The Blogging Bae

Hello, my beautiful ones! How was yesterday? Last night....this morning?  Good, I hope.  It’s about 9am where I live and a Friyay! I soooo absolutely adore Friday’s, don’t you?  For many years, Friday was the prequel to my weekend. Nowadays, it’s either an extension to my workweek, a day off or somewhere smack in the middle. It’s up to me. I work for myself.  Another version of me, used to have the “normal” Monday through Friday schedule. It was a cushy job: weekends off, paid time off, and benefits. All the bells and whistles...but guess what? I hated the monotony of it. I couldn’t stand feeling the case of the Monday’s because most weekends, my designated days off, were like an anxiety ridden speed race.  You know what I mean...weekends flew by and before I knew it...it was Monday once more. I hadn’t breathed much less felt that any one task got its well deserved undivided attention.  Between trying to make the most of my beloved weekends and tackling the

I wrapped up my 2019 in the most beautiful of ways...coming home from traveling abroad.  A trip five years in the making.  It was wonderful and amazing and life changing and soon I will put an entire section of posts focusing on all my travel tips and memories.  For now though, I wanna talk about that renewed sense of energy I felt after arriving home. Before getting married, I never really had an exercise regimen. I lived in a bike friendly city for 15 years and for about 10 years of it, I used a beach cruiser as my main mode of transportation. I rode it to work, to the grocery store, for a night out. It didn’t matter. That’s what we all did. We rode our bikes everywhere.  With that said, I didn’t need a gym membership or to work out at home. I still did yoga here and there but mostly it was my bicycle and I.  Enter me moving to a place where beach cruisers won’t work...enter a couple of years later and me reaching my heaviest weight ever. Now, here’s the