Faces give you away.

So I spoke at a breakfast for father's a few weeks ago and had a great time telling my story to them.  My purpose was to tell them of my father's influence on my life, and more directly, on my spiral into, and my recovery from, my eating disorder.  It was amazing to share to these men. Some of them you've probably heard of.  Some of them were crying.  And some of them came up and thanked me afterward, telling me how much what I said meant to them and how it will make them a better father.  

Randy Johnson was one of them.  I must admit, it was awkward to look up to the towering man.  The only place to revert your eyes is to the ceiling tiles.

But meeting celebs is nothing new to me.  Me and Dierks Bentley are like THIS, as he practices at my yoga studio.  So does most of the SUNS team.  I helped Tamia Hill sign a new student waiver.  Ain’t no thang.

But apparently I don’t keep my cool as well as I thought.  This is the only face I could make while Randy thanked me.  Good one Rem.

Today I fully plan on staying in bed most of the day.  Its my day off and I can lay if I want to. But I doubt our messy house will stop taunting me, and then I'll break down and clean because I should.  And I'm hoping my nose will stop running and I can stop hacking long enough to go outside and enjoy this beautiful weather.  Maybe yoga today?

In other news, I should be blogging more often as I’m feeling better every day, I'm obsessed with my midwife, heard the heartbeat this week, and now know the gender of my baby.  But I'm not telling.  yet.