Monthly Archives: March 2012

No nap, mama!


No nap, mama! No!

Okay baby girl. Let’s just lay here and snuggle for a bit.


Project 52 – Week 10


It’s been pretty unseasonably warm in the DC Area for the past 2 weeks, and a lot of locals (and probably some non-locals too) were pretty worried about the state of the Cherry Blossoms down on the Tidal Basin.

The local newscasters insisted that the heat would not cause the blossoms to fall early.

Well, guess what?  They were wrong.

This picture was taken 3 days after the Annual Cherry Blossom Festival started.

Womp Womp Womp.



It’s no denying that I’m lazy.  And overweight.  I’m just doing my best as an American.  Fat, lazy, and living the dream.

This will be the THIRD time I’ve restarted the Couch to 5k program.  For those unfamiliar, it’s a program designed to get up from couch potato mode to running a 5k marathon in about nine weeks.

Sounds easy enough, right?

Nope.  It’s not that easy.  Especially when your knees hate you.

The first time I started this I stuck with it pretty well.  And then by about week 5 I just couldn’t move forward.  I found myself repeating week 5 over and over again (which is encouraged!)  So, I took a break.  I decided that some people just aren’t runners.  I still believe that to be true, but for myself, someone who used to be in amazing shape, I needed to prove to my knees and ankles that I wasn’t going to let a few excruciating pains stop me.

So, I started again.  I took about a 6 month break.  This time, from the start, I ran on a treadmill.  Before, I ran outside, and my neighborhood is very hilly.  I thought maybe that had something to do with it.  So, treadmill it was.

Yeah, week 3 saw me about four times before I said screw it and grabbed a bag of potato chips.

But this time folks, I have a blog.  I can inundate you with annoying updates about things no one gives a shit about!  How glorious!  You’re welcome in advance.

So, sit down, grab a beer and a pint of ice cream and watch me run.  Slowly.  Verrrry slowly.  In fact, I don’t even know if it counts as running.

Each week I’ll update you with my progress (or lack there of) and each week you can tell me to stop being a giant baby and just run already.

That’s right folks.  345 words about how I’m going to run.  I probably wouldn’t be so fat if I just ran, instead of telling internet strangers I’m going to run.


Ramblings of a person who can’t shop…


Today I went to the mall and thought, “man, I need like, two pair of flats, at least a pair of pants, some shirts, and maybe a dress or two…”

And then left the mall with two pillows for my couch, a pack of socks for my husband,  a pair of Spanx, a clearance cardigan, a pair of flats, and a pair of sneakers…

And then wondered to myself, “why the fuck do I need sneakers?  I don’t even work out!?*


*If you’ll notice, “fat ass” is a tag word I used for this post.