I have always enjoyed eating, and can remember how even as a young teenager I would binge on food. One memory that sticks out is of a time when I snuck into our laundry room to eat ice cream that was in the freezer. I was so scared of getting in trouble for eating something …
Is This a Bodybuilding Competition or a College Gym?
It’s been awhile since I have written about my attempts to spice up my life, so I decided that it was about time to sit down and share some things that happened at the start of this semester. The biggest thing, other than getting back into the swing of things at college, was that I …
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Shouldn’t We Start On the Bunny Hill?
The day after my sister's wedding was the first time I was able to try out my newly purchased ski equipment. A friend's dad, who had been skiing for most of his life, had offered to teach me the basics. I had gladly accepted the offer because the only other time I had been skiing had not gone as smoothly …
Here Comes the Bride…
Typically that phrase is followed by, “Short, fat, and wide.” However, that would not be truthful since at the wedding the bride was stunning and beautiful. The day of my sister’s wedding finally arrived after months of planning, weeks of preparation, and days of emotional highs and lows. I was awakened at 7:00 AM by …
A Tale of Two Bindings
If you read my last post you may recall that I have had some minor issues as I attempt to start learning how to ski. I had gone to multiple ski shops only to find that no one would adjust my ski bindings. All of that changed yesterday when I took my skis to a …
When Things Don’t Go According to Plan
I did not mention this in my introductory post, but one of the activities that I plan to add to my overall life experiences is the sport of downhill skiing. I had the random idea at some point during the semester that I wanted to become a skier, so with only one time ever skiing under …
Hello, my name is…
I am not a fan of situations where I must introduce myself. And no, it is not because I have an acute fear of saying my name or having people talk to me. Rather, I hate the conversation that follows an introduction. It is as if one must cram every single documentary-worthy life experience into …
