Archives for January 2012

What does your car say about you?

On Sunday, I jumped into my car after a good workout with Jen and sat for a minute while I waited for the car to warm up. Winters in Minnesota are brutal. As I sat there, shivering, I looked around and realized my car said a lot about me.

First, it said I lived in Minnesota as evident by all the dried up slushy dirt and salt mixture.

Second, it said I was healthy.

Yes. The inside of my car screams


You see, tucked into the drivers side door, you’ll find a pair of headphones. And my gym access badge. And my iPhone running/arm case.

Over on the passenger side, you’ll see my water bottle. And a pair of workout shoes. And a yoga mat.

All of that stays in my car all the time so that I can just grab and go. Anyone walking by at any given moment would notice I’m a workout-er. But more importantly, when I’m in my car, running from place to place, it is a reminder to myself that I am healthy.

I am healthy.

What does your car say about you?

I should know… but I don’t.

I got an email from a reader yesterday. And I’m ashamed to say I have no clue how to answer it.

I should know. I’m a bride. And a blogger. So instead of responding with nothing, I figured I’d turn to YOU to respond. Here’s the email:

I  have a non-health related question for you though. I recently got engaged and am wondering if you could suggest some wedding/bride blogs. Since you are well versed in the blogging world, I figured you may have been reading some as well.
Thanks, and I look forward to hearing from you!
So what do you got for us? What are your favorite wedding blogs?

Does This Thing Come With A Manual?

I have a lot to tell you this week.

This dating business is harder than it seems and, in some ways, easier than it seems. So much of it comes naturally once you get started – you sort of know what to say, you know what to do, you know how to play your part.

But what about the awkward conversation where you tell him you used to be fat? What do you do you when you realize that maybe your boundaries are different than his boundaries? What do you do when you feel like maybe you’d be better as friends than “lovers,” and who gets to make that call? And how do you do it with respect and compassion?

An instruction manual on relationships would be awfully useful right about now. I’m a little late to the game and my skills are…ah, probably not on par with others my age who have been doing this for the last 15 years or so.

I had to sort through some of those things this weekend (and I’m still sorting). I wish I could just date without having to think about any of those things, ever. But that’s not realistic. And I’m having fun, so it’s not like I’d rather go back to sitting in front of my TV on a Friday night in my sweats trying not to think about the fact that I have no life. I just have to figure out how to have fun, and at the same time make sure I’m being considerate of the other party… i.e, not leading on, being honest about who I am… basically treat them the way I’d like to be treated.

The other challenge? How do you enjoy going on dates without worrying about the menu options? Honestly, that’s one of the trickiest things. I don’t want to panic when he says “I’m feeling a burger,” and I don’t want to be lame and order a side salad when he takes me out somewhere really nice. I want to enjoy the whole experience and let the food just be the food… but it’s hard when I also have this little voice in the back of my head yelling at me about what the scale will do if I indulge.


I wanted it to be so much simpler than this! Anyway, should be a good week of posts – goodness knows I’ve got the material to write something every day.

Oh, and before I forget, the scale did show 160 this morning. Curses. It’s ok though, I’m not panicking… I’m just going to go home and run 1o miles. Or maybe more like two one. Yeah, I’m thinking a one mile run should be good.

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Sneezes & duck-faces.

A weekend full of sweat and sneezes. That’s what this weekend was.

Last week, I got a baby cold. A baby cold is my own definition of a cold that doesn’t knock you on your butt but instead, just lingers and annoys you. I slept 9-10 hours most days last week and had a slight sore throat but was still functional. I ended up switching my early morning workouts to go after work so I could sleep in the extra hour in the mornings and it seemed to work.  By Friday, I was feeling somewhat better so decided  to hit up hot yoga.

It was just what I needed. A quiet night, alone with my thoughts. Saturday morning, I woke up at 7am-ish and caught up on the news for about an hour… and then fell asleep. Until noon. Apparently I needed more sleep? I got in a workout and then, Ann and Jen came over with their hubby’s to play pool and have a couple drinks.

It was a blast – we laughed and joked and laughed some more. We stayed up late into the night, the three of us trading stories while the boys played pool. Iggy was in heaven with all the attention.

Sunday I got up and met Jen at the gym. Somewhere between the time I went to sleep Saturday night and the time I got home from the gym, my baby cold took a turn for the worse. I swear, I almost itched my nose off. If it’s true what they say, that your heart skips a beat every time you sneeze, well then, my heart skipped a lot of beats yesterday!

While I probably should have taken a nap, I decided to get some blog work done and fold laundry Sunday morning.

My sisters Alicia and Heidi plus their families came over around 3pm. Carlos and my brother-in-law, Dan, went downstairs to play pool while my sisters and I played around with the kids at the kitchen table, putting up and tipping over dominoes.

For dinner, I made spaghetti and it was so good! I made up a big batch of noodles for everyone else but opted to have my spaghetti sauce over lettuce instead because I was saving room for dessert.

Me and my sister, Alicia – the birthday girl.

Me and Noah, who likes to make duck faces in photos.

Me and my sister, Heidi who is a magical cake maker.
And, baby Grace, who was born last month.

Alicia and her birthday cake Heidi made.

It was a fun Sunday afternoon but by 6pm, I was done. My whole head felt like it was going to explode. My whole face itched including my eyes and nose. My nose was stuffed up but runny at the same time. I uploaded some photos, took some Benedryl and by 7pm had retired to the coutch.

I’m going to try to make it tot the gym this morning and to work but depending on how I feel, I may not stay the whole day at work. We’ll see how things go.

How was your weekend?