'health'

the fountain of youth in a blue bottle…

July 22, 2014

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oh happy day my beloved readers!

today’s post could be your winning lotto ticket in the battle against fine lines, discoloration, and slack skin.

we have laurie herman to thank.

laurie herman and her all-natural, AFFORDABLE, effective, skincare fell into my lap last month when ms. herman got in touch after reading about my love of fitness and healthy living.

thinking our obsession for all things ‘mother earth‘ could collaborate, and hearing about my affinity for skincare, sometimes at the behest of my pocketbook, laurie wanted my opinion on her products.

no strings attached, no promises to find the nearest mountain-top whereupon i sing her praises; i agreed to use laurie’s serum, toner, body moisturizer and facial wash.

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the first product i tried was the pacific facial wash.

unlike any face cleanser i’ve ever used before, this product comes out in a dry, grainy, powder.

it’s best to wet your face first, and THEN pour out a little bit of product into your hands, mix into a velvet scrub, and then apply to face.

each time i use this wash i am instantly surprised at the difference in texture and softness in my skin.

it’s a bizarre grand finale of squeaky clean and satin-pillow soft.

most skincare lines use heavy fragrances to make their products more pleasing; these perfumes, many of them phthalates are actually very toxic, and have been linked to hormone disruption. using only essential oils, laurie’s products are completely fragrance-free; therefore sometimes the scents truly are NATURAL. the face wash has a strong kelp scent.

i actually like the fact that i can smell the ingredients {even if it is a bit oceany} of this product.

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next was the neroli water hyrdating toner.

typically i’m not a big believer in toners. i think they’re kind of a waste of time; like first marriages or foreplay, just let me wear my vera wang dress and buy me my breakfast in the morning.

but as i get older {less hydrated} i’m noticing the importance of toners and their hydrating properties.

this neroli water hydrating toner, designed to tighten and firm, gives a nice boost, post wash.

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last but not least is the face serum firm it.

this is a game-changer.

using the neroli firm it serum all the way up to my eyeballs and down to my chest, i noticed an immediate difference–i’m talking “let’s make an infomercial” results here.

it’s like my skin gets a juice-cleanse and barre class every night.

toned, lifted, full of vigor, and more vivacious; my face drinks this serum up like a sad, wilted, dehydrated, desert animal.

i could give you my opinion, but i think the opinion of my friends and husband are more convincing.

hunkiest, a man who typically wouldn’t notice if my hair was on fire, let alone when i cut it 6 inches shorter, has been a factory farm of compliments; churning them out like well-packaged, precise hamburger patties of kindness on how pretty my skin looks; he even missed a crucial left turn opportunity on 17th street one saturday afternoon he was so confused by focused on my new complexion; we’re still in the center divider, by the way, waiting to make that left turn.–i’m typing from the car.

and a couple of weeks ago, in the harsh morning, non-instagram filetered light, my friend alexei, who at 8 months pregnant doesn’t have time to stroke my already texas-sized ego, told me:

you’re skin looks amazing, what are you doing different?

i was all:

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you, like?

but then her husband marc, excited to also notice my new, dewy skin, tried to play with the big girls in the compliment game, by adding:

yeah..i was like…is THAT????………that’s not katie is it?????”

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um, thank you? i guess.

a compliment, even served wrapped up in a tortilla of insult, is still worth gobbling down.

thank you laurie herman for turning this troll katie into something safe for public consumption.

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now it’s your turn to fool your friends.

even if you think your skin is flawless and you’ve been dunked in a vat of perfect, i still implore you to try laurie’s products.

she has a 100% satisfaction guarantee good for 365 days {that’s one year for you english majors} and she’ll even pay your shipping.

 laurie has graciously offered a limited time 20% discount and free shipping on all of her products to my readers; thank you so much laurie.

when checking out use the coupon code: xokatie

this will be valid until august 8th.

laurie and i both like to keep you informed on the latest and greatest in health so make sure you stay connected with us for more offers and deals.

find laurie on facebook, twitter, instagram + pinterest.

and you know i love it when you like/follow me/tweet/pin with me …i always follow back…

here’s to happy, shiny, all-natural skin m’loves.

