September 3, 2010

The Fine Art of Bicycle Naming

It’s Friday and it’s time to have some fun!!! Speaking of fun, if you haven’t been reading Adventures in Tralaland, you should. Laura is a breathe of fresh air in the (sometimes stale) healthy living blogging community.  When Laura tweeted about naming her bicycle, I have to admit, I got a bit giddy. I love naming inanimate objects. It’s just…fun and not to mention fabulous! I sent Laura some suggestions, but as you’ll see there is an art to naming your things. I am happy to say, that my suggestion that Lady be a part of the name, did make the final cut.

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Why hello, A Healthy Fit readers!  My name is Laura and I blog about Caribbean living, styling, and exercising on Adventures in Tralaland. I’m glad that Angela is out having a blast.  I’ll bet she’s actually eating or drinking something delicious right now—so let’s all live vicariously through her.

I recently was bitten by bicycle fever.  It all started when I signed up for the annual Ride for Roswell bicycle ride, which raises money for cancer research at Roswell Park Cancer Institute in Buffalo, NY (my hometown).  I signed up on a team with my sisters and a bunch of friends, got all excited, hopped on a plane for my visit home…

Oh yeah, and then realized I hadn’t actually REALLY been on a bicycle in fifteen years.

However, after a few sessions in which my three sisters (all younger than me) delighted in showing their scaredy-cat older sister how to not fall off a bicycle, I could have sworn that I was born to cycle. During my loooong visit home,  I did plenty of bike rides with my chicas, rode ALL their bikes, and had a blast at the Ride for Roswell.  I had to be stopped from literally stealing their very foxy bikes and wept sad, miserable, pitiful tears when I had to return home to Trinidad and had to part from them–their bikes, I mean. (The sisters too.  Just a little, though).

When I got back to Trinidad, I decided to buy a bicycle, naturally.  I mean, I couldn’t just go around giving the jealous eye, and then the evil eye, to everyone I spotted on two wheels, and I was apparently chanting the word “bicycle”  in my sleep.  So I shopped around and, in typical silly and cheap Laura ways, I bought myself a brand-new bike, my first bike without training wheels!

Now, though, I had a quandary.  A bike is really, truly like a pet–you wouldn’t dream of having a nameless dog!  How would you relate?  How would  you cajole it into peeing where it should?  Ergo, this bike needed a name ASAP.

It really should have been easy to name it, because everything in my house has a name. E-book reader? Rita. Digital radio? Grace.  Jalapeno-flavored pretzels?  The Devil.

However, the bike needed to have the PERFECT name.  I reached out on Twitter, I harangued family members, I looked at baby name websites.

And once I had done that, I analyzed the bike.  You see, there are five key factors you need to carefully consider if you are to give your bike the name it really, truly deserves:

Is it male or female? This is the single most important factor, of course, and can be determined by its color and its temperament.  Mine is hot pink and suitably fiery of character.  This bike positively bites.  There’s no doubt it’s a lady.  In fact, it’s so feminine it might actually be a drag queen, but I’m scared of being bitten by it so I’ll speculate no further on the subject.

Is it a morning or night person? Mine loves its beauty sleep and does not appreciate glaring, hot sun, so it is not to be woken up until noon, at the earliest.  It would probably sleep until three or four pm, but I am constantly waking it up to look at it, mess with it, or ride it  (usually around 4:30 pm, when it starts to get bearable outside).

What would it wear? This bike takes my style cues like a little pro.  It would wear the brightest, loudest, most clashing prints.  It would have fairly big hair and it would be all about the headscarves in a Joan Holloway-kinda-way.  My bike really hates that I wear pants while I ride (well, so do I) and has given me seat malfunctions on more than one occasion to protest this state of wears.  Having said all that about the ultra-feminine bent of this bike, I don’t think it’s into extreme heels; it appreciates its own small stature and trades on “cute” rather than “attractive.”  This might be because it could be hiding the fact that it’s a drag queen–maybe.

