welcome home! (…to an empty fridge)

It looked iffy yesterday. Issues with my scheduled flights to Vegas meant a mad scramble at the airport to rebook. I was going to arrive last night come hell or high water. Even though several United gate agents, telephone-based staff and Air Canada customer service reps seemed determined to slow me down. Mission accomplished. I arrived…

at the corner of zen and bullshit

Coming off my recent cleanse, and feeling oh so smug in all my re-booted and detoxified glory, I considered taking a trip to Whole Foods to restock my fridge and pantry with goodies of the organic and healthy variety. What I love about Whole Foods is also what I hate about them. It’s the distinct air of general snootiness, with…

just call me mrs. brightside

Good riddance to this past week of sweats. It felt foreign, and embarrassing, to spend time during each workout feeling sorry for myself, and then taking turns fixating on a) the pain, b) my unexplained sluggishness, and c) how much time I had left. This evening, through a most serendipitous find on the Funny or Die website, I watched the perfect video, at…