How am I supposed to feel OK about myself when someone like John Wick, who is at least 10 years my senior . . .
Health Nut Chronicles – 7
I stood outside, bewildered and sad.
Health Nut Chronicles – 6
Just learned that kettle cooked chips are lower in fat than regular chips! Which begs the obvious question: where can one buy a box of kettle cooked donuts? #HealthNut #ThatWasPrettyLame Previously, on the Health Nut Chronicles: Health Nut Chronicles - 1 Health Nut Chronicles - 2Health Nut Chronicles - 3 Health Nut Chronicles - 4 Health Nut Chronicles - 5
Health Nut Chronicles – 5
You know you’re out of shape when you go for a jog and your first thought is, “Man, my legs feel like jelly.” And your second thought is, “Mmmm...jelly.”
Health Nut Chronicles – 4
Sometimes, I think I'm splurging by buying raw almonds. . .
Health Nut Chronicles – 3
I truly love that people focus on healthy living and eating. But it seems that every health article I've ever read . .
Health Nut Chronicles – 2
When you find yourself scheduling meetings around which conference room has the snack basket . .
Health Nut Chronicles – 1
When I go to Aldi, I never get a cart. It’s like camping . . .
Resolutions
“...I'm pretty sure, for instance, my grandfather never looked at the year ahead and said, "I'll consider 1946 good if by this time next year I have run in place for 600 miles and have the ability to lift 200 pounds of metal over my head.’”...
Life Cycles
There is a strip mall near my house that is home to the following stores: a running shoe store, a performance supplement store, a fitness facility, a shoe repair store, a podiatrist, a pharmacy, and a Baskin Robbins. It's like a metaphor for the life cycle of the semi-motivated middle-age man. Stage 1: "I've GOT to … Continue reading Life Cycles
There’s SOMETHING Lying Dormant in All of Us!
SOMETHING super.
On Aging
“The Y is like a museum of the aging process.”
Be the Best (Ethereal Being) You Can Be!
. . . And THEN I started to wonder if we're ALL ghosts to each other. . .
Same-Same, Grandpa
In which I am shamed by the fact that I need digital encouragement to perform a function as fundamental as moving. Or something.
