An Exhausted Pumpkin Seed

Today’s Happy Note: My new string of fake pearls! ¬†My cousin recently moved from NYC and gave me some things she wasn’t taking:

I am NOT normally a take-my-picture in the mirror girl, but I made an exception for this necklace. ūüôā

A few notes…

I’m getting to a point in the school year where I am feeling a little bit overwhelmed. ¬†I have a lot of schoolwork and reading. ¬†I’m a history major which means that I spend a lot of time, well, reading history. ¬†History is long. Historians are verbose. ¬†School has to be a big priority in my life. ¬†It’s feeling like I have a million priorities right now. ¬†I certainly like being busy, but I also know that I do need to devote myself fully and passionately to the things that I do. ¬†All this is the long-winded explanation for why blog posts will be inconsistent for the next two to three or so months.

Inconsistency upsets me, so I might like to have an actual schedule of inconsistency. ¬†That makes no sense, but whatever. ¬†Perhaps every other night? ¬†I’ll see what works. ¬†But, especially during the school week, I need evenings to focus on schoolwork. ¬†Last night I went to the library for the first time all semester. ¬†That needs to happen more often.

Another note: Marathon Training. It’s getting annoying. ¬†I’m exhausted. ¬†I originally was planning on rearranging my runs for the week, but I quickly realized that I’m just too tired. ¬†I have some weeks where I am more tired than others (both sleepy-tired and physically-tired) and this is a very tired week. ¬†I took a four hour nap this afternoon.

I’m coming to understand that I need to be flexible with the plan and be gentle with myself. ¬†My body is not some sort of crazy marathon-running-automoton. It has aches and pains, wants and needs, tired moments, lively moments. ¬†I need to listen. ¬†I ran 57 miles last week and so far, this week, I have done four (last night — an easy four with 6×100 strides in the last mile and 20 minutes yoga). ¬†I skipped out on 14 miles worth of speedwork. ¬†I am really struggling with feelings of guilt.

Any other marathoners out there who can relate?

I want to not feel guilty, but it’s there. I know that, at this point, I have a solid enough running ability and cardio-base built up and that I need to take a break when I need to. ¬†So this week I’m taking it easy. ¬†So there.

Onto some fun eats from the past few days!  Many of which have involved pumpkin, hence the title of this post.

Guess what? ¬†Tonight, I do not want to run. ¬†I just don’t have it in me. ¬†So I’m going to do what I do want to do, which is swim!

I really want to be in the pool again.  I miss it!  I used to swim hardcore in high school.

I refuse to let marathon training get in the way of what my body really wants to do. I have a history of over-exercising and I will not get into that cycle again.  I will not do what my body does not want to do.  I have a feeling that this will pass and, in a day or two, I will be ready to run.

Until then, I shall be a little fishy.


The Monster Post That Almost Wasn’t

Today’s Happy Note: USB. Makes me oh so very happy. ¬†It stuns me every day. ¬†This morning, he was getting into a cab to go to the airport and I walked the other way, towards the train station. ¬†As the cab pulled away, he called me and said “you have a beautiful smile; you were beautiful walking away.”

Um, is he purposely trying to make me melt???

Okay, so this is going to be a monster post!  Lots of running and workouts and meals and snacks and thoughts!

First, where have I been? ¬†I know that you all probably don’t care about the mundane details of my life, but I like to make lists. ¬†So I am making this list. ¬†Of the ten billion things going on in my life right now. It clears my head (FYI: these are not necessarily in order of importance):

1. School. School school school. ¬†I have six classes (okay, so one is yoga) and I’m a history major. ¬†Which means I spend my evenings reading hundreds and hundreds of pages about early Sumerian writing systems and the intricacies of Iran’s 19th Century civil service system. ¬†I have to keep everything on track and get a lot of forms and such in so that I can graduate on time this May (wow, I can’t believe that it’s only eight months away).

2. LSAT/Law School Applications. Quite frankly, I have been neglecting my LSAT studies. ¬†Hello more logic games and less fun. ¬†I think that part of the problem here is the anxiety surrounding my future. ¬†I am quite confident that the LSAT/law school application thing is the right thing for me to do at this moment in my life, though. ¬†And the anxiety dissipates more and more as I become surer and surer that this is what I want to do. ¬†And if I don’t get in, so be it. ¬†The world will not end.

