1. You go to the dentist.

2. You find out you need a root canal –or two.

3. You find out your dental insurance is pretty crappy and you’ll have to pay lots of money for said root canal(s).

4. Your “spill-proof” water bottle opens in your purse and creates a puddle.

5. You realize your phone is in your purse and hurry to take it out.

6. Your phone will not turn on.

I almost broke down and cried right there on a main avenue. But then I remembered life was okay-it’s okay. And Tim was home waiting for me. Words can’t express how grateful I was in those moments to know Tim was home–with dinner already cooked.

When I got home and told him what happened, he put his jeans on. I asked him what he was doing… He was going to the store to buy a bag of rice to try to salvage my phone. He never ceases to amaze me. (My phone is still in rice since it has to be in there for 24 hours.)

Cheers to having the most amazing life partner. And cheers to that partner who bought us Garth Brook tickets for tonight. This evening will certainly be better. And life with T will be great no matter how shitty my evenings can get.

Sometimes (see: quite often) I am hard on myself, body image wise. It’s easy to feel that way after a days’ worth of feasting and not working out. I wish it wasn’t a struggle but it sometimes is.

A couple nights ago, Tim and I were speaking about and comparing the differences in our perceptions of women’s bodies and it was kind of alarming. So on Sunday before we headed out on our 10-mile walk I had Tim take my photo. Because I was wearing the same tank top I’d worn to a run in September 2012. And I wanted to compare what I looked like.

It made me realize that while I might not see the changes from day-to-day, they are there and I ought to give myself more credit.