Tag perimenopause
Do you ever look closely at yourself in the mirror or scrutinize a photo and find yourself being hyper critical of every inch of your face and body? Has your inner dialogue ever sounded something like this — “I hate… Continue Reading →
A post from two years ago recently popped up in my feed and in it I spoke about how it had been two weeks since my very first diagnosis with Covid. I mentioned how it kicked my ass with exhaustion,… Continue Reading →
Last week was a terrible week for running. Every morning my entire body hurt, so it took me forever to get going. My muscles and joints ached. It seemed as if every inch of my body was stiff and sore…. Continue Reading →
Having a chronic illness, with symptoms occurring in unpredictable cycles, has been extremely frustrating. However, despite all the uncertainty and trials, I have taken steps that have been very helpful in dealing with the frustration. I love it because these… Continue Reading →
The Celebrate Life Half Marathon is only a few days away, and despite being in no shape to go run 13.1 miles, I’m surprisingly excited! Typically I would never enter a race knowing I was only capable of running half… Continue Reading →
Do you ever find yourself longing to be young again, running around effortlessly with boundless energy, except this time around with an acute awareness and appreciation for the gift you’ve been given? When I was a kid, I was very… Continue Reading →
I haven’t run a race since 2010, and I honestly wasn’t sure if I’d ever find the motivation to participate in one again. I’ve run my fair share of races, and my mindset for many of them has been overly… Continue Reading →
I’ll be the first to admit that I hate being an Empty Nester. The house is too quiet, there’s less toothpaste on the bathroom walls (which for some strange reason makes me sad), the dog sits outside their rooms with… Continue Reading →
For most of my life I’ve been obsessively striving to be skinny. In my mind, mainly due to the culture at the time, skinny was synonymous with good. To look good you had to be skinny, therefore that’s what I… Continue Reading →
A poor body image has haunted me since high school. Throughout my childhood and middle school years I was very athletic, skinny and even sported the iconic Dorothy Hamill haircut. As a result, I was often mistaken for a boy…. Continue Reading →