The Poshterior

Yes, tragically, I took the worst genetic markers from each of my parents. To name but two: I got my mother’s Irish complexion (easily sun burned and prone to pimples) instead of my father’s dark olive skin tone. And my father had no rear end at all; all of his weight was in his stomach. I fight to keep my… Continue reading

Ouch!

In my efforts to be in better shape, I committed to walking more, and not just “walking,” but power-walking, walking quickly to burn some calories. Once I can do that without having to dial 911, I’ll start riding my bike–which is currently in storage because of the move. I discovered a really cool little iPhone app: Runmeter. It updates my… Continue reading