good energy in your step!

good energy in your step!

Yesterday at 4am, passionately doing a high-intensity, old school, punching grapevine with Billy Blanks, I heard an old command. But my brain translated his old command as something completely new. “Good energy in your step! Good energy in your step!”  As Billy exclaimed this, I didn’t think energy = calorie burning power! I thought energy(…)

oh!! what a fun night!!

oh!! what a fun night!!

Last night, six girlfriends raced against dramatically BUSY schedules to meet for a DIVINE dinner party, honouring the FABULOUS birthday girl, my dear BFF Rebecca. It felt like a scene from Sex & the City, actually: girls zooming from different ends of the globe, having just finished completely different, very important, very fabulous things, just to meet for girls’ night, the most(…)

cause you the boss!

cause you the boss!

“Be in control of your workout. Don’t let your workout be in control of you. Cause you the boss!” – Billy Blanks Oh my goodness, I’m coming off of the greatest workout high ever!!!!! And, no matter how many times I do these old school TaeBo videos, Billy Blanks alwaysssss makes me smile with his(…)

the fashion court

the fashion court

An avid collector of British Vogue, dating back to 2003, I’ve always used the hot cover models to inspire my purging of things that I don’t use, specifically of clothing. This month’s publication, perhaps the sexiest in its history, has helped, once again with my goal of purging untouched, unfashionable items occupying space and dust. Hurrah! Unfashionable, in my context, does(…)

opening day!

opening day!

Hi! Today marked commencement of the 2015 baseball season of the Pittsburgh Pirates! Hip hip hooray! I love baseball so much, and my time machine head fantasises about transporting to the 1940s where I’d play for the All-American Girls Professional Baseball League. Oh, goodness! I think I’ve just picked my  Halloween costume for this year! I’ll(…)

a modern translation of liz taylor’s hot tin roof do’

a modern translation of liz taylor’s hot tin roof do’

My longtime Sex and the City girlfriend Jillian recently created a blog about love, lust, and dating. And, I must say! It’s very interesting and eye-opening because although I’ve experienced my fair share of dates (years ago), the conventional dating world is something in which I don’t participate simply because I’m not interested in finding something (someone)(…)

the divine in me recognises the divine in you

the divine in me recognises the divine in you

Today, a gift of flowers filled my heart with thoughts of “namaste.” “The divine in me recognises the divine in you.” This is my literal, graceful, thoughtful translation of “namaste.” Everything on Earth is self-interpretive. As I fall deeper into my yoga practice, I become more enamoured with “namaste” each and every day. The thumbs(…)

tonight i cut my hair

tonight i cut my hair

:) Gwendolyn wasn’t so sure about the new look. But, she totally gave-in when I told her the mop is for donation to Pantene Beautiful Lengths for creation of a donation wig to someone who really needs it. This is the third wig that I’ve created in my lifetime. My grandmother. My great-aunt. My second-cousin.(…)

a peaceful body

It was like having cocktails with an old friend who, once upon a time, meant something significant, and still does, but only different, and this time, I knew it wasn’t just a reunion, but rather ’twas something wonderfully new. It was like that first date with a man who sets your brain afire after being(…)

marisa tomei

marisa tomei

“You look fantastic!… You’re the spitting image of Marisa Tomei at her Oscar acceptance for My Cousin Vinny!” OH. MY. GOODNESS.   When my very distinguished, fashionable, fabulously Vogue friend Lee exclaimed this last Friday, I was simply beside myself! She told me to Google the image of Ms. Tomei at the Oscars, and it was(…)

easter yoga :)

easter yoga :)

Oh my goodness! I intended for this Easter post to be strictly about chocolate bunnies, madonna bunnies, gwendolyn bunnies, and yoga, but as of 10 minutes ago, I must change the direction of my opener. I must tell you that I just bumped into my dear, very good friend of over a decade walking his two(…)

looking like a tight gymnast again

looking like a tight gymnast again

It’s a really exciting thing to look into the mirror and whisper, “wow” instead of, “blech” at your reflection. I did that last week. And, this morning, as I lay on my back doing sprint crunch twists with Billy Blanks, I watched every tight muscle in my bod from thighs to abs to arms and thought, “Oh my(…)

happy new year :)

happy new year :)

I love the first day of the month. It’s always like a mini New Year. And, for a girl who works best under strict systems, schedules, and rules, it’s a breath of fresh air after racing for the prior 30 days to accomplish something huge. Each month, I set a new goal. And this month, I’m getting(…)

recycling is good!

recycling is good!

I adore my Nespresso VertuoLine machine. My only suggestion is to increase the temperature of the coffee. This can be done mechanically or by sending me Kevin Costner as Dances with Wolves to make it for me. Why the latter? Because Kevin Costner as Dances with Wolves is the hottest fictional character ever to grace the silver(…)

an absolute reboot

an absolute reboot

When my dear girlfriend Candace exclaimed earlier this week, “Oh, dahling! You look simply exhausted!” I couldn’t help but to secretly smile because I interpreted her comment to mean, “Because your face looks bonier, you look tired.” Score. But then yesterday, when my eyes hurt so badly and I couldn’t get warm, I knew it was,(…)

irish yoga shenanigans

irish yoga shenanigans

Shenanigans is considered an Irish word, yes? So, in honour of St. Patrick’s Day, let’s please engage in some Irish YOGA shenanigans! You’ve guessed incorrectly, dear lads and lasses! I’d enjoyed absolutely nothing “fun” to drink when taking these yoga pictures despite my super smiley euphoric face. Then why, pray tell, do I look SOOOOO martini-happy? Because that’s precisely how I(…)

caramelizio

caramelizio

I adore it when Becky accuses me of sounding like a social worker because it’s reminder that I’m unwilling to affiliate with any formal school of thought, to be member of any political system, and to accept ideas other than my own. And yesterday happened to be one of those days. I told Becky about my morning(…)

gorgeous abs 1.2

gorgeous abs 1.2

Hi! A gorgeous, most magnificent, sunshiny week it’s been! The commencement of DST exists as prolifically significant to my life with the eating disorder. Extended sunshine meant longer exposure of unwanted fat to onlookers; meant feeling stale by seven o’clock when bright existed and I was drunk; meant plain and simple longing for that first dark, gloomy day(…)

fun with garlic and cucumber

fun with garlic and cucumber

Warm weather and flying on bicycles wearing short-short skirts by Drop of Mindfulness and graphic t-shirts saying things like, “Not Bossy The Boss” have me so excited for six weeks from now! Counting the days, I’m also bragging. Because winter’s almost done, and guess who didn’t get sick once! Knock on wood, my superstitious readers, but I(…)

a sex dream

Last night, I dreamt of sex. And rarely does that happen. The scene: a party at someone’s minimally fashionable apartment with a bunch of Pittsburgh Steelers and various uptown social people that I’ve known throughout my life. Dressed in a pretty, light-coloured sundress that tied around the neck, I completed the look with black bow pumps by Valentino.(…)

capitalist tofu at the co-op

capitalist tofu at the co-op

On Valentine’s Day, when I announced my spiritual enlightenment and divorcing of the eating disorder, I used the verbiage of “living in the raw essence of myself” to explain my new, glorious interaction with food. For the first time in 16 years, my heart moderated head and hands. Eating became thoughtful and kind, and the food(…)

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