the cleanse: demonic day 3

that was yesterday. it was dark, y’all. like bona fide horror movie, topped with a slice of ancient-curse-style, to-the-bone wickedness dark. i was not myself. it’s pretty much a straight-up miracle i survived to write about it all. truth. i mean, what on earth? i did this thing last year at about the same time…

fresh start: September

Earth Wind & Fire were so such a true moment in my (20 years later, yes) early 90s retro life. this jam could have described so much in any given month. but still just always makes me wanna dance! most of us traditionally think of of January as a time for fresh starts and new…

a fattytale with a happy ending

Boxing Day 2013. planning to get a jump on at least one new year’s resolution, i figured i’d go ahead, get on the scale and start my weight loss efforts a few days early. i was horrified to find that not only did i still have that last 10 pounds of baby weight (4 years…

halfway to a 6-pack!

okay, i so wish it worked like that. but i, who probably haven’t done a sit up since the Presidential Fitness Test back in the day, have to give myself a pat on the back for staying with this thing for a full 15 days, now. full disclosure: i actually just completely forgot about it…

i am a statistic . . .

i know, i know. crickets have been chirping over here lately on the diet updates front. i’ve been too ashamed to write myself through what’s happened over the past few weeks. after a totally solid first 3 weeks of hitting my goals more or less, feeling great and losing 5 pounds, i completely fell off…

the Thai offensive

photo: OnMyPlate.co.uk that year, in early in January, the famous Miser brothers made one of their annoying little deals that they make from time to time. the two agreed that Heat Miser would let his brother, Snow Miser, put the freeze on Southtown that Monday morning (itty-bitty snowflakes, schools closed for days and all). and in return,…

out with the bad, in with the thin

thank god, that bag of turds known as 2013 is out the door and headed to the dump. i mean. worst. year. ever. and i know i’m not alone. anecdotal evidence assures me that at least eight out of 10 people i know personally had a crappy year (imagine the numbers, when you factor in people i don’t know!)….