I don’t eat it anymore, unless it is during my long runs on the weekend or during a competitive event where my nutritionist has prescribed me to give my body what it needs, in the form that it can be used, at that time. I don’t love it, and she knows that, but she hasn’t …
There are people who can’t seem to live without it, and there are many who cannot seem to live with it, either. I have been, and am, both of these people. I have found myself losing hours to mindless scrolling instead of going to bed or getting ready in the morning. I have found myself …
It all works out perfectly. I always get time to rest. I always get time to move. I always get time to connect. I always get time to work. I always get time to think. I always get time to write. I always get time to engage. I always get time – exactly as much …
No, under-slept isn’t really a word. In fact, every time I type it into a document of any kind with the technology that assures me it is not really a word I am reminded. However, it perfectly describes how most of us feel when we automatically sub in the word “tired” to describe a condition …
I was blessed with discipline in spades and a passionately fierce willingness to do for myself and not really wait for anybody to get in line to start doing for me. Doing graduated me out of college early. It helped me to start my own business at 20 from scratch and hustle it to regionally …
The grass is always greener. We want what we think she has. We want what we think he can do. We want somebody else’s results, somebody else’s body, somebody else’s personal life, somebody else’s “confidence”. But what’s wrong with what we got? Why is it so easy to look outside and not assess the reality …
Oh fuck, my FitBit died. Like, black hole, can’t resurrect it, can’t tell the time or track my steps. Its replacement is on its way, but what am I going to do? How am I going to track my steps? How am I going to remember to move and go for that extra walk if …
It’s uncomfortable thinking I am the only one sometimes. The only one that doesn’t drink. The only one that doesn’t eat shit. The only one that doesn’t like pretending to be cool. The only one that is sick and tired of the show and the parade. The only one that doesn’t feel like they measure …
Yes, of course, this connects to the obvious: I am falling in love with a man, only in real life and not in theory. Like, I’m experiencing the kind of relationship where I think: pinch me, is this really the person I’m partnered with today and on the same page with in both short and …
I’m being too healthy? What does that even mean? Somebody just said that to me in the elevator after I left the gym. Somebody else said that to me at lunch looking at what was on my plate- the same shit that’s on my plate at home. I have food in my bag in case …