The Bangles Had A Point!
I wish it was Sunday
‘Cause that’s my funday
My I don’t have to runday
-”Manic Monday” The Bangles
Happily back at it.
I’m probably alone in my thinking here, but I’m so happy August is over. Bring on September, routine and predictability. Bring on the busy schedule, the packed lunches, meal plans and scheduled workouts.…read more
Argh Augh August.
Aaah summer. My favorite time of year is beginning to fade. I hate to see it go, but it’ll be nice to get back to a routine!…read more
“Jenny, I can’t get rid of my cellulite/flappy arms/saggy butt/saddlebags/tummy pouch/love handles/bra fat/back fat/ cankles/double chin. I guess I’m stuck with it forever…woe is me.”
Taking a defeatist approach to your body will get you nowhere. What worked in our 20′s doesn’t work so well as we age: our…
Fastest Weight Loss…Ever.
An article in today’s Styles section of the NYTimes entitled, “Bridal Hunger Games” has me deeply troubled. In it, a woman forgoes shopping for a new dress in lieu of wearing her grandmother’s teeny tiny wedding dress. The problem is, she’ll have to lose 34 pounds for it to fit….
Instead of exercising and cleaning up her diet,
Female Strength: Q&A
I subscribe to an online training forum called ptonthenet.com. Every now and then, there’s an article that just nails it and I simply cannot say it better myself. Read below the abbreviated article written by Melissa Hinkley of 1RM Performance entitled, “Top 10 Female Strength Training Questions (and Answers)”….
The female body. Why isread more
Gym with a Purpose.
I see some crazy stuff in the gym. Every day. From dudes doing heavy pulldowns behind their necks to women texting on the inner thigh machines, and everyone else conference calling on the elliptical. Seriously. It makes me want to slap these people upside the head!
First of all, if you have spent money on a gym membership, invest a little into learning proper form…
Get on it.
The other day, I found myself making excuses for why I hadn’t hit a work deadline.
“I just don’t have time. There simply aren’t enough hours in the day,” I heard myself saying.
I knew it was lame when I was saying it, but there it was. In all it’s glory. I had become one of those… people. “Make time,” my agent replied.
Death by Workout.
Today, my trainer nailed me to the wall. I nearly died from minute after persistent minute of jump squats, bag punches, fist pushups, burpees, renegade rows and other extreme torture that he could think of. “Skoog,” he said, “we need to get you back to where you were before your wedding.”
I held my tongue. Thinking back to those exhausting…
Fight Against Mediocrity. Win.
While waiting my turn to zipline across the dry desert Cabo canyon, I struck up a conversation with the super fit, confident, attractive 48-year-old in front of me. Her teeny tiny outfit exposed tanned, muscular legs, washboard stomach and zero-jiggle arms: I was sure she worked in the fitness world. With admiration and envy, I picked her brain: how had she…read more