On occasion, weird things happen in my dreams. (Der. They are dreams, right?) The weirdest dreams of all happen when I dream I am back in high school. Like, I’m a student again, and I’m me, but not me. I’m a 29 year old version of me trapped in the body and social interactions of…
working out is hard
I think I’m pretty. Also, I lie to myself.
It’s true. I think I’m pretty. Sometimes, even a knock-out. But I don’t much like the way I look. Some of y’all might’ve just groaned and rolled your eyes so far back into your heads you’re seeing your own brains at that declaration. But that’s just it. I DO think I’m pretty. I get all…
Just a quickie
No. Not that kind of quickie. This is a family show, people. I got in two quickies last week at the gym. I left work tired, beaten, worn down, and went anyway. And I’m proud of myself for going. I bumped up the difficulty on the elliptical and elliped for 30 minutes each time. I…
Staying focused on the big picture. And inventing new words.
This is getting hard, y’all. This changing my perspective thing. Like, way hard. I stepped on the scale this morning and read the following number which will likely make me want to cry. 199. I know, I know. It isn’t supposed to be about the number, and really? It’s not. I mean, it is, but…
You’ve reached a new low when…
You start taking fitness advice from the students you teach. I teach high school, right? This means that there are invariably going to be athletes in my classes. And, while they usually get the reputation of being not-so-bright in film and television, I have the occasion to say that’s just not the case. You see,…