Woke upGot out of bedDragged a comb across my headFound my way downstairs and drank a cup … Not quite. There was no combing this nest. And before I went downstairs I stripped naked in the bathroom to weigh myself for the first time in about four months. High expectations often yield disappointment. According to …
Last week as I was measuring a client’s range of motion, the number ninety-five kept appearing. I wondered if it meant something beyond that the client was clearly doing her exercises. Perhaps I was biased towards that number, unconsciously pushing the limits of the goniometer, or holding back, in order to get the number I wanted. …
Coffee cream reality check: And all I can do is keep on telling youI want you, I need youBut-there ain’t no way I’m ever gonna love youNow don’t be sad‘Cause two out of three ain’t badNow don’t be sad‘Cause two out of three ain’t bad. (Meatloaf … which we’re allowed, by the way) 20/30 = …
“Hey NineteenNo we can’t dine togetherNo we can’t eat at allPlease take me alongWhen you slide on down (the scale).” I thoroughly dislike the number nineteen and was going to skip an update today but what the hey nineteen. Ian says there is less of me to hug these days but my theory is he …
Hullabaloo, day fifteen and half way though. The scream for cream has subsided to a whimper and will hopefully settle there until reintroduction. Insert wistful sigh right about now. The benefits, at least for me, are emerging slower than the Spring thaw, not quite as stubborn as molasses. A little less bloat, improved gastrointestinal function, …
Day thirteen. Prime number, Fibonacci number, compound number, lucky number, evil number. To my mother’s dismay, I once chose a wedding date on the 13th only to watch the groom drive away in my car a few weeks before and never come back. There is not much to say about this day as it cannot …
Ian just lost his pants walking from the living room to the kitchen. I guess it’s better than losing an eye or his lunch. I suggested he buy some high-rise boxers real soon so that he doesn’t give the kids at school an eyeful as he whittles his way down to a smaller size of …
We are a quarter of the way through this plan. There is hope and it is light at the end of a very tight tunnel. We are looking forward to good health and skinny jeans. Okay, maybe not skinny, boot cut would be fine too as long as they are blue, have a snap and …
Thirty is a number I know all too well from my runs. On those days when it feels like an uphill trudge all the way, I like to divide my run into increments, partly as motivation, mostly as a distraction to get me through it. It is effective if not very mindful. My treadmill celebrates …
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