Watch Out It’s Messy In Here

As part of my quest for iron, I was advised to first run a marathon.  Something I've thought about doing since I became a runner almost three years ago, but never seriously considered a possibility.  But, if I want to complete a full Ironman, I obviously need to be able to run 26.2, so I decided that I needed to complete my first marathon by the end of this year.  My friend Erin then chose the Philadelphia Marathon for us to do as our first, together.  When I told Kristin that I wanted to run Philly, she informed me that it was her favorite one.  What kind of sick group of  people am I now hanging out with that they have a favorite marathon?!?  But her endorsement of the event confirmed that this was the one for me to do.  Erin since changed her mind because of her college budget and schedule not making it a possibility for this year, but KW and I agree that I should still do it.  Well, having this goal now with set date not only makes it ...

As the weather gets warmer, I am wearing less bulky clothing.  Clearly nobody at work reads my blog, so they all missed my post about what NOT to say to a "skinny person".  In the past few days, no less than four people have come right out and asked me if I was anorexic.  What the hell is going through their minds as they ask me that?  Are they jealous?  Do they think it's a compliment?  I just don't get it.  I feel like screaming at them.  "IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!!!"   I did say to one of them that it's an issue that my doctor and I are dealing with, and thanked her for her concern.  Her reply was "So do you think you're fat?"  REALLY?  I just admitted that I had a problem, and you're going there. Then, yesterday, an email was going around work with the following cartoon in it: I decided to revise the cartoon, and will be hanging it in my cubicle (maybe minus the swearing....) For the reco...

I have never lived alone. I went from living with my parents, to living with my boyfriend, who later became my husband. And when we moved in together, we already had a 2 month old baby boy. I also have never had to cook for myself on a regular basis. My mother did the cooking at home. I might turn the oven on, or boil the water for her, but she did the cooking, and meal planning. And my husband is the world's greatest cook, so he does the cooking, meal planning AND grocery shopping in our house. Now, I am faced with the reality of finding an apartment on my own. He will keep the house. I don't want it and can't afford it on my own. But, I'm going to have to cook! And meal plan! And go to Wegman's, every week! My poor kids. I can do turkey burgers on the grill, but I won't have a grill. Last night I had to cook pork chops, cause The Big One and husband were not home yet. I had no idea if they were done. I called him to ask, and his response was, y...