Dear Fitbit, you seriously need to quit nagging me. If I’m sitting, it’s the first time in days. So I don’t need you telling me to get up. And eating? I got it.
It is silent. It is a mouth at water level, unable to escape the ingestion of liquid. It is an upright head, motionless limbs, and the inability to signal for help.
As a recovering insomniac, I can tell you a few things. First of all, you do sleep (at least a little). And also, don’t buy stupid shit like sleep tea.
Someone alert George Costanza — there’s a actual convertible nap desk. It’s real and it’s spectacular!
Depression crept up on me, and when it hit, I was shocked. I was still fully functional, and wasn’t crying everyday. But I felt nothing.
Dear moms who don’t breastfeed FOR ANY REASON, I am sorry. I judged you and let my “You can do this!” mindset turn into “You SHOULD do this.”
Doing yoga with animals has been a wellness trend for a while now. You can downward dog with dogs, cat cow with cats, horse pose with horses, and let’s not forget about the whole goat craze. Goatga. Because y’all are crazy to want to do yoga with goats. I still have nightmares of the time […]
In news I could have told you when I entered the work force 23 years ago, a study out of Penn State and the University of Buffalo confirms what anybody who has to work with the public already knows: having a job that requires one to put on a forced smile leads to heavier drinking. […]