Diabetic to Dietetics

Yesterday was the perfect day to be a duck, but not so perfect to be a runner. I was freaking soaked, from head-to-toe soaked, sopping wet soaked, weighed 20 extra…

Just one more week! One more week until I get to hold Baby Number 3! Well actually, for me, he’s number 9, but for my big brother and dear sister…

When I got a text from my dear leader and great friend on Tuesday night, I didn’t react to it so kindly. It wasn’t an offensive text, wasn’t insulting, wasn’t…

This morning was not a normal Tuesday morning. I was out with the wake-up birds and the early morning workers and the commuters. But I wasn’t the one commuting, not…

The other day when my ankle issue was diagnosed as scar tissue, I initially thought it to be the lesser evil. I mean, scar tissue can’t be nearly as bad…

For almost the whole drive into the valley this morning I was cursing myself. What was I thinking wearing my orange jacket and not my red jacket? My orange jacket…

Just like the boy who lived I, too, grew up with scar on my forehead that had a spectacular story attached to it, mind you my story probably wasn’t quite…

Okay, maybe not friend, more like the lesser evil. All week I’ve been meaning to go to the walk-in clinic to pick up a requisition form to get my ankle…

Kate Beckinsale. Katie Holmes. Princess of Pavement. All Katies. All beautiful brunettes. Those of you who read Sunday’s blog post, and looked closely at the photo, past the disgusting toenail,…

When I walked through the doors of the condo last night and Mario announced that he had spent some time on the trainer while I was out at pilates my…

Just when I thought my feet couldn’t get any uglier, my toe goes and falls off … well, the nail that is. Remember these: That happened three and a half…

I’m not gonna lie, I’ve had some doubts, running the marathon doubts, doubts that were hollering in my head last night while running alone in the dark in the nasty…