I found my way into the world of fitness during my freshman or sophomore year of college. My love-hate relationship with dance had reached a peak (you can read more about that here), so I started searching for another venue to satisfy my need to move. While the emotional side of dance proved too tough, I did not want to walk away from consistent physical activity. I tried a number of options: running, intramural sports, even considered joining the women's club rugby team. This is an okay time for a brief pause and a little laughter for anyone who's met me; I love sports, but I truly believe I was born to watch them, not play them, and to this day, I avoid running at all costs.
Guilt is my least favorite emotion. It hangs around for hours, potentially days, reminding me I fell short of my own expectations. I know the expectations I put on myself when it comes to being healthy (whatever that means) are often unrealistic and unreasonable.
My husband and I bought our first condo back in April (2016). After some ups and downs, including replacing all of our floors due to a water pipe bursting, we finally were ready to show off our new home (5 months after moving in).
On a side note, you can follow our search for a condo here. The short story, USA Today followed us around, House Hunters style, as part of an online series about first time home buyers.
We invited our friends for a housewarming brunch, promising great food and bottomless mimosas. I started thinking about the menu a few weeks in advance, wanting to make sure I covered all bases in terms of allergies and dietary restrictions. I landed on the following:
Walking enthusiast, kitchen experimenter, sports lover (watching, not playing), and future world traveler.
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