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girl crush: christina sinclair

February 10, 2015

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tuesday happy to you m’loves.

welcome to “girl crush” tuesday.

i am beyond thrilled to showcase my friend and colleague, christina sinclair.

christina is a heavy hitter in the barre world and blogosphere.

her beach babe fitness is one of my favorite blogs; christina offers online workouts, recipes + nutritional advice, and great motivation for your fitness endeavors.

let’s get to know this southern california dynamo:


please tell us a little about yourself:

Hi, I’m Christina! Mother, wife, fitness instructor and blogger.  Born and raised in Orange County, I spent 6 years in LA and even lived in the UK for a whole 6 weeks. That’s where I met my husband. We did long distance for two years before I dragged him across the atlantic and he put a ring on it. We have a rescue dog named Patrick, and an (almost) 9 month old son. I’m passionate about maintaining a healthy lifestyle, dramatic arts (I have a BA from USC), and my growing family.


name 5 bottom of the jar products?

January Labs facial products (all of them!), Blinc Mascara which is unlike any mascara you’ve ever tried, Honest company natural deodorant, Dr Bronners Peppermint Soap, + Bag Balm.


who is your style icon and why?

According to Pinterest it looks like it’s a toss-up between Olivia Palermo and Miranda Kerr. They both have a polished and feminine look with a good mix of classic and contemporary.


what is your winter fashion must-have item?

My Leather Jacket and my Ugg Slippers.


what is your favorite smell?

Oh I love smells! Gardenias, sunscreen, and freshly brewed coffee!


how do you define luxury?

a view of the ocean and a glass of red.


what’s the last book you read and loved?

Dissolving Illusions by Dr Suzanne Humphries — Fascinating!


what are your vices?

Chipotle, Dessert, and Procrastinating.

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finish the sentence….i can never leave the house without:

giving my dog a treat.


give me your 5 deserted island items….people and things?

My husband and son, lots of sunscreen, a fishing rod and a big box of matches.


what is your idea of perfect happiness?

Peace, Gratitude and Philippians 4:6


in what historical era would you most like to have lived?

the early 1970s — the music, the fashion just the whole vibe… An 80s aerobic instructor would have been fun too.


what are your favorite things about living in southern california?

 the sun, the beach and all of the close getaway spots — palm springs, big bear, catalina, mexico… so many options!


what are your least favorite things about southern california?

the traffic, the smog, the stereotypes.


such a treat to have christina here today.

thanks so much for stopping by the goodniteirene.

if you’re in southern california be sure to catch one of christina’s butt-busting barre classes at equinox newport beach + equinox irvine.

you can also find christina on facebook, instagram, twitter, pinterest, and you tube.

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girl crush: leigh beach

September 25, 2014


don’t let that pretty face fool you; this beauty queen has a mouth on her that makes sailors ask for smelling salts; and i say that with complete admiration and envy.

on today’s latest installment of girl crush i give you the hilarious, charming, gorgeous, albeit right-winged, and talented leigh beach.

leigh is a fellow spin instructor at equinox newport beach.  she has turned sunday mornings into a can’t-miss, rousing revival of great music, laughs, and ass-kicking.

she is my sister in sarcasm, a partner in profanity, and a loving soul who is completely devoted to those she cares for.

i feel so lucky to call her “friend.”


leigh is the wife to political consultant, eric; and together they happily parent three of the greatest kids: rylan, sawyer, saxon.

you can keep up with their gut-busting adventures on leigh’s popular blog, three before thrity.

when not taking us on hills & sprints, getting to carpool on time, and hobnobbing with political elite, leigh also finds room in her whacky schedule to work at lululemon at fashion island.

today she’s made the time to give us a little behind-the-scenes look into her full life.


name 5 bottom of the jar products?

Trader Joes Coconut Body Butter Lotion. It’s got that “I just landed in OC from Waikiki smell.”

L’Oreal mascara. It’s the only brand I’ve ever used. I don’t believe in spending a lot of money on mascara…so I’ve never tried anything else. And I never leave home without it on.

