• 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…

  • Pretty in (lots of) pink.

      Well, my reign is over. I had a good run. I thoroughly enjoyed the power I was given for the small amount of time I had.  And I feel that I used that time to the best of my ability. These last four and half years have been my Superbowl. I had full control over something that I truly love.  Oh, I knew the day would come when it would end. If I’m being honest, I probably had more time than I thought I would. But… Now it’s over.  My work here is done. Ivy is picking out her own clothes and dressing herself. I have spent the last…

  • 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…