this isn’t my season

I worry about getting lost. About wasting my “good” years and having nothing to show for it. I worry that my kids will suck all the life out of me. That I’ll only live out a fraction of my potential. (I worry about whether Wendy’s chicken nuggets have ground-up chicken beaks in them too.  I …

a season of waiting

It’s currently 7:10pm on Friday night. Clara and Porter, who still have tomato sauce on the corners of their mouths, are sitting at my feet engrossed in (the same exact episode that we always watch of) Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.  I remember when Henry was little and watching Finding Nemo over and over and over and …

stop making it so hard

(TWSS) You guys. I have to say something before I start screaming at random people.  Nobody likes that. Nobody.  (ok. I like yelling just a little bit) A training client and I were talking yesterday about FOOD.  She was having so much anxiety with regards to holiday eating.  It’s so common.  This anxiety.  Not only …

rambly mcrambleson

I have nothing particularly important or insightful to share today.  I just wanted to sit down between tasks and type and ramble.  To feel my thoughts spurt out through my fingertips and crowd a space other than my head.  Because it gets crazy crowded up in there sometimes; eventually pouring out either my mouth (through …

exercise is not punishment. i repeat. exercise is not punishment.

I’ve written a variation of this exact post a couple of times.  I feel like I’m beating a dead horse. But still. It’s a message that hasn’t sunk in yet for a lot of us and it bears repeating. We need to stop treating exercise as PUNISHMENT. and… We need to stop EXERCISING AWAY our …