Just Hold On To Me

Just Hold On To Me

So, if you are sitting and reading this, thinking that your marriage isn't perfect, congratulations - you're human. If you are sitting there thinking that other people have perfect relationships and you are the odd one out, I'm here to tell you that no one's is.

These Are Five Of My Favourite Things…

These Are Five Of My Favourite Things…

Thank you to everyone who gave me feedback on my first "favourite things" blog. If you know me, you know that I love summer. I don't mind the heat, and I crave the vitamin D. Seeing as how I am not into sports, winter is definitely not my jam. BUT from a fashion-standpoint, fall is where it's at. There is something so appealing about the crisp air, jeans, fall boots and a warm latte that soothes my soul. So, in honour of the upcoming season, here are my top five favourite fall things.

My Peloton And I: A Love Story

My Peloton And I: A Love Story

This love story began in February 2021 when our bike came. Actually... it started earlier when Hubby suggested a Peloton and I scoffed at how expensive it was. He talked about this bike that he had heard of - that there were on-demand rides and you could spin with other people. I loved the idea but couldn't understand why it was necessary. At the time, I had been the equivalent of a couch-hermit, not participating in very much activity. Prior to Covid, I was doing kickboxing workouts 4-5 times a week and was in the best shape I had been in years. I felt good both physically and mentally. But then, we went into viral lockdown and everything diminished for me. So, the idea that we could park something in our basement and access workouts on demand was definitely appealing, but daunting.

Love Handles And Other Things We Hold On To

Love Handles And Other Things We Hold On To

We attach descriptives like glowing, radiant and healthy to pregnant bodies, and then turn around and call those same, postpartum bodies tired, flabby, and untoned. The moment mothers give birth, the race is on to erase the stretch marks, tighten the love handles, and tone the core. Celebrities who leave the hospital looking runway-ready, or grace the cover of magazines in bikinis a mere months after giving birth, do us no favours.

We Are All Bad Moms

We Are All Bad Moms

As moms, our own worst critic is ourselves. We scrutinize every inch of our decisions. Are we feeding our children too much? Too little? Are they too short? Too tall? Are they outside enough? Too much? Every decision is a rubiks cube of emotions and a see-saw of back and forth. Don't get me wrong, dads do this too. Some, even more so than moms do. But there is a special place in our heads for mom-guilt.