Here’s the thing about drinking — it’s a multi-tasking activity and it makes lots of things even better. Here are just some things I really enjoy doing with a glass of wine in my hand:
- Taking a hot bath while reading a gossip magazine
- Liveblogging award shows and “The Bachelor”
- Cooking and eating
- Playing fetch with my dog in our building’s long hallway (since our apartment is small and it’s too cold for the dog park right now)
- Reading in bed
For the record, these are all frequent activities in my life and I will miss my friend Vino when I am doing them during this period of sobriety. Because I’m also giving up men — particularly the dating and sexing of them — I know I need to find new activities to put my energy into, especially things that wouldn’t be improved by, say, my favorite cocktail of Cristalino champagne and grapefruit juice. Keep reading »
Indian weddings are beautiful. I missed my sister’s by just a few days. I couldn’t make up my mind whether to join her and her Canadian boyfriend in Goa, where I could complete my yoga training certificate in a country where men significantly outnumber women, or to stay home in the Brooklyn apartment I shared with four equally unemployed strangers, and where I was without a car, a boyfriend, or a shred of hope. I had to weigh my options, so I was a bit delayed.
That’s how I missed Leky’s lavish Hindu puja ceremony, where she wed a guy she had actually met years ago at a Buddhist monastery, and who she had run into again by chance half a decade later while she was tooling around India.
Their love is a beautiful story. Mine, not so much. Keep reading »
Who likes to weave fast through traffic and then organize his chakras or whatever in a super relaxing yoga sesh? Find out after the jump! [Crushable] Keep reading »
See this photo? It’s Lady Gaga. Doing Bikram yoga. At my bikram yoga studio. Well, it was my bikram yoga studio back when I used to actually, um, go. Now that I know there’s a chance I could be sweating my face off next to Gaga — and that her sweat might flick onto me — I may just have to motivate to start up again. Keep reading »
An amateur photog snapped this photo of a female bear at a zoo in Finland, midway through her 15-minute morning yoga sesh. Namaste! [Telegraph] Keep reading »
Let’s get one thing straight: I am not an “exercise person.” In fact, if I were dating some smart, hilarious, darling and hot dude who was otherwise perfect but had a penchant for enthusing about his early morning gym regimen, I probably wouldn’t call him again. Overtly healthy people annoy me, maybe because they have an irksome way of making me feel guilty that my favorite leisure activities involve a glass of wine and a Parliament Light. OK, OK, I wasn’t always exactly a lazy slouch: I was a serious ballet dancer until the age of 18, and I ran and practiced some yoga in college. But since moving to New York almost a decade ago, let’s just say my workout history can best be summed up as “slightly cloudy with a chance of pizza.”
So how the hell did I become the kind of person who did one of those disturbing-sounding “Hot Yoga for 30 Days” challenges?
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Settling into my new neighborhood in Brooklyn after moving from busy Manhattan last week has been about as easy for me as letting someone massage my feet, or accepting a free upgrade on my flight, or taking those free samples they always have at Trader Joe’s. For one thing, my new ‘hood is full of all the things I love: cute coffee shops, vintage stores, wine bars, dive bars, used bookstores, small yoga studios, ethnic restaurants, mom and pop grocery stores, a diverse population, and friendly neighbors. Oh, and lots of trees! I’m just a few blocks from the park, the Brooklyn Botanic Gardens, farmer’s markets, and a great museum. I’m even walking distance from Target; could life get any better? In short: my new neighborhood is fantastic and I’ve quickly shed my Manhattan armor for something a bit more zen. But is there such a thing as “too zen”? I learned the answer to that yesterday while checking out a yoga studio in my new neighborhood. Keep reading »
I love yoga (along with the other 30 million women who practice in the U.S). And when I realized that I could combine my love for yoga and my love for James, my fiance, into a partner yoga session, I was honestly psyched.
The day of our lesson, I asked James if he was excited? “Excited is not the word I would use,” he answered. I think he wanted to say “tortured” but abstained. Keep reading »
There’s a bit of a stereotype against people who do yoga — that we’re all “crunchy” and “green” and “enviro-healthy-gorp-munching-maniacs.” OK, so this may be slightly true, but just because we take an earthy approach to living doesn’t mean everything we wear has to fall into the army green/dirt brown color palette. We’re planning on rocking downward dog Diddy-style next time with this pimp gold yoga bag. Best yet, it’s made of faux leather, meaning you don’t have to sacrifice your eco tendencies for style.
My dog Lucca does lots of really cute things. She even poops in a cute way — seriously, she looks at me while she’s doing it, like she’s almost ashamed to be in public relieving her bowels. Anyway, one other cute thing she does is dramatic stretching. First she stretches her front legs, then she individually points her back paws and stretches them. Really, she’s doing yoga, or “doga,” and she’s doing it with far more frequency than I am, if I’m being honest. So she’s really a perfect candidate for these ridiculous doga classes being offered around the country, where owners bring their pets to yoga class and they, like, open their chakras together. Doga has been around for awhile, but CBS, in the clip above, found a class in Omaha, Nebraska to spotlight, which just shows that doggie yoga is officially a big ol’ trend. I’m not sure that I would personally get much out of paying for a doga class, fitness-wise, and I suspect Lucca would rather do her doga on her own at home. She’s fiscally conservative. Keep reading »