Sparkling Water

Sparkling Water

As green leaves turned crimson and warm temps turned chilly this time last year, my morning ritual involved my dog, Diet Dr. Pepper, and the Powerball. Then, in December, I did my first juice cleanse, albeit just three days; but it caused me to dislike soda from that point forward. This lifelong diet soda girl suddenly wanted fresh,(…)

The Sweetest Weekend Ever

The Sweetest Weekend Ever

Shopping for chocolate at Larry’s. Shopping for chocolate at Sinful Sweets. Meeting my nephew:) Chilling with my sister. And mommy:) Kissy kissies. Starbucks. And shopping. “MOM why are we HERE on a Saturday night?!” :) Because you wanted a new blankie, Gwendolyn! Saturday night autumn outfit. Size 2 petite suede skirt, Banana Republic 2012. “Put(…)

Yoga After Riding a Bicycle

Yoga After Riding a Bicycle

Downward Facing Dog. Inhale, left leg high. Exhale, draw left knee to chin, pushing floor away with hands. Step left foot through arms, taking deep lunge, arching backward. Runner’s lunge, projecting heart forward, back straight, left hip pulling back, right hip rotating forward. Bow head, giving thanks to something, anything! Push through to hanuman. Bend right knee to work right(…)

The Alcohol Experiment

The Alcohol Experiment

I have been fantasizing. About riding my bicycle to mountaintops. About skiing the Alps. About reading books and watching movies recommended by wise, fine girlfriends. But most passionately, I have been fantasizing about October 12. The day when I shall wear this dress. And these pumps. And nothing else, aside from lipstick and mascara. Extending a(…)

Posing Nude in a National Magazine: A Review of Heft on Wheels

What a cool book! Of all the stories on “eating disorders” that I’ve read, skimmed, or at which I’ve rolled my eyes (2 out of the 3 in most cases) during the last 15 years (and I quote “eating disorder” in smart aleck alignment with my philosophy that such “diseases” are not diseases but rather very(…)

Lap 5

Lap 5

Done! The route? See National Sandwich Month:) and dinner.movie.yoga.nomartini:). How funny that on both occasions when I wrote about the fabulous lap around town, smiley faces served as punctuation in blog post titles. What a damn fab lap! And this morning, it almost didn’t happen. Emerging from our apartment around the six thirty hour, we bumped into Gwendolyn’s(…)

dinner.movie.yoga.nomartini:)

dinner.movie.yoga.nomartini:)

That was last night’s status message. Twenty-four hours later, it’s the same thing minus yoga add Sex and the City season one. It’s playing in the background as I type this. “Cupid has flown the co-op.” :) So what the hell does a girl do when there’s no martini at midnight? The answer is EVERYTHING. I haven’t(…)

No Alcohol. One Month.

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(…)

What I Ate Wednesday

What I Ate Wednesday

“Contradictions do not exist. Whenever you think that you are facing a contradiction, check your premises. You will find that one of them is wrong.” – (Atlas Shrugged, P. 199). These words, spoken by Francisco d’Anconia to Dagny Taggart apply to my food consumption and resulting body. Just like Dagny couldn’t understand why Francisco lived differently(…)

The New Savasana

The New Savasana

Last night I totally giggled. Recently noticing a dramatic shift in my patterns of exercising, eating, and purging (of stuff that I don’t need or want), last night the shift realisation occurred specifically with savasana. For those of you who don’t know, savasana, otherwise known as “dead man’s pose” otherwise known as “corpse pose,” exists at yoga(…)

Does your movie suck? Or is it amazing?

“No,” Yoga Girl said. “Why not?” Mr. Bikram replied. “Because it doesn’t sound like fun.” “Come on. You won’t get your lululemons dirty.” “No.” “You can bring your dog.” “I only want to do what I want to do. And I shall not do that.” “VIOLET.” “What does violet mean?” “Watch the movie. Willy Wonka.” “No,(…)

Fortune Cookie

Fortune Cookie

A gentleman pal messaged me with the image of his fortune: I replied, “Love it:)” He answered, “I knew you would, you love all good things.” Such a lovely thing to read! And he’s totally right. I think the fortune is, too. Have a good day, and namaste. :)

Date Night with my DOG!!

