I have very distinct memories of being sick as a little girl. Whenever I was under the weather, my dad’s job was to go the store. He would come home with ginger ale, crackers & chicken noodle soup. And depending on what was wrong, the dreaded Pepto Bismol or my…
Surrendered
We adopted our dog Layla as a puppy from the county animal control shelter when she was 4 months old. As I read her paperwork, I saw that she had been surrendered and that word just stuck in my craw for some reason. “Being surrendered” to me equated with not…
A Good Sick Person
Limiting beliefs are false thoughts we have often enough to accept them as truth. And in our minds, they are. I worked with a sports dietitian for female athletes over the summer and we uncovered something really interesting during one of my individual sessions. I was frustrated that whenever I…
Making A Way
In a year where many athletes took a much deserved rest from training or complained about cancellations, Roxanne doubled down on her efforts.
Follow the Money
As we make plans for the year ahead, I think it’s a great practice to take a look back and “follow the money” and see where it went last year.
Time for a Paws
Last night as I typed away on my computer longer than I should have, Libby came in, put one paw on the arm of my chair, then one paw on my back and looked at me very intently as if to say, “OK mom, I think that’s enough for tonight.”…
I’m Not Sorry
I cannot even begin to fathom the number of times I have said the words “I’m sorry” in my lifetime. I’m sure it’s thousands or tens of thousands, but last year something happened that made me realize I needed to say it WAY less. I don’t even remember the exact…