Small Victories…
Last week my feet were made for walking. I set out from the upper west side on a warm, sunny day…destination lower Manhattan below the Freedom Tower.
Last week my feet were made for walking. I set out from the upper west side on a warm, sunny day…destination lower Manhattan below the Freedom Tower.
I am gobsmacked. Urgent Care, one day in the hospital and two doctor office visits equal three months on an island in Mexico.
At the stroke of midnight I turned into a rotten pumpkin. My life was literally spinning out of control.
I woke up refreshed today. I slept like a baby and had the best sleep I have experienced in at least one year.
Breasts are ogled all the time. They are admired, talked about, photographed, considered erotic and a constant in male fantasies.
I took a spin class at Flywheel yesterday. Out of sight, out of mind, out of shape.