Hitting publish is my therapy. I’ve tried screaming into a pillow. I’ve tried talking to my husband. Tried talking to my best friend. I’ve tried crying. But for some odd reason nothing works like hitting publish for me. This will be scattered. This probably won’t make a lot of sense. But it will let me … Continue reading
Dear Self, Thank you for actually getting your shit together yesterday. You’ve worked entirely too hard to just blow it now. xoxo and annoyed, Self Y’all, moving was a whole lot harder on my diet/exercise than I expected. I mean a whole lot harder. I didn’t just abandon the wagon for 14 days, I … Continue reading
Life has just been crazy! Kevin and I went to the beach (Hilton Head Island) for 4 days where we stay at a beach front condo. While I ate like crap I stayed absurdly active. I got my ass up and out of bed despite how hungover I was every single morning and ran. One … Continue reading
I’m a type A personality. When I email someone I expect a response within an hour if it’s in work hours. If I text someone don’t let me see the time stamp of when you read it and then the three little bubbles and then you never said anything. I hate wishy washiness and I … Continue reading
Damn girl, that's a lot of fattitude 