1. Not sure how I stumbled upon Ben Davis’ site: Ben Does Life, but I’m sure glad I did. Three years ago, Ben, aged 22, was sad and very overweight. His grandmother asked him a simple question, “How are you doing, Ben,” but he knew the undertone was so much more. She was worried about him and it became a personal call to action. That night he started his blog, gave his grandma the address in a Christmas card and seemingly, never looked back. He immediately began running. At 360+ lbs, he barely managed to go 8 minutes. But he never stopped and did more and more each day. 11 months later he had shed 120+ lbs, run countless 5K’s, 10K’s and even a full marathon. It started a movement, basically, called the Do Life Movement and is a very inspirational read. He’s funny and personable and REAL and has been a great source of “it’s possible!”
  2. One of the very first pieces of art I ever bought is this piece “A Deer Wearing Gym Socks” by artist Charmaine Olivia. It’s BIG and I have yet to get it framed. Maybe that will be next on the list. I LOVE it so much! (It seems the artist has removed this piece for sale, but she has many other equally awesome pieces! I also love Headache and Bears in Her Hair.)
  3. I LOVE small, modern, open houses. I don’t need a lot of space, I just need the space to be well thought out and utilized. When I retire I want three of these, or something similar. One each on a Pacific Ocean beach, in the mountains of Idaho or Montana and a gorgeous Southwest area, like Santa Fe. A girl can dream, right? This particular one is in Massachusetts.
  4. Just finished The Last Werewolf by Glen Duncan. I’m not much into giving reviews, they’re always so subjective, but I liked it. If you’re offended by the C word (used, mostly, anatomically) you might not.
  5. The Couch to 5K program seems to be a doable 9+week program intended to get non-runners up and running, to accomplish a 5k race (3.1 miles.) I am a non-runner, literally NEVER running, with the exception of the forced mile in 9th grade PE where I grudgingly slogged through the best I could. I don’t want to “be” a runner, exactly, but I think it would be really good for me to set a goal to do something I have previously thought impossible and that scares me. So I’m doing it. Today is day 2. Just knowing day 1, earlier this week, didn’t kill me, kinda’ makes me excited that day 2 won’t either.

ETA: It didn’t kill me, but despite being the exact same workout as day 1, it was harder – both physically and mentally. Because of that, I feel even more proud of myself. Also, I feel equally more disgusted. On paper, it’s not even a hard workout so it shames me to know it’s so hard for me.