What’s on its i-Pod? Ooooh, my bike’s soundtrack is definitely Slumdog Millionaire.  It loves anything Indian and I’ve had to ask it to turn down the bhangra/hip-hop mashups on more than one occasion.  It also appreciates dancehall and can do a semi-passable Jamaican impression, but only because, in its dreams, it wants to be Major Lazer’s girlfriend (insert MAJOR LAZER LINK ON MADDECENT:  http://majorlazer.com/)

Is it a cocktails, beer, or wine kind of bicycle? My bike knows only one word when we go to the bar:  margarita.  She nods when asked if she wants a salt rim with that.

Having done this, I weighed all my answers and my feedback.  After careful consultation with key individuals (um, Angela and my sister Ana), I was ready.  I went to the bike, sprinkled it with imaginary champagne, and christened it:

Lady Mehru!

Her foxy name is a nod to her ultrafeminine ways, lends itself to both adoring and cursing, positively screams Bollywood chic, and commands respect from all other bicycles it encounters. (And I think a drag queen would approve).

I think she really likes her name!  She just hopes she can add “Lazer” to the end of it someday.  I’m not about to burst her bubble about imaginary Jamaican superheroes, nor explain that superheroes don’t marry bikes, so I’ll just let her think what she will, as long as she keeps providing excellent rides in the tropical afternoon.

Do you name things like your bike or mixer or car? Do you consider Laura’s 5 key factors when naming objects? Are you gonna have some fun this Friday?

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September 1, 2010

“Take The Fifth” On Your Blog? Why Full Disclosure Is A More Loyal Friend.

While I am off galavanting in CA, my blends are going to be taking over some posts here at A Healthy Fit. First up is one of my favorite Golden Girls. She blogs over at I Dream of Greenie and is all around awesome. Her love of the 90s and 60 second dance breaks had me at hello. Her guest post today really hits home for me and is something that I am working on. I know that the trip I am on will be testing me and I am probably going to be reading this post a few times while I am away to remind me to keep it all in perspective. I hope that one day I can have the same view as Bess does in this post. Enough of my rambling, without further adieu…Bess!

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A few weeks ago, I decided my upcoming vacation was the perfect time to try out a rather unusual diet.

The see food diet is probably the only diet I wouldn’t consider a 4 letter word: I saw food and I ate it.

I struggled with posting the full disclosure version of my trip as well as the accompanying food porn pics, but ultimately I did. To borrow a phrase from Rachel, “sorry but I’m not sorry” that I didn’t feel an iota of guilt over enjoying every bite of crispy falafel, velvety chocolate hazelnut mousse pie, crispy fried green tomatoes and piping hot vegetable spring rolls.

And apart from walking up some monster hills, the only workout I got on those four days was of the fork to mouth variety.  But did my pants fit any tighter three days later? No. Did I have to get rolled out of San Francisco? No.  Did I eat nothing but steamed veggies and tofu for the following week? No.

I can’t tell you how many blog posts I’ve read where the author has one or two decadent meals and then assures their readers they will “get right back on track”.

Then, if they eat anything even remotely sinful over the next couple weeks, you will notice their pepper their daily eats play by plays with terms like “a bit of”, “sauce on the side” or “I tasted it.”

It isn’t my place to tell other people how to eat though it should be said that there is nothing wrong with enjoying your food and missing a couple workouts.

Also, need I remind you that it takes consuming roughly 3,500 calories more than you burn to gain a pound. Let’s break down 3,500 calories in terms of both gluttonous and “clean” foods:

  • 12 scoops Ben and Jerry’s Chubby Hubby ice cream
  • 11 margaritas
  • 7 jumbo bean and cheese burritos from Chipotle
  • 7 large fries from McDonald’s
  • 34 small baked sweet potatoes
  • 26 mangos
  • 23 cups edamame

Plus, when you choose to discuss your meals and fitness on a blog, you need to understand that people may view you as a pillar for good health and they may choose to emulate your lifestyle (and the last thing you want is to contribute to anybody’s self esteem issues or spark detrimental behaviors)

To this point, I am the first to offer that while I am a vegetable loving vegan who battled body demons in the past and is pretty active, I also make chocolate and margaritas a regular part of my diet. But I own that and never claim to have written the Holy Grail to good health.

