Trainer - My Dissolute Life

Fitness – and a smoothie recipe

I don’t usually like green smoothies, but this time, I did! (Also: how I lost 40 pounds, gained back 35, and have lost 20. Plus, a spreadsheet!)

On Thanksgiving, I have much to be thankful for. But this post isn’t so much about those things.

This is the first in a series of posts about ways that I’m a little different from what I understand[…]

There’s a trainer. He’s tall, maybe 42, black. Good looking, stern, severe. He has the bearing of a Marine drill[…]

This is the ad I placed that resulted in my hiring my two trainers (and having a terrific time interviewing[…]

She greeted me in a spangly white tank-top, with shimmering silver panels, her copious cleavage barely contained by the cotton[…]

I used to be fat, but then I stumbled on, with the help of my wife, just a little extra[…]

We were discussing my recent post on working out, and she had some ideas. “Why don’t we,” she said, her[…]

“Do twelve reps!” she barked to me. My triceps were burning. I didn’t think I could squeeze out five more[…]

“Do twelve reps!” she barked to me. My triceps were burning. I didn’t think I could squeeze out five more[…]