My Own "F" Words
I’ve been a little off my game this week. I haven’t been running, I haven’t been working out, and my eating has been terrible. So I called for a restart tomorrow. But where is the starting line? I’ve called for a restart too many times to count in my life. Restart on healthy eating, restart
I turned 32 three weeks ago and flipped a switch. I was done being out of shape and tired all the time. So I started eating better and running. But just because my body isn’t what it once was, doesn’t mean it’s weak. I’ve given birth to three babies completely naturally. I’ve been breastfeeding or
I always wanted a daughter. I always pictured the dresses and the bows and all things girl. Until a basketball game. My friends mom came to watch him play along with his three older brothers. Four boys and their mama. I started to warm up to the idea of being a boy mom. When I
I love setting up my week! Full disclosure I’m a small child when it comes to my planner. I enjoy stickers and colorful pens, not sorry. This week I wanted to lay out my week for success with my fitness. I wrote out my workouts, added space to log my run times, and a few
I was looking for a reason not to run this morning. I just didn’t want to go. So I told myself not to worry about my time. Not to worry about my distance. Just to go out and enjoy nature. As I went to turn on my podcast that I’ve been listening to I instead
E. A. McComas 