In April I had the opportunity to speak at a Women's Business Network breakfast, and I spoke about a topic that I deem extremely important. Read on to find out how to start listening to the language of your body. Your body is great. I’ve said this before in another…
I love treating runners. I love, love, love it. Not because I’m a runner myself, and not just because runners tend to be concerned for their own health and well-being (although I do love that about them). Runners are a cohort of people that have an energy all unto themselves,…
I’m on a mission to “create space” in my head. That was part of my homework when I had my nutritional consult recently, and I’ve been searching for it ever since. Meditation is the obvious choice for opening the mind, but meditation, it should be said, is like stabbing myself…
I’m standing naked in front of my full-length mirror. This is my exercise in exiting my comfort zone today, and boy, is it ever working. Having grown up in a rather liberated household, I’ve always been comfortable disrobing in front of others in a changeroom, or around family. Disrobing in…
I’m staring at my feet. I’ve been staring at my feet for the last two minutes, trying not to distract myself. My feet are planted into my vibrant purple yoga mat. My knees are bent just a little, and my upper body is flopped over, my arms hanging down by…
Last night, I laced up my new sneakers and went for my first run of the season. Here’s a snippet of my inner monologue: Oh wow. Amazing. These shoes feel so comfy; I can’t wait to tackle this run! Ugh. Definitely not moving as well as I did the last…
I’m healing this week, from a bit of a wounded pride. I have tried and failed to do at least 4 fitness shows. I did succeeded once, but in hindsight, I feel like I might have only succeeded at the hands of Trainer Jamie, who basically pulled me along and…
This diet thing isn’t working. It’s making me miserable, in fact. Not in the overt, I’m-so-hungry-shoot-me-now way that it did last time. This time it’s a slow and subtle road to misery. I’m munch-y, not hungry, all the time. I don’t feel like my body is crazily burning fuel like…
"I hate my jeans." Ever said that? I have big legs. Always have. “Solid”, or “strong” if you’re trying to be tactful, but big nonetheless. Stocky is how I have always been built – I can see my chubby little legs powering me around in pictures of my childhood. I…
I just had the most satisfying meal of my life. I’m aboard the Carnival cruise ship Ecstasy, and it’s not the quality of the food that made the meal amazing, nor was it the service, although both of those surpassed my expectations. No, it was the simplest thing that led…