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(…)

Irish Yoga

Irish Yoga

Adding the coolest t-shirt to my collection, I was so pleased with Saturday’s shopping experience! Walking the dogs, I questioned the street vendor, “Do you have Irish Yoga?” “Yes, little lady. A Small?” He. Said. Small. I’m being recognised as a Small again. Yay! My Irish yoga shirt! And I had a date, too. NO(…)

Love and Basketball and Pie

Love and Basketball and Pie

This is a story about Love. And Basketball. And Pie. Strolling along with an old friend on last Sunday night, we looked to the moon, commenting on its beauty. I exclaimed, “It looks like a pizza pie!” He replied, “Only you would compare the moon to food.” Sharply, I offered, “Yeah, me and Dean Martin!”(…)

Ready Girls!

Ready Girls!

I just awoke from an amazing sleeping dream. Reporting to you directly from our big, white, fluffy bed, I am so excited to share the details as follow-up to my Daydreaming is Good post. So here we go. In the dream, I was the first girl to play in the NFL, specifically for the Pittsburgh(…)

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(…)

Everything is Better with Yoga!

Everything is Better with Yoga!

The day started with no yoga and sunglasses. But when it rains in Pittsburgh… It freaking pours! And I was grumpy! Four coats and three pairs of shoes later, I declared on Facebook, “Date tonight! With my dog. On the chaise. Watching snow and ice fall. Drinking wine! Eating sushi. Reading book. Watching film. Sorry,(…)

Reader Question: “Why do you have a public blog?”

I want to help persons to end their Bulimia. I want to help persons to find their yoga. I want to help persons to live according to their own value systems. I want to use my pain to yield pleasure for my readers. I do it because I own the market. And I love it.(…)

“Can Yoga Totally Replace Strength Training?”

No. Yoga cannot REPLACE strength training because yoga IS strength training. The best resistance for the body is the body itself. Not a huge dirty barbell. Not free weights on a jog. Not complicated systems of pulleys. Nothing is needed for strength training but the body itself. My girlfriend and fellow fashionista Françoise posed this(…)

Yoga Paws and Eating Disorders

Yoga Paws and Eating Disorders

The pressie came from Belgium, by way of Indonesia! How very fabulous! And the giftor, my sweet friend Sonja, had no idea that, when I’d stopped practicing my yoga, becoming a chubberoni, I pawned ALL of the jewels that no longer fit my FAT fingers. But now I have something for my new yoga paws.(…)

Life is Good

Life is Good

Stopped at a traffic light in yesterday’s gorgeous preview of springtime temps, we existed in our own little Pittsburgh world! Windows, unrolled; radio, blaring Lil’ Kim’s Crush on You; doggy, sitting on my lap, watching bicyclists zoom by in handsome packs; me, singing and petting my girl. It was absolute perfection! Post yoga party time. And(…)

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(…)

Yes

Yes

It’s either yes or no. In business, there is no maybe. Make a decision, and stick behind it. And I did just that. On day four of analysing the situation, I said yes to my unusual craving. Trot trot trot to Whole Foods… Slashing the idea of shrimp as presented in yesterday’s post, I stuck to(…)

What’s the most helpful health advice you’ve ever heard, and who told you?

I read this question, posed by Alexandra Jamieson, earlier in the week, and, in proper Matthew McConaughey ‘Who’s Your Hero‘ fashion, I couldn’t answer. Me, the girl who has spent 15 years, a little short of half of my life, wrapped into health and nutrition (and Bulimia), couldn’t answer a very simple question. So I(…)

Good and Bad

There exist good bananas and bad bananas. I like mine slightly aged, black, and cold from the refrigerator. My sister likes hers young, warm, and from Costa Rica. We both like ours with peanut butter, but that would be a very bad banana, as peanut butter leads us down dangerous paths of tasting one morsel(…)

Drive Me Bananas

Drive Me Bananas

Numbers are King. Read-out on scale. Pinch-point of measuring tape. Number on tag. 115. 23. 2. One-hundred fifteen pounds. Twenty-three inch waist. Size 2 jeans. Achievement and maintenance of these numbers means success. A perfect body. My perfect body. But my perfectionist drive and numbers don’t mesh healthfully. Numbers drive me so bananas that I(…)