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it’s friday i’m in love…

July 18, 2014

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shiny, happy, friday to you my doll-babies!

another week in the books, another year older for my most significant of others.

last night, alongside family from out-of-town, we celebrated with chocolate cake and mint gelato; hunkiest’s two most favorite foods.

the weekend foresees to be one, long spree of extolling the people i love; but first here are few of my friday favorite’s:

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 i am digging jenny lewis’ new single “just one of the guys.”

her video with anne hathaway, kristen stewart, and brie larson {in and out of drag,} is a sweet, silly counterbalance to, a lyrically, melancholly song. jenny lewis wrote the song the night after her father died.

brie larson, a girl crush of mine since her days on the united states of tara, more than makes up and cancels out my involuntarily gag reactions to kristen stewart and anne hatha-vain, in this fun video.

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those who have been to my house have seen my fanaticism:

i’m addicted to the color white.

in all of its shades, moods, and variances, white makes me happier than any other ‘color’ in the paint box.

finally someone else feels this same fancy; in an article for THE LINE, master colorist donald kaufman, who with his wife taffy dahl {what a name!!?}, works with top architects and designers to create over 104 variable shades of white, talks about the power and beauty of this often “un-romantic,” misunderstood color.

pardon me while i swoon.

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this week i finished a great book, “ordinary grace” by william kent krueger; a coming of age story, about two young brothers during the summer of 1961, in a small town of minnesota, where death and loss are as common as the 90 degree heat. krueger’s message of grace, in both the young and the old, the tortured and the guilty, is one that has stayed with me for days and i know will linger on for months, maybe even years to come.

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tomorrow i’m getting my photos taken with the famous samantha friedman jacoby; samantha takes insane fitness photos, and i’m so excited to work with this talented genius.

i’ve been living on a diet of cigarette’s and spin bikes.

{oh and chocolate cake with mint gelato}

in truth, it’s just been a week of less peanut/almond butters {my crack} and more cardio.

except for last night i’ve made an enormous version of this salad for dinner every night this week; no cheese {which is like water boarding for me,} this bibb lettuce/tarragon combination is delicious and crazy easy to make.

although saturday night, post photo shoot, all bets are off, and i’m face-planting into a baking dish of brown sugar and butter.

i’m making this nectarine and plum crisp with oatmeal streusel to negate all the cardio and clean eating i’ve committed to this week.

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 wish me luck angel-babies.

here’s to sucking it in, high eyebrows, and photoshop.

cheers to making a weekend splash so big, you get everyone else to join in your pool party!

see you on the other side of sunday m’loves.

~images: helmut newton

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pore vous!

July 3, 2014

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as the eastern seaboard battles hurricane arthur’s inclement weather, i’m having my own state of emergency.

on. my. face.

 the summer heat is taking a toll on my already stock-plummeting skin.

last week my pores swelled to swimming pool-size status.

no joke.

i hosted games of marco polo and day-long chicken fights across the bridge of my nose and chin; all of course post-gay pride parade.

this week it was time to bring in my summer arsenal for pore clearing, sunscreen excavating, and overall deep cleansing.

here are some of my favorite weapons in summer skin treatments:

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i can’t remember if i’ve written about canus all natural moisturizing mask before.

i should have.

although this mask confuses me, i’m wrapped around its fresh goat-milk finger.

it’s like that super-cold, loner guy in high school, who seems to hate you for wearing penny loafers, smirk during your passè composè oral, and will no doubt shatter your heart with the first chance he gets.

but once you got to know him, he’ll quote t.s. eliot with tears in his eyes, and pick all the poppy seeds off an everything bagel for you.

that’s like this mask.

at first feel this mask feels too strong; like it’s going to leave your face looking like lunchmeat from all of the dirt and grime mining, but give it a minute or two and your face feels like a lucky, frosted birthday cake.

wash the mask off and your skin feels like it’s your 18th birthday….well maybe NOT 18, but it’s definitely softer, smoother, and uber moisturized.

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ok, definitely more of a tingly, pop-rock party on my face, type of mask, this mini-peel from alba botanica does the job and then some.

a clear, is-that-gel-in-your-hair mask, this pore purifyer unearths “embedded toxins” with a 6% alpha hydroxy fruit acid.

i like this because it’s gentle to use {for me} all the way under my eyes; which helps exfoliate my not-so-fine lines.

