We’re attending a family wedding soon (which I am super excited about!), but I had the sudden realization last week that I have nothing to wear. Here, I’ll prove it. “Let’s do the numbers”, as they say on the radio: after 7 years of trying to loose weight, 4 years of marriage, 2 pregnancies, 2 twelve-ish month periods of nursing a wee babe, 3ish diets, 1 gym membership, 562 bad clothing purchases, 24 excellent shoe purchases (because any shoe purchase is, by definition, good), 5 bins of clothing that may never fit again, 1 walk-in closet of clothing that fits poorly, and, and, and, … and 3 “ands” worth of not even knowing what to say or how to act or what to wear for 5 years, I have concluded that loosing weight is a myth. Furthermore, it’s a disease of our minds whose symptoms include vain hopes and 3 years of buying poor quality,”temporary” clothing until “I loose weight again and can get back to the clothes I wore when I was 25, which was 10 years ago but not in MC years. In MC years that’s, like, 2 months. So it’s totally worth it to wait to wear real clothing until then.” Continue reading
Since pregnancy, which roughly lined up with turning 30, it seems that the AGE part of the phrase “as we age” has applied more and more pervasively in life. Until a couple of years back, I’ve been able to plausibly deny that I am part of the “WE” in that phrase. “AS”, a measurement of time progressing, of COURSE never happened to me, since I am perpetually 19 years old.
But my doctor, and my friend Marilyn, and an eerie number of other folks have, lately, regularly diagnosed me with: “as we age” syndrome. Continue reading
“…While to that Rock I’m clinging…”
I’m sitting here at the gym, not working out. It’s been a rough week, vehicle-y speaking. (The above photo of the worst wreck I’ve ever seen is one of the few things that didn’t happen regarding my car this week. No, that piece of work happened several years ago in the middle of the night. Luckily, I wasn’t in the car and no one was hurt.) But the way this week has gone, I could feel something like I did when I walked out my front door and saw that for the first time. Continue reading
Run, run, run, slip. Run, skid. Run, run, run to the side to avoid the runner who just fell in front of me ..
It was Thanksgiving morning. I was running in the middle of a pack of 5K runners, on several inches of snow that had been trampled & packed down by the 10K runners a few hours before. The air was crisp and cold, the landscapes around us were beautiful, but every step was a discouragement. I could feel the power in my stride dissipate every time my foot struck the hard, slick surface. Continue reading