Food guilt is a completely wasted emotion and you shouldn’t beat yourself up if you find yourself in a little workout rut and/or eat a decadent meal.

Plus, you’d be surprised to see how many of your readers are foodies and appreciate an honest recollection of your daily eats.

And by this same token, if you find you can’t seem to snap out of overly indulgent eating and/or no desire to work out, don’t take the fifth…BLOG IT OUT! Your readers make great allies and often have great tips. Don’t be afraid to own it!

Do you feel an obligation to only blog about your healthy eats?

How have readers/fellow bloggers helped you become more secure with your personal approach to health?

Do you ever compare yourself to other bloggers who are always blogging about their healthy eats and mega long runs?

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August 31, 2010

You win some, you lose some

Some days are just crappy. Yesterday at work was one of those days. I had a million things to do and there just wasn’t enough hours in the day. Then I came home to packing and another million things to do to get ready for our trip today.

Last week wasn’t much better. I came home and dropped my lunch bag on the ground resulting in the death of my most favorite mug.

I may try to glue it back together or I think they would make great bookends.

I also burnt my hand. Not fun. Not fun at all.

Sometimes when it feels like you are losing more than you are winning. You just need to stop and appreciate the funnier things in life. Things like this from You Will Bot Believe: Small Pursuits and your day just seems to brighten.

I think my favorites have to be Reclined Jabba and Half I am Your Father. These really brightened my craptastic day.

I hope your Tuesday is better than my Monday. At least I am now officially on vacation! I am visiting my BFF and meeting her kids for the first time (they are almost a year and a half old!) and then it’s wedding time! While I’m gone, some of my fav bloggers will be filling in for me, so don’t forget to stop by and show them some love in the comments section.

May the force be with you!

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August 30, 2010

How to NOT run a marathon: The click that changed my life

If you missed the prologue to this story, you can find it here.

So where were we? Running with dad….blah blah blah…going to college and missing organized sport….yada yada yada….oh yes! The night at the infamous Information Desk where one click changed my running life as I knew it!

Yes, working at the Information Desk was unstimulating to say the least. I had the night shift one night and was tooling around on the internet. Most likely I was avoiding getting some actual homework done.

Sidenote: At this time I was a part of the people behind the Wildflower Triathlon; A Tri-California volunteer. I was in charge of the volunteer committee this particular year. The year before I was part of the swim committee and it changed my life. Yes, this was during the time that Wildflower was synonymous with drunk college kids, but the drinking wasn’t what changed my life. It was the athletes. I remember watching them run through the finish shoot and I knew that I wanted to feel that sense of accomplishment. It gave me chills. I wanted to be an athlete again.

Back to the Information Desk.

I don’t remember why or how I got to the Los Angeles Marathon site, but there I was clicking on links and learning about the race. Something about the marathon intrigued me, I was drawn to it. I had never run one single race in my life before, but before I knew it I was on Active.com signing up to run the 2003 Los Angeles Marathon.

Yes, you read that right. I had never run a race before. Not a half marathon. Not a 10K. Not a 5K. Nothin’! Why I ever thought starting off my running career with a marathon was a good idea, I’m not sure. I think I wanted a challenge and a big one. I figured that ignorance was bliss. Lesson 1: Ignorance is stupid! Running a shorter race before you decide to run a marathon is a great idea.

Nevertheless, I was signed up for my first race. I was excited and ready to go. I didn’t have the faintest idea about how to run a marathon, so I started looking up training plans. Since I was a recreational runner at this time, I had no clue who Hal Higdon or Jeff Galloway was. I searched “marathon training schedule” and I went with the first plan that I found.  This would prove to be a mistake that would haunt me.