Changing the World

Last-minute Christmas shopping with dad was a fond tradition. I remember buying the neatest of contraptions for mother: Jewels. Her first cell phone which was really for dad. And that size 8 dress, back when they were today’s size 4. Too snug on her cute Italian frame, she didn’t talk to dad for days! #TypicalStoryGirl(…)

Man v. Machine

Man v. Machine

A very smart, sexy, successful man asked me to dinner. Excitement filled my brain, as it’s been so long since I’ve considered saying yes. My body’s in place for a cute dress and heels, and I love experiencing great restaurants and good company. The invitation was so sweet, too. “I feel that a nice dinner might(…)

Little Red Riding Hood

Three years into my yoga practice, I submitted $5 grand for tuition into a premiere international yoga school. Upon acceptance, I was simply floored! I expected only the most experienced of yogis to be present. Books were purchased, a new, cute uniform, too. When I entered through the gates, stationed on Cloud Nine, I was(…)

Will Google Hire Me To Teach Yoga?

Google is one fab company. That goes without saying. But with regard to yoga, here’s why. From an architectural standpoint, the Pittsburgh office is a total yoga haven for liberal, forward-thinking urbanites. A restored penthouse suite of a 100-year old Nabisco factory, “they left its guts raw, so you’ve got exposed pipes and peeled paint(…)

Pressie From Australia

Pressie From Australia

She’s a friend. Rational thinker. And yoga girl. Former Anorexic with purging tendencies, Nataly intrigued me when I read her blog three years ago. Thirty-something with pink hair and penchant for passionate writing, Nataly successfully managed a business life, party life, and eating disorder. I saw something so familiar. I saw me. Our philosophies collided,(…)

Yoga Selfies

Yoga Selfies

How dare I post an image of me wrapped in a towel? That is so un-yogic! Here I was in 1998. 1999. 2001. 2004. 2005. 2006. 2009. 2011. 2012. 2013. And the towel picture from earlier this week. Eleven pictures total. In 6 of these pictures, I was a Bulimic. In 4 of these pictures,(…)

I Like A Good Sandwich

“The car is taboo, as it formerly hosted many scenes of Bulimia. I’m the girl who, during a lengthy red light, can make three peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, consuming one before the light turns green.” -Civilians v. Bulimic Mafia, 11/11/11. My infamous case study study, illustrating differences in thought process between persons boasting Bulimic(…)

Tantalise Me

Tantalise Me

Time has lapsed two years since last revealing my body to readers. So here’s a picture of me. Snapped yesterday. Wearing only a towel. The point of doing this liberal post is to gracefully demonstrate that even a tad of yoga can instill confidence into the most aggressive of body perfectionists. Here I am. This is(…)

More Juice Less Gin

More Juice Less Gin

Sound the trumpet! Beat the drum! I have the most exciting of news to share with you! The juice experiment worked much better than hypothesised. Not only did it last for the scheduled three days, but it continued for another two, completely changing my operational procedure with food and drink, totally morphing my health into(…)

Moon Salutation

Moon Salutation

“Children who draw the sun are happy children.” Overhearing my grandmother’s approval of my three-year old artwork, a piece involving a farmhouse and a sun, I took such pride in her commentary! Happy children are perfect children, and I’d be damned to be imperfect, even at the age of three. Traced with old-fashioned compasses, from(…)

Flowers and Kisses and Yoga

Flowers and Kisses and Yoga

Today I shall tell you a secret. Foodie blogs will tell you how to make raw, chocolate hearts. Fashion blogs will tell you how to buy black, lacy intimates. Healthy-living blogs will tell you how to love yourself first. I shall just tell you a secret. I experienced something huge during the last six months. Often(…)

Good Girl

Good Girl

Dinner was alcohol and extra spicy Thai. No, this wasn’t last night. Rather, this was during my December juicing experience. By juicing all day and by eating ‘normally’ at nighttime, I was able to achieve my December juicing goals, that of slashing volume and eating when hungry instead of eating because the clock told me(…)