Author: Theresa

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Diary of a Fat CrossFitter – NEW SNEAKERS NEW SNEAKERS NEW SNEAKERS

I was going to wait until a few weeks before the 5k (DUN DUN DUN) to get myself a pair of actual running shoes, but last week while I was out Fat CrossFitting, I looked down at my feet and realized that through the mesh, I could see my toes wigging in my socks. Oops. I immediately developed a completely unfounded and unnecessary neurosis about my footwear falling apart mid-workout...

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What I’m Reading, because I’m too fried to do anything else

I’ve been doing more reading than writing these days. I feel like I can do three out of four things: study, spend time with the kids, exercise, and blog. Sleeping has, of course, been out of the question for the last several months since Jamsine was born. Humans of New York I normally go into my conversations with a set of proven questions to ask, that I find will elicit a...

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In which I cook a lot of Mediterranean food

I spent the day cooking up a feast of Middle Eastern delights, specifically, recipes from Ottolenghi’s cookbook Jerusalem. I normally do all of the weeks’ cooking ahead of time, and I have been getting bored of hard boiled eggs and roasted chicken thighs. Every week. Week after week after week. Also, our CSA vegetables are starting to pile up in the fridge, which is a bone of contention in my...

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Malaria Meds and the Foreign Service

Malaria.  Yikes.  Scary.  Especially when you have kids.  And for whatever reason, easy to understand information on the options for prophalxis for FS families can be hard to to find.  I got an email a few weeks ago asking my opinion, and since, as my loyal readers know, I am a woman of STRONG opinions, I thought I’d turn the email exchange into a blog post (with my interlocutor’s permission,...

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Cuddle monster on the bus

  One of the most frustrating things about long term training in DC is how hard it is to spend real time with my kids. Time that isn’t rushing around getting me ready for work in the morning and them ready for daycare. Time that isn’t cooking or cleaning in the evening. Time that isn’t studying. Time that isn’t frantically running errands. Time that isn’t in the car. I had...

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Diary of a Fat Crossfitter – Time cap? What time cap?

The best way to get one-on-one time with the coaches at my gym box is to finish last. I like to think it’s because the coaches are admiring my determination and fortitude, but I’m pretty sure it’s only because they’re worried Imma hurt myself. My box appears to have some rhyme and reason to its programming, and part of that is testing. How much can you lift? How fast can...

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Diary of a Fat CrossFitter – Things I’ve Been Reading

It’s “benchmark week” at my box gym, whatever that means. I think it means a lot of pain, but I could be wrong. No, wait, I’m probably right. Expect it to be described in excruciating and profane detail at the end of the week. Until then, here are a few articles that have crossed my radar in the last couple of days. I offended Melissa McCarthy so you don’t have to That’s...