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Theodora Blanchfield
Theodora Blanchfield is a digital strategist at DKC with a background in blogging, digital strategy and reporting.
Before joining DKC, she was a social media specialist at Hachette Filipacchi, where she managed social media for ELLE and Woman’s Day magazines. In this capacity, she launched Tumblr presences for all of Hachette’s brands and grew engagement on existing social media platforms through daily management and integrated campaigns.
Theodora has served on staff for Law Technology News, IP Law & Business and Campaigns & Elections magazines and has written for Glamour, Woman’s Day and LearnVest.com.
She also runs the PR and social media for the New York Junior League, a women’s volunteer organization with more than 2,500 members. Theodora writes a popular health and fitness blog, Losing Weight in the City, which has been profiled in the New York Times, Shape and Woman’s Day. She graduated from American University with a B.A. in Foreign Language and Communication Media, specializing in print journalism and Spanish.
Read Losing Weight in the City to learn more about the food and workouts necessary to lose 50 pounds (and keep it off!) in New York City.
Follow her at @tblanchfield on Twitter; Marie Claire named her one of the top Twitter users to follow!
Published Work:
Glamour.com
10 Ways to Reverse Holiday Weight Gain—Fast!
LearnVest.com
WomansDay.com
Snack Smart: Nut-Free Snack Bars
Daily Dose: I Ran a Marathon in Serious Heat
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I like these a lot more than I should, considering what the phrase actually denotes in the books.
Filed under: things I did not need to buy today but did anyway.
- Updates on All the Things
I know I’m a little behind on some updates, so here goes:
Strength/Half-Marathon Training Update
Monday: strength training—check!
Tuesday: 3-mile tempo—check!
Wednesday: 6x400s—check!
Thursday: abs class before work
Friday: rest (so good at that!)
Saturday: 5-6 mile run (I ended up moving that to Sunday because of the weather…)
Sunday: and only got 4 miles in
The check-in for this week won’t be as pretty. I’ve been burning the candle at both ends with work and Junior League, and I haven’t been doing as well with my workouts as I’d like.
Eat In More
You haven’t seen many updates because I haven’t been cooking anything new, but I made some pulled pork last night, in the easiest way possible: I put a pork butt (haha) in the slow cooker with some water, garlic and onion and let it do its thing for four hours. I put it in at 8 and set an alarm for midnight to turn it to “warm.” I brought it for lunch with some brown rice and broccoli and just had it as a sandwich when I got home tonight. You can put the BBQ sauce and all that jazz in it to cook, which I would have done if I had a full bottle, but I’m guessing putting a little less once it’s all done has gotta be at least somewhat healthier, right?
Fashion Update
I swear on my sweet, fluffy dog that one session with a stylist will not turn me into a style blogger or even someone who regularly posts her outfits, but when I put together one I like? Well, you might see it. Yesterday: black leggings, long-sleeved purple top, black knee-high boots and black boyfriend blazer, buttoned, collar popped, sleeves rolled up. Simple, but I felt good, and I loved it.
What about you? How are you doing with strength training? Any other random updates?
- One Writer's Story
When I was little and people asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, the answer was always the same: a writer and illustrator.
I dropped the illustrator part once I got to third grade and realized that my art skills weren’t good enough to get me into the advanced art classes, but I never faltered on my desire to be a writer when I grew up.
I wrote a Thanksgiving play in fourth grade for my family to perform. I had a TV in my room, but rather than watching TV after I finished my homework, I wrote short stories and read.
Once I got to high school, I took the minimum of math and science classes required by the fine state of New Jersey and instead bulked up on my English and foreign language classes. I took Spanish, French and Russian!
This whole foreign language thing confused my career path for a bit—did I want to be a linguist? A diplomat? Something else I could do with my foreign language skills? I looked for colleges that had strong language programs, but I ultimately chose American for its Foreign Language and Communication Media program, which basically amounted to a major in print journalism and a minor in Spanish. From the first journalism class I took with the brilliant Jane Hall, I knew I wanted to pursue writing as a career when I grew up.
