exercise

Was I hungry? Was it low blood sugar? Were my feet falling off? Was I crazy? Was I dying?

Tonight, I went to a class called Yoga with Anti-Gravity Wings.

Spotted: Downtown San Jose

I can’t just eat in moderation—at least not yet. But I am fine-tuning and honing and perfecting my body with the honor, respect, and love of a hand-crafted sword.

If I had a spirit animal, it would be the sloth. And that slot would be binge-watching Transparent instead of going to the gym.

Spotted at: Market Street, SF

bestselling author. celeb trainer. unhealthy fad buster.

Prepare to get your groove on at 6:30 a.m.