Category Archives: Health & Fitness

Health & Fitness

The Body and the Balance

We are not what we wear. We are not our waistlines. We are not the wrinkles around our mouths, we are not the dark circles around our eyes. This is what I keep telling myself, over the years, over and over. Yet, if I am honest (and I have tried very hard to be honest,

How to Bowl Like a Professional & Not Fall On Your Ass

. So, you want to know How to Bowl Like a Professional & Not Fall On Your Ass? Well, you sure came to the right place. Right here, I’ll guide you step-by-step all the way to a complete strike, with full-colour photo-illustrations too! Ready? Now, follow me: . Step 1. Get into position. Take a

Putting Fitness First

. So, I started exercising again. But it has been slow, truth be told. Doing it alone, I am left to my own devices. Any and all motivation must come from myself. It sure is different from the time when I was a gym member at one of the large local gym franchises. Back then

Gods and Children

. Gods and Children Sex. Gods. Demons. Death. Angels. We are kids again. Ice-cream. Fantasies. Treasure islands. What dreams do we wake up from? Sunday morning. You could hear a not-quite silence filling the air. Most folks are still sleeping, it’s the weekend after all. Some of us are stirring though. Some of us had

Love (Handles) Me Tender

. It’s an unmentionable secret. Mostly unmentionable because my closest and dearest friends have sworn to disown me if I ever complained of my ever expanding waistline in their presence for the umpteenth time. Naturally, considering the wide exposure I’ve given this topic that is very close to my heart (or belly, as it were),

Beauty and the Beast

  You’ve got to look good. That’s what they tell us anyway. Society. (Useful as it may be to blame them for everything we can muster under the sun, some fine day we’d just have to realize we’re a hundred and one percent responsible for our own little personal disasters and victories. Still, it’s fun

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The light comes in softly, barely there this glare that it may not come from a sun at all, but a midday moon, a gentle glow that sweeps in with respect. It flows over her form as she shifts from pose to pose with poise and grace, wrapping around her like a dream. She turns,