motherhood calling

I was in the zone forty minutes into an "overtime" hour-long workout at the gym. It was my favorite instructor, Amanda, my gym woman-crush (and based on the over packed¬†class, I am not alone in admiring her) and after the day before's dancing extravaganza it was my happy place. I don't really ask for much… Continue reading motherhood calling

pilates and my total lack of grace

Strolling up to my 8:30am pilates class yesterday morning, I felt pretty accomplished. Here I was, surrounded by all the other fit-minded women in our little area of the island, and I was doing something positive for my health and body. Ten minutes into the class I remembered why I hate pilates. Even at my… Continue reading pilates and my total lack of grace