Money, goals and motherhood
Welp, I’m done with the Whole30 challenge. (Or rather Whole25, since I didn’t make it to the bitter end due to a trip I really wanted to enjoy. If you’re a strict Whole30 follower, give me grace. 25 days > 0 days.) For those who aren’t familiar with Whole30, the basic gist is to eat real, whole foods.
Seven weeks ago J and I agreed to participate in a summer weight loss challenge — a friendly competition to see who can lose the most weight by September 2nd. And y’all the stakes are high. We are halfway through the competition, so I thought I’d give a little mid-summer update on how we’re faring. Here
J and I have been in a healthy-living rut as of late. I blame the busyness. One or both of us have been out of town five of the past six weekends, and our weeknights are oftentimes filled with activities. And when life gets busy like that, the first thing to go out the window is
I have learned something about myself this year: I do not exercise on my own unless I have a race I paid for, a gym membership I am paying for, or a tangible goal that I have told a lot of people about. Basically, if my money or my pride are involved, I workout. After
One of the things that really surprised me when I entered the working world is how sedentary it is. After years of walking to and from my classes in college, it was a big adjustment to sit in front of a computer for 8+ hours of the day and then come home at the end
I only have one goal this month:* DON’T EAT ANY PROCESSED FOOD. If it comes out of a bag, box or wrapper, it’s off limits. It’s been a long time since I’ve shared much about diet or fitness… which means I haven’t been doing either very well. Because when you’re on a diet, it’s hard to
Guess what! I’m done dieting! I know. It’s exciting! Like I have shared before, a few months ago I decided to see a nutritionist for a few digestive issues I was dealing with, and she put me on a Fodmaps diet. Fodmaps are trigger foods that can affect your digestive system negatively. There are five
When it comes to our appearances, no one thinks less of yourself than you do. We immediately pin-points our flaws and make lists of things we’d want to change. My nose is too big, I’m too short. I’m too tall. My skin is too oily. My hips are too big. My thighs are too big. My
Y’all, I did it. I finished the Charleston marathon. I didn’t run very fast, and it took me waaaay longer than I thought it would (over five hours in case you’re wondering), but! it is done, and I did it. I will spare you the boring details of recapping every minute of the race, but