3. Health. I had. A. Pulmonary. Embolism. Two. Months. Ago. My Warfarin management is going decently, but my INR levels have been inconsistent, at best.  I have, currently, seven doctors, you read that right, seven, plus doctor mom and doctor dad.  A PCP, a warfarin-management doctor, a gynecologist, an endocrinologist, a pulmonologist, a hematologist, and, the most important, a psychologist (L).  I will most likely have to undergo some genetic testing soon to see what caused my emboli and if I have a serious long-term clotting disorder.  I also have to sort out my endocrine/hormonal problems.   So there is quite a lot going on here.  Not to mention taking care of my depression and anxiety, which is muy importante right now.

4. Marathon Training. Need I say more?  Last week I hit 45 miles, next week and the weeks after I will be at 50-55.  Not to mention the amount of non-running time I spend stretching, eating, sleeping, thinking about running, eating, more eating.  Lots of mental and physical energy is expended here.

5. Social Life. My friends are super important to my sanity. ¬†I love them. ¬†They love me. ¬†They keep me happy and healthy and glowing in a way that no amount of exercise ever will. ¬†Spending time with them, whether it’s studying or eating cupcakes together, is something I have learned cannot be sacrificed. ¬†Not to mention USB. ¬†And love. ¬†And sharing things. ¬†And understanding another person like that.

6. Blog/Writing. Not to much to say here besides that these things are super important to me and I won’t be giving them up entirely either. I need them.

7. Family. Duh.  Most important people in the world.

8. Work. I love my job and wish I could work a bit more, but I’m having to squeeze in 8-10 hours in a week where I can. No working=no money, therefore it is absolutely necessary.

Reading this back over, I feel like I am sounding a bit wimpy.  I should be able to handle this.  I can handle this.  Time management.  And self-love.  those are the crucial things right now.

I can make it through these next few months, I know I can.

I have changed my mind about the direction of this post. ¬†Don’t really want to talk about running at all. ¬†I took an extra day off this week (today) which I am feeling guilty about. ¬†But I know I needed it. ¬†I ran this week. ¬†Lifted weights and did some yoga. ¬†The end.

Mostly, I just want to stop talking and show you pictures of yummy things:

Annnnnnnnnd my pictures aren’t uploading. ¬†I think that signals the end of this post.

Goodnight my friends!

Thank you for always being there; I truly feel so supported by you guys!

What Healthy Means…

Today’s Happy Note: Today was just a really happy, full-but-not-too-full Sunday; a perfect day to close out the summer. ¬†I ran, talked with friends, had a blog meetup, unpacked, decorated, talked on the phone with mom and then with USB (Union Square Boy), rested, cleaned, ate delicious food. ¬†Productivity+Relaxation=Good Sunday.

Taking care of me=healthy.

Marathon Training: Yesterday began with 5 easy miles and an hour long vinyasa yoga class. ¬†The run felt sluggish, but whatever, it was only five miles so I didn’t really get that worked up about it. ¬†I spent the rest of the day moving, which is always a workout in itself.

Today began bright and early (kidding — I had to drag myself out of bed at 9:30) with a long run! ¬†I was feeling anxious about the 15 miler I had planned. ¬†Not so anxious that I couldn’t get out the door, but anxious enough that I felt physically “tight.” ¬†That went away after the first mile or two and I ended up feeling wonderful! ¬†My legs and lungs felt strong and I maintained a 10:00-11:00 minute per mile pace. ¬†I think there were times (especially towards the end, oddly enough) where I was between 9:00-10:00 minutes per mile. ¬†I conserved energy in the beginning, which was definitely a wise choice. ¬†There ended up being some construction along my planned route — I remapped it once I finished and discovered I had actually covered 16 miles. Go me.

Long Run=Healthy (for me).

I have a tiny but nagging pain in the back of my right hip — almost under my butt. ¬†It’s hard to describe. ¬†It feels like a simple overuse injury that can probably be cured with sufficient ice, rest, and stretching. ¬†I’ll be careful, I promise!

After the run, a shower, and a giant brunch, it was time to head off for a blog meetup with Meghann. ¬† Some of my best blogging buddies were there as well — Gabriela, Ada, Ashley. ¬†Love these girls!

