Life with Dudes Never Looked So Pretty
As many of you know I am in the process of a life redo. And, for those of you who know me (via this blog or via the football field), you know that I am the master of disaster when it comes to those. I makeover my life often (I love makeovers and also, I need to). Restart, reimagine, redo, resolve. That’s me. I’m basically
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me. Ummmm, liars. Words do hurt. A couple of weeks ago I had a really sad mean girls experience. It happened at a place where I usually feel so happy, a place that I’d grown to feel safe and welcome, a place that is helping me be who I want to be in
Two weight loss posts in one week? I know, I know, I don’t want to beat this chunky horse to death, but after yesterday’s post when I went on and on about how hard it is to lose weight and how it took me nearly two years, buckets of tears, and more than one program (Medifast is what I’m trying after also doing Weight Watchers,
Perspective. It’s hard to maintain. Especially, in the face of challenge. Leading a healthy, fit life has been a constant one for me. My daily struggle… Say no to cookie. Think for hours about cookie. Eat a salad to keep my mind off of cookie. Lick cookie. Give cookie to dog. Eat a miniscule square of dark chocolate. Look at cookie on Pinterest. Say eff
When I decided to get in shape last year I was pretty much doing it for myself. I couldn’t be this person anymore… I wanted to feel better. I wanted to live longer. I wanted to look cuter in the dresses at H&M. I wanted to never be “The Fat Mom” at soccer again. I wanted to be able to have a long, full, active
I’ve been a naughty fitness friend lately. Traveling to Vegas where I absolutely just had to eat delicious food at celebrity owned restaurants and Instagramming photos of said meals to all of my diet-faithful friends is no way to encourage people to stay the getting in shape girl course! Plus, it meant I clearly didn’t stick to my diet. And, as easy as Revolt is
