So, I ran my first marathon about 20 years ago. I liked to think I was doing it for the challenge, I was pushing myself to do the impossible. But let’s be honest, I just knew it would be an excuse to eat whatever I wanted and stay skinny forever. You’ve seen those hard core… Continue reading Does this Ironman make me look fat?

I threw my scale away two years ago. It was the most liberating moment of my life. I was a girl who has struggled with weight since I was young, and the scale became my authority. It was my disciplinarian; my rewarder, my punisher. It dictated how I felt, how I looked, how I acted.… Continue reading I will never weigh myself again

The first time it happened was on a two day airplane flight back from Rwanda, where I was doing some Mission work. I was dehydrated, had been in the country for a few weeks so my nutrition was down. I had also been suffering with stomach issues and had been up for two days, so… Continue reading Seriously? An Anxiety Attack?

If you read my other ramblings, you’ll know I do a lot of trail running. My crazy bestie and I did the mother load of all races, a 100 mile footrace through dirt and sand and hills (and tears) this past March. That race was awesome, on so many levels. It taught me so very… Continue reading At first it was only for the IRONMAN Tattoo…

I am pretty sure we all have one subtle, or, not so subtle thing that happens in our lives, from which we can look back and go “that’s where it all started”. Whatever that proverbial “it” may be. Good or bad. For me, it was in fourth grade. Life was good. I had friends. School… Continue reading Walk and talk like a duck. You’re labeled a duck. Careful of that…

I am a 43 year old woman. I have run ultramarathons, and overcame being a fat teenager who dealt with unnamed eating disorders her whole life. I am happily married, with a great job. I own a nice home with my husband of 20 years who I cherish, have a child in college and another… Continue reading Cliques, Intimidations, and Revelations @ the Gym.

I have a very cool job that allows me to work on music festivals across the US. As such, I travel a bunch, and am in a variety of hotels, from the Ritz to Motel 6. People from all walks of life have crossed my path, and between airplanes and airports and hotels and the… Continue reading Lessons from Residence Inn in Ontario….

I have this weird thing that has been happening when I fly lately. I get anxiety attacks. I am not afraid of flying, I am not afraid of crashing or bumps or small spaces, but this dreadful fear hits me at random points of my flights, and I feel like I am going to die.… Continue reading To those whom much is given – much is expected. My journey to honor that purpose

Seriously, I do it all day long. It started out as a ‘funny’ thing between my hubby and I. We have this very demented routine of cheering one another up, by pretty much insulting whatever has offended us. Rude barista? Fucking idiot. Cut off on the highway? Fucking idiot. Boss, well being a boss? Fucking… Continue reading I really have to stop calling everyone a F*^ck!ng idiot……

I was a chubby kid. Mom is quick to point out not “fat”, just “big boned and healthy”. Whatever you called it, my nickname was Thunder Thighs, or as my dad lovingly called me, ‘Sugar Plump Fairy”. (Yep, therapy came later in life). But, I was, big. And I liked to eat. I also was… Continue reading I ran 100 miles. Why? Read on.