The School of Sweat Hot – Now Enrolling
Hi. Remember me? I took a hiatus. I quit smoking on Oct 29th and went completely cuckoo bananas on food for the past few months (we’ll get to that at a later date). I’ve gained fifteen pounds. Fifteen pounds that I have absolutely no interest in. It’s not happy weight. And, with a new year,...
Hi. Remember me? I took a hiatus. I quit smoking on Oct 29th and went completely cuckoo bananas on food for the past few months (we’ll get to that at a later date). I’ve gained fifteen pounds. Fifteen pounds that I have absolutely no interest in. It’s not happy weight. And, with a new year,...
Downward Dog Style: The Warrior Dance
I was out last night with a friend who has recently gotten into yoga, and as a result, he has initiated his Sikh (a branch of Hinduism) girlfriend (who had never previously tried it–oh the slight irony). She joined us at one point and was discussing yoga, how she felt, what she did/didn’t like. She...
Miss BeFit: Robert Sullivan’s “Matters of the Heart”
Anybody who knows me quite well is aware that I spend a fair amount of my free time reading older issues of Vogue. As I prepare to move across town, I’ve been tearing out my favorite articles so I can chuck the rest of them (sob!). In the November 2011 issue I, again, came across...
Unbalanced: F**k ‘em
Two weeks in. I wasn’t entirely sure where I’d be at this point when I started. Well, maybe a better way to put it is I wasn’t sure where I’d be affected. Once I came to the conclusion I was going to take on this endeavor (and it be made public), I had no choice...
Downward Dog Style: Upward or Downward Spiral?
Ever notice how when you’re going through some sort of problem, experiencing some sort of trouble or crisis, everywhere you turn that trouble is like a burning light shining straight into your eyes. Every news story, magazine article, radio broadcast, every conversation overheard at work, in the grocery store, on the street. Friends bring it...
Miss BeFit: TrekDesk
In this day and age, we love to multitask and we love multitasking tools. Our phones are also our day planners, our iPads are also our books and our lipstick is also our lip gloss. I guess it was only a matter of time before our work place doubled as our gym. From what I’ve...
Downward Dog Style: Face of a Joke on the Body of a Truth
Ahhh, the adopted persona…everybody’s got some sort of shtick. Maybe you’re a “that’s what she said” guy or you make funny noises a lot to entertain people. You like to pull quarters out of people’s ears or can switch hit between foreign accents for hours on end. There are tons of occasions when the shtick...
Miss BeFit: Joie de Vivre
Before this morning, Pilates was, to me, just a lot of crunches with little pulses, or leg lifts with little pulses or arm circles with little pulses. I had done a couple Pilates DVDs, and, sure, I could feel the burn sometimes, but it didn’t interest me much. But when Ansley Watson, owner of Joie...
Unbalanced
Who am I? Sounds a bit like a bad acid trip, where one questions oneself down that infinite spiral of uncertainty and near insanity. But really, ‘Who am I?’ Does the answer lie with the many roles that I play: mother, wife, daughter, sister, business-woman, etc.; and if so, does pursuing the particular persona I...
Downward Dog Style: Is Ouija in Charge?
It’s newly twenty-twelve, and I am already sensing a trend for the year. Apparently, serious reflection is going to be the MO for the coming months. And I’m finding, in just less than thirty days, this modus operandi is slowly becoming a detriment to me. In other words, I’ve been handing out quite a self-inflicted...
Miss BeFit: Deserted Island Power Drinks
Deep in the mid-winter slump of January, let us create a hypothetical escape. If one Miss BeFit had to make her Stranded on an Island list of Top Five Beverages, she wouldn’t even need the last two slots after 1. Coffee. 2. Beer. 3. Water. No particular order. We at the base of the Rockies...
“I was told I would never walk again.”
Have you ever noticed how most of us think our problems are always way worse than everyone else’s—even though there’s millions of people out there who are poverty stricken, homeless and don’t have a thing, I think most of us tend to forget how much we really do have. And of course we’ve all heard...
