Family, Health, Life, Self-Growth, Self-love

When Misery Just Wants Company

Comforting Words Are Not Always the Best Medicine Follow my writing journey on Instagram @putintowords_withlee or my blog at put-into-words.com Have you ever had the shittiest day, month or even year? In our family we call it the "Howell luck." Call us pessimistic, but when crap happens, a part of us always knew it was destined to be.… Continue reading When Misery Just Wants Company

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Health, Life, Self-Growth, Self-love, Uncategorized

My Relationship with Food

The Ups and Downs and Tips Along the Way Follow my writing journey on Instagram @putintowords_withlee or my blog at put-into-words.com Right now, I don't want to write this. I want to turn the lights off in my room with a whole box of sour gummies and chips from our pantry and devour them like an animal. Eating… Continue reading My Relationship with Food

Health, Life, Self-Growth

Are You Nice and Sore?

What Soreness Levels Tell You About Your Workout Follow my writing journey on Instagram @putintowords_withlee or my blog at put-into-words.com You know you have had a good leg day at the gym when three days later you still need the aid of the counter to sit down on the toilet. If you walk like your hobbled and need… Continue reading Are You Nice and Sore?

Career, Family, Forgiveness and Guilt, Health, Language, Life, Self-Growth, Self-love, Uncategorized

How to Follow Through

Some Things Are Easier Said Than Done Follow my writing journey on Instagram @putintowords_withlee or my blog at put-into-words.com I have been on this whole self-improvement kick for a while now. My husband and I plan on starting a family this year and I have it lodged in my brain that I need to be a better person… Continue reading How to Follow Through

Health, Life

My Plane Ride with a Sort of Germaphobe

Follow my writing journey on Instagram @putintowords_withlee or my blog at put-into-words.com I sat in a strange situation from my crammed middle seat on a flight bound for Hawaii. I tried to wrap my mind around the germaphobe who was assigned the aisle spot next to me. Back in my teaching years, I was hypersensitive to the physical… Continue reading My Plane Ride with a Sort of Germaphobe