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and here’s another gem from alba botanica: this deep-sea facial mask goes subterranean diving into your pores.

consistently rated high by bloggers, magazines, and home reviewers, the marine complex + kaolin clay combo-bite provides a noticeable brightening of the skin and face.

i like to use this one in the summer because it also is very cooling….great after a sweaty spin session or hot yoga flow.

i’m not much of a toner girl, but in the summer i recommend avalon organics balancing toner. it’s anti-oxidant rich, anti-aging, and just gives you that extra layer of clean without stripping your skin’s natural moisture.

all of these products are cruelty-free, free of parabens, phthalates, sodium lauryl/laureth sulfate and sodium methyl sulfate.

none of these products cost more than $11….

here’s to deep pore diving.

 

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thoughts on a thursday morning….

June 19, 2014

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even though, calendar-wise, we’re still technically in spring, around here the neighborhood air is coconut suncreen-scented, and beach-cruisers outnumber bmw’s.

summer has arrived.

here are some other undeniable things happening in my world:

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berries are abundant.

it’s no secret to you m’loves that i’ve been having fun with these sweet, mouth-watering candies.

i’m still doing my strawberry water and our backyard bush is on its very last bloom.

but i just stumbled across this summer berry PUDDING and i am an obsessed catnipped kitten.

have you even heard of “berry pudding”!?!

that’s like the best two words EVER coming together and having a baby.

like: prada sale, cheese plate, pre-nup, or phen-fen….

maybe one of my culinary readers will venture a make of this delicious recipe…

for now i’m just going to fantasize about berry pudding.

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one should never underestimate the power of puppy breath.

even if you’re a cat person, i dare you to find yourself a pup, and not be boiled over with giggles and oxytocin.

and stay out of the pet stores…so many shelters are teeming with adorable puppies needing volunteers for walks and companionship; just an hour a week can make a difference in your mood.

i dare you.

AND if this video of a puppy litter’s first swim doesn’t cure your summertime blues maybe you should just switch to barbiturates in your green smoothie.

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speaking of mind-altering substances….gotta give a big shout out to my newest supporter.

thanks granny.

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and not that you need a reminder, but they still install “wash your hands” signs in restrooms.

yesterday i had a migraine that gave waterboarding a run for its tortuous money.

i wanted to call in “pissy” to work, but it was too late to find a sub.

instead i walked around for the first part of my morning with my headache as the center of my universe; expecting the rest of the universe to act accordingly.

it took effort for me to be kind.

i did need a reminder, and got one.

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a student….going through pain herself, not a migraine, but just as raw; something i could unfortunately share in the experience of.

loving on her and trying to show her kindness actually made me forget about my stupid head; all i felt was love and compassion even though i was so sad for her.

we are never alone; even in our pain.

sometimes, often times, sharing or focusing on the fact that there are others who are feeling just as bad as us, and can use support, is often the remedy we need to solve our own crisis.

at least that’s how it seems to work for me…

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so there are my thursday thoughts.

wishing you a day full of puppy kisses, sunny skies worthy of coconut sunscreen, and the gift of feeling compassion for someone else.

love,

katie

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strawberries: a recipe!

June 10, 2014

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strawberry season is here.

the markets are ibiza dance-club crowded with this tummy-pleasing summer berry; one of my favorite foods since days of the spoon-fed pureé.

i invariably have to buy an extra basket for the car ride home; there’s no such thing as me and self-control when it comes to fresh, in-season, strawberries.

i feel a duty to provide so much more for my strawberries, than just the meager rinse and pop straight in to my mouth..{sometimes even forgoing the wash i’m so lazy and impatient.}

 pinterest, and its vortex of photo inspiration, feeds my moral obligation to commission something grander than just a chew and swallow for said, sweet berry.

for a moment i was inspired to go healthy with this pretty smoothie; i’m such a sucker for anything pink, and then for a split second, with the coercion of gorgeous photography, i talked myself into making this elegant tart.

such lofty aspirations were quickly abandoned upon reading the recipe. directions such as ”roll the dough into a short, fat sausage circumference,” let me know to return back to my pay grade of opening up “capri suns” and checker-boarding pre-cut salami and mozzarella for super bowl parties.

but the white {ok–half-white}, tee-rash, hillbilly in me pounced on this strawberry pretzel salad like a hoarder ambushes the costco aisles.

it’s got everything good in life:

sugar =✓

butter = ✓

cool whip = ✓

strawberry flavored gelatin = ✓

“frozen” strawberries in “SYRUP” = ✓✓

and salty pretzles!!=✓

it’s like christmas in june!

instead of new, white jeans, i can just get diabetes.

