It's been about a year since I made the conscious decision to stop freaking out about food. I know a lot of you know exactly what I'm talking about. But in case you're from another planet, a dude, or in the .01% of badass women who feel totally comfortable in bodies and never stress about … Continue reading The best part of getting out of food anxiety hell
Saying Yes is Overrated—This is Why No is Actually the Best (Even if You Have FOMO)
On Saturday evening, Dan and I were browsing at a used bookstore. It smelled like old books and burnt coffee. Fluorescent lighting cast an unnaturally bright glow on the jam-packed shelves. Not counting the woman who wouldn't stop talking loudly on her cell phone (and who wouldn't even pause her conversation to pay for her … Continue reading Saying Yes is Overrated—This is Why No is Actually the Best (Even if You Have FOMO)
So you want to stop hating your body but you have no idea where to begin?
I don’t remember exactly when I started hating my body. I when, as a senior in high school, I spontaneously lost five pounds as a result of being nervous and excited about a boy while simultaneously starting my job at Ben and Jerry’s. (In lieu of any free ice cream ever, the job offered frequent … Continue reading So you want to stop hating your body but you have no idea where to begin?
People are socially awkward and I don’t have to care
I barely remember a time when I was not self-conscious of my stomach. I remember being in the fifth grade, hanging out at recess (because we were ten and too cool to play or run or do anything besides hang around and maybe play four square) when one of my friends turned to me."No offense," … Continue reading People are socially awkward and I don’t have to care
The Gift of a Broken Bike
This weekend I did the Lookout Mountain Sprint Triathlon. I did this race last year, so I knew what to expect. At least I thought I did. The swim was an uneventful 525 yards in a country club pool. My breathing felt way too intense for reasons I don't understand. I don't know how exactly … Continue reading The Gift of a Broken Bike