I’d wanted to work for Vogue growing up, but going to American, in the heart of our nation’s capital, I fell into writing about politics and fell head over heels for it. I stayed in D.C. for three years after I graduated, and I worked for Campaigns & Elections magazine, covering the business of, well, campaigns and elections. I was writing about important developments in the political industry for political insiders—and I loved it.
From a media dinner way back when.
In early 2008, I was depressed and ready to change my life. I left my job and moved to New Jersey and moved in with my parents for three months while I got my feet back on the ground. I’d always wanted to work for magazines, and save for a few exceptions, there’s no other place to do that than NYC, home to all the major publishing houses.
I sent my resume to any opening I could find at Hearst, Conde Nast, Meredith, you name it. A friend from D.C. set me up for a coffee with a friend of his from New York magazine, a place I would have died to work for—until this editor told me I’d be qualified for an internship.
Wait, what? I was 25 years old, and I’d written cover and feature stories for a national magazine. I’d edited a network of websites in the early primary states. (R.I.P., C&E State Network.) I had three years of solid magazine experience and a few years of good internships.
Right. At a trade magazine, he told me.
It was then that I realized that my dreams of working for a sexy, glossy magazine, a magazine that I’d find on a newsstand, might have to be edited, just a bit.
I took a job at a legal magazine, covering intellectual property law. I covered a lot of copyright issues, which, of course, involve media, and I was genuinely interested in this job—until I got laid off.
Within two weeks, I was working for another magazine at the company, covering legal technology. I was significantly less interested in this, and this is also when I decided to start to change my life.
Thumbs up for life changes.
I started losing weight, and I started this blog.
I knew when I started a blog, I wanted to do it right. I wanted to put my all into it. I’d started several blogs before this one, but my heart wasn’t in it, and I never stuck with them, but now I know that’s because I just didn’t find something that ignited a passion inside of me like health and fitness have.
I love writing for you guys, but here is another 2012 resolution of mine: to write more, and for a larger audience.
My job is tremendously fulfilling, and I love it, but I also miss being published. I’ve written for Glamour.com, WomansDay.com, and LearnVest.com, (in addition to serving on staff for Campaigns & Elections, IP Law & Business and Law Technology News, where I wrote quite a lot) and I want to add to that list in 2012. I want to continue to bring that passion for health, fitness, nutrition and running to more people.
One more thing. 2012 is also the year I finish my book proposal.
- I'm Almost 29, and I Still Can't Dress Myself
Yesterday was an interesting day.
Around the holidays, I spied a deal for a session with a stylist on Gilt City and bought it.
I remember Beth writing a post a few months ago about working with a stylist for an article Washingtonian was writing about her. Her results were adorable, and I remember thinking how cool it was, so when I saw this deal with Sarah, I was psyched.
Growing up, I was absolutely obsessed with fashion. I wanted to work for Vogue when I grew up. I really wanted to win Best Dressed in high school. I loved clothes and putting them together and putting together cute outfits.
Then I went to college and packed on 50 pounds and shopping became something I HATED, especially with other people. I’d hear my friends talking about how the 4s or 6s were too big, and I wanted to punch them. Or cry. Until I moved to NYC, most of my clothes were from Banana Republic or Ann Taylor. The clothes there were nice, but safe. They fit fine (fitting well was something I thought was more than I could ask at the time), and I didn’t stand out at all, which was perfect. I was unhappy with how I looked, and I didn’t want people to notice my clothes, because then they’d notice my zaftig body.
Look at this plain, boring, awful stripe-y dress, and please don’t look at the bangs or my sunburned arms.
I remember in early 2008, when I was feeling at my lowest, going shopping with my old roommate Jen. We went to Century 21, and I tried on a pair of Seven jeans. They were a size 32 or 33—whatever the biggest size Sevens come in—and they only sort of fit. I was going to buy them anyway but was living at home without a job at the time and didn’t really have an extra $100 for jeans that barely fit. I walked outside, sat down and started bawling at the fact that I couldn’t even fit into the biggest size these jeans came in.
