FIT@50: Forgot the Powder This week was what we like to refer to as Crazy Week. Not because life got out of control, but sometimes
If you ever want to experience the confidence shattering sensation of having every single thing you say and do examined under a critical microscope and launched back at you with a poo-poo shooter, then give law enforcement a try for a day.
As a group of what looked like super model mixed company passed us, I peeked down at my supermarket flip flops. I laughed at the bottle opener built into the sole.
FIT@50: Two Pounds This week I was watching the boys out back as they discovered a pile of Leah’s padded dumbbells. They came in 2,
Does that mean I failed? Not unless I try deceiving the people who trust me with their stories of the ups and downs of reclaiming their health.
It’s an odd shackle when the devil tells you that there’s still too much work left to be done at the desk, and I shouldn’t leave Leah to go exercise.