Tripping Down the Fitness Path, Way Back
Other possible titles: He’s a Metabolic Machine | I Hate Him Why Can HE Eat So Much Crap and I Can’t? He’s Eating. AGAIN. Really? My Pooch Is Back and It’s All His Fault So we’re settling in at the farm and enjoying our new...
Completely Random Nonsense, Tripping Down the Fitness Path, Way Back, Work Happy
It’s not unusual for me to feel a bit overwhelmed with deadlines, projects, and life in general. After all, I’m well practiced at handling being ridiculously over committed. Over the years, I’ve honed a few skills and habits that help ease the...
Tripping Down the Fitness Path
When I first bought my jumprope (a while back), it was ugly. Picture Lucy with a jumprope. That was me. But it was more pathetic than funny. I tried. I showed the BF+ my attempts. He tried to be kind and hide his astonishment, but I know THAT look in his eyes. Just...
Tripping Down the Fitness Path
To most ordinary people this may look like a very nice laundry room. And it is. A lovely laundry room indeed. But turn around 180 degrees…. and shaZAM! Yep, one of the coolest things about the farm is that we have this REALLY big room downstairs that works great...
Tripping Down the Fitness Path, Way Back
I’m not a runner. I do not race. I’m not training for tough mudder. I’m not trying to lose weight. <I always pine for 5 pounds lighter, but not enough to give up half-and-half, nuts, or chocolate.> I will never be a fitness model. So...
Tripping Down the Fitness Path
I’ve been battling the couch potato syndrome. Again. I haven’t been completely inactive. Recently I’ve developed a reluctant fondness for a few group classes. Yep, you heard it here. I actually like step and spin classes. Who am I? But I...