Category Archives: Body

{Soft in Unexpected Places…}

 

With how busy life has been of late, I usually do not give myself a minutes thought but today, as I was running through the Charlotte, NC airport, to catch my next flight, I thought back to earlier this morning and the emotions I was feeling.  I felt completely unsettled.

 In the midst of my morning beauty routine, I stopped and stared at myself in the mirror in a way that I have not done in ages.  As ridiculous as this may sound, it shocked me at how much my body has changed. Not necessarily in a bad way but in a way that tells me that I am getting older. Why didn’t I take notice of this before?  Now mind you, I’m nowhere near the age where I need to start worrying about my own mortality but lately I can’t seem to reconcile the age that I feel I am emotionally with the  age that I know I am biologically.   

As I continued to stare at my reflection, I couldn’t deny that I am softer, yes, and a bit more fragile than I remember.  My skin seems more translucent, less forgiving.  Although I believe I take good care of this temple I call my body, I must say it wouldn’t hurt to treat it with more care.  Pamper it a bit more.  Mistreat it a lot less.  This body is my home and if I plan to live in it for a long while, it’s best that I start thinking of putting this body on a serious maintenance plan.

Be well my darlings!

xoxo

 

 

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{Morning rituals…}

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I seriously cannot seem to get it together or clear the cobwebs from my brain until I’ve had my first cup of caffeine goodness.  My mornings must start quietly and with minimal jarring movements.   Heaven help the Husband if he tries to chat me up before 9 a.m.  I just can’t seem to make my voice work before that time. Now, it’s not that I ever wake up grumpy BUT my brain needs to be properly lubricated before I can make any human grunts.  Heh!

 Happy Tuesday Darlings!

 xoxo

 

 

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{What’s in my bag?…}

After much hounding from beloved friends and fam, I finally decided to share what’s in my bag.  Are you sitting down? Here you go: 

Bag:             Wilson Leather Handbags (old) – $120
Tablet:       iPad2 Apple
Apparel:   Michael Kors Red Makeup bag, Leopard Makeup bag, Vera Bradley Wallet, Pink Rodlex Card Holder, Faux Python Green Credit Card/Passport/Airline Ticket Holder
Hair:     Three (3) combs, Two (2) black hair clips
Keys:    Pink Diva House Key, Car key, Office Keys
Make-Up:   Smith’s Rosebud Salve Balm, Wetslicks Fruit spritzers, Neutrogena MoistureShine Lip Soother, three (3) M.A.C. lipsticks, Mally Citychick Eyeshadow in Brownstone, Mally eyeliner, Mally Lightwand Eye Brightner, Mally Evercolor Poreless Face Defender, Incolor by Jordana lipshine, L’Oreal true match blush 7 – 8,  CoverGirl Lashblast Volume Mascara, Ardell Brow Defining Powder, Femme Couture Liquid Eyeliner in  black, Nuetrogena Nourishing eye liner in spiced chocolate & brushed pewter, Smashbox High Definition Concealer, Bobbi Brown Creamy Concealer
Body:  Gold Bond Ultimate Hand Sanatizer, Dove Antiperspirant, Cosmicare Antibacterial Hand Gel, Dolce & Gabbana body oil perfume, C.O. Bigelow Rose Salve
Beauty tools:  One (1) Tweezerman Tweezer, Two (2) Sephora eyeshadow brushes, One (1) MAC brush, One (1) Bare Escentuals Kabuki brush
Prescription:  Singulair
Over-the-counter:   Zyrtec, Zantac, Excedrin Tension, Alleve,  Nature’s Bounty Sublingual Liquid B Complex with B12, 5- hour Energy drink, Triple Probiotic, Bach Rescue Remedy
Writing:   Three (3) Sharpies, Two (2) red pens, One (1) ball point pen, Red Charing Cross calf-skin notebook
Water enhancer:     Two (2) Berrie Crush plus C blend
Candy:   Two (2) Starbucks Spearmint sugar-free chewing gum packs, Sugar-free Ice Breakers Sours, Orbits spearmint gum
Books:     31 Days of Praise; Crave New York City ~ The Urban Girl’s Manifesto
Accessory:    Target Missoni collection scarf, spiritual beads by KT Designs

So…now that you’ve had a moment to pick up your jaw from the floor and process my “everything” bag (and believe me, it all fits and yes, I do carry around with all of this stuff), what say you?  Do you think the term “everything but the kitchen sink” was coined after a peak into my bag? Heh!  Now, what’s in YOUR bag?!?!

Holiday ‘Fiestas’ and Other Nerve-racking Fashion Moments

Here we are, one month and some change shy of 2011 and as of yet, I haven’t managed to eat my way to super skinny and fabulous.  You would think that by this point I would have just given in to all of my size 8, Latina curves and va-va-voom-ness but quite frankly, I’d prefer a bit more flatlands on this body than all of these mountains (i.e. the bubbies and my derrière).  Sure, I could have exercised myself into a nonexistent dress size but my list of excuses weighed down my ample butt.  Now the holiday invites are quickly multiplying in our mailbox and the angst of choosing the perfect dress for all of these extravaganzas has me completely flummoxed.  The husband, thankfully, doesn’t have these issues because he can wear anything he wants and still look like my Mr. McDreamy but this isn’t about him.  Let’s get back to my dilemma.  =)

So, do I go short and leggy?  This dress would require my thighs to undergo a rigorous treatment of love whacks and pat-downs of a rolling pin.  Perhaps I exaggerate but a few thigh treatments at the spa may be in order if I go this route.  These legs MUST be up to snuff before I sashay my sassy self in this little confection of loveliness.

