I feel like I’m stuck in the suck. Two steps forward, one step back. I wrote about the importance of the separation of food and fitness back in January of 2014. TWO years ago. Two years ago. Guyz – I’ve been battling this demon for way longer than two years, but I publicly acknowledged it two … Continue reading
This is so incredibly true for me. I started SMF with a plan in 2012. I promised to finish it in 2013, but got pregnant and had my first miscarriage. I should have gotten back on the wagon in 2014 – had a second miscarriage. In 2015 I set a bunch of healthy goals, HAD … Continue reading
Cobwebs, flat tires, and my wraps that desperately need to be re-wrapped. What is the PSI again? How does this pump work? KEEEEVVVVIIIINNNN. ‘MERGENCY!!! He gets off a conference call and comes to my aid. My bike rack needs to be put back on. How do I do that again? Apparently by breaking a nail and trying … Continue reading
To the woman who watches me in spin and chugs her Haterade, Fuck you. Your “Good Job” and condescending pat on the back as I left spin 15 minutes early is noted. What you don’t know is that I started spinning 30 minutes before the class started since I know I cant stay the full hour. What you … Continue reading
Physical Therapy has certainly gotten inside of my head. For the last year or so (holy shit – yes, an entire year), I have clearly had mental issues with exercise. When I can exercise all I want I have ZERO interest in actually doing it. It sounds terrible. It sounds hot and sweaty and gross. … Continue reading
Damn girl, that's a lot of fattitude 