Every year the day after Christmas, when I'm completely stuffed after eating a million casseroles and fried turkey and can only fit into my father's old pair of sweatpants, I tell myself that I am going to start running again. I buy some running shoes, setup my workout playlist on the iPod and remind myself that bikini season is a few months away. That usually lasts about a week, and then I start making my weekly secret shame trips to Taco Bueno again. What can I say? Old habits die hard. If you are unlike me and have amazing self-control,... More >>>