I am a walking disaster. There really is no other way to put it. Even at however many tens of thousands of feet in the air I am as I write this, surrounded by strangers on my connecting flights to Mexico, I hide my head in shame — and not only because my appearance makes it blatantly obvious that I am working on about an hour of sleep. Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful, people. Continue reading
Tag Archives: Yoga
So, I know I usually use this forum of shameless self-promotion to share my pain, angst, emotional drama and other ups and downs of my crazy life-after-normal journey. But guess what??
Right now, at this moment, I am happy. Content. Full of love.
It’s about fucking time! Continue reading
Here we are, mid-March and I have yet to post this month. Once again I am amazed at how quickly time passes with so much to keep me busy; I hope I can manage to find time to stop and smell the roses in this gorgeous mid-70s/no humidity spring weather. (For those familiar with the D.C. climate, this is something that lasts about two days before the overwhelming heat and humidity kicks in and remains until October.). Continue reading
Ah, exercise. How I love to loathe you. Now I’m not talking about the physical activities that I conveniently consider part of my new fabulous lifestyle, such as yoga. I’m talking the specific training to reach a specific goal … and the necessary conditioning that is needed to improve performance.
That part blows. Continue reading
I hate it when I’m right. Wait, let me rephrase that (because I am always right. Right? Right!). Continue reading