Hi friends. I am really excited about the response to last week’s post about wedding diets. It was very interesting to hear from different people on the blog and through social media on how wedding prep triggered (or didn’t!) a will to diet/workout. With about 30 days to go until my own wedding, it’s something that’s been on my mind.
After last week’s taste of summer, I’m not thrilled about the gloomy, grey weather in this week’s forecast. Anyone else feeling me on this?
Lucky for me, last weekend had glorious sunny weather. I was in Great Barrington (again) but this time with a few lovely ladies for my bachelorette party.
Before we get to that, here’s what went down last week:
This Sunday, I marked another year around the sun and Cuckoolemon celebrated its third birthday. Thank you for all the kind birthday wishes on social media and IRL. If you have a child under six and s/he has not yet recorded a video singing “happy birthday,” I will still be accepting submissions until the end of the week. Those videos are my absolute favorite and I watch each of them minimum 10x with a huge smile on my face.
Hi ladies and gents. If you’re observing Passover, first good luck! Second, check out these healthy recipes that are all Passover-friendly.
Last week was all about not running so damn much now that the Cherry Blossom race is over. So instead of running, I watched a documentary about an ultra-marathon and felt totally inspired. (Video at the bottom of this post!)
Here’s what went down last week:
After a week of skiing and running I wanted to make sure to rest before the Cherry Blossom 10 Miler. I try not to work out too much before a race and that makes this week’s recap a little light. Here is what I think about that:
Last week’s workouts:
Hi everyone. Thanks so much for the Insta-love while I was in Colorado. As a life-long East Coaster, I must admit mountain-living really suits me. There might be less oxygen up but there is an abundance of heart. I walked into a juice/oat shop in Denver (yup, that’s a thing, hi friends at ProsperOats), and as I waited for them to mix up my juice, I joined a conversation that EVERYONE in the shop was having. I left knowing each patrons’ plans for the rest of the day (obviously they were all going to go exercise/be outside/plant something).
Now I’m back in NYC growling at everyone on the subway and walking with my neck craned into my phone’s screen to avoid unsanctioned human interaction.
Here’s what happened last week in the Centennial state.