Root & Rise | Sustainable Fitness

Reader, I didn't make any New Years resolutions this year, but I did set one goal: to write and send 52 newsletters this year. I already messed it up. Today will be the fourth newsletter out of the six weeks of the year. And while that's not too horribly far off from pace, it wasn't the strong, consistent start I expected. I feel that sinking feeling between my sternum and my spine. I let myself down. But on Monday morning, I journaled about this. And in an effort to show up, course correct,...

If you'd rather not read my chicken scratch, here's what I wrote in my journal this morning: I haven't journaled since I got home [on Sunday] and that's okay. For the first few days after getting home, I was so sick that I felt like I was melting and like my eyelids had their own gravitational pull. I couldn't keep them open and I couldn't stay awake. For a few days, I somehow clocked over 20 hours of sleep. Like, damn. Honestly impressive in a weird way. But as some of my energy returns and...

My TikTok feed was an avalanche of idealistic morning routines, seasonal salad recipes, know-your-worth manifestos and sparkling footage from the corners of the earth. The algorithm knew me well. Until the end of this summer when the Roman Empire first appeared. I don’t remember where I was but I do remember the words “Roman Empire” flashing by as my little thumb raced to find something more worth my time. Ten “Roman Empire” videos later, I gave in. I even unmuted my phone. I landed on a...

Justin Bieber was blaring from the basement to the roof but you could still hear the laughs and squeals of the seven other girls stomping around that sticky college house. Some sat criss-cross in front of their mirrors. Others crowded the bathrooms while they did their hair and planned the night. In my closet of a bedroom in the basement of that house, frustration and envy bubbled over. I huffed and puffed my way through my wardrobe. I picked myself to pieces in the flimsy mirror on the back...

I did it again. I fell off track over the weekend. Really fell off track. I skipped my morning walks, blew off both of my planned workouts, ate a mountain of chips & guac on more than one occasion, drank a few too many spicy margaritas, and completely forgot to align my chakras. How could I? Just kidding about aligning my chakras, although maybe that’s what I’m really missing... It’s now Monday morning and I’m feeling behind, guilty, and a little swollen. Before I even get out of bed to start...