Month three of boot camp has begun, but the pounds stubbornly refuse to budge. Could a food diary — or lack thereof — be …
Getting fit is easier with a buddy — or a spouse — who can commiserate about the devilishness of V-ups
A committed anti-exerciser finds out the healthy life isn’t half bad.
If you’re going on a no-carb diet, I would suggest you don’t embark on it during the holiday season, like I did.
One pound. That’s it! After eight days of abs-defining crunches, too many push-ups to count, breathless sprints, painful planks, forward lunges, backward lunges, you name it, one measly pound is all I’ve kissed goodbye.
The words “boot camp” and “Bonnie” do not go together. I am one of the last people you’d ever envision willingly signing up for a 45-minute class, four days a week, that has as its goal exercising to the point of exhaustion.