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luckily, for my pancreas, just as i was about to run out to buy my “gelatin,” this article on using strawberry tops to flavor your water popped up.

a strawberry recipe where the only other ingredient i needed was water!?!?

move over christmas, it’s my fucking birthday!

it couldn’t be easier: chop off the tops of your strawberries..eat the berry, and put the rest in your water bottle.

fill it up with water, let it chill for an hour or so…and voila: delicious strawberry, flavored water.

better than any lemon, cucumber, mint stuff i’ve used before, and best of all it’s actually getting me to drink the water i’m so awful at consuming.

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a thumb’s up indeed.

even hunkiest was impressed with my “cooking”.

the strawberries stay fresh for a couple of days as long as you keep them refrigerated…

lemme know if you try it.

happy hydration m’loves!

 

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lusting lake life….

June 4, 2014

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talk of a summer holiday has been bubbling up more and more at our dinner table of gluten-free and grass-fed.

i’m drawn to lands shopping mall-repellent, where starbucks doesn’t punctuates every corner and alley, and whole foods actually means food from the ground, tree, farm or local, non-have-to-mortgage your house market.

for at least one week i’d like a boulevard of conifer pines in exchange for blow dry bars and gel manicures.

give me an unpopulated, open, blue lake, and i’ll give you a girl on her best behavior {profanity NOT included.}

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my first true lake experiences were my high school, spring break debaucheries on lake havasu; thongs and tops typically optional—and i’m not talking “shoes.”

a week of banana boat spf {2}, zima in the can, george strait and neil diamond cd’s galore, chili con carne out of the can, and a body of water so crowded and dirty i’m still in disbelief my friends and i never contracted ecoli or hepatitis………or “motherhood” for that matter.

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what we lacked in promiscuity we made up for in folly and play.

playing cards, reading anne rivers siddons, watching the pirate movie for the 500th time, re-enacting “the happy ending” scene, and making the inevitable {hopefully burned} home movies of 8 girls dancing around singing “standing outside the fire!“—still such a great song!

there’s something about a lake that feels a bit less pomp and circumstance than life say, at the sea.

the whites don’t have to be starched, the collar need not its pop, a bare foot is appropriate attire for a meal lit by candlelight.

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california may be foremost known for our sandy beaches and pacific blue, but good grief, our beautiful lakes can give the surfers a run for their money any day.

one of my favorite memories is my dad teaching me how to fish at bass lake.

just me and him and an empty bucket……i couldn’t bring myself to “bait” the line.

and the whole idea of hooking a fish made me cry, shoulder-shaking, nose-running, peace erupting tears; my dad easily succumbed to letting me knock it in a beach chair, holding my baitless pole in the water.

this was the weekend i discovered vegetarianism.

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then there was the summer i took my broken heart and drowned it all the way to the bottom of june lake.

i swam and swam and swam, dived and dived and dived…until the constant shards of glass, lodged in my throat from a shocking divorce, softened into more manageable, occasional lumps of coal in my stomach.

more helpful than time on the couch or a prescription drug, my time underwater hid the noise of my raging screams and camouflaged any tears.

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but per my originial memory the lake is more of a happy, social, spread-the-good, not the grief, place to commune.

there’s something about a boat ride at dawn, with the ones you love, that brings out the truth serum in me.

along with the mascara and designer shoes, rigid, protective walls and insulating egos are shed; left at the last turnpike before meeting the road for the lake cabin.

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and i can’t think of anything more romantic than a dockside for two, hunkiest in hand, a homemade meal under the stars, with the ducks and fireflies playing sweet harmony for a post-dinner slow dance.

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anyone else lusting a little lake life too?

what are your favorite’s?

do you go fancy nancy? or are you the camping type?

this is my official throwing it out to the universe…i’m thinking somewhere in the south this year.

last one in is a rotten egg….

