my biggest health secret, revealed!!

my biggest health secret, revealed!!

I haven’t been sick since 2010, the experimental group being removal of dairy from my diet. Mind you, during those five years of non-sickness, each winter, I’ve lost my voice for an entire week, normally twice annually. And although this wasn’t “sickness” in my book, I consider loss of voice to be evidence that my(…)

bulimia business

Yesterday morning, I cried. Rushing in my direction, a thin version of Jennifer Hudson’s Sex and the City character looked disheveled and exhilarated at the same time. I asked her, “What kind of fun did you have this time?” (during our last early morning encounter, she was returning from a bachelorette party, how fun!). This time(…)

how to give with your mouth?

how to give with your mouth?

That is the question. And, it’s quite simple, actually. One must harvest an insatiable desire to give! That’s so VERY me. And one must WANT chips! That’s so NOT me. Except it was, on Martin Luther King Jr., Day. Four days ago. In accordance with my very off-the-wall chip craving, I wanted EVERYTHING Mexican. Chips!, salsa!, guacamole!, and, most notably, MARGARITAS.(…)

If you could do whatever you wanted for 24 hours, what would you do?

3am, awaken from luxurious slumber, snuggling with doggie, resting upon freshly laundered, high thread counted sheets, covered by gorgeous faux fur blankies! tell doggie that you love her so much that your love’s equivalent to the distance from her left floppy ear all the way to eternity, and observe as she doesn’t listen and rather continues snoring(…)

a wheat affair (and ending it)

At yesterday’s bloggie, I invited readers to discuss their personal food stories. And boy oh boy! Did the results please me so! Particularly, a friend named Sherrie offered one of the most beautiful comments that I’ve ever received. Compelling, not just because she’s a friend, Sherrie’s offering demonstrated that my blog affects more than just the teenager suffering from anorexia, more than(…)

psychology of food

psychology of food

“How did your eating habits start? How do outside influences affect someone’s eating habits?” – Student of psychology who is studying my blog. I’ll start this post by defining that I do not consider the brain and its activity to be a science separate from the science of the remainder of the physical body. The brain is not(…)

bill cosby

bill cosby

For the longest time, Atlas Shrugged, the 35th anniversary edition, sat upon my bookshelf. It was gifted by a man whom I dated for a hot minute. It took so long for me to begin reading, because the cover was SO ugly. What would I, a girly girl, want with a book featuring a naked golden man(…)

happy yoga saturday

I couldn’t make this up if I tried. At exactly 6:15am, I heard someone shake from her luxurious spot in the bedroom, jumping to the ground, trotting into my yoga studio, standing on the mat beside me, doing a plank beside my plank, our bodies perfectly parallel. I held the plank for as long as(…)

the excitement of enzymes!!

the excitement of enzymes!!

I get so excited over enzymes. And, of course, I have an enzyme story for you! But first, let’s start with a picture of my New Year’s refrigerator. Everything is mine except for the coconut creamer (that’s for when mother visits!) and the raw meat (that belongs to her royal majesty Gwendolyn). And here’s a picture of(…)

My dog is going to be a therapy dog!

My dog is going to be a therapy dog!

Oh! I am just the proudest mommy on Earth today! Gwendolyn completed her first therapy dog practice test at the Misty Pines Dog Company. And, she performed wonderfully! Perfectly! So sweet, loving, and disciplined. It’s not a secret that I bring my dog to places where dogs generally aren’t allowed to be. Boutiques, restaurants, even Target! Ha(…)

miss martini

miss martini

On Saturday evening, we bumped into our dear friend Bataille. The last we’d socialised, I was coming off of my 30-day alcohol fast, preparing to reenter the world of martini heaven! So, as we talked, walked, and ventured to the wine store for some delicious spirits, I exclaimed, “Bataille! I simply cannot believe I was a daily drinker! How(…)

High Class Hippie

A few weeks ago, my sister called me a High Class Hippie. Specifically, she offered, “Nikki, you should write ‘Peace’ on your Christmas cards because you’re such a High Class Hippie.” It made me laugh because she reads me better than anyone on Earth. And yes, she’s the only human with established rights to address me as “Nikki.” So why(…)

Thanksgiving

He stood looking at the portrait of Nat Taggart on the wall of her office – the portrait of a young man with a lifted head – until she returned, bringing a bottle of brandy and two glasses. He filled the glasses in silence. “You know, Dagny, Thanksgiving was a holiday established by productive people(…)

The Armstrong Lie and Kathryn Budig’s Body

The Armstrong Lie and Kathryn Budig’s Body

“I love beating people.” – Lance Armstrong. Hitting me like a rock of familiarity, this statement by Lance Armstrong is my greatest takeaway from “The Armstrong Lie,” a documentary about Lance’s great comeback to cycling, his doping scandal, and his eventual confession. And, in response, I could think of none other than Kathryn Budig and my absolute(…)

No Alcohol. One Month.

The most amazing present ever given happened in Atlas Shrugged. “She brought out the bracelet of Rearden Metal. She extended it to him without a word, looking straight at him, the green-blue chain glittering across her palm. Holding her glance, he clasped the bracelet on her wrist. In the moment when the clasp clicked shut(…)

National Sandwich Month:)

National Sandwich Month:)

I lust after very few things. For two years, it was yoga. For my whole life, it was to control my body. And, for the past year, it’s been to ride my bicycle to Whole Foods. In all three scenarios, I had no plan because I didn’t think it was achievable. I simply fantasised. And(…)

Big Macs and Milkshakes

There’s a guy who comes to the city each morning from his farm. He does some sort of maintenance work. And he’s pretty fucking bananas. Also one of the kindest guys I’ve ever met. Always pets my dogs. Remembers their names. Totally makes me smile. Each time that we’ve crossed paths, he’s told me that(…)

My Little Black Dress

My Little Black Dress

It’s not even black. It’s grey, becoming my little black dress because it fit for every occasion. Planning, not required. Throw it on. Look sophisticated! But there’s a snafu. I’d nearly written off the dress as something that would never be again. It hasn’t zipped since the eleventh day of June of 2012. Because I lost my yoga(…)

Dead on Balls Accurate

Have you ever felt a little misunderstood, wasteful, lost even for having a passion that everyone on planet Earth loves but you do it differently becoming typecast as the trouble maker, the weird one, as the one who can’t play in the sandbox because everyone knows you’d rather play on the beach doing handstands with martinis and your(…)

Go!

Go!

Entering the gorgeous trail system of Sewickley Heights, Pennsylvania on the sunny day of yester, we were greeted by handsomely compelling equestrians, their horses, and dog! Waiting until they’d traveled just far enough, we captured two quick photographs of the picturesque team, sweetie pie dog and wagging tail barely visible, yet present and adorable. And oh goodness! The men were so attractive!(…)

Take Me Out to the Ballgame

Take Me Out to the Ballgame

Did you read my last post? The one documenting my Bulimic finale? Did you ask, “Who was that girl?” Because I sure as heck did! I cannot remember her. Yet she was me. Publishing Cold Turkey, just two days ago, my intention was to demonstrate that in order for me to thrive, I must eliminate(…)

Cold Turkey

Having blackened out the prior evening, we awoke at 4:45am. Ready for a gorgeous five-mile session to clean our minds, to lighten our souls, the stage was set to super healthy. A healthy holiday it would be! Gwendolyn, trotting alongside, beautiful, soft ears flopping in the cool morning air, wagged her curly tail at the slightest(…)

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