When I moved to NYC, I knew I wanted to change my style but didn’t experiment much because I was still uncomfortable with my body. Once I lost weight, I did start experimenting a ton with clothes. I have everything from bright Lilly Pulitzer dresses to long black t-shirts with zebras (truth.) in my closet, but I don’t know much about what looks good on me.
Sarah came over yesterday, and I was terrified before she even walked in. I knew she was going to rip my closet to shreds, and I knew that was what I paid her for, but I was still nervous.
She walked in and after talking for a minute or two, we went into my bedroom, and she started pulling apart my closet and having me try clothes on. That first second when I realized I’d just met her and realized I was going to have to get naked in front of her was only slightly awkward.
I told her that I definitely preferred classic and preppy styles, but that I wanted to dress with a little more of an edge.
Below are some of the outfits she put together for me, and why they worked on my body type.
This is my favorite outfit. It’s a Ralph Lauren plaid top that I have with ruffles down the front with jeggings and black suede booties. I always felt that this shirt was too tight, and usually wore it under a cardigan, but Sarah encouraged me to belt it, and I LOVE this look. It looks very put-together to me, and I felt so much more confidence, immediately.
A black wool houndstooth skirt with a black long-sleeved top and cardigan. My before for this outfit would have been a slightly loose sweater on top, not tucked in, but Sarah encouraged me to show off my waist. I’m most self-conscious about my mid-section, since I definitely accumulate weight there, but she convinced me I had a great waist that I needed to show off. I mean, she is the professional…
A J. Crew blouse with a black skirt and a belt. She encouraged me to wear more belts, too, to accentuate my waist and told me never to buy low-waist jeans—they don’t flatter many people.
Same skirt, different top. This top is actually longer and looser, but she told me to tuck it in/pull it up, because the long tops do nothing for me. As you can see, I’m pulling this in the back to make it tighter. I wish it actually fit like this now. Sarah said she just wasn’t a fan of this top because she didn’t like sequins, to which I say suck it. If loving sequins is wrong, I don’t want to be right.
I felt so incredibly self-concious in this, but she convinced me that the cardigan worked, that I do not actually have a muffin top, and that this sweater shows off my curves.
For blazers, she told me to pop the collar, button up and roll the sleeves up.
I had a lot of fun with this look, too—it’s kind of different from how I usually dress, but I loved it. I felt so New York, instead of the girl from NJ who lived in DC for seven years. I’m wearing a plain black shift, the sweater is actually Sarah’s (at multiple points, she actually gave me the shirt off her back to try on) and the boots are the same suede booties above.
Again, I’m holding this dress in—she loved the style but thought the drop waist wasn’t flattering, and that I should have it tailored like this to raise the waist.
Here, I have my sweater slightly tucked into my jeans and my dog sniffing at my feet. (The rest of the time she was here, he hid under my bed.) Again, she thinks I should wear things that are slightly shorter and hit at my waist, and tops with either a v-neck, like this, or a scoop neck.
This one’s blurry, but she told me to always button my blazers and wear big necklaces like this.
This was how my bed looked by the time she left, which only made me panic a bit. Emily had stopped by and kept me company while I put them all away because she’s the most awesome friend ever.
So, the big takeaways from this experience:
- I buy clothes because they are pretty, not necessarily because they fit me well. This is such a holdover from being overweight. If I could close something or put it on a top without getting 9,200 rolls in my stomach, it fit. I have a lot more options now, and I need to take advantage of this and get stuff that mostly fits me.
- Shorter shirts, less leggings, less prints, more timeless stuff.
- Button stuff up.
- I can wear tighter things than I think I can. Especially tops. For blouse-type tops, I end up going for looser ones subconsciously so that they can fit my chest, too.
- I definitely don’t see myself as overweight any more, but I don’t think I see the same body that others see. Putting together outfits that really flatter my body helped with that.
