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Sorry I’ve been even more MIA than usual.  I’ve had one of those weeks (or two) when life punches you in the gut and you have to figure out how to function when all the rules have changed.

I know this is cryptic, but this is one of those moments that I’m sharing the feelings but not the facts.

The only answer I can come up with is to do the right thing.  Always.  Be the best version of yourself, even when it’s hard, even when it’s not fair.That’s the only answer there is, really.

I am by nature a harper.  I harp and chew and pontificate about things until every cell of my body feels swollen and sick from the toxicity of my stress.

I’m not going to do that this time, because there’s no amount of thinking things over that will change the situation. I can’t help but think of the serenity prayer, “God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; courage to change the things I can; and wisdom to know the difference.”

I must accept that my life is different, and make the best of it.  And so, I am going to harp and obsess and focus all of my energy on the good things in my life.

I have a job I love.  I have two jobs I love.  I have three jobs I love. I write books.  I edit books.  I work with people to develop stronger healthier lives. I get to research health and fitness information all day, and spill my inner most babble into pages that people read at night.  It’s an amazing life.

I have a fiance who loves me more than I have ever been loved (by a partner, my parents still win the lifetime unconditional love award). And he’s kind of obscenely gorgeous, right?

I have amazing friends and family—I don’t know how I’d survive the world without them.

And, I really kick ass at kickboxing.  Really, during partner work people back away from me because I land some really hard punches.  I take that as a great compliment because I feel like my body is returning to a level of strength that I can be proud of.

I think it’s important to harp on the good things as much as, maybe more than, the bad. It’s often said that people remember the negative things people say about them more than the positive.  I don’t, never have. Maybe that makes me a bit of a megalomaniac, but I like to believe that the good things people say come from the heart.  The bad come from somewhere else; frustration, hurt, jealousy, insecurity.

Life is hard.  I don’t believe I’m special in having a life full of twists and turns, it is a part of our human condition.  I’m sure there are one or two people out there with almost  perfect lives, but those people are probably really boring to go out drinking with.  At least that’s what I tell myself.  Speaking of drinking, here’s the food rundown:




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Grilled chicken, hummus, carrots, and cucumber


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Brown rice, roasted vegetables, chickpeas and tahini