Why I Took a Break from Blogging

I’d love to say it was because I took some kind of ‘Eat, Pray, Love’ journey or decided to give up the internet for a few months — You know, unplug? Well, that couldn’t be further from the truth. I’ve been Instagraming, tweeting and freelance social media-ing for two different companies all of 2017. So a technology diet, it was not.


I guess I didn’t really notice it’d been so long since I’d last posted.

Don’t get me wrong, it was always in the back of my head, however, never did I feel the urge to put fingers to keyboard and grind out a 200 word-er. Before I knew it days turned into weeks, weeks to months and I legitimately thought there was a possibility WordPress deleted my blog.

Truth be told, it took me a while before I realized the real reasons — yes, more than one — why I needed to take a break from blogging.

So, let’s talk.

You Don’t Care About My Lunch, I Knowgiphy-1

Here’s the thing: There are bloggers who share every morsel of their lives with you (i.e. what they made for lunch that day) and there are others who simply write when the moment strikes them.

I am the latter.

Something I realized this year is that life gets really freakin’ busy. No, I don’t have kids. And yes, I have a relatively flexible work life [summers off, heck ya!]. However, throughout this mini Springtime sabbatical, I discovered there are parts of my world I wanted to savor a bit more, keep more private and to be really, super honest … to live more presently.
As I sit and write this — on the eve of July 4th — a lot has changed in the past year …

I started an incredible job that marries all of my favorite aspects of fitness; coaching, mentoring and teaching.

I am in an amazing relationship with someone who makes me feel all the feels.

For the first time, I am without a Boston-based apartment and instead am enjoying life living in Maine during my summer vacation … do
n’t worry, I’ll be back in Beantown come September.

I Get a Little PTSD

Remember two years ago when I wrote this little gem? Sure, the whole things was a real knock to the teeth but what I don’t really talk about is just how burnt out I was from writing a health and fitness vertical that consisted of 3-4 articles … a day.

Since 2011, when I started this lovely site, my blog was my passion. It was where I came to give healthy advice and showcase amazing fitness studios in the Boston area and during my travels. I wrote when the topic spoke to me, not because I had to.

While I learned a lot working for an online publication [and made some awesome friends along the way], it has still left me lacking the drive to post … a quality that once came so fluidly.

Social Media Sibling Rivalry

We all know Instagram is the hottest of the hot right now. I get it. As a society we enjoy instant gratification; a quick and effortless scroll where we can pick and choose which posts to read and which to simply glance at and double tap.

Twitter and Facebook have, unfortunately, taken a backseat to their social-media-star-of-a-sibling. Snapchat is popular among the younger generation, however, for brands looking to showcase their product, I believe, Insta is on top.

And that is where I have spent most of my time these days. Insta stories, grams and filtering up a storm.

What Next … 


I’ll be here and there with my blog, as the mood strikes me of course. Never boring you with breakfast pics, but maybe some fun new workout trends, classes or instructor features.

My priority with my blog and brand is to never put too much pressure on myself or to write without passion. Because, as with most things in life, that becomes translucent. And very un-trendy.



Not Perfect & Not Good Enough

Alright. Hands up if you’ve been watching ABC’s The Bachelor this season? While I’ve been relatively sporadic about the rose-giving reality show, I’d be lying if I told you I didn’t sneak in an episode here and there on Hulu.


Traditionally I tune-in to the drama-filled show after watching a terrifying, yet incredible, episode of Black Mirror.

What can I say, I need something light and airy before I hit the hay …

So, let’s get to it.

If you aren’t caught up on The Bachelor, the latest episode ended with only 6 ladies remaining, many tears shed and lacking a whole-lot-of-self-worth. Nick, ‘The Bachelor’, sent three women home due to ‘not feeling a connection’. My response? Completely valid. Don’t force relationships that aren’t there just to have it turn sour once the cameras turn off.

Reality is a [fill in a bad word here] when lavish trips to St. Thomas get replaced with overcrowded Market Basket outings. Oh and those hours spent lounging poolside? Yah, that becomes an afternoon of paying bills.

I digress … before America’s sweetheart shed a few tears and confessed his anxiety about not finding genuine love, I was bombarded by the saddening remarks these ‘sent home ladies’ had to say about themselves.

