Trouble with the Curvy

In the past week I have walked at least 21 miles. I think it might be more than that but 21 is all I can really be sure of. Someone said to me today "How are you doing? You just seem like you don't have as much enthusiasm the last few weeks." While this is a nice sentiment I feel like the person was really saying "I used to get more out of you and now I am just not feeling like I get enough so could you go back to when I owned you?"  This person was right. My "enthusiasm" level probably isn't up to where it used to be when I didn't have a dog, grad school, and exercise routines and a huge work load to keep up with. I'm finding that enthusiasm is really only the byproduct of being fueled by life and right now I'm running on fumes.... like all the time. It also hasn't been good for me to not write a daily blog post. While it is definitely just something else I have to check off a to do list, it is really the only thing on those list

I genuinely have no idea how many, if any, men read this blog. If you have a penis and you're reading this. Thank you! You're amazing. However, much like the shark week post where I go into the perils of being a woman, I feel you deserve a warning before continuing through the rest of this post. If you have lovely lady lumps and a beloved (albeit completely inconvenient) vajayjay then I think you'll relate to what you are about to read and don't worry, this one won't be nearly as graphic... I don't think... While having hormones raging through your body isn't exclusively a female experience, have estrogen as the main hormone pulsing through your body is a special kind of torture. When you perceive yourself to be a strong, independent woman, that is tougher than a boiled owl and then you cry at the most inopportune time, the reality is hard to face. Sometimes I can't control my emotions and I'm pretty terrible at managing my moods. I tend to inter

I've been trying really hard not to be overwhelmed lately but it hasn't worked even a little bit. It has been more than two weeks since I've written a post and everything Pre-Brutus is different. My friend Kim once told me that when you have kids that you just get used to the new routine and you rise to the occasion. I still don't know how she does it and I have only a tenth of the experience of being responsible for another living thing.  I have to be very clear that I don't regret my decision to adopt a dog. This is something I've wanted for at least the last decade and I waited until I was in a position to do it and do it right. I knew it was going to be a lot of work and I knew it would change my whole life but I still don't think I was prepared. I'm not sure any first-time puppy people can ever be prepared for what it does to your life. Ben and I are used to be calm chill people and just about everything we do is pretty low key. I knew we'd h