I guess when I decided to start a blog, I didn't know about what I'd be writing.  A woman working in the boxing industry? A mother of a teen and two girls about to hit tweenhood?  A big girl trying to get some weight off?

It's a Wednesday morning, and I'm sitting on my patio, working for the first time since we over-hauled our back yard with proclamations about doing everything outside aside from sleeping. This was months ago... but the weather finally allows it.

And as I sit here, I'm reeling.  I got a call last night that could change my life completely.  I can't really share the details, but what I can share are some of the major changes I'll have to make over the next year to put things into motion.  So I guess that's what I'll share here... those changes, and the journey that will end (hopefully) with.... well...we'll get to that eventually I guess.

In the mean time, it's fight week...we have an event in two days and I don't have an opponent for my 112-115 lb kid.  It's a constant struggle, every time he fights. There are only a handful of guys his size in the US and at any one time you've got one out of the gym, one who can't get out of work, a few that won't fight him and a few the commission won't approve.  Today we'll focus on possibly rematching a kid that he had a tougher time with.  Clock is ticking.