To be continued…

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August 27, 2010

You Gotta Own It!

I feel like I have owned up to things on this blog before and it’s time to do it again. You may have been seeing this Rachelism around the interwebs lately and it’s genius: Sorry I’m not sorry.

I feel like this past year has been a challenge for me, but a challenge in a good way. I have owned up to  hiding my disordered thoughts and eating for years. And you know what? After I started owning it, I could start changing it. Once I started changing it, I started feeling better about myself. So what more can I own and not be sorry about? Let me first declare the following (you know…to make it official):

Are you ready? Here we go!!!

The Professor has dubbed me with a couple cute little nicknames. Before you go and get all, “oooh ahhh, I just threw up in my mouth,” let me tell you what the nicknames are.I promise they are not flattering. And you know what? They are true. You know what else? I’m gonna own ‘em!

Nickname #1: Goldilocks

Owning Nickname #1: On the surface this could be cute. I mean Goldilocks is cute, with her blond hair and adorable dresses. So…why Goldilocks you ask? He proclaims that I declare everything either too hot or too cold. To hard or too soft. I’m too busy or too bored. It’s always all or nothing.

It’s not that I’m never content, it’s that I’m picky. Just like Sally Albright; I want it how I want it. I think I’m low maintenance, but I am high maintenance. Sorry I’m not sorry. I want my coffee/wine/house at a perfect temperature, I want my dressing on the side, and I want my meal at a restaurant appropriately timed. Deal with it!

Nickname #2: The Tornado

Owning Nickname #2: I’ve tried to deny this one, but it’s true. It’s soooo true. When I cook, I make a huge mess. I am in fact…the tornado. I think of cooking like I think of painting; my meal is my masterpiece. Just call me Jackson Pollack. Sorry I’m not sorry. Making a mess in the kitchen is fun for me. I can’t be all Holly Hospital Corners in the kitchen. I will make a mess and you may shudder, but once I’m done, I will (most likely) clean it up.

Here are some more things that you won’t find me apologizing for:

I don’t like Larabars. Sorry food bloggers. I think you are all crazy for going ga-ga over these. I just don’t get the appeal.

I am a Golden Girl and go to bed at 9pm during the week.

I don’t like yoga. I still try to force myself to do it, but why??? Life is too short to do things you don’t truly enjoy.

I love shoes. I’m not ashamed that around 50 pairs are in my closet. I will buy more. I do need them!

I spend way too much money on fitness DVD’s. Thank you very much, Amazon. Technically, right now they are “free” since I have a $1000 health and wellness bonus from work. My wallet thanks me for this.

I have an opinion and I’m not afraid to share it. If you don’t like that then you aren’t going to like me and guess what??? I probably don’t like you! Since I moved to CT, people I know have actually made me feel bad about being opinionated and have called me a bitch. I’m not a bitch. I am a loud, proud, strong woman. Sorry I’m not sorry!

Cheap, crappy, sugary frosting is my absolute favorite!

I like presents! I’m not going to pretend I don’t. They don’t have to be expensive, but I wouldn’t mind it if they were either. If it is a holiday where you give gifts or my birthday, I expect you to put thought in to my gift. I know when you don’t.

I hate those women who lose themselves when they get a boyfriend or have kids. I love my “me time.” Me time = workout time. The Professor knows that I cheat on him with the gym. I put myself first when it comes to workin’ on my fitness. I plan to put myself first if and when we have kids. If this makes me selfish, than so be it. Sorry I’m nost sorry. You are your own person first and foremost. If you’re not happy and content, then you can’t be good for your family.

I can’t carry a tune and I don’t care. If you tell me my singing sucks, I’ll just sing louder. And add in some killer dance moves!

So, there you have it. My un-sorry ass in a nutshell.

What are you not sorry for? Have you owned up to something recently, if so how has it changed you?

