Some Loving Inspiration
In high school, I tried out for the dance team. And not too surprisingly (if you’ve seen my coordination skills), I didn’t make it. So then, I tried out for the basketball team. I played in middle school and figured I was a shoe-in. But I didn’t make that team too. Finally, I tried out for the soccer team and with years of playing, I thought I had a pretty good chance. But I didn’t make that team either. For all of these teams, I was told that I was ...
I love to write. In fact, as a kid, I used to have dreams of writing a fiction book. I even started a neighborhood “magazine” with my childhood bff, Lindsay. I wrote movie reviews, neighborhood news, and “reported” the weather, always a few too many days behind. But I digress… Writing has always been a way for me to feel creative and free and like I was contributing something to the world. But when I started writing my blog, especially as my audience grew, I became nervous. Like super nervous. ...
One of the reasons why I love yoga so much (and most recently hot pilates) is that I can go into a room and think about nothing except moving my body and my breath for an entire hour. It’s one of the most freeing hours of my day. Partially because I’m so grounded that there’s no room for my inner bully. You know, that little negative voice – that we all have – that pops out every now and then? And sometimes way more than we’d ever care to admit ...
Do you ever feel lonely? I do. Especially being someone who works from home. You see – the thing is – I thought it was only me… But the more I started talking about loneliness with girlfriends (or even random people at local coffee shops, on my walks, or at yoga), I soon discovered I wasn’t alone. And when I saw that 72% of adults admitted to feeling lonely … I thought OMG – I’m even more NOT alone in these random creeping feelings of loneliness. Which really got me ...
It was 2015 and here I was. On the verge of turning 30. And I was moving back home with my parents in light of my newly single status. This was not how I envisioned entering my third decade of life. In fact, it was the exact opposite. I was supposed to feel like my life was coming together, not unraveling… Well, the unraveling started to shift one slightly depressive evening, after I came home from my first date, since entering singledom. He was a nice guy who I “met” ...
It was three years ago, but I remember it like it was yesterday. I had just come home from a hot yoga class. I’d been crying in the class. It was one of those cries where your sadness encompasses your whole body to the point you feel numb, and you don’t have any energy left to give. So when you finally release your sadness, your face doesn’t move much. Hot tears simply stream down your cheeks. For me, being in a hot yoga class was a great thing. It meant ...
In my late teens and early twenties, I was obsessed with counting calories. I didn’t even see food. I saw calories. In other words, I was entirely focused on calories. So calories were all I saw. In my mid-twenties, I’d obsess whether or not the new guy I was dating liked me back. Here, my focus was on someone else’s feelings (or lack of them) for me. And since I was insecure and fearful of being alone, all I saw were signs that my new romantic interest just wasn’t that ...
A few years ago, the man I thought I’d marry, dumped me like a hot pancake. One unexpected night, he shared the news with me at our kitchen table that he was no longer in love and the next morning he was gone. I wouldn’t see him again until a month or so later when we overlapped briefly in our moving out schedules with a heartfelt, tear-felt “goodbye.” I had thought I was (hands raised, pumping with joy in the air) forever done with dating. After this scenario, that just ...
I’m in the middle of recording my course, Ditch the Diet. Get MORE. And let me tell you, with two dogs randomly barking, a cat who likes to follow me around everywhere, a fiancé coming in and out, and with a microphone that picks up every little movement, sound, and flip of paper … recording is taking much longer than anticipated. Every opportunity I get for use of a quiet office space or dogs being removed from the home (or walked!), I jump on it, like a spot in ...
Yesterday, I was talking to my dad on the phone. Deep in conversation (our conversations are more like mutual therapy sessions), he says something along the lines of, “No parent ever tells their kid when they’re little, ‘Welcome to the world, life is going to be hard.’ But that’s the fact of the matter. You’re going to have peaks, and you’re going to have valleys and the hope is that your peaks are more often than your valleys. But they’re both a part of life.” I pause, waiting. I ...