Sweat’s dripping down my temples, my heart rate monitor looks like it — or maybe my heart itself — might burst, and I’m flopping around, off-rhythm, attempting jumping jacks with a massive medicine ball. I have Britney Spears to thank for all of this. Well, her and Flip Or Flop‘s Christina El Moussa.
Britney introduced me to OrangeTheory, with a promo for the group fitness classes blasting not-so-subtly in the background
We got a late start to mapping out our goals this year. Normally, it’s a Jan. 1 tradition, but 2017 left me feeling a little burned out. I didn’t come close to half of my goals. For most of them, I didn’t even try to make progress toward them. I couldn’t really explain why, either. I just didn’t feel like putting in the work, so I kept pushing it off — which made
Aaron Judge is arguably the biggest name in baseball right now, and here’s a great costume idea for Halloween that will get everyone to rise to their feet.]Judge became the eighth player in Yankees history with at least 100 runs, 100 RBIs and 100 walks in a season, and just the second rookie in major league history to do so.
Lately, it seems like words wash over me more than I absorb them. My mind feels fractured; even when I think I’m fully present, I find that any lull makes me want to reach for my phone, check that notification, or think up how I’ll respond to that email I really need to send, ASAP.
There’s such a push to be everywhere, doing everything, that it can be hard to unplug — and as a result, we’re
Two years ago, my cousin Shania (then 11), pulled one delicious, delicious prank: She discretely whispered to our server that it was my mom’s birthday, and at the end of our meal, half a dozen waiters plopped a chocolate fudge cake in front of us and serenaded Mom with a rousing rendition of “Happy birthday.”
At first, we all felt anxious—this had to be going to the wrong table! There’s a mixup! We’re going to get in trouble! We can’t just accept free cake
Make Every Day Feel Like Saturday.