I’ve been stalled out in my fitness ventures as of late. A social media post I saw a few weeks ago (origins and attribution having long since left my brain) suggested that part of the problem might be the struggle, or lack thereof, of my goals.Continue reading
“Champion” by Carrie Underwood and Ludacris popped up first on today’s Spotify workout playlist.
First off: huh? This duet is a thing?? I must live under a rock.
Also, so intense! No stopping me! I was made for this! I’m the best!!
While this past weekend wasn’t my first trip to the Brushy Mountain summit, it was the first time I actually enjoyed the experience.
Nearing the end of month, its once again time to consider some things from the past month. These snippets – four somethings – are a small look at how I’ve spent this beginning of autumn. My morning walks, which I started in July, have long since been abandoned. Like it or not, the days are getting shorter. All the more reason to cherish the small moments.
Each day I’m getting further and further behind. I’m sure you know the feeling of not knowing when – or how – you’ll get around to doing what you’ve missed, much less what you’ve got on your plate for the coming week.
I’ve been fighting a lie for the past week or so, wrestling with my thoughts on how small changes affect outcomes in a big way. More specifically, I’ve bought into the lie that changes must be grand and dramatic in order to be effective.
My family traveled to Nashville on Wednesday afternoon and back on Friday evening. As with any Justus League excursion, we had a great time and packed a lot into the two day trip. The drive itself takes just over 3 hours from where we live, depending on traffic and how optional the driver considers the speed limit.
My office is currently experiencing what we in the south call second winter. This phenomenon occurs when a facility sets the air conditioning on arctic levels. While the guys who work outside in jeans and boots are comfortable when they return to the office, those of us stuck inside all day freeze.
This morning, for the first time, I felt truly like I’ve found my way in the writing project I joined earlier in the year.
I started blogging in 2008 with the intent on writing my love story with Mr. Right. A few months after our wedding, I began training for my first 5K and religiously tracking my food. As a result, I have pages and pages on my first blog of “Weigh-In Wednesday” posts.