Would you bug out if a tarantula crawled up your arm? Could you eat a fried dragonfly or a cicada kabob?
Ellen Nordberg
Meant To Be
I’ve known my friend Jessa for seven years. We’re in daily contact, and she knows all the secrets of my life: my shoplifting at age 8, how I cheated on my ex, and how I’m terrified to become a mother.
Beyond Nine Lives, or More Than a Dog’s Age
Human Coloradans make an aggressive effort after New Year’s to get healthy. But what about their pets?
Pedaling In Tandem
“Watch out for the bus!” and “Don’t you see the stop sign?” I used to scream from the back of the tandem to my boyfriend Jon in front. That was in the beginning,
Hot workout trend puts a spring in your step
Bouncing around like kangaroos with huge smiles on their faces, Kangoo jumpers burn extra calories, stimulate their lymphatic systems and reduce the impact on their joints by up to 80 percent.
What’s Your Diet Type?
For decades, Americans have been bombarded with conflicting diet information. We’ve been told meat and cheese will kill us, and only a low-fat, high carbohydrate diet will keep us healthy. Then a no-carb, protein-only diet comes on the scene, and many people claim weight loss success. Who are we to believe?
Exercise Balls Are On A Roll
Traditionally used for physical therapy to help patients with balance and stability, fitness balls have now bounced their way into group exercise classes, yoga and Pilates studios, and even home gyms.
Secrets to a Multi-Level Class
In an ideal world, all health clubs and studios would offer a variety of classes delineated for beginners or advanced students. But often the reality means we have experienced exercisers, pregnant women, people recovering from injuries, and de-conditioned individuals all in one class.
Foodies In The Woods
Boulder Lifestyle 2/14.
I am not a foodie. I have food poisoned myself, realized after six months in a new condo that the oven didn’t work, and over-cooked canned chowder so badly it exploded like foam out of a fire extinguisher on lifting the pot lid.
Within the first few months of dating my eventual husband, he invited me on a camp-out in the mountains with his college friends. There was just one caveat.
“There’s a food contest,” he said, eyeing me skeptically.