Kind of like the blahs only less lackadaisical and somewhat more accepting. Last week, my gym closed. Abruptly. Unexpectedly. Closed. I can see my favorite elliptical machine through the glass front of the gym but I cannot reach it. Know what I have learned as a result of this? I NEED EXERCISE IN MY LIFE….
being a woman sucks sometimes
Alright, y’all, I’m about to get up on my plus-sized soapbox
Is there such a thing as “weight-ist”? “Fat-ist?” No? Well, there should be. This? This is not normal. About a week after the Britney episode of Glee I overheard a group of my students, two boys and one girl, talking during their five-minute free time at the end of class. One of the boys said…
Well, that’s better than nothing
I am back to 191.5. That’s pretty freaking good. I watched what I ate last week, made some smart choices, and managed to only have burritos twice. Win. And, by the end of the day my skinny jeans are too big. Which means 1) I’m shrinking and 2) they are made of cheap spandex/lycra/stretchystuff that…
I think I need to clear a few things up around here
My husband is a great man. He’s a great father. He is supportive and kind and generous. He works hard to provide for his family. He is and has been wonderful to me the entire time I’ve known him. Seeing him with our son reminds me that I made the right choice. So, why the…
Whew! I can mark that off the to-do list for another year.
Today was my “yearly” appointment with the “lady doctor.” Some of my (two) male readers just ran away screaming, right? Right. That’s cool. You might just be proving that men are the weaker sex. Anyway, now that I’ve offended my male constituency (::AHEM:: Husband.)… That appointment is what it is. As always. I mean, it’s…