We met at Stogo, a vegan ice cream place in the East Village. ¬†The East Village never fails to impress me — there is something new and unique and exciting around every corner. ¬†We all spent a good ten minutes staring at the options and sampling and, of course, photographing before deciding. ¬†I got a scoop of key lime (coconut base) and a scoop of peanut butter fudge (soy base). ¬†Both were excellent and surprisingly creamy!


We match!  Left to right: Ada, Ashley, Me, Gabriela.  I had a lovely time, as I always do with blog friends.  I truly love blogging, and making (and meeting) new friends is one of the best parts about it.

We had a wonderful, refreshing conversation about ways of eating. ¬†We basically agreed that food and eating and healthy living are such individualized things. We all take care of our bodies in different ways — and this is okay. ¬†It sounds silly, but it is important to remember that no two bodies have identical nutritional or activity needs. ¬†Some individuals might need to eat more than me, some less. ¬†Some people run more, some less. ¬†Some people don’t run at all. ¬†Some people walk. ¬†Some people eat more vegetables. ¬†Some people eat more fats. ¬†Some people have not struggled with mental/emotional health in the exact ways I have. ¬†All of this is okay — I love the healthy living blogging community for exactly those reasons — we are each unique and exciting. ¬†For example, I love the way Kath lovingly prepares delicious, home-cooked dinners so often. ¬†But I also love my own, easy, student-friendly dinners, which often consist of combining just a few things. ¬† And I also love ¬†Mama Pea’s awesome family-friendly vegan creations. ¬†Or Sophia’s hearty, meaty dishes. ¬†Or Gena’s inspired, fresh raw cuisine.

My point here is that being healthy is a journey. ¬†A delicious, fun, active journey that is unique to each person. ¬†So thank you, ladies, for reminding me of that this afternoon! ūüôā

Stimulating conversation=healthy.

A lot of my things arrived from storage today. ¬†I had to unpack and set up my whole room (I slept in my sleeping bag last night). ¬†I don’t have the best sense for design, but ¬†I think I did a decent job.

For newer readers/anyone who is curious: I am about to start my senior year of college! ¬†I study history and human rights and creative writing. ¬†I live in NYC. ūüôā

But before the unpacking could begin, I had to set up my fridge, of course. ¬†I didn’t have time to do a full grocery run today, so I just picked up the essentials (pictured above). ¬†Priorities, people: peaches and apples from the farmer’s market, spinach, yogurt, a muffin, and dark chocolate.

I could have done worse. ūüôā

Good (nutritious and delicious) food=healthy.

The room before, strewn with suitcases (notice the sleeping bag on the bed!):

And after (left side, then right side):

Much better. ¬†It feels homey already. ¬†I don’t have quite enough shelf space for all my books, but I think I did pretty well. ¬†I get so comforted by the sight of books. I have them organized into sections: poetry/prose, fiction/novels, history, writing/academic instruction, Middle East, human rights, and cooking/baking.

The kitchen space, so far:

There are approximately 25 people on my floor. ¬†There are seven cupboards in the kitchen. ¬†I have usurped two of them. ¬†BUT I don’t feel that guilty because no one at my school cooks. ¬†Literally no one. ¬†Last year I think I saw three other people in the kitchen the whole year.

It’s way too small. ¬†Le sigh:

So that is the living situation right now. ¬†I am glad to be settled in, to have a roof over my head, and to live in a consistent space that is mine and mine only. ¬†I am very grateful — many, many people in my own city (not to mention the world over) do not have such nice¬†accommodations. ¬†It may seem small to me, but it is clean, warm, and safe. ¬†I have lovely clothes, books, a bathroom, a kitchen, and a soft bed. ¬† I am grateful.


What are you grateful for right now?

Anyone else out there about to head back to school, or just moved in?  Tell me about it!

Letting Love In

Today’s Happy Note: There are so many happy things in my life right now, it’s hard to choose! ¬†I’m going to go with the fact that I feel very, very connected to many people in my life at this moment. ¬†Strong human connections=pure happiness.

Marathon Training: Speed Work Tuesday yesterday! ¬†I won’t lie, a good speed work session makes me feel amazing, but sometimes it is really hard to get out the door for one. ¬†I finally figured out why there are so many “Goal Pace” miles in my training plan: my marathon goal pace is approximately ten minutes per mile, which is basically what my general pace is. ¬†Duh. ¬†Silly Caronae. ¬†A marathon — at least for me — is not a fast race. ¬†If I were training for a 10k, so many “goal pace” miles would be impossible. ¬†But for a marathon, it’s just fine. ¬†All this is to say that my speed workout yesterday involved:

2 miles GP (goal pace) miles warm-up

2 x 2 miles tempo pace (approximately 9 minute miles) — I worked HARD here and it felt great; did an easy half-mile between the two sets.

