While my needs were always met as a child, my family didn’t have excess funds for frivolous things. My parents are also very conservative, so even if they had had unlimited resources, the foolishness of expensive clothing for their teenage daughter would not have been a priority.
Always looking for excuses to not workout, any other time in my life I would have not gone to the gym those four days. Instead, knowing many of you are checking in for my progress kept me accountable and I got my ass moving. Thank you for keeping me honest.
In order for me to focus my attention on writing, building a business and getting in shape, Jason is picking up the slack—taking on nearly 100% of the financial responsibility for our family. He is supportive of this decision, that we made together, but I can tell he sometimes finds the change in lifestyle frustrating.
Over the last 10 years, I’ve morphed into Mollie Bentley, Recruiter. While I worked hard to be taken seriously in the world of HR (hence the SPHR certification and incessant networking), I eventually pigeonholed myself.
In November, I made a career move. After being approached by a headhunter for what seemed like a great opportunity, I left a stable job with a stable company in a recession-resistant industry. I knew there was a risk, but the siren’s song of the opportunity to recruit on a national level and a fancy title was enough to persuade me to take the risk.
By week two, the newness wears off and the real challenge begins. Inevitably life flairs up and presents potential excuses to avoid working out and make poor food choices. Before I know all progress is lost and I’ve given up even trying.
Need a laugh? Looking for new recipes for Meatless Monday? Want to meet someone who is unapologetically herself? Well, you’ve come to the right place.
Over a short period of time, I realized the value of keeping up with cousins and sharing photos with friends was outweighed by the divisive nature of political posts and the self-doubt inducing humble bragging of many of my connections.
Last week was the kickoff of my new eating and exercise habits, so I was struggling to find an appropriate lunch. As Ollie and I were prepping for our excursion, he rolled his tween eyeballs as I settled on a lunch that would make any 74 year old man proud—a packet of tuna, 2 hard boiled eggs and beets.
Over the last 7 days I’ve been overwhelmed with the response. Friends, family, acquaintances and strangers alike have shared similar struggles, offered words of encouragement and complimented my bravery.
Most of us only think of our mothers as our mothers. We don’t take time to consider much about who they are as people—what their aspirations were before we came along and changed everything.
When Eric was turning 26, I somehow convinced many of our coworkers he was turning 36. Now that he’s inching up on 40, it seemed appropriate to get his thoughts on the Midlife Pickle.
