
We All Bloom When We’re Ready
When my mother died within two months of my daughter’s birth, I knew I had to do something to tie the two events together.
When my mother died within two months of my daughter’s birth, I knew I had to do something to tie the two events together.
Our recipe Live on Cooking with Mo Rose today is definitely NOT EDIBLE—but it’s great to help out your family if you’ve got a cold or flu.
Nearly every day I make time to work out. It doesn’t always fit into my schedule and sometimes things suffer when I force my workout into my schedule.
I think I’m failing Kindergarten. My pre-parenthood M.O. was to avoid the stuff that overwhelmed me. Especially school. Because math.
I thought that as an adult, I was done with panic attacks. I was cocky, hadn’t had one in years, I was so obviously over them. But when your life is somehow upended, the dormant ways float back to the surface.
I finally went off my medication after months of wanting to wean. I have longed to be free from the medication, but I don’t know if I can make it.
I started wondering about the accountability of personal trainers. What if I didn’t tell Tim about my health, followed his diet, and wound up in the hospital?
I sound like a broken record, even to myself. But what is my alternative? I need to teach my children how to speak to me so I can hear them.
Today I showered. That was it. That’s all I accomplished for the entire day.
I’ve dropped the weight. My belly looks lumpy and is the antithesis of flat. But I’ve dropped the weight that matters.
When my mother died within two months of my daughter’s birth, I knew I had to do something to tie the two events together.
Our recipe Live on Cooking with Mo Rose today is definitely NOT EDIBLE—but it’s great to help out your family if you’ve got a cold or flu.
Nearly every day I make time to work out. It doesn’t always fit into my schedule and sometimes things suffer when I force my workout into my schedule.
I think I’m failing Kindergarten. My pre-parenthood M.O. was to avoid the stuff that overwhelmed me. Especially school. Because math.
I thought that as an adult, I was done with panic attacks. I was cocky, hadn’t had one in years, I was so obviously over them. But when your life is somehow upended, the dormant ways float back to the surface.
I finally went off my medication after months of wanting to wean. I have longed to be free from the medication, but I don’t know if I can make it.
I started wondering about the accountability of personal trainers. What if I didn’t tell Tim about my health, followed his diet, and wound up in the hospital?
I sound like a broken record, even to myself. But what is my alternative? I need to teach my children how to speak to me so I can hear them.
Today I showered. That was it. That’s all I accomplished for the entire day.
I’ve dropped the weight. My belly looks lumpy and is the antithesis of flat. But I’ve dropped the weight that matters.