I’ve been waiting it out. Waiting for the fog around my head to lift. Working. Waiting. Eating. Working. Eating. and, er…..Eating some more. Read the rest of this entry
Feb6
Author Archives: Diane
Feb3
the doldrums
In the 18th century, sailors of sail-powered boats, travelling through parts of the Atlantic Ocean and the Pacific Ocean would find themselves trapped in low-pressure areas around the equator where the prevailing winds are insanely calm. After having navigated the seas through variable winds and extreme weather squalls, thunderstorms and hurricanes, the unexpected calm would catch them by surprise, and leave them trapped for periods of days or even weeks. Welcome to the doldrums. Read the rest of this entry
Feb1
Migraine
Sorry for not posting today. I’m suffering from a massive headache. Hope to be feeling better and to be back with you tomorrow.
Ciao for now…Diane
Jan31
Ciao!
Jan30
Look Mom, I’m a Marathon-er
And I’ve got a black toenail to prove it! S-C-O-R-E!
Jan29
Destiny – friend or foe?
When I tell people that my starting weight was 277.2 — they freeze for a minute, then when they come around, they usually say, “Wow.” That’s all. “Wow.” I think what they WANT to say is …. “How’d you let that happen to yourself?” That’s a good question. Read the rest of this entry
Jan28
Old school vs New School
Running at 47 is a completely different tale, than running at 15. My daughter Erin and I are similar in many ways — but one of us is Old school, and one of us is not. Go ahead…..take a guess. You will be right. O.L.D –> Diane. It’s OK, I can take it. Since the MIT grads haven’t invented the Time Machine (yet), I’m not especially fond of the alternative! Read the rest of this entry
Jan27
Mother May I?
Keeping track of your progress is a critical component to keeping motivation alive! 
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Jan26
Zumba booty — I want one!
God, I need an ounce of soul. Just 1 lil ole ounce. Cuz otherwise, Zumba is gonna break me! Read the rest of this entry
Jan25
Next comes …everything!
Hey Diane, so how e.x.a.c.t.l.y. do you top a Marathon?? I mean, won’t everything you do next, feel…well…..less special?? Read the rest of this entry