The instability of how someone may feel on a certain day as an anchor for giving you worth is toxic.
March Madness: Day 1 It’s March! That used to mean a mad dash to accomplish everything manly before my birthday on the […]
I knew I needed to get back to training to make up for the snacking between Thanksgiving and the New Year. I was half, well, actually not very motivated at all.
FIT@50: Two Pounds This week I was watching the boys out back as they discovered a pile of Leah’s padded dumbbells. They […]
Does that mean I failed? Not unless I try deceiving the people who trust me with their stories of the ups and downs of reclaiming their health.
It’s an odd shackle when the devil tells you that there’s still too much work left to be done at the desk, and I shouldn’t leave Leah to go exercise.