Tag Archives: Disappointment
In Which She Goes Against Her Grain
I need to learn mindful eating. As opposed to mindless binging on crisps. I am eliciting help from the folks at RealAge, who have incidentally estimated my real age to be 56. Or was it 58? Either way, it was … Continue reading
Filed under Food
Pedometer, Bite Me
You exist to make me feel awful. Was the sun overshadowed by evil forces when I decided to strap you on today? I was hopeful today, you awful piece of junk. And hope is fragile. But what would you know? … Continue reading
Filed under Exercise
