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giving tuesday…

December 1, 2015

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today, tuesday, december 1st, 2015 has been designated giving tuesday; a reprieve amidst all the frenzy and hysteria brought to us from the last four days of being told we must

BUY!

BUY!

BUY!

BUY!

truth be told i’d rather be gifted a full day, with a free u-haul, and free manual labor to unload all the STUFF i don’t need or use in my house. {what DO people do with their old cd’s?} i’m on such a constant drop off at the salvation army, the boys in unloading and i follow each other on instagram.

i’m hoping my little person gets my genetic, anti-hoarding gene. she wants for nothing and couldn’t be happier playing with a wash cloth and wooden spoon.

come christmas, we will not be wasting money on gifts for her when she wouldn’t know this year’s must-have toy from her diaper wipes.

having a little one has illuminated my awareness at how much we truly have, and also how much so many go without; this disparity makes for uneasy sleeping.

when it comes to receiving holiday gifts, i’m asking my generous, gift giving, loved ones to save their money and not get me a thing.

but if they do feel the need to give; i’m asking that they give cash to a charity of their choice, donate time to a local shelter, or fill up an empty, old backpack with toiletries, food, etc. and keep it in their car to give to a homeless person {i’ve done this twice now and it’s super easy.}

 sadly, we have to be careful when donating to a charity these days. check to make sure that most of their funding is going toward the concern you’re choosing to support; unfortunately advertising, marketing, branding, and salaries can take a chunk of your donation.

here are a few of my favorite places to donate my time and money:

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fact: over 8,000 veterans commit suicide every year.

22 until none is committed to ending veteran suicide “one step at a time.”

with only a staff of volunteers, 22 until none is offering assistance to our veterans in every capacity they can: financial assistance, VA benefits help, aid in transition back to civilian life, wellness services, camaraderie, and a 24/7 crisis hotline.

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i’m actually riding, in a crazy, fun, blow-your-mind, spin class to help raise money for this cause on sunday if you care to join…

my dearest and first girl crush, misha nesselrod, is having her birthday party at grit cycle, this sunday at 12pm. we will dance our faces off, under the fierce and beautiful leadership of dani– {another girl crush,} and also raise money to end veteran suicide.

it’s only $75 to reserve a bike.

a great time for a great cause for a great girl.

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staying with the theme of the spin bike, i can personally attest to magnificent work of cycle for survival, a ride where EVERY SINGLE DOLLAR raised, goes toward cancer research at memorial sloan kettering. i was lucky enough to lead one of these rides a couple of years back, but pregnancies have kept me sidelined ever since. i’m happy to announce i will be back on the microphone on march 6th, 2016 {more information to come.}

i encourage you to join a team or make a donation.

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close to FIVE children die, every day, at the hand of child abuse.

FIVE.

every day.

 child help is committed to stop this deplorable statistic.

child help came into my life last year, courtesy of my dear mrs. burns- the stories and data i learned that day still haunt me.

the child help approach focuses on prevention and intervention.

over 9 million children have felt the impact of child help.

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i could dedicate an entire month, year, and blog to animal welfare and the charities that i love.

but if you were to ask me for only one animal charity to support it is the animal welfare institute.

simply put, the animal welfare institute is dedicated to reducing animal suffering caused by people.

they repeatedly receive an A+ rating from the national charity watch dogs and offer memberships as low as $10 a year.

for something more personal, your local animal shelter or nearest animal rescue {just google it} always welcomes gently used blankets, towels, leashes, bowel, toys, etc…typically we splurge on our four-legged babies more than we do ourselves; rather than throw away a perfectly good collar, donate it instead.

these are just a few of my favorites….now you tell me yours…where or who do you like to give to?

thank YOU for giving me YOUR time m’loves.

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friday i’m in LOVE!!!

August 14, 2015

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friday happy to you m’loves!

no, you’re not still tripping on last night’s portobello mushroom, i’m back for the second time this week.

i feel like i’m finally emerging from my self-ensconced, post-natal lair.

leaving the house for life outside of work and when the coffee runs out, is starting to happen more often.

i’m also resuming my crucial, uninterrupted time with my first girl, my heart, my love–my priscilla.

priscilla LOVES sutton…

case in point:

~a snippet of the hours of footage we have where priscilla watches over a newborn sutton.

she hasn’t left her wee charge since.

jones takes more of a hands-off, night’s watch approach; he guards the house, and minds the perimeter of the property–loving our girl from afar.

i adore these beasts more and more every day…..

