No One Wants to Be a “Fat Girl”
There I said it. Commence the flogging. I had a fantastic time a few weeks back for a live event. I met with twenty or so wonderful women, talked nutrition, successes, stories and running… and it was really such a wonderful day. As I was talking to our group in a coffee shop as the […]
Truth. Fear. Compassion.
Well, it happened. I started working on a new book. Wait! Before any of you get too excited (or not excited at all)… it’s a three-year project. So, I have been slowly working on it, and realizing it’s a long process, but I was feeling good about it. During talking about the new one, I had a conversation with […]
After the Ice Cream…
My dad had a nickname when I was growing up–and it was “the Tornado.” Because everything he did, he did fast. (And with also surprising accuracy.) I looked up to my dad so much, that my mom began to call me “Little Ray” – my dad, being the original Ray. When I took piano lessons, […]
Elbow-Deep in a Half Gallon of Ice Cream
I always find it funny when people comment or say how much they “prefer the way Swim Bike Mom used to be.” I have to stop and think for a minute on that one. Do they mean ME, personally? Or the blog? Or what? And what does that even mean, anyway? “Hey you’re okay, but […]
Tearing Up The Script
Several years ago, I was expressing my frustration in a small group of friends about my weight, my size, my triathlon speeds, and pretty much whatever else was bugging me at the moment when one of my friends, who I will call Susan (because that’s her real name), sort of nailed me. She basically said, “Well, you have a […]