I admit it. I complain a lot. Sometimes I don’t realize I am doing it until I see the look of confusion on my husband’s face. Bless his heart, he doesn’t know what to do about the coworker who makes me angry, the fact that there are not enough hours in the day, my...
I was more than disappointed, I was angry – angry at God for waiting until the very last minute to close a door of opportunity that had opened for me six months prior. I did not go looking for a new career, but when it came knocking on my door, I was intrigued, so I...
“I don’t have time for this!” I told the nurse. She did not respond to my outburst. The MRI revealed no sign of injury, but the intense pain in my right shoulder suggested otherwise. I knew the moment I sprinted with two 30-pound kettlebells in hand that my days as a...
I found myself comparing all day yesterday. I haven’t done that since I was an insecure teenager with a freakishly large bosom and stringy hair. It started in the morning when I became jealous of a friend who celebrated her weight loss via social media. We are on the...
I am not sure how I ended up crying in front of a shelf of taco shells and carb-control tortillas holding a copy of Woman’s World magazine. Nevertheless, there I stood, weepy and alone, in the middle of the grocery aisle at the Santa Rosa Safeway. My heart fluttered...
I didn’t even use a fork. I shoveled pieces of the coconut layer cake into my mouth with one hand, while gripping the steering wheel with the other. It was the first time I gave in to a sugar craving to this extent. Never had I ever put my bra back on at the end of...
