I’m a runner.

Whenever my friend Marilyn refers to me as an athlete, it makes me uncomfortable. Athletic, fit, healthy – these are words that despite working towards for the better part of a decade still don’t register with my identity. It’s part of the mental game. When Marilyn calls me an athlete, it makes me squirm. An…

The One Where Audrey Gets Non Specifically Political

Alright. Let’s stop talking about the ‘decline of America’. We often hear that America is still in its infancy. Still young. So you know what? We’re not in a decline. Any parent knows what we’re experiencing: The terrible twos. Speaking in generalities: We’re throwing temper tantrums, being irrational, testing boundaries, and exercising extreme black and…

This is not for you.

Those that are in my circle of people know that things haven’t been alright. There has been a tragedy, and it has been 100% tragedy, and like so many others, I’m trying to make sense of it. One of my oldest friends, Brett, said that he and I were people that needed to talk things…

The Kiddo and I wrote a freakin’ book!

Sure, it’s a 33 page book, but we did it. And much like so many things in our lives, we did it together. (And we’ve done more, just haven’t finished them yet!) The process started months ago, with me starting to collect, categorize, and organize my recipes from the last fifteen years. (Turns out, that…

What am I trying to prove?

The scene:  Gold’s Gym at 9:30am.  We had just finished up an hour long BodyPump class, lead by James.  Wearing my walking cast, I bobbled my way to put away my gear and clean off my mat.  While around the corner, I heard the following conversation on the other side of the wall: 1. “Did…

Exercising with a walking cast? Oh, sure.

First of all, if you found your way here because of my last post on binge/purge from WorldLifestyle, HI!  I’ve been really humbled and amazed by how many people have said that their experience is very similar.  Just goes to show you:  We’re not alone. I’m happy to report that I’m feeling much better.  Verbally…

This is what a binge looks like.

My fingers are swollen.  My stomach is filled with pressure.  I’m exhausted because I slept horribly.  I’m wearing a loose fitting dress and leggings.  Black.  All black. Must be the day after a binge.   I’ve tried in the past several years to be completely and totally transparent about my eating disorder.  I spent most…

I’m not sure what I did to deserve her.

My appointment for my foot was today, and the news wasn’t great.  The very short version of the story is that I will try physical therapy for a month, and if it doesn’t show significant improvement, I will need to make a choice between a walking cast for up to three months, or surgery and…

Feelings. Nothing more than feelings.

Spoiler Alert:  I’m not done being upset yet.  I tried.  I tried to just push past the disappointment.  The injury.  The loss.  “Get over yourself, Audrey.”  That is what I was saying to myself.  I reminded myself how there were so many others out there that had it so much worse than myself.  How blessed…

Mama said I can be angry today.

I’m pissed off. I am so goddamned mad and frustrated. I have been crying for the better part of two hours. The problem with my foot that I have been burying my head in the sand about?  Well, it is no longer something that I can ignore.  After having a doctor tell me that I…