Do I go long and svelte?  This sleek number would require the – ahem – TWINS to climb up onto a stepladder and harness themselves up and out in order to keep them in saluting formation. Hmmm…maybe I can squeeze in a ‘bubbie’ appointment for a slight tuck and lift before the fiesta countdown. Heh!

Or do I go camouflage ‘caliente’ in this simple but spicy little treat? This may be just the ticket to hide any unsavory pooch puffs.

Sigh.  No matter how I go about this process, just getting to the “WOW” will be no picnic.

Downward Dog

Yoga can be truly amazing if you could just relax enough to submit to the process and let go of those things that keep you mentally confined.  That said, someone forgot to send me the memo that I’m no longer as flexible as I thought I was. 

In my super supple teen years and early twenties, I fondly remember being able to comfortably sit with my legs crossed and twisted at the ankles or sitting on my bed cross-legged for hours of fun-filled, titillating gossip sessions while on the phone or having the ability to pull my legs behind my head just for kicks and giggles.  To even dream of trying some of those death-defying moves now would be sheer madness and you may need to call 911, STAT, because I’m not getting back up without medical attention. Yoga can be wonderful for the mind, body and soul but lately my body cares nothing for the experience. 

For instance, I was really excited recently about my first Yoga class. For those of you who know me, it is of no surprise that I was completely accessorized for the occasion.  New Yoga pants, diva top, pink Yoga mat and a great scrunchy to complete the outfit.  I had the fab look and I was ready to stretch it out with the pros.  Well, not so fast little Yogi. Back up the limo because no sooner did I get into the Downward Dog position when I got a downward cramp.  I let out the most horrifying ear-piercing yelp you’ve ever heard. The pain quickly ran down one butt cheek and ambushed my thigh.  It was so excruciating that I couldn’t move without the humiliating assistance of some of the more spritely (READ: annoying) 20-somethings in the group. Heaven, I just wanted to disappear.  Where was there a black hole when you needed one?  Needless to say, after that fiasco, this chica has been very careful about what she twists or bends. This aging thing really sucks!!

As for returning to the class…Hmmm…I wonder what else I can use this Yoga mat for?

Do You Mind? You’re in My Personal Space.

Out of all the available seating in this place, you decide to choose the seat next to mine?  Whatever happened to personal space?  It seems that as a society, we are forgetting more and more about what it means to be civilized.  We are not a commune of baboons, which migrate around in packs and are constantly grooming each other, searching for bugs. We are human beings with an indelible right to our own personal space and when you ignore those boundaries, well… “Houston, we have a problem”. 

As Sofia, on Golden Girls, would say “Picture it”.  You go to the Ladies Restroom and there are a vast number of empty stalls.  “Perfect”, you say aloud.  Since the restroom is empty, you go into the last stall, assuming that if anyone comes in, they assuredly will not take the stall next to yours because they will desire their own personal space as much as you do.  Not to mention that you would also be mortified if anyone overheard you taking care of your personal business. But you spoke too quickly because no sooner do you make yourself comfortable on the porcelain god and in walks someone, making a beeline for the stall next to yours.  For the love of everything that is holy, are they serious?  What of the other open stalls? What is wrong with this person?

You quietly seethe and wonder who was inconsiderate enough to commit this transgression. You look down and across to see if you recognize their shoes.  Ugh!!!  Who else would accessorize their feet with such heinous foot wear?  Just what you needed!  So now you wait, hoping that the other person doesn’t do anything too horrifying and that they finish up their business quickly.  In an ideal world, that would have been great but no, this is not your day.  You both decide to wait the other out and thus ensues a silent nerve-racking game of chicken.  No one wants to go first.  What now? Well, your body reminds you of all the stimulants you had during lunch (READ large amounts of fiber) and you know that you will not be able to hold out for much longer if this keeps up.  The uncomfortable silence is unbearable.  Beads of sweat break out on your forehead from the strain of holding on and your nether region is going numb from sitting on a hard surface.  Oh, if only your seat were made out of gel.  You would surely be gellin’.   

Finally, your body decides that it waits for no one and you let yourself go.  As this is happening, you quickly take action and do a ‘mercy flush’, hoping that the noise of the flush will disguise any unpleasantries.   As quickly as you can, you dash out of there like a bat out of hell, wash your hands for as long as it takes you to mentally sing the Happy Birthday song, and scamper out of the restroom as though your butt were on fire.  You are grateful that the wench had the good grace to not show her face until you were done but all of this could have been avoided if the woman had enough sense to cop a squat in another stall further down.  Why do people do this? It’s truly exasperating.  I don’t know how men do it. Poor things have to expose themselves to the masses.  As for Women…sometimes we can be the absolute worst!!!

When Life Becomes too Loud

When work gets out of hand, traveling becomes too much, the phone never stops ringing and the problems never stop, I run to the beach.  When one is never enough, the negative talk never ceases, the pressure from a few selfish friends’ mount, and good is never good enough, I run to the beach.  

When the weight won’t come off, the mirror will not lie, my favorite Prada shoes break, and there’s nowhere to hide, I run to the beach.  When the roar in my ears will not subside, demands on my time are presumed a given, encouragement and support are at a minimum, and no one around to lift my spirits, I run to the beach. 

When life becomes too loud, the beach is my peacemaker, spirit lifter, fun saver, joy giver.  The ocean gives back to me and takes away that which I do not need.  When life becomes too loud…I run.