WFME gets a lot of questions a lot of the time.
That’s why, effective immediately, I’m crafting the FAQ (Frequently Asked Questions) for the site. Today, I’ve decided to post some of the questions I’ve received and start by answering them after the break. Just click on in there and you’ll get a chance to learn the answers to some of WFME’s most asked questions.
Remember, if you don’t like the answers or you’re unhappy I’ve printed your questions, your only options are to ignore me completely or file a FAQ-attack through the appropriate factions (www.faqattack.com). Otherwise, just sit back and learn the answers to potentially some of the questions you’ve had but were afraid to ask about.
Look us in the eyes and you’ll know we’re telling the truth.
It seems that lately, posts that once were new and at the top of this page, have continued to live a long and healthy life in a place called “the archives” as more and more netizens search for the subjects that haunt their daily lives. Yet, ironic and heart-warming all at the same time is the fact that this blog is better than your own psychologist in helping you work through your issues.
Finally, WFME makes a contribution to society’s ills.
You’ve had a tough week.
Trust me when I tell you I know that you have. All that work and all that drama and all the politics swirling around you at your job? It’s enough to drive you crazy, let alone enough to keep you from doing the one thing that’s most important to you: keeping in shape.
That’s why, it’s nice to know that some uncontrollable laughter here on Friday is the equivalent of ordering one of those stomach-electrode six-pack makers, which…in the end probably doesn’t do much more than fry the hair off your chest (if you have any, that is).
But ironically, today’s edition of “Words For Your Enjoyment” is about just that…fitness.
It was a day that will live in infamy, forever.
I was literally three minutes from my house when I decided that the best possible course of action for me and my creative lunchtime curse of MSG-fatigue (without eating any MSG of course) would be a trip to the local Starbucks Coffee where I could grab a drink that was as far from the original invention of coffee as it could ever be. You know, something with foam and sugar and chocolate covered coffee beans and fruit sorbet and the whole kitchen sink. I would walk right in there and sidle up to the counter and order my candy-coated coffee drink with enthusiasm.