• Running joke.

    You guys. I just ran.  For ten minutes.  In a row. TWICE! No, I don’t think you understand.  I just ran for ten consecutive minutes in a row. (And then walked for five.) And then I ran ten more minutes in a row. On purpose. I wasn’t even being chased. If you still don’t understand what a miracle this is, then let me give you a little backstory.  I do not run. I am not a runner.  Never have been.  In high school, when we had to run the ten-minute mile, I ran the first half of a lap and then gracefully kept running straight to the back of the…

  • The YoYo’s Guide to Getting Fit

      *** Yesterday, I woke up and someone told me there was no Santa. Ok, that didn’t exactly happen. But the hit was just as hard when I read about Kim Cattrall’s straight-up lashing of Sarah Jessica Parker on her Instagram page. I mean, how can I ever watch Carrie and Samantha on old Sex & the City reruns and feel the same?!  Yes, for years I had read that they didn’t exactly get along great. And, yes, recently, it’s been a little more public, but… Ladies, ladies… can’t we just work this out? For my sake? I want to laugh openly at Samantha’s hilarious blunt commentary on sex and…

  • The good. The bad. The current situation.

    *** Ok, so. After my post yesterday, I felt really good. Scared, but good. Then, last night, I woke up at 1am, remembered what I wrote… and wanted to punch myself in the face. But, then, I woke up this morning and I felt positive again. There is something about the morning that always brings optimism no matter the situation. It’s almost as if the sun comes up and sprays glitter on everything. Or, it’s the coffee. It’s probably the coffee. So… I went to my dresser and with optimal enthusiasm, I grabbed my cutest sports bra and my most comfortable workout pants… (By the way, is there a new…

  • A WHOLE New Way of Thinking

    *** “I mean, you were never fat, but…,” a friend. “Freshman 15? More like the Freshman 30,” a boyfriend. “Over capacity on elevator! Elevator’s going to break because of girl in green jeans,” a stranger. “She looks like she’s lost weight, has she? No? Oh, I thought she had…” a family member. These things were all said to or about me over twenty years ago. It’s funny how I can still hear them all so clearly in my head even today. I know exactly where I was. I can tell you exactly what I was wearing. No, wait, scratch that.  It’s actually not funny that I remember it. It’s incredibly sad. Words can…