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(…)

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(…)

Raw Foodism

Raw Foodism

Watching Ashton Kutcher as an older Steve Jobs pulling organic vegetables from the dirt was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever observed in my life. Mind you, I don’t find men attractive on the merits of appearance alone. He must have an interesting brain, too. And Steve Jobs was the man of men! I imagine(…)

Our Whirlwind Trip to Chicago

Our Whirlwind Trip to Chicago

I needed to give someone a flower. An elegant, long-stemmed, simple, clean, classy, no frills flower. And because I couldn’t trust someone to deliver it under those specific conditions, I drove to Chicago and presented it myself. Last minute. Saturday morning. Without rhyme, reason only to deliver the flower. So after a deluxe yoga practice, we arrived at Whole Foods(…)

The mediator between head and hands must be the heart

Metropolis, a 1927 film by Fritz Lang, simply blew blew me away. Depicting a futuristic society, in the NOW not-so-far-away year of 2027, Metropolis portraits the division between “working class” and “company leadership.” A very dramatic window into the struggles between both groups of humans, this silent film is brilliant! The world is a “company” in which everyone works for the(…)

Treating People with Kindness

We all have sharp memories of when something became significant. This pertains to the significance of people, of animals, of places, of philosophies, and of ideas. And for the purpose of this article, this pertains to the origin of behaviours as related to kindness. It was a great family vacation. Riding along in the backseat of our Dodge caravan, reading(…)

Float

Float

Today I want to float. To chill out. To smile. So I’m scrapping the scheduled “Hamburger Helper and Margaritas: A Good Pairing?” to share a darling message received from a dear friend and absolute treasure. She wrote, “Message inside my Dove dark chocolate square…thought you would loove this as much as I did!! Delicious chocolate(…)

The Handsome Man at Yoga

Yoga is not a sexual thing for me. When I’m practicing, there’s sweat, wardrobe malfunction, and guest appearance of my big curly head of hair. But this doesn’t suggest I’m averse to practicing beside a handsome man. In fact, that’s what I secretly love about a formal class. The cute man next to me. There’s(…)

Letter From a Friend

Today I share a letter from a friend. From a reader! From someone who strives to look perfect in her jeans whilst loving her food. She’s gracefully touched my heart, reinforcing that my blog is a safe place to discuss health outside of the box. And I’m so proud to share her letter with you!(…)

Independent Eater

Lusting after the Benz G-class, practicing yoga to rap music, and rejecting much about Webster (the dictionary, not the funny guy from the 80s), places me into the for-sure category of loving “Benz on a Budget, Angling for Youngsters” in Sunday’s New York Times. Why? Because it’s helped to Un-Define my diet. Describing the new CLA250(…)

Daydreaming is Good

In the middle of the night, I close my eyes. Thinking of nice things, of things that make me happy, my brain exists in a divine state of restful pleasure. I’ve historically done this, but with my refreshed yoga practice, the thoughts are prettier. Lighter. Softer. These daydreams, morphing into a few hours of sleeping dreams, create(…)

Yoga Makes Me See The Hearts Again

Yoga Makes Me See The Hearts Again

A heart formed in my tea on Sunday. Served by mother, this lovely cup prompted warmth and a smile. It’s been a long time since I’ve been open to seeing random hearts. The last time happened after a yoga practice in 2011. I saw it in my Ketchup. A heart, always present in the upper(…)

The Flexible One

The Flexible One

Chop chop chop! These words best describe my days. One appointment to the next. Heart beats ferociously. I race against my very rigid schedule. The other day, Becky observed that my cheeks were hotter than coals in hell. Mind you, we were outside in very cold temperatures, and I explained that I was racing against(…)

Have A Very Good Day, Namaste!

Have A Very Good Day, Namaste!

All animals should be treated with dignity and respect. That’s my philosophy. But, it seems, according to The Huffington Post, that certain animals are predisposed to extinction because they’re “not cute and fuzzy.” Environmental preservation donations are rather allotted to society’s “favourite” animals such as giant pandas and elephants. So, this has created a new obsession(…)

Space

Space

Have you ever felt contained by your skin? Imprisoned by the space that is yours? You want to lose weight, but the body doesn’t budge? You want to silence bad thoughts, but the brain chugs on? You want to change something, anything, but you are trapped? Is your life Groundhog Day starring Bill Murray? This(…)

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