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August 25, 2010

How to NOT run a marathon: The Prologue

I sat down and started typing my “How to NOT run a marathon” post, but it started getting pretty long. I figured the best way to tell my story of how stupid I was while training for my first (and second) marathon, was to start at the beginning.

None of us just wake up a “runner,” we have some kind of journey that gets us there.

I never officially considered myself a “runner” before I started training for my first marathon, so without further adieu, here is my journey to the starting line.

Once upon a time, in a land not so far away, a journey to a marathon starting line took place…

My earliest memories of running began with my dad. When I was young, he would always go out for runs and come back sweaty. He would always try to give me a hug when he got back, but I would tell him, “No, you’re all greasy!” Sweaty = greasy to my 7 year-old self and it still does.

Along with coming back a drippy, sweaty mess, my dad would also come back with road-side “treasures.” Sometimes it was a soccer ball or a keychain and other times it was a lost dog. One time he found this super scary plastic spider. This spider became the main Halloween decoration in our home for many years; I think my dad still has this spider and it still scares the shit out of me. Yes, his runs always seemed to have a sense of adventure (and sweat) in my young eyes.

As I got older, I would try to keep up with my dad for a mile or two on his runs. On these runs he would teach me his rules of running:

  • Always run with your arms low and by your sides to conserve energy. Those people running with their arms up high, swinging feverishly were just fools.
  • The proper way to breath was in through my nose and out through my mouth.
  • A runners footsteps should not be heard. They should be able to sneak up on a cat while running.
  • Run agains traffic, not with it. That way you can see the cars coming at you and won’t get hit from behind.
  • When fitting your running shoes, you should have a thumbs space between your toe and the tip of your shoe.

At the end of our runs, I would always challenge my dad to race. He was so fast! He would always tease me a bit and keep up with me until the very end where he would sprint like the Roadrunner. I always dreamed of the day when I would be older so that I could be faster than him.

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My dad realized that I had some natural running talent and  always wanted me to join the cross country team when I was in high school. Alas, I was stubborn and snotty and told him that being involved in two sports (swimming & water polo) was enough. Running was fun and I was pretty good at it, but that was about as far as I went with it.

Fast forward to my college days. I wasn’t on any teams anymore and I was really missing being part of organized sports. I went to the gym and was a cardio queen because I equated lifting weights to my swimming days when I had shoulders of a linebacker.

At the start of my junior year, I decided that I was done with getting wasted from Wednesday through Sunday (2 years  of extremely hazy nights were enough)  and figured it was time to lose the Buddha booze belly.  I had gotten rid of some horrible friends from my freshman and sophomore year, had new totally awesome friends/roommates, was a chairperson for the Wildflower Triathlon…it was time to start fresh.

During this time, I worked at the Information Desk in my college union. My routine consisted of chatting with my co-workers, reading People and Maxim from cover to cover, and surfing the web.  Occasionally, I had to “work.” This  meant actually give out information (aka answering a moronic question) to visiting students and their parents. It was a pretty relaxed job…ok, it was down right mundane! Hey– it was better than my previous jobs of making sandwiches and smoothies. I either went to class smelling like mustard or had frozen yogurt residue on my arms. Yes, I know…I led such a glamorous life. I mean, who doesn’t want to smell Eau de Mustard and have arms that act like sticky notes to attract the fella’s ??? As you can tell, the Information Desk was a step up!

One fateful night at the Information Desk, my life changed. One click of a button on Active.com took me from “casual treadmill runner” to “marathoner!” To be continued…

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August 23, 2010

A Peachy Weekend

On Saturday, the Professor and I set out with some friends to go pickin’. Our last trip of blueberry pickin’ was successful, so this time we figured we would try for nectarines and peaches.

I am sad to report that the orchard was not as kind to us this trip. We really had to work to find enough ripe nectarines and peaches. We braved rows and rows of picked over trees, and even slipped on a few rotten peaches. We finally found enough fruit to call it a day and we worked up quite an appetite in the process. Of course this only meant one thing….cobbler had to be made!

