Health
The Baby Made Me Do It: Finding freedom in motherhood
Every night, after 6:30 p.m., I am effectively a prisoner in my own house. I have a four-month-old baby who lays his little self down in my arms and closes his eyes at exactly 6:30 p.m. There are no more spontaneous trips out to see a band or late-night runs to the grocery store. My husband works late, so it’s just me and my sleeping baby boy in the house most nights.
Cost-benefit analysis: Making good choices is a daily struggle
It is 11 p.m. I’m achy from my workout yesterday and feeling pretty good about it. I ate well today, except for three large squares of chocolate from the Pound Plus Trader Joe’s 72% Dark Chocolate bar after dinner. My waistline is blissfully unencumbered by elastic-waist, cotton and spandex yoga pants.
Wedding weight woes: Just say no to the battle with the scale
There isn’t much that I love more than a wedding. I got married over three years ago, but I can still be found covertly recording Say Yes To the Dress on my DVR every Friday night. It’s a sickness, really, but there is something so alluring about the romance of it all.
Miraculous: Pregnancy Leads One Woman to a Healthy Body Image
After dodging pregnancy for my entire adult life, I am pregnant. Glee is not the word I would use to describe my reaction to this news; stunned silence is more like it. When I saw that second glaring line show up on that little pink stick, everything stopped.
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