Yoga Pants Life

  <cancel> <cancel> <cancel> I started to write a whiny post about weight and all that jazz…and then I remembered (a.) This is not a weight loss blog (b.) 2017 is my year of shut up and get it done I keep typing and deleting because I don’t even know…

I’m not a resolutions person, partly because I feel like it’s a setup for failure and partly because I feel like it’s stupid to be all “I’m going to cut out all sugar/booze/bread/carbs/spending and workout more and be perfect starting January 1st” but continue with the (possibly destructive) behavior you…

Everyone has an outlet – mine happen to be running and cooking. Running is usually my cure-all when I’m having a tough time, as the post-run endorphin-high almost always puts me in a better place than I was before I ran. My other outlet is cooking. Unfortunately, my schedule is…

I said I was going to write every day…so here I am. I don’t really have anything blog-worthy to share, but I’m still writing and posting to get into the habit of simply writing. So, here’s how my day went down. I woke up this morning to two cats hogging…

Wow…not a single post in over a month. Shocking! But really, life has been much of the same lately. I feel like I constantly have a desire to write, until I open up the blog and stare at a blank screen for what seems like an eternity. What on earth…

So, apparently I will never outgrow my awkward stage, which, is a shame. I feel like the thing that got me through my teen years (and then my 20s) was that I had the grand illusion that the next decade would be better because I’d totally have life figured out…

It’s almost always awkward to explain my living situation to people. I mean, it doesn’t come up very often, but when it does, I find myself shifting my eyes to the ground and I do my best to dance around the subject. I would almost rather admit that I had…

So, it’s official – I’m signed up for the Rock n’ Roll San Diego Marathon. Hard to believe that I’m willingly doing this to myself again after I swore up and down during Chicago that I was not cut out for running marathons and that I would never run more…

I survived the Chicago Marathon. I’m not proud of my time and I’m disappointed in myself, but I crossed the finish line, got my medal and proudly wear my Chicago Marathon half-zip running top (with the thumb-holes, you guys! I love thumb holes in my workout gear!)  I swear, that…

Holy cow! Has it really been a month since my last post? I guess it has. I’m less than two weeks from marathon day and I’m nervous as eff about it. I’m most worried about my right knee holding up. I know I can hack the other aches and pains,…