Originally posted on A Morning Grouch:
I have two Mes. Real me is caring and giving and kind. Real me is never bored, because there is always someone to love or something to create or something to enjoy. Real Me relishes weekends, family, friends and manically pursuing hobbies. Real Me even loves horribly gray days and days when the basement floods and days when a baking dish explodes in the kitchen because… Continue reading The Accidental Marathoner
I’ve always hated my thighs. In high school, jeans shopping was a complete nightmare. I know what you’re thinking, “Isn’t it always?” or “Wouldn’t we all rather stick our heads into the yawning mouths of lions or alligators or piranhas than shop for jeans?” To which the answer is a resounding YES. Yes, we certainly would. Hell, wouldn’t we all rather stick our heads into the ASSES of these animals, if it meant … Continue reading Bow To Your Thighness: 3 Guiding Principles For Physical and Mental Health
So, I’m trying to get back into shape. Pre-baby shape. Which I’m quite sure is a fairy tale notion. My core is a disaster. My pelvis is broken. (Full disclosure: It’s really NOT. It’s just offset enough to FEEL like it’s broken and there’s nothing that can be done except steroid injections, which I haven’t yet tried, but am quite sure I will have to … Continue reading Parenting: Reasons To Panic #1 – Jogging With Baby
Ok, I’m going to be a little boasty, braggy, hippity hoppity. I can’t help it, I just might explode – this week has been sort of amazing. I have had a lot of horribly dark weeks, and this one is shiny and bright and remarkably different than those. FRIDAY: I am starting a support program for students on the Autism Spectrum at the high school I work in – we will be piloting it, … Continue reading Call Me a Fanfaron This Week
I have two Mes. Real me is caring and giving and kind. Real me is never bored, because there is always someone to love or something to create or something to enjoy. Real Me relishes weekends, family, friends and manically pursuing hobbies. Real Me even loves horribly gray days and days when the basement floods and days when a baking dish explodes in the kitchen because there is always so much more to be … Continue reading The Accidental Marathoner
So, I’ve realized that no matter what, I’m going to have crazy dreams, and wake up exhausted every day. It doesn’t matter how many times I hit snooze, or if I get 6 hours of sleep or 9. I’m going to wake up feeling like death and murderous rage and vomit all at the same time. Last January I joined a running club and started … Continue reading Saturday Mournings
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