- Sarah was pretty awesome, but I’m not ready to drop the $5K on a brand new wardrobe that she suggested. Surprising, I know.
- She also wanted me to throw out a lot of clothes. As I’m sort of a packrat, and recently got some of them tailored, I’m just not ready to do that yet.
Would you ever work with a stylist? If your body’s changed, has your style? What’s your style like?
- Margarita Crawl 2K12
A few weeks ago, my friend Julia had just come back from a tropical getaway, and we were g-chatting about her being in margarita withdrawal.
I understood her plight and didn’t want to see a friend in pain, so I proposed a margarita crawl.
We started in Brooklyn at Lobo, one of Emily’s favorite spots.
Emily said we had to have Sangre de Lobo margaritas, which are made with blood orange and cinnamon. It was tasty, but I really like plain margaritas, so I switched back to one for my next beverage. We also got queso and guacamole for the table, but I could have eaten the entire thing of guacamole myself and would have been very happy with that.
I really hate snow if I’m not skiing, but even I can’t argue that it doesn’t make everything look just a bit more idyllic.
Stop #2: Tortilla Flats. (Also.)
My shady attempt to take a picture of the table without anyone realizing.
At this point, we went for pitchers.
Before you think I had a wild night, I have to confess that I probably only ended up having 3 margaritas over the course of 3-4 hours. We also all ate our weight in chips and salsa and got food at Tortilla Flats. No pictures because the margaritas were more exciting to me, obviously.
And although my fave, Patron, was supposed to be our next stop, we ended at Tortilla Flats.
The next stop was Ten Bells in the Lower East Side for Lizmas, aka Liz’s birthday. I stayed for another drink or two and then was home and in bed by midnight, and now I’m trying to muster up the motivation to run. I skipped my 6-miler yesterday because of the snow, and it’s still a little slippery out there, so I’m going to take it to the dreadmill.
NYC people: where is your favorite spot for margaritas?
DC people: where is your favorite spot for margaritas? After 7 years of indulging too much in DC, this is certainly something I’m an expert on. My favorites: Rio Grande, Oyamel, Lauriol Plaza, Cactus Cantina and Alero. (I think this means a DC margarita crawl is in order the next time I’m there.)
Most days I get to work and wonder why my outfit looks so much worse when I leave my apt. Today is not one of those days.
I am, however, wondering when I will touch up those roots…
Amazon is offering 30% off select handbags today (discount taken at checkout). They have a great selection of bags from Linea Pelle, Kate Spade, Botkier, Rebecca Minkoff, & more. Check them out here!
Top: Rebecca Minkoff, Linea Pelle, Kate Spade
Bottom: Botkier, Kate Spade, Kate SpadeAuto Linea Pelle reblog. And thanks to Julia for introducing me to the bag I will use until the day I die, I love it so much.
- How Hard Will You Push Yourself?
Tonight, as I watched The Biggest Loser on the treadmill while doing a tempo run, I thought about pushing myself.
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I think all the times I started down this path of healthy living before, I failed because of a self-fulfilling prophecy: I was afraid I would fail.
I was afraid I’d put in all that work and not be able to lose weight.I was afraid I’d lose that first 10 or so pounds that’s pretty easy to drop when you start and not be able to go any further.
It wasn’t till I decided failure wasn’t an option that I succeeded. I started this blog. I went to a trainer who wouldn’t let me fail (even if pushing through those first few embarrassing workouts when I felt like I couldn’t do anything right felt like a failure.)
Pre-weight loss, I’d run three races, half-assing the training each time, subconsciously giving myself an out if I failed. “It’s okay—I didn’t really train for it.”
But now that I’m not quite as afraid of failure, now that I’ve accepted that taking risks always pays off, whether immediately or down the road as it teaches you something, I still find myself afraid to push myself. Especially in running. ESPECIALLY doing speed work.