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berry, berry good…

May 28, 2014

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they’re here! they’re here! the berries are here!

every summer, when our blackberries make their annual bloom, our old, beat-up, seen too many days in the sun, backyard-wall gets a vibrant coat of green, purple, and pink.

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no paltry, orange county-starved housewife looking berries for us; these juicy gems are plump + fat with the perfect tart to sweet ratio which makes not eating them straight off the vine a lesson in self-control and willpower.

as you’ve read before, i’m not one who’s been able to master the art of meditation.

this morning, the mindfulness i used to not apply sunscreen to my toothbrush {as has happened 4 times over the last 30 days,} was the equivalent of a mumbai ashram internment; my teeth and gums are fresh and clean, but unlike yesterday, they are subject to sunburn.

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 there’s something about berry picking though; getting my actual hands on the prickly bush, fingertips grabbing pretty stains of magenta, butterflies humming around the berry blossoms, and the gentle, warm weather we’ve been having of late beckoning me to stay outside longer than i typically do—it all charms me into my own meditative trance.

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speaking of unbreakable catatonia….this one did not bat one inky eyelash off her mamma.

the fear of missing a fallen berry is paramount in priscilla’s world.

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meanwhile jones just helped himself straight from the vine.

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i wish i could say i whipped up a fantastic berry fool {aptly named, yes?} or that i swept hunkiest off his feet with a homemade blackberry cobbler {the one dessert i can make.}

but alas these popcorn-size bites of blue-violet bliss barely made it to the sink for a wash, before i gobbled them down like a hungry, hasty giant.

one need not have their own blackberry vines to experience the joy of the berry season. get thyself down to your farmers market {such a blogging cliché i know–i just gagged on my own vomit.} farmers markets are teeming with berries right now and it will make you so angry and guilty to see how much less expensive and better tasting they are than the stuff in our commercial markets {yes i’m talking about YOU whole foods!!!}

so talk to me goose: what’s your favorite ways to eat blackberries?

a berry-good wednesday m’loves.

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like…WOW!!

May 2, 2014

wow

on wednesday i was called out on instagram, by the beautiful cassie, to expose the inside of my soul gym bag.

my first reaction to this public summons was to politely pretend i hadn’t seen the request, to suddenly have a convenient “social media” hiatus. the contents of my gym bag are rather voodoo + curious, and further the already established conviction that i AM a freak with obsessive compulsive propensities.

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state’s evidence number one: my yogi toes mat; that i actually use to teach for spinning as it covers the entire top of my bike without me having to touch any of the already fastidiously cleaned surfaces, but like i said they make medication, hospitals and jackets sans armholes for people like me.

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but today is about my wow drops. they have received the most attention and questions.

i am pretty much never without this .338 fl oz bottle in my hand day and night.

wow drops are all natural chlorophyll and peppermint oil.

i buy mine at mother’s market, but you can get them on amazon.

this sharp punch of what i can only describe as mint mixed with turpentine, coats my throat with its own soothing spa day, and helps my voice when i teach.

although they are marketed as a breath freshener i tout wow drops as my number one health booster. if i had to choose between my vitamins, my supplements, green juices, etc—all the things i associate with staving off the ick and keeping me healthy and cold/flu free, i attribute it to my wow drops.

chlorophyll is what gives plants their green color and helps photosynthesis happen {didn’t know you were going to get a science lesson here did you?} chlorophyll is a fantastic blood cleanser and blood builder {aka detoxifier;} chlorophyll also helps alkalinize our blood, which is important to help fight off disease and inflammation.

peppermint oil has been used for centuries to treat so many maladies: heartburn, the common cold, cough, inflammation of the mouth and throat, and sinus and respiratory infections. it is also used for digestive problems including heartburn, nausea, vomiting, morning sickness, irritable bowel syndrome, upset stomach, and bacterial overgrowth of the small intestine.

and THAT will hopefully be that last time i ever write “small intestine” on the blog…{fingers crossed.}

these two wonder elements are the sole ingredients in wow drops.

