The devil is a liar and so is that scale I stepped on this morning…

The devil is a liar and so is that scale I stepped on this morning…

What’s your relationship with your scale? Is it different now than it was when you were younger? My MIND knows the scale is not the only indicator of health, but my HEART sinks every time I get on a scale and it doesn’t tell me what I want to hear…

Born to run…or walk at a relatively fast pace

Born to run…or walk at a relatively fast pace

Women runners in their 40s and beyond are tearing it up on the side streets of America. I know they are – the bright light of their fitness glory blinds me each and every time they whiz by me on my WALKS. I’d love to be able to run, my body on the other hand, has other ideas…

My $25-a-week clean eating experiment a year later

My $25-a-week clean eating experiment a year later

A year after test-driving my clean eating experiment I can say that I’ve adopted clean eating as a way of life. Really, it’s a return to how my parents and grandparents used to cook and eat before advertising and big business began convincing people that they had it all wrong.

Survival of the fitness: Holiday feeding frenzies

Survival of the fitness: Holiday feeding frenzies

Through the haze of a barbeque induced coma I realized that I had fallen completely off the fit-at-forty bandwagon. Now approaching Christmas, I need to know, how do you plan on surviving the holiday feeding frenzy? Do share…

Somewhere outside a cafe in Italy…

Somewhere outside a cafe in Italy…

If I’m being honest with myself, being comfortable in my own skin is my biggest dream, and the first step in making any of my other big dreams a reality. With a lot of hard work and determination, maybe one day I’ll be writing my book, or my next post, outside a little cafe in Italy.

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