Yesterday morning, I ran 2.5 miles. Then, in the afternoon, I went to Pilates. This morning, I woke up and went to a kick-ass spin class.
After class, as I was getting in the shower, I couldn’t help but think, “Who the f@$k am I?”
I’ve had that thought a lot in the last couple of weeks.
I am not one to use affirmations. In times of sadness or confusion, I have not been helped by “Tomorrow is another day.” No “Let go, let God.” Or “I am worthy of love.” The only phrase that ever comes in to my head when I am upset about something is “This too shall pass”...
Today is my husband’s 50th birthday.
Fifty is kind of old. I mean, for a husband of mine to be.
I’m only 47. His trophy wife.
I went the wrong way when I dropped my baby off at her new school this morning. I should have stayed in the right lane but at the last minute, I second guessed myself and veered in to the left lane. That was for student parking. Not student drop-off. Yes, my baby is going to...
Okay, so I’m not fat but I’m heavier now, by almost ten pounds, than I was a year ago. And I liked my weight a year ago. Really liked it.
But now my clothes are tight.
And I know what has happened.
I went to my daughter’s 8th grade awards ceremony this morning. I was really proud that she was getting an award for maintaining a 3.5 GPA for the last three years.