The small-mindedness of Fashion Week usually turns me off (which doesn't sync with my shopping habits or Vogue-reading), but Melisa is always funny and does a great job sharing photos and real-woman insight.
I love the Divine Twine in this give-away post.
What does it mean when I want some of the same things that the youngster bloggers do? Am I young-at-heart? Or do I just need to grow up? :)
Absolutely no tummy aches, or other horrible stuff you sometimes hear about a "cleanse." As I mentioned though, it was more of a Juice Fast.
And kudos to Blue Print -- these juices were delicious.
Specifically here's what I drank on Wednesday:
9:30 am Green Juice (kale, romaine, spinach, lemon, parsley, cucumber, green apple)
11:30 am PAM - pineapple, apple, mint
1:45 pm Another green juice
around 4 Spicy Lemonade (lemon, cayenne pepper, agave sweetner)
around 6 CAM - Carrot, apple, beet. This was my favorite.
around 8:30 Cashew Milk. (filtered water, cashews, cinnamon, vanilla) This one was tough to get down. Tasted ok, but I'm not a milk drinker and, more significantly, I was FULL.
Amazing how the Blue Print one-day plan makes you stop craving stuff you shouldn't be eating. The next day, I thought FREEDOM! I can eat!
But I really didn't want to. Got a green tea. Around 10am ate a pear. Around 2:00 some canteloupe. And I wasn't hungry.
The only "con" of Blue Print is the price tag. By the time I paid shipping to fed ex the stuff to me, it was $90. The investment, however, is what saved me. It provided the ultimate accountability.
At 7:00 am on my way home from yoga, it was raining and I wanted to drive thru Starbucks SO BAD. But there were $90 worth of juice in the refridgerator. And if it'd been $30 spent on juice, I may have failed.
When Sam first recommended it, I blushed. "Can I wear that back to the office?" I'm not the kind of gal that can afford two+ hours in a salon chair, so I wasn't sure. And I'd only had one haircut from Sam.
But I've been getting compliments all week. And this morning (four days later) I got up, brushed my hair. Was done. Shiny and smooth. I love it.
Today I am doing a juice fast. I was actually nervous last night.
I'm doing the shortest (one day), wimpiest version offered by Blue Print.
I got up at 4:45 and made it to yoga at 5:45. After class it was raining and I wanted to drive thru Starbucks SO BAD. It was only 7am and I wanted to drink something warm and milky and CHEW something.
My first bottle was green juice, made from Kale, Romaine, Spinach, Parsley, Green Apple and Lemon. Was pretty good.
Just finished bottle two, called PAM - pineapple, apple, mint.
No horrific tummy aches or any of that. This cleanse is just juice and not one of those intense "cleansing" processes.
Fingers crossed, but I think I might make it through the day.
Today I'm doing a juice fast. I was actually nervous last night.
I woke up at 4:45 and made it to yoga at 5:45. I never eat breakfast on Wed until at least 10:00, and yet, at 7:00 am I was just dieing to chew something.
I'm doing one day of juices. The shortest, wimpiest program offered by Blue Print.
The first one was green. Kale, romaine, parsley, lemon, green apple, spinach. Was pretty good.
The second one was called PAM - pineapple, apple and mint. I don't do well with acid-y foods so we'll see how it goes. Hopefully no nasty canker sores.
Not hungry. And no tummy aches or other nonsense. Fingers crossed that I'll make it through the day.
On my way home from yoga it was raining and I wanted to drive thru Starbucks SO BAD. Other than that, I haven't had too tough a time avoiding real food.
I'm doing this as part of my health commitment in 2010. I've seen a Naturopath, gotten a series of acccupuncture, got a weekly massage for two months, have been walking 12 miles a week and exercising at least four days a week.
The crazy knots I get in my upper back muscles are sometimes excruciating. Many family members have fibromyalgia and I am doing every thing I can to prevent it!
(I was actually diagnosed with fibromyalgia in 2002 and got a prescription for steriods. Threw them away. Denial isn't always a bad thing.)
This has been all around the web, and is still worth posting. I read it this morning to get me out of a slump and it worked.
Read the full text here of the Stanford Commencement address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, delivered on June 12, 2005.
But I especially love the first of his three stories about his birth mother's request for him to have a college education...
I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I’ve ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That’s it. No big deal. Just three stories.
The first story is about connecting the dots.
I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?
It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: “We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?” They said: “Of course.” My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.
And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents’ savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn’t see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn’t interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.
It wasn’t all romantic. I didn’t have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends’ rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:
Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn’t have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can’t capture, and I found it fascinating.
None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.
Again, you can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.
I've always been intrigued by aerial yoga. I think a backbend would feel fabulous with this kind of assistance. Here's a class in NYC and Sumya offers something like it in Kansas City.
Shape magazine has an interesting story online "7 Wacky New Yoga Styles" showing this and other styles of yoga.
My new iPad has been wonderful for overcoming my biggest obstacle to getting in longer cardio workouts (that obstacle is my mind).
I hit the treadmill and watched The September Issue, listened to a few tunes, checked my work email and then listened to more (faster) tunes. 90 minutes later, I am sweaty, happy and feel like I conquered the world (or at least the treadmill).
My cousin's daughter Jessica is SO CLEVER! She started this Noodle Shop out of her apartment in Detroit. Jessica moved to Detroit just recently to help solve their food issues (apparently folks in mid-town don't have access to grocery stores and often rely on 7-11 for food). She's just the gal to do it.
A traveling woman's best friend: 3floz.com carries high end brands in TSA approved sizes. Carry it all on! BTW, I've heard Dr. Hauschka is wonderful. Anybody know?
I recently shared my excitement over the gorgeous wallpaper I ordered from Ballard Designs. This week I found a desk at Tar-jay.com and a couple other things for my soon-to-be-INSPIRING office.
But I'm thinking of scrapping the whole project and setting up an office like this.
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