2.5 miles GP

Total: 9 miles

Today I did a total of 4 miles with 6×100 meter strides sprinkled in through the last mile. ¬†I also did a 45 minute strength class at the gym. ¬†I have been getting a little bit bored with my regular weight-lifting routine lately and this was fun. ¬†It was nice to switch things up. ¬†I loved the tricep exercises we did.

Therapy Thoughts

Sorry for flaking out again yesterday.  I was out all too late for a weeknight.  This whole having fun thing is nerve-wracking and thrilling at the same time.  I kind of like it.

Lately I have been thinking a lot about people and the way we interact and relate and love one another. ¬†I think that opening up to other people — learning and listening and loving and losing — has become the most important thing in my life right now. ¬†Friends, family, loves. Ultimately, running will not save me. ¬†Having a perfect body or a perfect relationship with food or an ideal body weight won’t save me. ¬†People save me — I save me, other people save me. ¬†Not that I even need saving, really. When I say ‘saving’, I mean becoming a better me. ¬†Learning how I work. ¬†Learning how I love. ¬†I have so many special people in my life. ¬†Two caring, wonderful parents. ¬†A beautiful sister. ¬†A handful of close, fun friends. ¬†A very special therapist. ¬†Lovely, insightful coworkers. Cousins, acquaintances, smart classmates.

It scares me a little bit that I retreat inward when things become difficult for me. ¬†I want to reach out with my arms and my heart to those who care about me — I want to reach out with all the edges of my face and say “I love you” to everyone important to me. ¬†I may not quite be there yet, but I am figuring out how I work with others. ¬†The most important thing has been to figure out me. ¬†It’s something that I have known all along — something that has always been inside me. ¬†I know that when I am anxious I bite my nails; that February is the hardest month of the year for me; that I have really flexible knees and hips; that when I love someone I will love them with every angle of my body. ¬†I will let them into spaces that I didn’t know existed — ¬†I will feel them inching along my crooked chest and I’ll smile a little. ¬†I’m coming to accept the way my mouth doesn’t like to sit quite parallel with my chin. ¬†And even more, I am coming to accept the fact that others accept this fact. ¬†Indeed, maybe this makes my face a little more unique. ¬†Maybe it makes me mysterious and readable all at the same time.

It’s been a year that I have seen L, almost. I am trying very hard not to exalt her, but she has pretty much been nothing short of heroic: she has taught me that not only can I save myself, but that I can let other humans slide into my life and curl up there. ¬†I can let others settle into my life and stay a while. ¬†Or maybe even forever. ¬†I have a gratitude for L that I have had for few others in my twenty years. ¬†I don’t know how she does it, to be honest. But the last 12 months have shown me how beautifully capable I am of connecting with another person. ¬†It’s such a simple act, really, but also difficult, at times. ¬†Coming to love myself has helped the most. ¬†As I am about to start my senior year of college, I’m looking back at where I was one year ago, two years; three years. ¬†I have been lost, wild, isolated, crazy, sad, confused. ¬†But most of all, I have been growing. I have begun to let people burrow deeper into my life.

Yesterday I asked L why I deserve to be loved and cared for and thought of. ¬†She responded by saying that, by virtue of being human, I deserve love. We all do. ¬†Every single being on this earth is equally deserving of love, affection, warmth, and connection. ¬†It is a simple but powerful answer. ¬†Sometimes I catch myself out of the corner of my eye — I see my cheek in a furniture store window; I feel suddenly exposed and unmasked. ¬†Usually, I am not sure what to think. ¬†Most often I say something about how hideous that cheek is, how un-centered and pockmarked and off-color it is. ¬†I am not sure that I will ever entirely leave this way of seeing myself behind. ¬†But I am clear about one thing: I want to be loved more than anything else in the world, and, hideous cheek or not, other people want to love me. ¬†Not in a greedy, silly, childish way. ¬†But deeply and clearly and smoothly. ¬†This kind of love can come from all sorts of places. ¬†I can name maybe 8 or 10 people right now for whom I feel this.