The cobbler was pretty epic. It wasn’t the best cobbler I’ve ever made, but I am going to blame that on the missing baking soda. It was still super tasty and smelled divine. I don’t have any pics, so you’ll just have to trust me…it was delish!

We all pooled our fruit to make the cobbler, so the Professor and I were still able come home with some fruit for the week.

Here are the fruits of our labor:

Peachy keen, right???

Since we now have fresh peaches (and a few lone nectarines), it was time to use up some TJ’s peaches. I mean really, who want to eat peaches in syrup when you have the real deal?? I also needed to use up a ready to expire zucchini, so I decided to put my baking creativity to the test on a dreary and rainy Sunday.

Time for peach zucchini muffins!

I wanted to make some vegan muffins, so I combined a few different recipes and came up with my own little concoction.

Here’s the deets:

Preheat your oven to 350.

Mix the wet stuff:

  • ½ C sugar (I used Sugar in the Raw)
  • 1 ½ cup soy milk
  • 2 tsp flax
  • 2 tsp apple cider vinegar
  • 1 tsp vanilla

with the dry stuff:

  • 1 C unbleached flour
  • 1 C whole wheat flour
  • 2 tsp baking soda
  • 1 tsp baking powder
  • ½ tsp salt
  • 3 tsp cinnamon

then mix in:

  • 2 C chopped peaches
  • 2 C grated zucchini

Pour batter in to your muffin cups, or in this case silicone muffin cups and cook for 30-35 minutes.

Voila! Peach Zucchini Muffins!

I have to say, these turned out pretty good, but I would make a few changes. Here is what I would do differently the next time:

  • Use less cinnamon. Probably only 2 tsp instead of 3 tsp. Some nutmeg would have been good too.
  • Chop peaches into much smaller pieces or grate them. The chunks of peaches made the muffins fall apart when I took them out of the muffin cups.
  • Speaking of the silicone muffin cups…are you suppose to grease those and put flour in them? The muffins were a bit hard to get out and there were a few casualties.

All in all, I think I did pretty darn good with my free form recipe. I had enough zucchini left over to make peach-zucchini bread, but that loaf did not have a happy ending. I thought it was done, but when I turned the pan upside down to get the loaf out, tragedy struck.  It totally ripped apart revealing an ooey gooey (not cooked at all) center. Whoopsie! My first baking disaster. Dum. Dum. Dum. Another loaf bites the dust.

The good thing was that I still had enough zucchini (yeah, it was one huge zucchini) to make chocolate chip  zucchini bread. That, my friends, turned out amazing! I used a similar recipe to the zucchini bread I made a week ago, but I only used a 1/2 cup sugar and no applesauce. Why no applesauce? It seems the Professor ate it all. I seriously don’t know when he has the time to clean out the fridge. It must be while I’m sleeping. I never even saw him eat the applesauce. Oh well. This loaf was cooked to perfection!

We have enough muffins, bread, peaches, and nectarines to last us a lifetime. Or maybe a week. Or maybe 3 days. It all depends how hungry the Professor gets.

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August 20, 2010

P is for Pancakes…and Prince?

I know when most people think pancakes they think maple syrup or Sunday morning breakfast or griddle. When I think of pancakes, I think of Prince. What?? Yes. Prince. As in the singer formally known as a symbol. Why is my word association so wacky? Let’s just blame it on Dave Chappelle.

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Seriously, I can’t even think about pancakes without thinking of this Dave Chappelle skit where he dresses up as Prince and challenges Charlie Murphy to a basketball game of shirts vs blouses. Classic, just classic.

Actually for the longest time, I associated pancakes as an off limit food. It was a “bad” breakfast choice.

When I told my nutritionist that I tried mac & cheese again for the first time in just under a decade, she figured I was ready to try other “bad”, “trigger”, “off-limit”–whatever you want to call them foods on my list. The next food that we decided I would challenge myself with was…..(you guessed it) pancakes!

