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.
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 am a new woman.
No, I didn’t have a boob lift.
And no, I haven’t lost those 10 lingering pounds.
And most definitely not because I’ve discarded my identity and am starting over in Las Vegas. (Though that does sound appealing at times.)
I get in to bed. My heart is beating rapidly but all I’ve done is walk up the stairs. My head is full of things I have to get done. I actually have a pain on one side of my brain and I’m contemplating waking my husband up and telling him that I’m having a...
I played a new game today. It’s called “Waiting For My Gynecologist.” Kind of like “I Spy” but different. I played it while I was waiting for my gynecologist. Duh. I was sitting there, on that white paper covered table, for what seemed to be an interminable amount of time. Undressed down to my birthday...