But there is also another kind of love as well. ¬†It’s all this but also more intimate. ¬†When I started seeing L, about this time last year (beginning of September), I felt very alone. ¬†Alone is not a happy place to be. ¬†I believe that much of my unhappiness has come from this loneliness. ¬†I can’t even describe how thrilling it is to hear a friend’s voice on the phone or to hug someone after not seeing him or her for three months. ¬† That’s happiness. ¬†A year ago I did not believe it was possible to carve a small crack in my being and let another person in. ¬†I could not fathom the crack, even from a distance.

Well, there’s a crack now. ¬†A small one. ¬†But it’s there. ¬†It may not get any bigger with this particular connection, this person. ¬†But I have reached a turning-point because I now understand the possibility of the crack.

I met a beautiful, sweet man two weeks ago in the park.  He sort of fell into my lap.  I feel vulnerable and nervous. Alternately pretty/unique and bizarre/disproportionate.  I have been doing a lot of rethinking of my body.

I like him a lot. I feel like I don’t deserve this. ¬†Then I feel mad at myself for feeling like I don’t deserve it. ¬†Silly, really. ¬†The thing is, so far, he is making me very, very happy. ¬†When he touches my arm or my shoulder or my chin, I am so very proud of myself for letting this happen. ¬†I am being brave and open and exposed in new ways.

What do people mean? ¬†What is it to let someone into your life? ¬†How do you know who to let in? ¬†How do you know they won’t break your heart?

The answer is that you don’t know precisely who to let in and how and whether or not they will hurt you. ¬†But it will be right and beautiful and soft.

I want to go back to my 17 year old self and hold her and rock her in my arms and let her know that she will love and be loved.  It will not be easy but it will be happy.

I don’t know how long this particular connection will last; dating and relationships are scary things. ¬†I think I have gone on dates with two other boys this year; both fizzled out. ¬†I hardly consider making out in a club romantic. ¬†So I am not writing this to say that I have met a man and my life is different and perfect and everything has been fixed. ¬†Not at all. ¬†What I’m saying is that I understand the crevice — the opening in me where others might step in and offer me their love.

Okay. ¬†That was a little bit intense. ¬†But my feelings are intense right now. ¬†I’m processing and sorting and figuring it all out. ¬†I’m pretty sure I’ll always be figuring it all out, even when I’m 101. ¬†The point here is that this last year has been monumental for me. ¬†I understand myself better. ¬†I understand how important my friends and family are. ¬†And I can see the possibility of romantic love.

Thoughts?  How have you let love into your life lately?  What does it feel like, for you?

I promise I will be less intense and serious tomorrow. ¬†ūüôā ¬†Love and people and connections=happy Caronae. ¬†Happy mental self, happy physical self, happy Caronae.

All Grown Up

Today’s Happy Note: An excursion to the new Trader Joe’s in Chelsea! ¬†It was awesome; spacious and calm and totally the opposite of the Union Square Trader Joe’s. ¬†Not frenetic and crazed. ¬†Loved it.

Pretty good day. ¬†Busy but not overwhelmingly so — those are my favorite kind of days. ¬†I won’t lie though: I may be 20 years old, a senior in college, and holding down two “real” jobs, but there are moments when I wish I was twelve again, reading in my backyard and running through the sprinkler all summer long. ¬†I used to have the house all to myself everyday of summer from when I was about twelve on. ¬†I would make brownies, reread the whole Harry Potter series, and dance outside when it rained.

I kinda want that back.  Being an adult is hard.

Today started with a brunch for Second Job, which ended yesterday.  I feel really sad about it actually.  Organizing and overseeing within the framework of a non-profit has been something I have truly fallen in love with.  My students are my babies, my coworkers are heroic.

Also: I love huevos rancheros.

Cookie the size of my head.

That is oats topped with chocolate and peanut butter. ¬†I know many bloggers have said this before so it kinda isn’t original but: PB and chocolate is my favorite food combination in the entire world. No questions asked.

Other favorite food combinations: hummus and cheddar cheese, carrots and almond butter, mango and coconut, salmon and asparagus.

Your favorite food combos?

I ended the day with a nice little workout: 20 minutes of arm strength and a 6 mile run with lots of hills.  Currently watching movies, snuggling in bed, and thinking of fun things to do this weekend.  Any suggestions?

I need an Adventure!  This is my first free weekend in a while.

What are your plans?