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so the application of wow drops is a little tricky…the directions say you can dab a drop on your “wrist” and then lick your wrist, but every time i read that i think of HIM, and also an awful senior trip to puerta vallarta involving many bottles of tequila, which my liver and conscience are still paying for…

so i just drop it right on my tongue and keep my wow bottles close so no one thinks to share.

you feel kind of silly at first…tongue out for all the nation to see, and it doesn’t come out all that much, but that’s a good thing…all you want is ONE drop….cuz…….

wow~

BOOM!

BAM!

WOW!

they are named “wow” for a reason.

those drops are strong.

punch-you-in-the-face, pull-my-hair, and don’t call me the next morning, strong.

wow! as in did a blizzard just roll in through town and take a detour in my mouth?

wow! as in the monster from the matterhorn ride at disneyland just hand delivered a icy-snowball down my throat.

wow! as in thanks for the pick me up, but now i’m going to go cry, suck my thumb, and look for an all you can eat burrito bar.

four years later and i’m still not used to its potency {men insert all your inappropriate feral puns here.}

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but if you give it 10 seconds, an arctic loveliness overcomes your throat and even your person.

wow drops, once the initial shock wears off, are actually very calming and soothing.

and yes, your breath is minty fresh..

take a sniff.

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best of all you’re cold and flu free, with a mouth always on tap for smoochin’.

kisses to you m’loves.

~i hope i haven’t bored you into a coma, like i apparently have with priscilla ↗.

weekend happiest to you.

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use your words katie

April 25, 2014

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i’ll try to use words.

there are the obvious ones: grateful, beholden, indebted, disbelieving, bed-wetting; but they all seem flat and empty compared to the marching band of thankful drumming around in my belly as i try to sit still.

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wednesday afternoon, in a ballroom teeming of my heroes, idols, icons, and personal celebrities—people i look up to and admire, and never in a million years would even aspire to emulate, they’re that stratospheric, out of my league fabulous; and there i was, breaking bread, sitting knee-to-knee, posing for selfies, and talking shop on bar stools with them.

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i was at the historic roosevelt hotel, in hollywood, california, for the annual equinox forum on group exercise, a global {we now have clubs in canada and london} meeting of managers and executives from every single equinox club in the world, to discuss, celebrate and plan equinox’s vision for the future.

it was obvious someone had made a GIANT mistake with my invitation, and most likely was going to get fired…..wes pedersen.

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i kept my mouth shut, drank the free coffee, tried not to draw too much attention to myself by eating the free breakfast, and did my best to take it all in like the poser i am.

it was a day crammed full of inspiration.

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i stopped counting the number of times i put index fingers to temples, in effort to commit my note-taking to memory. visions of the future, statistics of how far we as a company have come, testimonials from members whose lives have dramatically changed from the support of fellow instructors, people i know and love; this was an eight-hour re-affirmation {not that i needed it} of why i get jiggy with what i do.

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we are in the business of changing people’s lives; every day, every single morning and night, and i feel so lucky to be a part of it. the reality of what i get to do sometimes knocks me to the ground, in holy-shit, gratitude.

winding down the day we ended with the “noxie” awards ceremony, celebrating and rewarding the best in the industry for their dedication to equinox, and ingenuity at their affiliate clubs. it still is beyond me that i was allowed to witness and join in on this celebration.

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writing these next words feels like an out of body experience, as did the moment my photo and name flashed on the screen, when carol espel named me as a winner of my own “noxie” in the category of group exercise excellence.

i’m pretty sure i threw up.

there were multiple f-bombs on my part {sorry amy dixon.}

and i ruined the photos with my tears.

those are the only snippets i remember.

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again, most likely there was a mistake made somewhere, and someone will be losing their job, but for the time being, i am chin-t0-chest, hands in prayer, beyond thankful and feel utterly aghast, drunk on the fireworks of support and kindness i’ve been receiving over the last 48 hours.

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i once had a family member question my career choice:

all those years studying at ucla, and you’re teaching aerobics for a living?”

i’m not going to lie, this has fucked with me; as if i was less-than, or wasteful with my education or brain.

often times i’ve felt small or less erudite amongst so-called “professionals”-those who sit at desks and make decisions affecting world markets and policies for communities, teachers teaching our precious babies to be good citizens; mothers who stay at home raising future voters and toddlers to potty on toilets.

i don’t know how to do any of those things, i can’t even make a pie crust, but i can show you how to plank?

