I have an appointment with an orthopedic surgeon this week, that’s how well I did. Ha! As you may have seen on the Not Your Average Gal Facebook page (<—– psst. You should Like that page, I have entertaining updates), I sprained my ankle with only 2 FRIGGING DAYS LEFT in the #NYAGmile challenge. It hasn’t […]
Body Love
For Once, I’m Not Beating Myself Up (And How You Can Join Me).
When we came back from our trip to Korea and Japan, I hopped on the scale. Sure, I could have done that in hotels, but what kind of sacrilegious, glutton for punishment person does that while on vacation?! I wasn’t too shocked I had gained a couple pounds. My pants were a bit snug, but nothing that […]
This Is Me. In A Bikini. Therefore, It’s A Bikini Body.
Yup. There I am. In all my bikini glory. We were on our first trip to Mexico and I was feeling good (after a couple cucumber mojitos) and I asked the hubster to take a picture of me because I was having such a fun time. I looked at it afterwards and thought I looked pretty darn […]
I Don’t Look Like a Runner
My butt jiggles. (Although I’m not entirely sure exactly how much because it’s quite tough to verify while I’m running.) I have strong thighs that touch. My boobs need to be locked and loaded into my favorite sports bra. I get really red in the face to the point that I’ve received concerned looks from bystanders. I […]
I Don’t Have a Goal Weight. Should I?
I used to have a number in my head of what I’d like to weigh because I figured that number meant I’d put on that illusive glass slipper and finally be pretty enough to twirl in my ballgown. But that shit’s for Cinderella and my fairy godmother is probably drunk. You can read countless weight-loss tales of women and men who […]
Literally and Figuratively Cleaning Out my Closet
In general, I’m very good about not collecting and keeping too much shit. The hubster pokes fun at me because I have 3 rubbermaid bins in our storage closet of childhood memories that I’ve been moving around to each place I’ve lived since I was 22. My mother wanted nothing of mine at her home after […]