There has been minimal-to-no bounceback from the weight-loss when I was sick. Therefore, I’m claiming that most of the weight-loss was more-related to my lack of alcohol than the actual sickness. There were a shit-ton of hyphens in that first bullet point. After drinking far too much over the camping weekend, I’m giving my liver… Continue reading Where I force the disjointed thoughts out of my head
Month: June 2012
Where I have the bright idea to take my toddlers camping
I’m someone who never seems to be far from a computer, so you might not think that I enjoy camping . . . but I do. A lot. Being amongst nature makes me happy — you have to step back and live more simply, lead a less-complicated life, and that makes me happy1. First, there… Continue reading Where I have the bright idea to take my toddlers camping
Where I realize that not all trips for ice cream are created equally
Saturday was a fine day. Duffy and I traded off watching the kids and getting yardwork done, meaning that I actually got a little bit of sun (which, I hope, will mean that I don’t burn the very instant that I get to the beach in July). There was some napping that happened. All in… Continue reading Where I realize that not all trips for ice cream are created equally
Where I run, and blog, and give
Jamie, at Chosen Chaos has started a neat little program – basically, get all of her blogging (and non-blogging) running friends together, and see if we can log the mileage from coast to coast between us. Of course, she started this and I immediately came down with whatever the heck I had, but now I’m… Continue reading Where I run, and blog, and give
Where I reflect on health and weight, yet again
I’ve always maintained that I would kick-ass on “The Moderate Loser.” When I can take the time to really sit back and concentrate on my health, I shed pounds and my body starts looking good. The thing is, The Biggest Loser is not indicative of real life. You can’t just stop what you’re doing, head… Continue reading Where I reflect on health and weight, yet again
Where I like my kids
A very wise soul once said to me “you’ll love your kids, always, but that doesn’t mean you always have to like them,” and, well, there are moments where that rings truer than it seems possible. When a kid decides to kick away and start running when I’m half-through changing their diaper, or when the… Continue reading Where I like my kids
Where my first DNF turns to far, far worse
This weekend was the Virginia Wine Half-Marathon. I knew things were going to be difficult when my wife’s aunt died — the funeral, you see, was at 11. The half-marathon was two hours away. The half-marathon started at 7. In other words, I needed to run a course that I didn’t know in two hours,… Continue reading Where my first DNF turns to far, far worse