Date Night with my DOG!!

The Plan 5pm – 6:30pm, ride bicycle, allowing dog to primp for big night out. 7pm – 9pm, Nordstrom for new dress and hot black pumps for upcoming girls’ night out. 9:30pm, martini at favourite sashimi restaurant. Get picture of dog sitting with martini. Order sashimi to go. 11pm, a glass of red!, sashimi!, Cheers(…)

Brönte, Boys, and Bicycles

When a favourite of my Sewickley girls Facebook-tagged me in the “Name Your Top 10 Books” post, I was thrilled! And flattered! When I think of this girl, I think, “Brönte, Boys, and Bicycles,” as they’re our three super common grounds. Our upcoming martini date will be so exciting, filled with smart conversation! And she’s a dog(…)

I Like Strong Things

I Like Strong Things

Strong minds. Strong principles. And for the purpose of today’s blog, in honour of Atlas Shrugged Day, strong drinks. Something about a strong drink is powerful and attractive because it just makes my mind super happy. I probably started this way of drink under the assumption that stronger alcohol meant less alcohol therefore less calories(…)

Strangers in the Dark

Strangers in the Dark

A comment at Tune-Up For a Girly Girl made me LOL because it was cute. Snarky, but cute. But then it really made me think! “What an exciting holiday weekend! You and all your friends! Booze and strangers!” Strangers. It’s true. Most of my interaction is with strangers. Even the parking fellow who calls me Little(…)

Tune-Up For a Girly Girl

Tune-Up For a Girly Girl

Six week ago, my flame for bicycling lit at a most unexpected time! Two weeks later, the flame continued growing excitedly without end in sight. I became committed. Addicted. And gosh damnit! That meant I’d need a tune-up. Tune-ups might be easy for your regular yoga bicycle girl. I’m not ‘regular’ anything. Three years since purchasing this pretty bicycle, with(…)

The wisest thing I’ve ever read that I didn’t figure out on my own first

I adore reading stuff by my favourite thinkers: Ayn Rand, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Mahatma Gandhi, Oscar Wilde; because their thoughts are not something new, something Earth-shattering. Their thoughts are reinforcement of my value system. So today I shall tell you about something different, about something that caught me by surprise, opening my eyes to the sun! I(…)

Did you know?

Did you know?

… that the smiley emoticon was born at Carnegie Mellon University in 1982? And I was just miles away in my bassinet? ;) Therefore, I want to use it, heavily, since it’s so close to home. And it’s interesting because nowadays, I feel like my face is that simple plain straight forward smiley emoticon. My(…)

Is Yoga a Sport?

As tight-bodied gymnasts flooded Pittsburgh last weekend for the P&G Gymnastics Championships, I recalled the debate at Dead on Balls Accurate, that pertaining to yoga and its classification of sport or not. The gymnasts were certainly athletes participating in a sport, based on the formal language as set forth by Webster, as big bad Webster says that competition must(…)

So Zen

So Zen

“You love Ayn Rand and practice yoga? Isn’t that a contradiction?” A guy on OkCupid emailed this, maybe a year ago. And I never replied to his great question because I didn’t know how to reply. I mean, I know that thinking rationally is the only way that my brain works; and I know that black(…)

Eka Pada Viparita Dandasana II

Eka Pada Viparita Dandasana II

It’s my new challenge pose. And I’ll be there by Christmas. But it goes deeper than that. After getting kicked out of my second yoga school, I set to perform all of the postures in B.K.S. Iyengar’s ‘Light on Yoga.’ This damn book. The yoga pro would start with backbends! And guess what, I could not reach my leg.(…)

Nine Percent

“‘Why should you care about the others?’ ‘Because I like to understand things, and there’s something about people that I can’t understand.’ ‘What?’ ‘Well, I’ve always been unpopular in school and it didn’t bother me, but now I’ve discovered the reason. It’s an impossible kind of reason. They dislike me, not because I do things(…)