When I started on my weight loss journey, I thought the hardest part was the workouts. I would wake up the day after leg day and feel like my legs were made of Jello. The day after arm day would leave me wincing just to lift my water bottle. I often questioned my sanity for returning day after day for more of this. But the weight was falling off, and my motivation was solidified -- until suddenly the progress stopped. Hmmmm … what gives? Why is the weight not falling ... Read More
Ahhhh … sitting on my couch with my comfy pants on and remote in hand. Max is curled up half on my legs while the puppy is in a ball at my feet. I have a yummy dinner in my belly, a bowl of popcorn on my lap, and it is raining outside. Top Gun is in the DVD, and I am truly in my happy place. This is my definition of my happy place, my comfort zone. It’s easy; it’s comfortable.
I am not smarter than my 16-year old son.
Sadly, he has proven this statement true many, many times. Whenever my husband or I have a problem with our phone or computer, we call in the expert. With a snarky look, my son will tap on the keyboard for three seconds, hand the device back to us, and declare victory. Technology frustrates me. Prior to calling in the teenager, I likely invested time, energy and a few colorful words into fixing the problem. I... Read More