Spanx, But No Spanx

Spanx, But No Spanx

Ladies, can we talk about shapewear? When I’m going out to dinner with my boyfriend for a special occasion, I usually do break out the Spanx so that I can have a lump-and-bump-free silhouette. I usually feel so trim, thanks to my tummy smoother, that ...
Eating to Beat the “Blahs”

Eating to Beat the “Blahs”

You know how it goes—sometimes you’re the bug, and sometimes you’re the windshield. Well, it’s been a buggy summer for me so far. I’ve had a hard time getting out of bed, committing myself to exercise, willing myself to toss a salad instead of having ...
Hush Noisy Stomach, Don’t Say a Word

Hush Noisy Stomach, Don’t Say a Word

A grumbling tummy can be cute. Except when it isn’t. All is fine and well when you and your sweetie are just hanging out Saturday a.m. and then there’s that telltale grrrrowwwwwwl . The two of you might chuckle, “Is there a baby bear under the bed?” ...
The Fiber Follies

The Fiber Follies

A few years ago, when adding fiber to packaged foods apparently was a way to get them added to customers’ shopping carts, I had an incident I will forever remember as The Day I Needed To Find a New Yoga Studio. It started off with fiber-added muffin ...
Greetings from Mrs. Crankypants

Greetings from Mrs. Crankypants

You know who’s got a case of the Mondays? Me, 7 days a week. I love my job, but being at my desk at the crack of dawn is beginning to wear me down and make me irritable. So are my neighbors, who insist on blasting mosh pit tunes from dusk till done. ...
DIY Flip-Flop Foot Cure

DIY Flip-Flop Foot Cure

Living in Florida, I wear sandals or flip-flops pretty much every day of the year. Which means two things: I don’t own very many pairs of socks…and I suffer from an acute case of Flip-Flop Foot (aka “ugly foot.”) The skin on my heels in particular ju ...
Pass (On) The Popcorn, Please

Pass (On) The Popcorn, Please

Confession: I used to chow down on of those mini bags of microwavable popcorn every.single.day. at 3 p.m. on the dot, like clockwork, at my desk at work. My poor colleagues didn’t even have to look at a watch to know what time it was, once those butt ...