• Three things I stopped trying to control in favor of happiness.

    First off, I feel that I need to tell you that I advised my four-year-old she was going to get worms if she doesn’t wash her hands well enough after using the bathroom. I clearly did not think that through, because she is terrified of bugs and, therefore, it backfired on me big time.  She now pees with her eyes shut and won’t look at her underpants in case worms are present. She also nearly removes an entire layer of skin when she washes her hands. I can’t say it enough: Mother of the Year over here!   Anyway… I was recently talking with a new step-mom who is struggling…

  • Smiling’s my favorite: Smile Brilliant review + giveaway!

    Show of hands, how many of you hear, “It’s the oddest thing…” every time you go to the doctor? C’mon, no one? Ok, it is just me then. I’ve decided my body is the ultimate practical joker. “I’ll see your medical diagnosis and raise you a non-life threatening, but still perplexing anomaly.” That’s my body’s tag line. “It’s the oddest thing… You have 47 suspicious moles.” “It’s the oddest thing… Your sinuses are completely blocked with polyps. You’ll never really smell again.” “It’s the oddest thing… Your cervix is not only tilted, it has completely done a back handspring.” That last one? That was a few months ago.  As I…

  • 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…