Redefining HEALTHY.

It happened again. I saw another one of these: I hate these. HATE them. Hate is strong word, and not one I ever toss out lightly, but it applies here and I have to get these feelings off my chest, because this is important to me. This type of thing riles me up in a … More Redefining HEALTHY.

The Excuses Trap

Guys. I’ve fallen into the Excuses Trap. I’ve been here before. Heck, I lived most of my twenties here, you’d think I’d recognize the place, but no. It seems to look different every time. This time it looked a lot like: I have family in town. I’m too tired. I deserve this break. We don’t … More The Excuses Trap

Time is Skidding By

It’s been nearly a month since I’ve posted & it’s because I’ve been distracted. My women’s church group asked me to speak to them & I spent most my allotted time for this, preparing for that. I asked the group to give me their questions & they responded with so many great questions. The event … More Time is Skidding By

On Desire

I’ve always admired truly athletic people, runners especially. While I didn’t understand the desire to run, I wanted to. I really wanted to get whatever it was in a person that made them say to themselves, I’m going to run a 5K, 10K, half-full-marathon and then do it. My Hubs is one of these people. … More On Desire

Snacking is My Favorite

I don’t do this normally, but if you’re trying to watch what you eat pre-planning, pre-prepping and pre-portioning your snacks can be extremely helpful. A list of things I really love to snack on. apples bananas oranges grapes avocados peaches pears pineapples pickles (just kidding. I was on a roll with the alliteration thing.) watermelon pretty … More Snacking is My Favorite

My Story

I was essentially raised on a diet of canned fruit, boxed mac & cheese, and Taco Bell. This is how it was. And, honestly, until I make some changes my kids might be able to say the same thing. Only their version will be applesauce, mac & cheese, and the occasional trip to “Chicken Flay.” To my defense, … More My Story

Hanging…

I love this time of year. Summer is fully ripe, nearly to completion. Fruit hangs heavy on branches. The air is sweet and suspended. Waiting. Not daring to breathe out. And one morning, it does. A crisp, clean bite forces the last breath of summer to fade and the yellows and oranges and reds begin … More Hanging…