Fitness

Reprinted with permission from the author's blog, Kate On Skates

Before you get all haughty about the title, this post is definitely not going to give you any kind of technical workout advice...that's definitely Rambo's job. This post is a little story about how I just "got my groove back" in the past week or so. (Sadly, Taye Diggs' shirtless manhood did not assist me in this...an odd little Brazilian named Leandro helped though...and thank the lord, he was fully clothed.)

It's 4:27am and I am trolling the interwebs for pictures of food I cannot eat. I literally just kissed an image of a succulent dark chocolate cake that was on my monitor. This is a recipe for disaster and nothing good can come of it. I imagine seedy politicians feel not unlike this just before succumbing to the advances of high dollar courtesans that look like Monica Bellucci. My fatal weakness, my mistress--my Monica Bellucci--is food.