Diabetic to Dietetics

So. You know my fingers. My heavily callused fingers. My heavily callused fingers that became that way from decades of pricking them with a sharp needle. My heavily callused fingers…

You can’t control the uncontrollable, so don’t waste tears trying. That was probably the most valuable piece of information I walked away with following the running symposium I attended this…

(I’m a few days late with this post.) Dear Little Ring, 18 months, how has that happened. I swear, it’s as though I blinked and you went from a crying,…

I didn’t want to come at you guys today with excuses, I wanted to be the Bionic Woman, the woman who could do anything no matter what is trying to…

Sometimes it’s cheese, but never yogurt. Sometimes it’s bread, but never peanut butter. Sometimes it’s chocolate ice cream, but never Swiss chocolate. Sometimes it’s carrots, but never cucumbers. Always, it’s…

I have a fairly high tolerance for pain – I take needles regularly, I prick my finger multiple times a day, when I broke my wrist, I was in denial,…

My fame has risen once again. Seriously people, my head is soon gonna be the size of a watermelon again (not that I’m complaining 😉 ) Brother-sister rivalry. Remember my…

I don’t like the same-old, same-old running routes. I don’t like out-and-back running routes. I don’t like running in temperatures below zero. But more than any of that, I do…

Dear Little Ring, Remember those days when you were just a lump? The days when you’d lie there keeping mama company for her strength training? The days when all you…

Today, there were goosebumps – good and bad. On a day I found out three little boys lost their mama to cancer (a fellow runner and friend to so many…

I was promised sun. I was told if I ran UP, there would be sun. Warm sun. Bright sun. Glowing sun. Big Ring had spent all Sunday morning up at…

Please excuse me a moment while I sing what’s been bursting to get out of me ever since a run two runs ago: HALLELUJAH! HALLELUJAH! HALLELUUUUUJAH! Not sure what was…