One day almost three years ago, however, I decided that I was through and that I had had enough. I was tired of hating myself. I was 23 years old, and I realized that this was my one life and my one body, and if I couldn’t accept love from myself, how was I ever going to have a stable marriage or have happy, lasting friendships?
The BEST post workout breakfast.
We’re well into the second week of the new year, and wow, the momentum from the #sweatpink community this year is even more unstoppable than in years past. Today kicks off the first day of the #IAmLimitless challenge (join here!) but these #sweatpink sisters are already getting after it. Here are a few of our […]
Along with this diagnosis came the news that I could no longer run. As a runner, this was tough news to hear but I wasn’t going to let this diagnosis define me.
Decking the halls with boughs and babies.