Or shall we say Fit-torials? Anyway, fantastic workout last night, folks. Let's walk through it, shall we? First: the requisite sweaty, social media shot. (Done for Snapchat, in case you're wondering. And no, I have no idea how it works.) A bit of a smug smirk, no? And yet that's the face you make when …
About your Author. (Again? For real?)
Why, oh why, are we doing this again? Oh, you're in rare form today, huh? Have you been living under a rock? It's cold. You can imagine what living in the frozen tundra does to a girl's mood. Hey, I'm cold, too. But I felt like it was time for another chat. Totally disagree. Yeah, …
The Unholy Hour. (Or, the Gym Diaries)
Hi. And ouch. But a good ouch. So for the past few days, I've been waking up at 5AM to go to the gym before reporting to the OK Corral. Yep, you read that right. Since you're getting to know me here on TSP, let me educate you on a few things about me: 1. I …
Hibernatin’.
Ask me the last time I went to the gym. Go on, ask me. It's ok. Ask me. Go on. I can't even remember. That's right. All the good work I accomplished in the summer with walking and working out has gone to the dogs. I can't even remember the last time I entered my …
This Square Peg. 