I love my quadriceps. They are strong, tight, sexy. They’ve got their act together. My inner thighs, however, are what we call freeloaders. They don’t work, but they sure do eat of the bounty. They suck the fat from everything I eat and expend no energy to burn it off. They are greedy, lazy, and quite frankly, disruptive. So I’ve decided to wage war against … Continue reading My Inner Thighs and the Art of War
These past few days have been cold. By the standards of anyone else in any part of the country they’d say it was merely cool and pleasant. It was pleasant that I actually got to wear some winter clothes in January. The cold lasted only three days as is typical of Florida. But as is typical of me I got so excited about the return … Continue reading Long pants only or dim lighting.
I stare at myself at the gym… Did you just cringe at that statement and decide never to read my blog again? I can hear some of you now: “She stares at herself at the gym? She’s so different from what I imagined. I don’t like her anymore.” I understand your reaction, but before you get your granny panties in a bunch, or your thong … Continue reading Staring at the gym.