My own skin

I’m going to come right out and say it: I love my body. I love that I’m short. It gives me tremendous leverage and I like the world from this height. I love that I am physically stronger than many women and always have been. I’m proud of what this lets me do. It took…

It’s not you, it’s me

Most of the emails or comments I’ve received from people about my fitness pursuits have been overwhelmingly positive and for that I’m sincerely appreciative. What I find slightly harder to respond to with any tact and dignity are the more negative assertions, as well as the questions that appear to imply that my choices are…

A change and a rest

For this week and next, I’m eating like I’m not trying to lose weight. It’s a refreshing change and a planned hiatus to enable me to make it through the Christmas season without collapse. I’m still eating properly, paying attention to getting enough protein and ensuring that a large proportion of my carbs come from…

This is not Before and After

About seven months ago, I looked at myself in the mirror long and hard and realised that I needed to change a few things about my life. Some of the big pieces were doing just fine (incredible marriage, awesome kid, good job) but one of the largest had fallen completely out of alignment and needed…

Keeping track

I’m a big believer in keeping track of things. It’s a form of self-defense. I think people with excellent imaginations need physical records to rein in their emotional responses to perceptions on a regular basis, providing a reality check, as it were. Where things like one’s own athletic performance and body composition/shape/size are concerned, it…