On Thursday, an article about primping before birth came out in The Boston Globe and I was quoted as being in favor of it, which — obviously — I am, given that I put it on the record. As I expected, the reaction to the article was mixed; people either thought the article was entertaining and . . . → Read More: Self-Care, Feminism, and Good Mothering Can, In Fact, Co-Exist

The dough is officially rising folks. At 15 weeks, the evidence of Roll was debatable; this week, I can definitely see it. Can you? (I shot these photos on a timer, with my camera sitting on a shelf in my pantry. Clever, no?)

I thought it was fitting to take some shots in workout gear this week. . . . → Read More: Little Roll Rising, 16 Weeks

So far, this summer has totally cramped my fitness routine. Yes, I tweaked my knee a few weeks ago, which helped me fall off the wagon, but I think it’s largely healed now. Instead, I’ve been hampered by a lack of motivation that seems to stem from: a) not having a carrot to chase (i.e., target . . . → Read More: What To Do When Your Fitness Routine Goes Down the Crapper During the Summer

I just spent nearly four days offline. Yes, I checked in on my Blackberry periodically (though the frequency of checking decreased exponentially as the hours passed), but I didn’t crack open my laptop once during this time (a rarity for me). Prior to these four days I took Laurel with me to New York City for . . . → Read More: 10 Reasons I Loved Being Away From You Internet

Let’s be perfectly clear. I love sleep. Like, have-a-big-smile-on-my-face-when-I-bury-my-face-in-the-pillow-at-night love it. And I alternate between states of grouch and zombie on the days following a short night’s sleep.

But it’s remarkable what the body can do when tasked to rally. For example, on a weekend where you fly 3,000 miles across the country, get up close and . . . → Read More: Eat. Blog. Run. Rally.

When I was a kid, I was physically able but not extraordinarily capable. I was never the last person picked in gym class but I was never the first. I could climb the ladder to reach the ceiling in the gym but couldn’t hoist myself up a rope. I could do splits but not cartwheels. Perhaps . . . → Read More: My Team

Day 31 (a few hours early) of Gwen Bell’s Best of 2009 Blog Challenge:“Resolution you wish you’d stuck with. (You know, there’s always next year…)”

I don’t make New Year’s resolutions; rather, throughout the year I set intentions about various things that need addressing in my life. But if I had to pick something that was along . . . → Read More: Setting Intentions