The Healthy Life

The Open is an emotional roller coaster for most of us, right?  I mean, talk about riding the high wave of Castro announcing your wheelhouse workout and seeing your name sit high on the leaderboard, to the very next week him slamming you in the nards with a little cocktail of all the things you didn’t want to see show up in the Open…and, consequently, watching your name slide lower and lower on the leaderboard…

Over breakfast on Saturday morning, we were all joking around over breakfast and Maya starts picking on me for my To-Do List on the chalkboard.  Not in a mean way, just in our normal pick-on-Mom sort of way.  Totally fine.  Then, it comes up about how over at their Dad’s house, they all make fun of me for “being busy” when I really have nothing to do.  Again, it was all in good fun…everyone laughing…

Since, basically, forever, we’ve all been programmed to go running for ice when something gets hurt.  Right? Well, if you’ve never heard this angle before, I don’t blame you if it takes you even years to really believe it enough to throw out all of your ice packs, ibuprofen, and not go running for ice when your kid is in tears because they think they may have broken their elbow in a basketball game. And, good…

Quick write up because I (a) don’t have many pictures from the day for some weird reason, and (b) the schedule is pretty packed for the camp so I just don’t really have a ton of time to write. I will say, though, that the funniest thing to me right now is how comfortable and, simultaneously, crazy it is to travel with this particular crew of people.  I’m spending the most amount of time with…

Dr. Michael McKenzie is one of those people in our lives that has genuinely altered the path that we could’ve gone down as parents.  No one out there has all the right answers; I get that.  But, this guy hasn’t let us down yet. I’m pretty good about staying grounded in the fact that just because I already have two older kids, I don’t really know what I’m doing.  There are times I have conversations with…

At Tracy’s birthday dinner on Saturday night, the topic of flossing came up.  I have no idea where it came from, but all of a sudden I catch wind that one of my best friends at the table (I will NOT reveal which one…and, I consider each one of them my best friends so don’t even try to figure out who I’m talking about because it could be any one of them) defeatedly admitted that…

Everyone in Ben’s 8:30 class, and most other people that know anything about him, know that he’s obsessed with the Crossover Symmetry system.  He talks about it constantly, uses it himself all of the time, and preaches about how it can fix pretty much anything. It’s sort of his version of Windex.  You know, like the father from My Big Fat Greek Wedding who uses it as a remedy for everything from “psoriasis to poison ivy”.…

I’ve been on a rough road of injuries over the last year.  I’m not even going to list them all because (a) it depresses me to think about all of them, (b) peoples’ reactions to the sheer length of the list make my heart hurt, and (c) my readers don’t need that sort of negativity in their lives. But, I pulled or strained my lat at one point over the summer and, until recently, haven’t…

     Last night, my nutritionist, Adee from Working Against Gravity, suggested I do a daily guided meditation that she and her husband do every morning.  I told her I was having trouble sleeping at night, and she said this might be a good way to start being able to improve that area of my life.  They use an app on their phone called Headspace and they do this for 20 minutes every morning.  The program…

I can never wrap my brain around the best plan of attack of eating when it comes to special events (holiday parties, weddings, etc.). There are so many options and, somehow, no matter which one you go with you end up tanking: You starve yourself all day.  You’re going to your buddy’s wedding, and all they’ve done since they booked the venue is talk about how insane the food’s going to be.  You know yourself…and,…