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but i realize, often times i’m the link before these professionals and parents get to said desks, classrooms or kitchens.

on wednesday we talked about our “through line” for the classes we teach; what’s our intention, our objective when we go in to teach…mine is always the same, has always been the same since i taught my first class seventeen years ago:

walk out of class feeling better than you walked in here.

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no it’s not profound or tweet worthy. but as i teach, cue and correct i have visions, hopes, expectations of my tribe going off on their day with a feeling of self-induced empowerment; a positivity that hopefully their spouse or partner, co-worker, or even enemy will feel.

maybe that day will be the day they’re able to forgive, let go of the albatross of bitter holding them back from living a more joyful life. perhaps a lyric of a song will remind them how far they’ve come from a bad break-up, or maybe just an encouraging woo-hoo from a fellow rider will confirm to someone else, one whose heart might be in the middle of breaking into a million little pieces, that they are not alone.

i want my students friends  family walking out of class feeling like this.

this is why i teach.

i am beyond grateful for my award, but the real award is this family.

thank you equinox.

thank you family.

love,

katie

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it’s friday, i’m in love…

March 21, 2014

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friday two-fists in the air to you m’loves!

i sprung out of bed, landing toe-ball-heel, raring to dance the hippy-shake.

who else is with me?

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this week marked me officially as a certifiable certifed dailey method instructor.

i love my new home, my boss, my fellow teachers and students.

please come visit me at this gorgeous newport beach barre studio.

we’ll tilt our hips, scoop our abdominals and tone our “seats,”—–and you might even get a little miley twerk from me if you’re sweet.

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i’m trying to write this post; stay on point, keep it succinct and interesting, but there’s a seduction taking place to my right; a dark, robust suitor nesting in my coffee mug, competing for my affection and attention with its smoky aroma and bitter caramel taste.

my vegan princess-pal patty, lavished a bag of these prized roasters’ choice beans on me, from the handsome boys, the hot new name in delicious, gourmet, coffee.

the distraction is killing me.

please excuse typos and grammatical errors….”it was the coffee officer, i swear.”

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more gifts! more gifts! more gifts!

this is my happy “gift face”⇧

i’m telling you i AM the luckiest brat in town.

i LOVE it when my students/friends give me music; specifically in the mixed tape/cd form–it’s like i’m back in jr. high again, biting my nails when my crush walks by {the janitor} and wetting pants when i laugh too hard {yes, i was THAT girl.}

this particular bad boy is from my love, litza. she is queen of finding the rare, never been heard before, mashup—i’m convinced in her spare time she actually makes them herself.

litza knows my style and my taste for the power of the not so in your face, blatant, is that bass or did you just jack hammer my eardrum?, song.

phantogram can do no wrong for these types of moments, and she included their newest single “fall in love” on my mixed c.d.

more often than not the orange county vanity plate is a nauseating dispatch of one’s wealth: CASHMNY, STKBRKR, UPGRDE, INDABK, BNKRLD + HIRLLR are some recent examples of plates i’ve espied around town {the gulfstream/bristol farms parking lot is a fantastic stockpile for such vehicle-egomania.} hunkiest and i actually have a game with another couple where we take photos of the most obnoxious vanity plates we see; typically these messages are framed with a maroon and gold USC trojan frame {not trying to be a hater, but we have the photographic proof, AND our fellow game players-trojans themselves, can begrudgingly attest to this,} but on occasion i see a super cute vanity plate….yesterday i saw this one and it made me smile.

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something else to make you smile: jennifer lawrence’s deleted lip sync scene from american hustle.

i wasn’t too wild about this film. i thought jennifer lawrence was the only bright spot in the whole movie; such a shame this scene of rosalyn furiously cleaning the house like a rabid, meth-addicted chipmunk, simultaneously singing santana’s “evil ways” was axed.

i enjoyed this clip more than the entire 2 hour and 9 minute running time.

here’s the whole four-minute scene {worth the watch!}

so there they you have it, my friday loves…anything you care to share, darling readers?

wishing you a weekend of shaking hips, baby momma’s, and cash money!

see you on the other side of sunday m’loves…..

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