My love/hate relationship with my treadmill just moved full force into hate. Yes, I like my legs, but damn.
3:22 a.m. My husband rolls over and says “What’s wrong? I can hear you blinking.” Usually it’s stressful events going on that wake me in the wee early hours before I have to be up for work. Which I always hate because then I start the dreadful mental countdown. You know the one, the one … More Time