Thursday 13: Confessions, volume III
Yesterday I discovered there are seven weeks until December 1. SEVEN. Which means 9-ish weeks until Christmas. To distract myself from that …
Magical thinking doesn’t make my pants fit: Developing a fitness plan
I sent this sad face to Mr. T when he said I couldn’t buy Magnum ice cream anymore. My fitness problems are …
Braving Bikram: What I learned about hot yoga, day 1
That’ll be me soon. Speedo, and all. Photo credit. With sweat pooling at my feet, hands slipping from position, I felt a …
Mad Muscle Redux
It’s so true. Photo credit Like millions of Americans lamenting the holiday pile-on, I’ve found myself spending quality time at the gym as …
Feeling “in” my body
Every so often I hit one of those “aha” moments in school… the hour or two, the seminar, the conversation that makes …
My exerciseaversary
As some of you know, approximately one year ago this week I was diagnosed with obesity. Yes, obesity. For those who have …
A gym-piphany
After my rigorous cardio during which I read vampire porn (as T refers to the Twilight series that I’m reading now for …