Dear Men At The Gym

Today’s Happy Note: Saw a beautiful pink and blue sunset during my evening run.

Workout: Three easy miles with 4×100 strides and about 40 minutes of full-body strength training.


This is an open letter.  To certain members of my lovely NYSC gym.  Members of the XY chromosome variety. Members who are more likely to have a rather higher concentration of testosterone.

Dear Fellow Gymgoers (of the mostly male type):

Hi there!  My name is Caronae.  I am a twenty year old woman living in the wonderful city of NY.  I am about to start my senior year of college.  I also work in an archive and for a non-profit.

I am kinda geeky.  I love books, poems, writing essays, and history.  I like learning new things about the world and the ways people relate to one another.  I like going to class, most of the time.  I am a pretty good thinker.

Other likes: running, yoga, peanut butter, movies, laughing with friends, massages, smoothies, blogging, swimming, cooking, baking, muffins, human rights, and social justice.  My favorite TV shows all involve hot doctors.  I like flowers and trees and am generally pretty girly.

Of course, you do not know any of these things about me, which is fine. ¬†Most of the people I encounter in a typical day don’t know these things. ¬†But, because you have presumed a certain level of intimacy with my body, ¬†I thought maybe you might want to learn a little bit about the rest of me. ¬†Let me explain.

Boys: I am not a piece of meat.  I am a woman who has a body. I have thoughts and feelings and dreams.  I have virtues and flaws.  I may have a somewhat ample chest and slightly curvy hips.  I may have long, feminine hair. And maybe you find all of these things attractive, when scoping out a potential mate.  Maybe.

But. ¬†I am not at the gym for your viewing pleasure. ¬†I know that the cardio area tends to be mostly female and the weights area, well, mostly male. ¬† I know that when a woman crosses this line it might be a little scary for you. ¬†I have entered your domain. ¬†I have entered the land of grunting, lifting, and sweaty barbells. ¬†But I have some important news for you: I have as much of a right to be there as you do. And I also have a right to get my lift on free of your wandering eyes, I’m pretty sure.

I have never quite understood why men stare hungrily at my body. ¬†I am young, I suppose. ¬†I have a certain type of figure. ¬†I think that it is socially acceptable for men to be with — to date, to love, to marry — thin women. ¬†I am not saying this is the only acceptable sort of union. ¬†But the idea of the thin, beautiful woman as the ideal partner has certainly pervaded our system of social conditioning. ¬†And I am not that woman. ¬†I am kind of the opposite.

I am not disparaging my body or my looks at all. ¬†What I am saying, rather, is that my body has a very distinct appeal to men — one that is only free to surface in the completely public, mostly male sphere: places like the weight room at the gym. Men are socially confined and encouraged to be with women who have a certain look. ¬†But biologically, let’s face it: curves mean something. ¬†I think males are hardwired to see something, hungrily, in females who look like me. ¬†But that doesn’t give them free license to constantly visually exploit me.

It’s so simple. ¬†Just. ¬†Stop. ¬†Staring. ¬†If you want to say “hey, great job!” or “you’re looking really strong today” or “how about we get coffee sometime” that would be lovely. ¬†I would love to engage with you on an intellectual (or at least verbal) level. I would love to hear about your hobbies and your work and your feelings. ¬†But until you stop staring and we start having meaningful interactions that don’t leave me feeling ashamed and exploited, none of this can happen.

So this is a plea of sorts. ¬†I know that I am not the only woman who feels this way. ¬†And perhaps there are some men who feel exploited as well. ¬†I don’t know what the answer is, really. ¬†All I can say is this: when you stare long and hard directly at my chest (and yes, I know you are not looking deeply into my eyes — I know perfectly well where my head is and it is not that far down), it isn’t good for either of us. ¬†You perpetuate the stereotype of the crude, promiscuous male. ¬†And you make me feel like crap. ¬†So please: stop.



I hope that didn’t come across as all feminist-ranty. ¬†I just feel like it is my basic right to have a calm workout at the gym in which I don’t have to be on the lookout for wandering eyes every five and a half seconds. ¬†If you have thoughts on this issue, I would love to hear them! ¬†I know I cannot possibly be the only woman who experiences this unfortunate phenomenon.

Tomorrow is going to be a crazy day. ¬†I might now be in. ¬†But I shall be back in blogland in full force next week! ¬†Promise. ūüôā