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My First Operation Beautiful Note

by Teri on April 12, 2010 · 20 comments

When I was growing up, each year at Christmastime, my mom would help my brothers and me pick a family to do our version of the “12 Days of Christmas" for, leaving little gifts each day for 12 days. Sometimes we chose a family in need, or a widow, and sometimes it was just a [...]

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Why Weigh? I like the way I am

by Teri on March 12, 2010 · 90 comments

I used to weigh myself everyday. Sometimes a couple times a day. I would get upset with the number each day and especially frustrated when the number would be higher than the previous weigh-in. The scale dictated my self-esteem. I  wasn’t always so obsessive about my weight…in fact, the most I ever weighed was when I [...]

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A lovely & delicious day

by Teri on February 15, 2010 · 35 comments

Yesterday afternoon, we went to the gym for a sweat session before dinner [me = Cybex Arc Trainer with Fitness Magazine + abs, Rob = bike with Sports Illustrated]. Our YMCA has a shoe drop where you can donate shoes that are then taken all over the world to places in need. I had some [...]

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History repeats itself

by Teri on February 12, 2010 · 20 comments

Speaking of things that have been missing too long from my life, it was definitely time to bring back breakfast groats. I discovered oat groats for the first time in college as a teacher’s assistant at an elementary school; the teacher I worked with was very healthy and gave me lots of ideas to help [...]

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The Sweat Test

by Teri on February 9, 2010 · 29 comments

When I teach cycle, I encourage my attendees to make their goal to sweat more than I do. I’ve only had one person so far whom I genuinely agreed met that goal. I sweat a lot, so what? I’ve heard that it means I’m really fit because my body is just more efficient at cooling [...]

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We Never Change

by Teri on November 12, 2009 · 2 comments

While I was at the gym today, I saw a little old lady in her elasticized towel dress (note to self: must get one) step on the scale, tap the weight bars until the post balanced, and then let out a big sigh. I thought that after a certain age, women stop caring about weight. [...]

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