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(…)

a brief history of what we watched this week and selfies :)

a brief history of what we watched this week and selfies :)

Hi! It’s me and my movie buddy! We did our film-school homework this week, viewing a few Academy Award winners as announced last Sunday. Birdman or (The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance): “A washed-up actor, who once played an iconic superhero, battles his ego and attempts to recover his family, his career and himself in the(…)

twisting my waist at 2am

My body feels amazing!!!!! (says the romantic in me). My body exists in a grand state of euphoria! (says the rational thinker in me). Note the reduction of exclamation points in version two, hehe. And, regardless of the version that I pick, both conditions describe the same thing: my body, brain included, in its present condition, after completion(…)

better than green tea

better than green tea

I am writing this blog post at two o’clock in the morning, from a super zen place. Having just finished a yoga practice, my weekend is concluding, and I’d like to tell you about it. We did absolutely positively nothing. This is very uncommon and therefore newsworthy. After writing and publishing “bc what’s a week(…)

bc what’s a week without seeing a picture…

bc what’s a week without seeing a picture…

of my body? of my food? of my dog? ;) In all seriousness and joviality, I am so very super excited to report about my week of living in the raw essence of myself. Saturday was a huge turning point for me, awakening without the connection to food obsession. For the first day in 16(…)

unofficially human

unofficially human

Last week, Gwendolyn failed her exam for Therapy Dog Certification. And I’m the proudest mommy ever! Why the failure? Officially, she wouldn’t do the down stay. Unofficially, she would do things only HER way. I should have have predicted it. From the moment that we entered the examination room, something seemed off. We felt like outsiders paying for credentials(…)

sparkle

sparkle

Valentine’s Day marks my anniversary with the eating disorder. It was the fourteenth of February of nineteen ninety nine when I started THE diet that took me to 89 pounds, crossing the line to bulimia just six months later, lasting another eleven years plus five more of very disordered consumption behaviours. And yesterday? On my(…)

will you be my valentine?

will you be my valentine?

My dog said yes, just before sunrise. Then we delivered a pressie to mommy. All mommies deserve pressies on the day characterised by hearts. Decorating a Whole Foods lunch bag with stickers and ribbon, the wrapping existed as 100% recycled. Well, sort of. The French stickers were sitting idly in my craft box.  So we’ll call them recycled. :) Whipped shea(…)

the greatest love letter i’ve ever received

Dear Nicole and Gwendolyn, Thanks for your blog. Thanks for bringing a glimmer of hope into the lives of many ed sufferers. And thanks for sharing your (impeccable) taste in fashion and your awesome healthy life with us all. I’m Augustina. I’m 30 years old. I love fashion and especially Christian Louboutin shoes. I have(…)

cool cauliflower

cool cauliflower

Zooming through Whole Foods yesterday with tofu burrito and organic mango in-hand, I headed to the frozen produce section to fetch Gwendolyn’s organic broccoli when something divine caught my eye! Cool Cauliflower. How could this gorgeous package NOT grab one’s attention? I’d never spied it before despite visiting the frozen produce case almost daily, but it was VERY pretty, and I(…)

what i ate on my birthday

what i ate on my birthday

Rising from my slumber, I drank two big glasses of water. Delicious! Followed by Nespresso. And green juice. I simply adore observing natural, real food separation, a visual reminder that zero additives exist in this gorgeous piece of art. It resembles an ocean and its floor! Co-op coffee :) … it was freeeeeeezing yesterday, and(…)

how to celebrate the day before your birthday

how to celebrate the day before your birthday

Rule # 1: Permit your dog to pretend that it’s the day before HER birthday!!!!!!!!! Rule # 2: Have as much fun as humanly possible. :) And that we did. It began with a breakfast. Please note, the cute paw. And, the Whole Foods bag of delicious things. Inspector Gwendolyn checking it out, before arrival of the guests. More(…)

tropical day and my tiny fish shorts

tropical day and my tiny fish shorts

The funniest thing happened the other day! My entire day went tropical. This is hilarious and ironic because I’m usually super excited for parka season, even before the first autumn leaf falls. Tropical Day began when my brain thought of bikinis. Even though I can’t swim (yet), after publishing my bikini picture, I wanted to swim in the salty(…)

#GoRed

#GoRed

I never expected to share these body pictures with anyone but Becky, BUT when Mr. Bicycle asked if I knew that today is National Wear Red Day for Women’s Heart Disease Awareness, I just had to move forward, eyes wide shut. Yes, it’s totally Toothpaste-On-The-Faucet-And-Mirror-Day, too, because tomorrow is cleaning day, and the perfectionist in me is required(…)

gorgeous abs

gorgeous abs

Two periods of my life featured the most gorgeous of abdominals. Here’s me, in a bikini, July 2011. This was one year after I quit eleven years with bulimia, and boy oh boy, did I think I looked great! My diet? Kind bar for breakfast. Two dirty gins for lunch. A bottle of wine and sushi for(…)

How do I write this book?

I became friends with the sexiest tattoo guy at Whole Foods sometime last summer. He’s an artist. Photographer. A really nice, smart person. Literally, during our first conversation, something that started as about tofu burritos, I divulged about my blog, my former state of bulimia, and my compulsive behaviours and of how shopping for singular meals(…)

east end food co-op

east end food co-op

I originally titled this article, “socialist grocery shopping,” but that would make me a complete and utter bad person, because, as you know, I denounce socialism and would therefore be poking fun at the most wonderful member-owned business that I experienced yesterday: East End Food Co-op. Gosh, it was just so heavenly and pure, and my(…)

like elegant straps of a valentino dress

like elegant straps of a valentino dress

Decorated in ginger, last week was simply gorgeous! After announcing my intent to incorporate ginger into my diet, daily, for its medicinal properties, my girlfriends went ginger-wild, too! All day long! Receiving messages galore, I knew when they planned to take their ginger, about the size of their ginger, about their husbands joining in, too, and about how(…)

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