I guess I’m not perfect.

I’m not good enough.

They were clearly upset, sobbing in the limo or left solo on the beach. They have a camera stuck in their  face minutes after being rejected. Feeling sad and frustrated — again, undeniably valid — but stooping to a low place and stating that you’re not good enough? On national television?

Just, no.


It is clear to me, while I watch these gorgeous and I’m sure educated women, that leaving home to be on The Bachelor was a major wager in their game of Life.

Think about it: Subletting an apartment, leaving a job / using up all of your vacation time / missing weddings, funerals and birthdays. All of these women packed up [multiple] bags and shipped out to CA for a chance at falling in love on reality TV.

I’m certainly not calling this crazy, I’m aware they signed up for this. In fact, I think this leap of faith is somewhat courageous. What I do not hold on such high a pedestal, however, is this negative self talk when it comes to men.

While I’m in a very positive and loving relationship now, my past dating history was not so sunny. I was ghosted / stood up / not called texted back / left hanging / ignored.

Bottom line: I was rejected many times.

Throughout it all, though, I made a pact to myself to never use the language, “I’m not ____ enough”.

I’m not pretty enough.

I’m funny enough.

I’m not good enough.

Have you been on Twitter lately? Googled ‘Lady Gaga Halftime Show’?

Trust me, there are enough of trolls cruising around the internet body-bashing and producing negative chatter. The last thing our society needs — or our young ladies watching — is to witness these types of self-talk.

You are enough.

And for Pete’s sake, don’t define your worth by the status of a relationship. You’re better than that. We’re better than that.

All I can hope is that deep down we know it. And that sometimes — especially when we’re tired / sunburnt / had too much to drink / or are shoved in front of a camera lens post-breakup — all we need is a little reminder.

P.S. You’re enough. 


Hashtag Blessed

Don’t worry … it’s not going to one of those kinds of posts.

You know, the kind where I tell you all about the amazing things happening in my life and pretend like nothing bad has occurred. The ‘Instagram of Blog Posts’, as I like to call it. Where I would select a flattering filter to mask my smile lines, acne scars and stray eyebrow hairs. Where everyday is a white-washed image of my life … no dark circles, empty bank accounts or negativity.


Nope, it’s not going to be like that.


Thus far 2017 has brought me a few challenges — some personal and others more public. But, it is my intention this year to focus more on the good than the bad. More on what brings me joy than what drags me down.

So, in a very matter of fact and real tone, I’m writing to say that I have been feeling grateful lately. Especially grateful, actually.

I finally feel settled and in a routine at work. My family and friends are happy, in healthy relationships and celebrating major life milestones this year (hooray for marriage and babies!). And I have found someone who I truly love, who makes me smile and laugh and (if you can believe it or not) enjoys TRX and IPAs just as much (or possibly more) as I do.

Plus, side note: If you find someone who is willing to get up at 5 a.m. just to stand in the freezing/pouring rain for 2+ hours just to watch you finish the B.A.A 1/2 Marathon … he’s a keeper. Oh, and he held my backpack too. And held me up when I got sick afterwards from dehydration. Yup, like I said, keeper. 

Aside from balancing my work life/a long distance relationship/friends, I feel most grateful for my dedication to becoming stronger in 2017.

Nope, not deadlifting more weight or squatting more than ever. Which is fine if that’s what you’re after … I’m just not there right now. I’m talking about trying new programs and challenging myself in new ways. However, holding a 60-second plank and not flinching or being able to do a headstand no problem makes me feel like an absolute baller.

For the first time — in a long time — I feel strong. From the inside out. It’s a sense of balance I haven’t felt in a long time and I’m really, really digging it.

Internally to externally I finally feel as if I have a plan. Not just the secure health plan I am now a part of, but a plan plan.

Where am I going professionally? What am I doing with regards to my business?

All of these questions no longer seem so daunting. While I don’t really have them figured out I no longer feel like I have to have them finalized. It’s a weight off my shoulders that leaves me feeling lighter.

So, there you have it.

This post all began when I found this image floating around on Instagram. I posted it and was immedietly filled with commentary about this idea of ‘gratefulness’.


What are you grateful for in 2017? I’d love to hear …