Mile-stones

Tonight, I ran a freaking mile! The last time I ran a mile, it was 1993.
Now you understand why I am so flipping happy. So happy, that I don't even care that it took me almost 15 minutes.

Rhythm

I really wish I had a camera last night. I saw dance moves from Mark that I had never seen before. Sigh, I love him.

Congratulations to Jake and Michelle! Such a great wedding!

Good Intentions

I bought bananas, blackberries and apples.

I made chocolate chip cookies and ate three.




No, it was four.

Odds

I want to pee my pants every single time I think of my father's mispronunciation of cilantro.

"Cirantro". Priceless.

love hate relationship

Dear Body,

Why do you hate me? Was it the glass of wine I had? The deep fried cheese curds? Or maybe it was the pan of rice krispie treats that I demolished in less than 24 hrs...? Don't hold a grudge, please. Remember the endless glasses of water I give you everyday? How about the walks I take you on when I am ambitious enough to get you off the couch? Oh! The showers I give you... c'mon, that must be heaven, right? Please, stop torturing me, I get the point. No more fun. Lets get back to bland boring food and a regular cardio routine.

No more smoking crack, I promise.

my mind, my worst enemy

I despise the dreams that disappoint. No joy in waking up second guessing and feeling uneasy. I envy those that don't remember the stories that dance in their mind, in the middle of the night.

I will

I will have more dance parties and not care that people are able see me through the window. I will channel my inner Shakira and learn how to shake my hips even if I end up breaking one. I will not shave my legs anymore, I usually miss half of it anyway. I will shave my head and be the best G.I. Jane I can be, rock hard abs and all. I will learn. I will gamble. I will enjoy ice cream whenever the temperature rises above 70 degrees and triggers my craving. I will sleep on the beach with nothing but my sleeping bag, the stars, and a handgun. I will no longer let grizzly bears haunt my dreams. I will love. I will get a tattoo of an organ donor ribbon on the back of my neck. I will run. I will buy a box of sangria and not feel ashamed if I finish it in a week. I will write a book. I will travel to Florence, Italy and stand among dozens of people (or streets) that share my name. I will be a mother. I will speak to God like he is my best friend, not some distant relative who lives miles away. I will sky dive. I will apologize. I will shed all negative thoughts, petty grudges and unfounded fears. I will show gratitude. I will show pain.



I will wake up.

I will not regret.