here are few other things i’m loving on this fine friday:

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this week marked my first forray back towards pre-baby fitness.

i’m not looking for a certain number on the scale, or a previous sized pant; what i care most about is how i feel.

i want/need/will pay good money, and/or will perform circus animal tricks for more energy.

i miss moxie in my joints and muscles.

i long for a feeling of spontaneity in my legs, arms and back; rather than the deadweight of a napping, grizzly bear i’m currently carrying in my shoulders, neck, and hip flexors.

the dailey method is my remedy.

it’s no secret the dailey method {TDM} is my favorite barre class.–and yes i’ve even taught for this ice cream sundae of a studio–they are hands down the best barre studio around. no one pays more attention to form, safety, and alignment-you will NOT injure yourself in these classes {if you follow proper instruction and ask for modifications when necessary.}

shannon roberts, just one of the best girls EVER and luckily, my friend, taught the class, and effectively handed my “seat” to me.

i left the studio “lifted, toned, and stretched.”

there are currently 56 dailey method studios globally- i encourage you to try one out.

and if you don’t have a studio nearby…you can always purchase or stream their workouts

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now on to my favorite subject: food.

i’ve been living off these two soups from trader joes: the organic creamy asparagus soup + the organic roasted tomatillo gazpacho; both are vegan, filling, and delicious.

i’m not sure how the asparagus soup is dairy free; it’s as creamy-tasting as cupcake frosting, but without costume change into waistband-free, sweat pants.

and although the gazpacho says to eat “chilled,” i heat it up nonetheless.

if i wanted it cold, i’d serve it over tortilla chips with melted cheese and call it “salsa.”

—chilled soup!??!?!—so stupid!!!!!


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and this could be my most favorite find of the year!

method PURE NAKED moisturizing body wash is the only grocery store/target/drugstore {mainstream consumer brand} body wash i’ve ever found that does not test on animals.

yes, you can buy specialty body washes at the grocery store, etc..but they’re always pricier, and typically available in scents that smell like yoga mats or tuna casserole.

this wash comes in surfside, magnolia {my favorite}, olive leaf {hunkiest’s favorite}, + a white tea scent.

it kills me that people lose their minds over cecil the lion {which deserves the outrage,} but in the next breath/post they’ll laud a company or product that tests on animals–which if you ask me, an entire life locked in a cage, poked, prodded, and poisoned {aka tortured} is still worse than a life spent roaming free in a national park until being mercilessly hunted down one night.

i’m not saying i’m perfect {i’m currently looking to replace my bounce bursts–found out they test on animals}–but, if animal cruelty is something you’re not down with, i believe a quick smartphone google of “cruelty free” the next time you go shopping can collectively make an impact.

now can someone please get me a gondola ride down from my soapbox?

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i leave with you some jams for your weekend audio pleasure:

i have to give credit to my friend, my mate in soul and jukebox, john p., for reminding how much i love the paper town’s soundtrack.

there isn’t one bad song on the album {do people still call them albums?}

if i had sam bruno’s “search party” on cassette, the ribbon would already be unraveled from so much play + rewind; i’m apologizing in advance to my classes for the search party overdose.

santigold’s “radio,” kindess’ version of “swinging party,” + alice boman’s heartbreaking “be mine” are my other favorites.

and you…always you m’loves–you of course are my favorites too!!

weekend happy to you….let’s go out having a swinging party shall we?

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sweet child o’mine

June 26, 2015

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 i’m officially 12 weeks into this whole motherhood gig.

the baby police have yet to take my little person away from me; although hunkiest and i did catch her the other night putting in a request for a transfer.

our sutton is slowly finding her groove.

her parents?

the jury is still out.

her preferred method of communication is still crying.

she LOVES to cry.

not that i expected sundown, elizabethan poetry recitals, but a taylor swift song, at least to break up the afternoon wailing and the midnight waterloos, would be nice once in a while.

the pediatrician assured me her fondness for gibber and grandstand for pop music will come soon enough.

we had her first shots on monday.

sutton barely winced.

her father and i, on the other hand, cried so hard we both vomited, needed a tight swaddle each for soothing, and were simultaneously breastfed by the nurse.

if it’s true the apple doesn’t fall far from the spin bike than baby girl’s first words will most likely be a profanity-laced casserole of expletives.

we’re taking bets on the following:

motherfucker, goddamnit, cock-sucker, or fuckyoufisherprice.

money is already stowed away for sutton’s future therapy bills, and i’ve cleared my schedule for the parent/teacher conferences coming my way.

while most moms are researching pre-schools and sleep-trainers {the best}, i’m getting her on the “list” for rehabs and military academies.

