I’m on a mission to “create space” in my head. That was part of my homework when I had my nutritional consult recently, and I’ve been searching for it ever since. Meditation is the obvious choice for opening the mind, but meditation, it should be said, is like stabbing myself…
I’m standing naked in front of my full-length mirror. This is my exercise in exiting my comfort zone today, and boy, is it ever working. Having grown up in a rather liberated household, I’ve always been comfortable disrobing in front of others in a changeroom, or around family. Disrobing in…
I’m healing this week, from a bit of a wounded pride. I have tried and failed to do at least 4 fitness shows. I did succeeded once, but in hindsight, I feel like I might have only succeeded at the hands of Trainer Jamie, who basically pulled me along and…
This diet thing isn’t working. It’s making me miserable, in fact. Not in the overt, I’m-so-hungry-shoot-me-now way that it did last time. This time it’s a slow and subtle road to misery. I’m munch-y, not hungry, all the time. I don’t feel like my body is crazily burning fuel like…
"I hate my jeans." Ever said that? I have big legs. Always have. “Solid”, or “strong” if you’re trying to be tactful, but big nonetheless. Stocky is how I have always been built – I can see my chubby little legs powering me around in pictures of my childhood. I…
I just had the most satisfying meal of my life. I’m aboard the Carnival cruise ship Ecstasy, and it’s not the quality of the food that made the meal amazing, nor was it the service, although both of those surpassed my expectations. No, it was the simplest thing that led…