I sometimes picture myself as an older woman. My children have flown the coup. My sweet husband and I have dinner with only each other as company most nights. I fill my days with…I really can’t picture that part. Will there really be a time in my life where I am not trying to keep
It’s 2013, and I’m three months pregnant with my first baby. One of our wedding “Give the couple advice!” (from two years earlier) postcards spontaneously shows up in our mailbox. I curiously turn the picture of us dressed up in our wedding clothes around to see who had decided to write a message all these months later.
Working out made me miserable. “Running makes me feel so happy.” I called bullcrap to that and everyone who said it. Running, or any other exercise (besides tennis…tennis is good) makes me feel annoyed at my lungs in the moment and mad at my legs the next day. I tried everything. Lifting, zumba, running, classes, outside routines, gymnastics