It’s been a while since I’ve written about being harassed at the gym. This is probably because, once Tim and I moved in together, I joined a gym that was closer to our apartment. It is also much more expensive… Read more ›
Y’all might not know this about me, but I used to be a dancer. I took ballet classes from the tender age of 3 all the way through the age of 13. When I got older, I added more classes… Read more ›
This year – 2011, that is – I started by adopting a new mantra. In every situation that seemed really terrible, I’d ask myself, “What’s the worst that can happen?” If I don’t get these papers graded, what’s the worst… Read more ›
I’ve admitted before that I’m skinny. Today, I’d like to admit that I work out and track the food I eat. I don’t work out as much as I used to. In college, it was at least twice a day. While… Read more ›
Dear Men at the Gym, I know how to work out. Yes, my appearance might belie this fact: I’m small, have a bit of a baby face, I only look about 18-years-old at most (which I am reminded of every… Read more ›