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i pretty much feel like i’m doing everything wrong….all. of. the. time.

from diapering to bedtime stories, {she’s more US WEEKLY than Vanity Fair,} i fall asleep counting the number of fails of the day rather than sheep.

even my “mommy” nightmares are wrong:

a girlfriend asked me if i was having the “standard,” pre-requisite-to-being-a-good-mother-nightmare:

where you’re dreaming that you’re “rolling over on your baby in bed and smothering her?”

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um, that would be a “no.”

yes, i am having this re-occurring nightmare

and it IS absolutely terrifying.

we’re talking cold sweats, screams, and a fear of falling asleep at night.

but instead of harming my sweet baby, i dream that i still haven’t been asked to my jr. prom, and all of my friends already have dates.

so we know where MY priorities lie.

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luckily for my own, my husband’s, and my daughter’s sanity, i went back to work last week.

it’s definitely a lighter schedule than i’m used to, but it’s enough so that i’m getting my brain wrapped around things besides sleep schedules and formula ounces.

although i worked out until the day i delivered it was at a much lighter intensity; my workouts feel hard, but SO SO good!

i gained 40lbs with my pregnancy; 17 of which still hasn’t come off.

i used to wear boyfriend jeans. now i wear these-are-why-your-boyfriend-broke-up-with-you jeans.

funny though, for all the crazy body image issues i’ve dealt with in my life, this is the least i’ve cared about how i look, how much i weigh, or how much i’ve worked out for the week.

i’m just so grateful to FEEL good again {after a wretched pregnancy,} and to have a healthy, beautiful baby girl.

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so let’s talk about that girl.

my girl.

my girl with the birthday cake breath.

 yes she likes to cry.

but i, of course, think it’s the prettiest cry in the land, like a choir of forest fairies lullabying the violets and dandelions to sleep for the night.

when she’s overly exhausted, you can hear heartbreak in her cry. it brings me to tears; like when nina simone laments over lost love, or when i discover i’m out of coffee.

no, she doesn’t always sleep through the night.

in fact, she’s sometimes partial to the every 45 minute dance party–especially between the hours of 11pm and 4am.

my under-eye dark circles have become my new, signature “look.”

one day i will miss these middle of the night wake-up calls: that gummy smile, those eyes so bright and sparkly they light up her pitch-black nursery, buckling my knees with a love i’m convinced can solve all of the world’s problems.

forget drones and peace talks……i dare ANYONE to have hate in their heart after a baby looks you square in the eye, and cups your cheek for comfort.

or try being angry when the dead-weight, sack of flour, of a newborn naps in the crook of your neck.

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other than this new mammal under our roof, things are pretty much the same.

our beasts still run the show, and we just pay their mortgage; in no way have are they in second place.

i’m still not ready to talk about the “game of thrones” finale so let’s just leave it that.

i wouldn’t take any book recommendations from me for a while—i’m only trying to read books where i don’t have to think, cry, or care about anyone in them—so pretty much kathie lee gifford and i have started our own book club.

my fantasies these days aren’t of white sand beaches or first class to morocco—lately i’d give my left foot for an ativan sandwich and 4 hours of uninterrupted sleep.

i have NO idea what this season’s summer sandal or IT-bag is…my accesories of late consist of spit-up and my night-guard; anything and EVERYTHING to ensure that i will never get pregnant again.

we are DONE.

one and DONE.

so who sutton looks like?

 she is the carbon copy of me as a baby except without any eyebrows…we’re hoping misha nesselrod will soon come to her rescue.

although, if you ask my mother, she says {and i quote} “sutton looks like axl rose after he gained all of that weight.

?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!

so there you have it.

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according to my mother folks, that’s my baby ⬆︎.

and yes, grandma {aka “gigi”} is no longer babysitting for us.

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so as i wrap up this post, over the internet and television, breaking news is coming in that the united states supreme court has made the landmark ruling to provide same-sex couples with the right to marry in all 50 states.

i hope my computer doesn’t short out from the tears flooding down my face into my keyboard.

this is not hormonal emotion, this is human elation.

long overdue, but a welcome decision—it’s still hard to wrap my brain around the fact that people who love each other need the government’s permission…but that’s another post…

i am euphoric for my friends, my family, my daughter, and my fellow americans, gay and straight.

we have taken a supreme court step towards a more tolerant and loving society.

this is a great day.

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