Last night, I laced up my new sneakers and went for my first run of the season. Here’s a snippet of my inner monologue: Oh wow. Amazing. These shoes feel so comfy; I can’t wait to tackle this run! Ugh. Definitely not moving as well as I did the last…
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…
Often, we go from sitting at work all day to sitting on a couch all evening. Desk potato to couch potato. I haven't worked in an office setting in a long time, but I can remember the endless hours at my desk, followed by the long seated car ride home,…
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’ve been making my living putting my hands on people for nearly a decade now. Hundreds of bodies have been on my table, living and breathing. Wanting pain relief and to relax, wanting comfort and care. My hands have lain on all of them, kneaded, pressed, squeezed. Coaxed the trigger…