Fitbit: My Shamespiration

Oh, Fitbit. You may be small, but your ability to make me feel inadequate knows no bounds.   Let's examine how an object that weighs an ounce can impact my day. 5:30AM: Get up. 5:31AM: Coffee Repeat. Repeat. Feed cats and dogs. Coffee. 6:22AM: Glance at Fitbit, smugly judging me…

Pushups are the Devil

I'm on this stupid health and exercise kick, and it means giving up things like pie and cake for a while. As a man of a certain age, I have certain fears, which include (but are not limited to): Pleated khakis. Losing my hair. Belly. A larger belly. Chewing food like…

Send Egg Recipes.

I'm on a super complicated diet this Spring. It's mostly eggs, hot sauce, and eggs. Regardless, I'm asking the internet and my bookfriends if you have any recipes pertaining to the following food items: Eggs. Veggies, preferably a huge amount. I'm also doing a LOT of pushups, so anything that…

I love you.

I am forty-eight, and I have achieved a kind of balance where I can now tell my friends I love them. It's liberating and invigorating and a lot of other action verbs (gerunds, I think) and I've waited my entire life for the satisfaction of having friends-- some who have…

Getting Older.

As we roll into 2017, I'm one year closer to being fifty. I can't believe it. Regardless, due too eating to much between the hours of 1-3AM, which is apparently when I MUST HAVE CAKE, I started running last year. I love it. But, I only like running outside, and…