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the best laid plans …

I’m someone who believes in list-making, goal-setting, and tracking progress. I promised I would get  my act together  … write regularly, take care of my body … and I’ve failed miserably. We hadn’t even flipped  the calendar to February, and already I  was in apologetic mode (I began writing this post then). Well,  nearly another month passed and this post sat in my “Drafts” folder.

Readers, I’ve failed you enormously. I haven’t written a single post in seven weeks (not that I’ve been keeping track or anything!).

I’ve been inspired plenty  … but I just haven’t carved out the time. Continue Reading »

That One Thing

There are 365 days in a year, and today is only Day Seven–the sweet anticipation of being on the precipice of something exciting. Of a new year, a new month, a blank slate, a fresh start. A tabula rosa. 358 days to make something really awesome happen.

In many ways,  I feel like I’ve been very blessed in life and have accomplished many of my goals (both personally and professionally) — but there’s one thing I haven’t achieved that I’ve had my heart set on: getting a book deal.

For the past, oh, six years now, I’ve been saying my goal is to be a legit, published author with a book deal and an  agent — the real deal.

And I keep thinking about it … But that’s where my struggle lies.  Continue Reading »

Dread

I’ve never — in my 12-year career — taken two full weeks off work.

[Maternity leave absolutely does not count — that is the furthest thing from a “break!”]

Well, tomorrow is my first day back at work since December 19 … I’ve  had 15 glorious days off work, away from the office, away from the monotony that is the working world. Continue Reading »

Circadian Rhythms

Happy New Year!! I hope you had a wonderful time last night and look forward to posting regularly here at least three times a week … starting … now!

When I lived in El Salvador, I had the world’s best work schedule.

I had just finished grad school at my alma mater (American University) and I didn’t have a job lined up. Luis and I had been dating long-distance international for over a year and wanted to experience living together for a bit, so I moved to El Salvador for eight months and taught English at a private language academy where I made $3/hour and was worked to.the.core.

That said, the schedule — while grueling — was the best because it gave me a ton of freedom and let me capitalize on my own energy levels … something I find myself longing for a lot these days. Continue Reading »

Four

1489231_10152452774492361_5051443392990440074_nBefore becoming a mom, I used to laugh when “they” — you know, People With Kids (“PWK”) — would say time just flies so much faster with kids. I mean … we all get the same 24 hours in a day!! How could their 24 hours fly by any quicker than my own?!

I heard them (my mom, family, friends, colleagues — wise women who came before me) … it just didn’t resonate.

Then I became a mom, and I’ve come to see that they were spot on right: my 24 hours are not the same BK (Before Kids) and AK (After Kids).

And they are totally flying by. Continue Reading »

#proudmama

Though I had initially hoped for a bit of a smaller age gap between Maya and Ben, in actuality, I couldn’t have asked for a better spacing between our two kids. Example one (of like fifteen): by the time Ben came along, Maya was just shy of three and daytime potty-trained — so we only had one in diapers (a huge cost-savings). And now I’m once again seeing how good this age gap is as one is learning to talk … and the other is learning to read. Both are tremendous and exciting milestones in their own right — and I’m loving bearing witness to both simultaneously. Further, I’m  loving watching Maya watch Ben learn. She is so encouraging towards him and it’s my hope she stays that way.

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#helpwiththehardpart

This. Is. Still. Me.

All these years later — happy, sad, anxious, angry, upset, bored, elated … you name it, I want to eat. Not to the point of illness (i.e., binge) but wow.

Source: WeightWatchers

I love/hate/love how hard this hits home … “If you’re human and you know it, eat a snack.”

As WW’s Facebook post says, “Our relationship with food = complicated. Let’s get real and talk about it.”

While you might find it ironic I would still love and support WW — after following the program and finding success resulted in my disordered eating — but I honestly don’t blame WW … I blame myself and my rigidity/hard-wiring for why I went astray all those years ago.

This campaign almost makes me want to re-up my membership … I still fight the emotional eating demons constantly. Mindless munching at work. Shoveling dinner down my throat in a hurry to get everything done at bed-time. Eating my feelings, even if it’s about something good/happy. Allowing myself to have “just one more” of something I know I don’t need but want. Eating when I’m feeling pulled in a million directions and food becomes comfort when conversation would be a far superior solution.

All these years later … I still face this stuff. I handle it better because I have the tools WW gave me to lead a healthier life: knowledge about food choices, portion control, regular weighing to keep in check, etc. I still keep a food journal — some habits just never die! (albeit I do it on the free MyFitnessPal app). But I still face this stuff; many of us do.

So Weight Watchers, thank you … I needed this. This campaign isn’t the usual in-your-face “get thin for the holidays” or “have a skinny holiday crap” or the “diet in the New Year” jargon …  but rather facing it head-on: for many of us who struggle with our weight, the battle is in our head way more than our bodies. Accepting and relationship is complicated and facing it head-on is liberating. We know what to do and often are paralyzed by our emotions. Even the wisest among us can fall victim to the “If you’re happy/sad/angry/stressed/bored … have a snack” routine.

This campaign is brilliant … and you just might have a (former) member back. I’m healthy and no longer engage in unhealthy behaviors … but my jeans as snug which is usually my cue for time to reign it in; I could use a little motivation. Couldn’t we all??

Now about those two Oreo balls I stress-ate tonight …? Well, tomorrow’s a new day.

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