[photo via Tina]
Those old days where I was afraid to push myself for fear of failing come flooding back when I try to push the speed. Even though I know I’ve lost a ton of weight, I still sometimes see myself as the overweight girl I used to be, who couldn’t run. I ran with Tina and Monica at Fitbloggin’, and I was terrified. They are fast! How was I going to keep up with them? Again, i didn’t give myself a chance to fail. I was going to run with them, and I was going to keep up. (And I did.)
It took five half-marathons for me to reach my sub-2:00 goal last year. The first half, I wanted it so badly, but I just wasn’t ready. I missed it by just under two minutes. The next two halfs,
I just couldn’t pull it together and try hard enough to do it. Katie even paced me for the More | Fitness Half, but I was afraid for her to see me try and fail, and I gave up pretty early in, before I could fail.
My point? Take a chance on yourself. You’re worth it, and I’m pretty sure you’ll surprise yourself. (Also, if you’re a runner, do the damn speed work. It helps. Sigh.)
What did you think you couldn’t do and found out you actually could when you just wouldn’t let yourself fail? Do you love to push yourself or does it scare you?
Or…what are you afraid of failing at?
- Strong Sexy Spring Runners Challenge: Week of 1/16 Check-In
I haven’t forgotten about my Strong Sexy Spring Runners Challenge, I promise.
I’m working with Jaz to come with some content for y’all, and we’ll have another post later this week.
I think, though, going forward, I’m going to start sharing my workout plan every week and how I did to keep myself accountable. Last week, I was a fail and did not prioritize my workouts and so not many of them happened. I’ll never meet my goal if I don’t get my ass in gear, so I’m going to do just that.
For those of you who don’t care to read the whole thing and just want to check in, I’m going to do the check-ins every Monday like this and give you a chance to check in until midnight EST on Tuesdays, k?
Planned:
Actual:
Sunday: 3-mile recovery run (check)
Monday: Xtreme Abs
Tuesday: rest. As planned. I have no problems with taking rest days.
Wednesday: more rest. Not planned. I don’t even like calling unplanned rest days as such, because it makes it sound more dignified than it is and that I’m listening to my body or something. The only “listening to my body” I did last week was “happy hour is awesome.” Fail.
Thursday: same thing. More unplanned rest.
Friday: 3-mile run. It wasn’t the tempo run I was supposed to do earlier in the week…but it was a run.
Saturday: 6-mile run with Leticia + Jess’ core workout (which I LOVE)
This week:
In case you can’t see that…
Sunday: 3-4 mile recovery run (err, fail again. This is getting embarrassing…)
Monday: Strength train. CHECK! I went to Jaz’s sports conditioning class tonight and was handed my ass. We started the class off with a little obstacle course which included BEAR CRAWLS. If you’re unfamiliar with them (like I was before tonight), you crawl on your elbows with your ass as low to the ground as possible. It works most muscles in your body, but primarily your core. It also left me with some nice, sexy mat burns on my elbows. We did a few different circuits tonight, and my other favorite exercise was the plank-to-push-up move.
I also did about 5 miles walking over the course of the day looking at apartments (I’m moving at the end of March and looking early to get an idea what’s out there) and walking back and forth from boot camp. I went to the gym to “make up” my recovery run, and 2 miles in, my phone went flying off the treadmill and I hit stop instead of pause and decided to just screw it, knowing that I had a lot more walking and boot camp ahead of me.
Tuesday: rest or 3 mile tempo run
Wednesday: 6x400m repeats with 90 seconds recovery
Thursday: strength
Friday: rest. I’m probably not going to take tomorrow as a rest day, but given that Saturday and Sunday are run days, I’ll probably take Friday as my scheduled rest day still.
And just some not-that-pretty-but-very-tasty food: maple roasted Brussels sprouts with broiled soy maple salmon. I got really burnt out on salmon while losing weight because it was one of my restaurant go-tos, but I still make myself eat it every once in a while since it’s so good for you. And I know this isn’t much food, but I ate this at like 9pm when I wasn’t really hungry any more. (I also had a nasty coconut milk + protein powder shake/drink when I got home because protein within 30 minutes of working out is good for your muscles, or something.)
