For as long as I can remember I have fought a tendency to set unreasonable or oppressive goals that I then fail to meet. Wanting to break out of this cycle, I looked for a project that I could not only start, but complete as well. Continue reading
Here is a joke that my LSP recently told me. The setting is a job interview. 
Interviewer: “What would you say is your worst quality?”
Candidate: “I have to admit that I am brutally honest.”
Interviewer: “Why, I don’t think that honesty is a negative personality trait at all!”
Candidate: “I really don’t give a flying fuck what you think.” Continue reading
Lion in front of the Art Institute of Chicago.
I am in my element, learning new things in a foreign land with people I have never met before. While attending a cultural studies conference in Chicago, I have chosen panels according to my interest rather than my expertise. Skipping the talks about art, medicine, and museums, I am listening to arguments about the politics of American comedy, the exploitation hidden within contemporary bicycle culture, the challenges of researching Klan robes, and the surprising links between mandated monogamous love and American national identity. I am also paying attention to the embodied performance of each speaker. Continue reading
Hello Fitbabe,
I really need your advice. My mother passed away 3 months ago and since then I have let my health slide. I have put on 20lbs and I am miserable. I used to go to the gym 3 days a week and also I went for long walks at least 2 times a week. Continue reading
One of the most accurate representations of pregnancy I’ve seen: http://cdn.parenting.kidspot.com.au/wp-content/uploads/2012/11/pregnancy_
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When one is 36 years old and pregnant for the first time, the changes that one’s body initiates are shocking. Throughout my adult life I have been in control of my nutritional and fitness regimen – splurging when I wanted to, directing bodily outcomes when specific goals were sought. With pregnancy, however, even my best attempts to control my rapidly expanding flesh are unsuccessful. No matter what I eat or tone, my belly – and my breasts, and my hips, and my veins – are following their own paths, growing larger, more engorged, more alien with each passing day. Continue reading
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