I’ve always pushed myself. My whole life, first at school, then at work, at home and in motherhood, I’m always striving for more – faster – harder – better. Workouts are no exception. I can always summon that last little bit of energy to push a little harder for just 10 more seconds. I can …
It has been 42 days since I last stepped on the scale. 42 days of summer. 42 days of summer eating and drinking. It’s not dread that’s keeping me off the scale this summer. On the contrary: I’m very tempted to step on tomorrow morning (first thing in the morning, naked, naturally) and see where …
My husband asked me this weekend if I’m having a midlife crisis. The short answer is, probably. But I prefer to think of it as a #momlifecrisis. What prompted his question was my not-at-all-impromptu decision to color my hair for summer. To be fair, I’ve been toying with the idea of fantasy hair long before …
I wore shorts out in public this weekend for the first time since high school. Before I left the house, I stared in the mirror. I agonized. I changed into jeans and then back into shorts. And then before I could agonize another minute, I left. Wearing those shorts and vowing not to give it …