How’d your strength training go last week? And what foods do you get burnt out on?
- Slowing Down
So after buying all that food yesterday, obviously I had to cook it, since waiting for my handsome personal chef to materialize and cook for me didn’t work. That and up until now, Eat in More Month has been sort of a fail. I got busy and totally fell off track, but I’m still trying to eat in more.
I’ve been going nonstop since I started my new job just after Thanksgiving, so I deliberately didn’t plan anything this weekend so that I could have time to just chill out. There were a few points this weekend I got a little bored, but I’ve mostly been happy to just snuggle with my sweet little dog on my couch and catch up on cooking and life.
I went to a comedy show at the Upright Citizens Brigade last night with Eileen. We saw a bunch of comics, but Ophira Eisenberg was my favorite. After her, every other comic just seemed like they were reaching for jokes. The show was in a theater, not a club which was different from every other comedy show I’d ever been to, but a nice change. While I certainly have no problem having two drinks in a row, it was nice to not have a two-drink minimum of crappy overpriced drinks.
Today, I made chocolate chip cookies, since I still had some leftover chocolate chips from my cookie swap. I used one of Tina’s recipes because it didn’t have butter, and neither did I.
They turned out kind of dense, and definitely tasted healthy.
The next thing I made today was this chickpea, avocado and kale salad. I’d found it on Pinterest a while ago, and remembered it today when I had a bunch of kale. I made it incredibly lazily—just the kale, chickpeas, guacamole and a few shakes of red pepper and a squeeze of lemon. It was still pretty tasty, and it actually filled me up and didn’t bother my stomach—which are two things salad never does.
I’d bought some butternut squash yesterday, and was going to recreate probably the only recipe I’ve ever written out on this here blog, Butternut Squash and Scallop Garlic Whole Wheat Pasta, but the butternut squash looked a little more difficult to cook/cut than I realized. (I’ve only used the Trader Joe’s pre-cut kind before.) I ended up substituting the butternut squash for just regular squash, and it tasted just fine.
What about you? Cook anything good this weekend?
- Right Under My Nose
You guys, sometimes I’m not the brightest.
I know this is shocking.
Today, I desperately needed to go grocery shopping, but it was cold and I was very happy to sit on my warm couch with my sleepy little dog.
Who very badly needs a haircut. I didn’t feel like walking…well, anywhere, so I went to a few little markets in my neighborhood.
They are just a few blocks away from me and dirt-cheap, but I always forget they’re there.
I started off at the Stiles Farmers Market (and yes, the inconsistency of spelling on those signs does drive me nuts, thanks for asking)
Sure, it’s no Whole Foods, or even Trader Joe’s, but hey, it has good, cheap, FRESH produce. (Finding fresh produce in NYC outside of Whole Foods/Trader Joe’s is not a fun, or cheap, pursuit usually.)
All of this (uh, except for the bracelet) for $15!
I also stopped at a fish market and got half a pound of scallops and half a pound of salmon for $12. If you’re adding that up at home, that’s $27. And awesome. (And, no, mom, I’m not going to get food poisoning from these fish, but thank you for your concern.)
I also went running this morning—thank god. I had a “45-60 min easy run” on my schedule, but I decided to go for gold and go for 60. I met up with Leticia, who lives just a half mile away from me, and we ran over to the East Side. She was worried that she was slower than me, but my legs and lungs were tight from the cold (it was 27 degrees but felt like in the teens) and more than happy to go slowly. We ran a total of 5.2 miles together, and I ran another .5 mile home for a total of 6.2. By the way, you know that when I say I ran “home,” I actually mean the bagel store, right? Because every single Saturday run is followed by a bagel.
- Thankful Things on Rainy Thursdays
You know all those bloggers who YAY! bound out of bed to work out in the morning, saying that working out is better than coffee?
This is not one of them.
Any time I do actually do so, I consider it nothing short of a miracle. More often, I set my alarm, snooze fourteen million times and finally wake up, mad at myself for not working out. In college, my roomie Jen and I swore that tomorrow would be the day we’d become morning exercisers. Sure, I have bouts where I’m better at this than others, but this is not currently one of them.
