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Body Love. Care.

I have plenty to say, but am opting to spend my energy elsewhere today. Actually I am spending my time on me. I injured my leg climbing up and down really tall ladders, then re-injured it today while dancing to music in my dinning room. So today I have rested, I have napped, and I just climbed out of a warm bath. Today has been all about frugal self care while slowly working on my painting project and enjoying Friday movie night with my children. I will unapologetically add todays picture at another time.  


Body Love. Pool.


Half way through the 31 day project. To celebrate I thought I would take some fabulous swimming photos. Unfortunately it just felt too risky to set my camera up on a tripod on the side of a pool full of boisterous little boys. And there was no way I was going to hand my phone over to a sopping wet child and ask him to take a picture. So I was left with a post swim dressing room selfie. I love swimming. I was involved in a community swim team in junior high and was a lifeguard in high school. Being in the water feels natural and comfortable; floating, spinning, and kicking through the water as if flying through space. I

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Body Love. Struggle.

Today I struggled. I struggled with the desire to just try another diet. Surely this one (which ever one) will work. I have tried just about every whole food ‘diet’ possible. I struggle with wanting to have results. I struggle with clothes being too tight. I struggle with struggling! Should I be struggling, isn’t that just as stressful as restriction? I don’t have any answers today. Just a lot of questions. But here is the truth of the moment. I can still love being me through the struggles. I don’t have to have everything figured out to be loved, especially by me. That leaves me with trying to have fun with my struggles, trying to reframe my questions and trying to find joy in this process.

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Body Love. Soccer Mom.


It has happened, I am a quintessential soccer mom. Lugging children and soccer balls from field to field, weaving together schedules and making sure the right child is at the right game at (approximately) the right time. I cheer like crazy. I learn the names of every child on the team and cheer for them too. I love the excitement. I love the silliness. I love watching the four year olds cheer even when the ball went in the wrong goal.

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Body Love. Sadness.

I had a sad moment today. I cried. I let myself feel the loss. I didn’t run from it or smother it. And then I felt settled and was able to embrace the truth that God has something else in store for me. I intellectually knew this to be the case before today’s news. What was the news? Basically I was rejected, I offered up my talents, gifts, and service and then after months of waiting I was kindly and gently told that my best was not what they wanted. Ouch. But I really want to emphasize that this is the good kind of ouch. Feeling disappointment and rejection without needing to numb the feeling is part of living in my body. It is part of honoring my body.

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