If you find yourself adrift,
and can see no land in sight-
If a stillness overcomes you,
with the darkening of the light. Continue reading The Winds of Change
All posts by Kellee Kate
My Life as a Ninja
Weight Watchers has irrevocably changed my life.
I do not look at anything the same way that I used to…….. especially food.
Some things just have the power to take over your mindset, and permanently replace a former way of thinking.
Once I became a Weight Watcher, and food turned into points, the game had begun. It was a challenge that every day, I wholeheartedly accepted. An invisible contract with myself, to eat within the confines of my given points, and to strive to meet all of my Continue reading My Life as a Ninja
The Weight of Words
It was definitely up there on my list of bad decisions.
Probably in the top 10, come to think of it, somewhere between the crimping iron incident of 1988, and the time that I allowed my obviously drunk friend Cathy to pluck my eyebrows in a public restroom during a Violent Femmes concert.
And sometimes, you bounce back from these unfortunate forays into adulthood, and sometimes…not so much.
It’s hard to know why some of these things roll off your back Continue reading The Weight of Words
Confessions of a Zumba Marshmallow
A funny thing happened on the way to my goal weight…
Three years ago this week, when I walked into my first Zumba class, I had no idea what I was getting myself into. And by the end of that class, I had gotten my ass kicked so hard, that I was actually considering pressing charges.
As I was gasping for breath, and dry heaving in the corner Continue reading Confessions of a Zumba Marshmallow
The Birthday Suit
The Upgrade
I had definitely outgrown the old model.
It had served me well enough over the years and fulfilled its minimum requirements, but it had limited capabilities, lower performance, and diminshing appeal.
I had driven it around my whole life, and it was time for a change. Time for something more lightweight, smaller, faster and more streamlined.
Somehow, I had ended up with a model that no longer fit my needs. Continue reading The Upgrade
Pandora’s Box
It was a pretty big box.
I pulled the dusty container out of the closet from under the stairs where it had been hiding in the far back corner for over a decade.
It was like finding a long lost treasure.
On the top of the box I spied a barely legible label with the words “Home Videos” scrawled on it, that led me to my first clue of what I would find inside.
I had a faint memory of stashing the box when we had first moved in, back in 2005, but it had not seen the light of day since. Continue reading Pandora’s Box
If Cinderella’s Slipper was a Snowshoe
It sounded fun.
For a half a second, when I made the plans, it actually sounded like it would be a good time.
I have been wrong about many things before, but I have never been more wrong about anything, than I was about the snowshoeing.
Once upon a time, in the winter of 2002, we had decided that a snowy vacation in a new place would be a marvelous adventure.
My oldest son, who was 7 at the time, wanted to take snowboarding lessons, so we packed up and headed to Whistler BC, Canada for a relaxing stay at the Whistler Village.
I had every intention of sitting in front of a crackling fire at the Grand Lodge, drinking hot chocolate and admiring all of the “adventurous” people doing ridiculously adventurous things while freezing their asses off and slipping around on the ice Continue reading If Cinderella’s Slipper was a Snowshoe
Of Weights and Measures
Is it a matter of its measure,
or a matter of its weight?
The Maiden Flight of a Once Flightless Bird
As I looked up, my eyes followed the sound of a gaggle of geese just below the cloud line.
Their chatter was intense, and I watched while they kept their perfect formation as they passed.
They were so purposeful in their instictively choreographed unity towards a shared destination. There was such an intrinsic beauty in their flight, and so I pondered how very similar we are to birds.
Some of us fly instinctively, and others of us shun such ideas, and make our lives on the ground while watching others fly, and wishing we had the ability.
Some of us are flightless birds, and some of us are just afraid to fly.
But even flightless birds have wings.
You see, there is comfort in discomfort. Continue reading The Maiden Flight of a Once Flightless Bird
Same Hat, Different Me 