This morning, unfortunately, was no different. I’ve not gotten home before 10 any night this week, and last night my body was all “bitch, please. Sleep.” And so I listened. I listened so well that I slept right through alarm and woke up at 8, certainly too late to work out and definitely way too late to do anything fancy like shower.
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed (you know, in theory. In Manhattan, there’s really only space to wake up on one side of the bed) but was determined to make the best of my day.
I mean, I had these pretty new things I could break in today. But then I grabbed my umbrella, headed outside, and had to stop basically every two seconds to turn my umbrella right-side in. I was cold, wet and frustrated with my commute and frustrated with myself for oversleeping yet again and missing my workout when I can’t workout tonight.
So I’m going to take a page from Ali’s book and talk about what I’m thankful for today.
My job. After a long, long search, I’m glad I finally found a job that’s incredibly fulfilling and that I get to work on accounts that I’m personally interested in. I’m also happy to have coworkers I like, and am excited to get after-work drinks with them tonight. It’s such an ordinary post-work activity, but after months of not working and having coworkers, I’m very excited for this.
Non-blog friends. I’ve made a pretty awesome circle of friends here in NYC that have been there to put an arm around me in the bad times and toast with me in the good times. (And oh, all the in between times, too.)
Blog friends. I started a blog to write about my weight loss and hopefully help me show off some digital skills and work my way into a new job, not to make friends, but I love the people who I’ve met through my little corner on the internetz, and I love that I have friends all over the country I can visit. Last night, I had a drink with Tina, who’s visiting. We were seeing each other basically every few weeks there for a while, and I haven’t seen her since the marathon, so it was nice to catch up again.
OkCupid. For putting a little more fun into my life. That’s all you’ll get on this one, sorry.
Junior League. It inspires me to be a better person and makes me realize just how lucky I am. It takes up a lot of my time, but it’s worth it. I’ve also learned a lot about leadership by being surrounded by such smart, successful women, and I think that’s helped me professionally.
Running. I have on my RoadID that I run because I can, and it’s true. I haven’t always been able to run, and who knows if I will be able to run forever (although I hope so), but I love running for the people it’s introduced me to, what it’s taught me about myself, and that it’s a form of exercise I truly enjoy. I need to remind myself all of this early in the morning when I am laying in bed.
Also, dogs in raincoats. I’m thankful for this little furball for making me smile.
Being busy. All week, I’ve whined about being busy, but in truth, I’m busy because I want to be. I want to be involved with Junior League, and I want to see friends and date. Maybe I don’t need to have plans every night of the week, and this week I absolutely should have stuck to my workout schedule better (#fail #fail #fail), but being busy with mostly enjoyable stuff is certainly a gift.
Did you have a crappy commute, too? Tell me your war stories. Also, tell me what you’re thankful for.
Dear Tumblr,
I see you your fancy $50 planners and raise you my fave $6.95 notebook that lets you divide things by color and has a nice little area on top for you to write your little labels. I’ve been using these babies since college.
xoxo
Theodora
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- I'm at Ballo Italian Restaurant and Social Club (Uncasville) http://t.co/IlzwTv6Z
- I mean, why not? (@ Y Knot Cafe) http://t.co/5AodEM0V
- @JesseKay speedball??? Which equinox?
- If you could run any race, which one would you run? http://t.co/FOVfW0go (via @nycrunningmama)
- @epicuriousrunnr yup!
- A powerful post from @according2kelly: why i run http://t.co/CIJC2Fy4
- Reading the @ministryofnuun Hood to Coast posts and getting psyched for @rtbrelay!
- @victoria_runs more like my stubborn will beat them BOTH.
- 3.4 miles done. Thank god.
- @SaraRoseHalley err what holy day is it? #badcatholic
- @heyitscat from not a morning person or exerciser to both? Impressed.
- The Devil on My Nightstand http://t.co/JwORTdS9
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