I loved pancakes as a kid. I would actually lick the bowl clean because I loved the batter so much. My Mamacita was always dismayed at the fact that I did that. It does sound pretty gross now that I think about it.

As I got older I never binged, I never purged on fluffy flapjacks, but somewhere along my disordered lines I just started associating pancakes with a food that made one fat. The last time I made pancakes was last year in June after a 5K that I did. I made them for our house guests and ate maybe 2 bites. Before those last two bites over a year ago, I have no clue when the last time was that I ate a full pancake. Sad. Really sad for the Professor.

Last weekend I got to work on confronting my pancake fear. The Professor and I had planned to make pancakes on Sunday. We ended up drinking a tad bit too much and even though some brilliant ideas were born, we were unable to drive home. I told my friends that we had to have pancakes for breakfast!!! Of course, they were down…and make pancakes we did!

We made just a basic recipe and I topped my with some 0% fage, almond butter, and fresh nectarines and blueberries. I have to say, my favorite part was the greek yogurt and berries. I think I don’t really like pancakes. Either that or I just need a better recipe. I mean, they were good, but I wasn’t super duper excited that I had them. The thought of pancakes (and Prince) just do so much more for me than the real deal.

Second food challenge down! Next up frozen yogurt, bagels, and french toast! I’m on my way to a normal relationship with food, one little challenge at a time.

Got any good pancake recipes? Any good french toast recipes? Send them my way!

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August 19, 2010

Posting to Plug

I know, I know!! I said I said I wasn’t going to post every day, but I just had to!

My fellow Holla Back lady, Elizabeth from It’s a Jogger’s Life, just filled us in on a secret little blog that she has started. It has existed for almost a year and here is what Elizabeth had to say about it:

…people can anonymously write a “Dear Body” letter and have it posted to the website.  The goal is to sayall of the things that you’ve wanted to say to your body but nevercould vocally express.  It’s sort of meant to act as a “purge” of sorts…

Since starting the site, I’ve received almost 1,000 letters
(most of which are not even posted yet), and nearly every one of the letters makes me cry.  The state of most womens’ body image is horrifying, and I am hopefully helping a few to begin healing through the site.

If you have not gone to Letters to My Body before, than today is the day! I haven’t had time to read through all of it, but what I have seen is amazing and emotional. A big thanks to Elizabeth for sharing what she started!

In other (shameful plug) news, I was featured on Healthy Living Blogs yesterday. Go check it out for my post on what health means to me.

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August 18, 2010

Good Vibes

Ever since I went to the Core Fusion class that Dori set up for us, I have been craving that live Core Fusion experience. I have considered moving to NYC, but since I fear the Professor would get pretty lonely without me and rent in the city is astronomically high, I guess that isn’t a realistic possibility.

Yes, I do own 3 of the Core Fusion DVDs and these are great, but they really aren’t like a live class. So what is a Core Fusion junkie to do???

This is where the amazing website Yoga Vibes comes to the rescue!

Yoga Vibes is an awesome resource on the web for yoga and wait for it….Core Fusion classes!! Wahoo! Currently, they feature 3 Core Fusion options: Yoga, Sport, and original gangsta Core Fusion.

Let me tell you, these yoga vibes classes are the real deal. It is just like being at Exhale.

If you’re interested in trying it out use this coupon code during your check out process: 455842 . It is  good for one full-length class in the next 30 days.

I received this offer after I purchased their deal of $20/month for 5 classes of unlimited use. P.S. I’m not receiving anything for giving you this coupon code.

If you are curious about Core Fusion, definitely take advantage of the deal…I mean it’s free. Who doesn’t like free?!? Then you can tell if you like it and if it’s worth the $20/a month. I think Rachel is still offering a coupon for 20% off one of their classes packages. Get on it!!! Your abs, arms, thighs, and glutes will thank you or hate you, which is the same as thanking you. Right?

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