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Connie’s got this — but pray anyway, please!
Prayers, please! As I type, my friend Connie is at the hospital undergoing surgery to remove a lobe of her lung that encases a nodule.
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The Uncomfortable Step to Healing You Likely Didn’t Consider
It was a series of uncomfortable steps in my healing after surgery, this reduction and eventual removal of the bandages protecting my wound.
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The Most Important Fabric of My Gym Life Is Made of Yarn
If you struggle with faithfulness to your own health and fitness, I’d recommend you find your own Connie. Or join our happy team. We’ve got enough yarn.
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Ping Pong and Purpose Softened My Heart for Jesus
A single event, one night when I was a lonely teenager, changed the trajectory of my life. You are welcome, he said, just as you are. And I accepted the invitation.
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You Might Have Had Me at Hello, Except You Never Said It
If you knew saying “hello” to a stranger would make the world a kinder, friendlier place for someone else, would you initiate the effort?
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My Cat Understands the Power and Blessing of Her Master’s Hand
Tori the Cat can seem quite selfish in her persistence to get attention, but this intense focus she has reminds me that I, too, should seek the hand of my Master.
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Dear Reader, Why in the World Do You Read My Blog Posts?
Sometimes — like my cat — we do our duty but miss our target. Sometimes it truly stinks. Keep trying and adjust your aim.
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When the Gym Reopened, I Was First in Line
The gym has reopened after the coronavirus shutdown, and I’ve returned. You aren’t there. I’m sorry not sorry you haven’t returned for the same reason you aren’t back.
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BFF May Not Mean What You Think It Does
If your best friend is a blogger, that is I was sitting in the back seat of Pamela’s navy blue Toyota Camry, peering out the window with as much intensity as a bus tour participant trying to memorize once-in-a-lifetime scenes passing at the low speed the windy residential road required. It was my second trip riding…
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This is more disturbing than stepping in gum
I’ll give you a clue. It involves bare skin. You can call me “Sweet Cheeks.” Or “Sticky Buns.” But don’t hold my past against me. Even if it is recent. And memorable. My Tuesday at the gym started like any other. I hit the pool for some warm-up laps. Took a shower. Quickly changed into…
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Menopause goal: Never let them see you sweat
Who knew that “the change” meant I’d change my outfit in an instant — and then change it back again?
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‘Chill’ doesn’t come close to describing the experience
My health club opened the “Chill” room during frozen January. It wasn’t a big seller — but should have been.
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Hellos are far superior to goodbyes
I was snuggled with my husband for a couple minutes before saying goodbye for the day. “Tori can’t say goodbye right now,” he said to me as I walked away from the bedroom, my cat noticeably comatose at the foot of the bed. “She can’t get her eyes open.” “Tori only likes ‘hellos,’” I called back, thinking…
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My 5 tips for success at the gym in 2018
… and I want workout partners, if you’re available. It’s the time of year when our health club is overrun by New Year’s “resolutionists.” While we established “regulars” welcome them as new friends, we know much of our effort to encourage them in an early-morning exercise routine is fruitless. Most newbies don’t make the cut.…
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Hurricane Irma and the hours without power
I returned to work after Hurricane Irma feeling a bit worse for wear but was humbled by hearing the experiences of others before I could garner any sympathy for myself. Poor me. “Did you lose power?” I asked John, as I passed by his office on our first day back to work following the storm.…
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How do you get an emoji makeover?
A week ago, I had no idea that having a personalized emoji was even a thing, and now I am ready for an emoji makeover. It all started with Connie’s “I got this!” emoji. The morning she sent that first superhero emoji, incredibly Connie-like and perfectly apt for the moment, she was embarking on her…
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And the verdict is: It’s NOT cancer!
“Good morning,” I said as I greeted Connie in the locker room before swim class Wednesday. “How are you?” “Just fine,” she responded, “and today I mean it because I know I don’t have cancer.” “What?” My surprise wasn’t that she didn’t have cancer. My surprise at her response was that she hadn’t meant all…
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The difference between an ordeal and an adventure
“Thank God for breast cancer!” Connie told me. It paved the way for her latest adventure.
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