Monthly Archives: February 2012

One year from now, where do you want to be? I used to use my drive time to really think about the things that are important to me and make some plans. These days, I either have a podcast playing on the iPod or … Continue reading →

It’s Fat Tuesday, and the name could not possibly be more apt. My work pants are so tight I’m in danger of busting out of them and I feel like crap. I think I’ve given myself too many free passes … Continue reading →

On Friday morning, I woke to my alarm at 6 a.m.—two full hours before my CrossFit orientation. I guess you could say I was excited. After pacing the house for awhile, since I had so much extra time, I hopped … Continue reading →

I’m going to let my pal Pinterest do most of the talking tonight. It’s the eve of my CrossFit orientation, so I’m giving myself a pep talk to remind myself of why I’m doing this and why it’s SO WORTH … Continue reading →

As I’m sure you’ve noticed, I’ve sort of been sucking at life lately. My weight has increased by 20 pounds since the end of the Fittest Loser contest and my diet contains more pizza and pasta than it should. Significantly … Continue reading →

An inspirational 12-year-old girl started a movement last year. Called Never Ever Give Up (NEGU), its intention is to spread hope to kids with cancer through Joy Jars. Her mission:  to send them to all 50,000 children hospitalized with cancer. Sadly, … Continue reading →

Last year, I ran my first 5K, and it was the proudest experience of my life to date. I don’t LIKE to run, and I probably never will, but I will continue to do it because it makes me feel … Continue reading →

Right before Borders closed  a few months ago (excuse me while I wipe away a tear), I stopped at the closing sale and picked up a huge stack of books. One of them was Lost and Found, by Geneen Roth (of … Continue reading →

For some people, Super Bowl conjures up images of touchdowns, field goals and first downs. Me? Well, I was about 25 before I fully understood what a first down WAS (Seriously. It’s embarrassing.) I always associated Super Bowl with family, … Continue reading →

I have a thing for Australian accents, which might explain my obsession for watching Peter Walsh’s organization shows on the OWN network. In each episode, Peter surveys the hoarder’s jam-packed, anxiety-inducing room (does anyone else want to go on a … Continue reading →