I’m not, what one would call, a committed exerciser. I look for any excuse in the book to not to something. It’s kind of a problem. But with the new year and notching another year on the ole age bedknob, I’m trying to turn over a new leaf. I’ve been waking up (almost) every morning…
Battle of the Bulge
Here Goes Nothing
So it’s no secret that I’ve been in desperate need of doing something about my body and its extra baggage fees for some time now. I’m about three weeks from turning 36 and things are getting worse, not better. I’ve reached some pretty scary for me numbers on the scale and I’ve reached the point…
Getting My Kicks
This weekend, I did two things I’ve been meaning to do for a very long time — finally get new sneakers and go out for a night alone with my husband. It’s hard to say which was more exciting. Now, before you go judging me and calling me a bad wife, let me explain something….
Who Stole My Metabolism?
I’ve really been trying to whip my ass into shape lately. I’d always heard the hushed whispers about what happens to your body when you hit your mid-30s, but I didn’t want to believe them. Surely those people were just using it as a crutch. Now that I’ve officially hit my mid-30s with my recent…
Blarney 5K
I’ve fallen off the running bandwagon lately. Hell, I’ve fallen off the exercise bandwagon lately, too. I’m not sure what happened, but I’ve just been painfully unmotivated over the last few months. Lately, though, I’ve felt myself turning a corner. My pal Katy had the inspired idea to start squeezing in visits to the gym…