Batiste Dry Shampoo. A girlfriend who also happens to be my hair stylist has finally convinced me not to wash every day…I use this dry shampoo between washes. It smells great and keeps my hair from every looking greasy.

Jo Malone Nectarine Blossom and Honey perfume. That reminds me. I’m all out. #anxiety

Kim Crawford Sauvignon Blanc. “Bottom of the bottle” counts too, right?


who is your style icon and why?

Can I have more than one? Twiggy. Kate Moss. Drew Barrymore. Rachel Zoe and Nicole Richie. I love bohemian style…It’s so effortless and cool. But I got my appreciation of all things fashion from my mom. I’m pretty sure she wore heels to the delivery room…


 how do you define luxury?

Dancing until way past midnight and hiring a babysitter to get up with the kids in the morning. Sleeping through the night. Sleeping in until 11am. The automatic tailgate button on my car.


what’s the last book you read and loved?

“Naptime is the new happy hour” and “Sippy cups are not for chardonnay.


 what are your vices?

Goat cheese and chips and guacamole. And country music concerts.


finish the sentence…

.i can never leave the house without: underwear. I’ve never been able to go commando. Now that I have children in elementary school, I’m sure they appreciate this too.


what advice would you give your 25 year old self?

Slow down. It’s not a race. Wear more sunscreen.  And, that tattoo you got a few years ago? Yeah, they’re calling it a “tramp stamp” now.


 what does your ideal 2 weeks off look like?

Hawaii with the whole fam. On the beach every day. Dinner out. Every. Single. Night.


give me your 5 deserted island items….people and things?

Me, Eric, the kids. And a babysitter. Shit. That’s 6. Oh and toilet paper. Is it bad to swap a kid for TP?


 what is your idea of perfect happiness? 

A house with AC. A kitchen with an island that’s big enough for the whole family to gather around. A king-sized bed. His/Her closets. His/Her bathroom sinks. I believe these are the keys to a happy marriage. {Still working on Eric for #s 1 and 2}


 family members excluded, what is your most prized possession?

It’s a toss-up between our home and my college diploma. Both I’m very proud to own. I almost didn’t graduate from high school on time but I graduated from college with honors. Just took me a little longer to get my shit together.


in what historical era would you most like to have lived?

The 70s. But then I really wouldn’t have made it out of high school.


what are your favorite things about living in southern california?

Fish tacos. The beach. Flip flops year round. Only owning one umbrella for a family of 5 and having no idea where it is. Riding our bikes down to the peninsula. Being near my family. I grew up in San Diego with my mom. She moved up here after my kids were born. My dad lives here too and both my parents help us out so much with our kids.


what are your least favorite things about southern california?

The keeping-up-with-the-joneses mentality…though my guess is that probably exists in a lot of communities outside of So Cal too. Not showing enough love to my boots and jackets. Sky-high tax rates. Sky-high gas prices. A democrat for a Governor. Sorry, what was the original question? The obsession with USC Football Sorry, my ACC-loving husband jumped on my questionnaire.


see? how can you not LOVE this girl!?!

thank you so much leigh beach for letting me adore you.

your wit, honesty, and overall lovelieness make you even more crushable.

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shut the fridge: tracy bauer edition!

November 5, 2013


talk about a girl crush…on looks alone tracy bauer is a vision of perfection in my book….but when this blue-eyed, ripped and lean new yorker opens her saucy, wicked-smart mouth? it’s like i’ve found my long-lost sister.

hilarious, hard-core, with a heart as big as the harvest moon, tracy bauer has charmed us southern californians with her quick wit, body-changing classes, and inspiring, true grit living.

she is a fitness phenom and her classes at equinox, yoga works and electricbodyz are packed to the gills.

welcome to “shut the fridge,” the tracy bauer addition.

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Look, lets get it right out in the open.  Im 90% German and just enough French to piss people off.  I’m 100% East Coast.  This means three things:  I’m a ball buster, I come from multiple lands of bad ass food and I eat meat, all kinds of meat.  This does not make me the Devil, nor does it make me sick, fat, or nearly dead.  Quite frankly I feel the most alive when I eat meat.  My blood work says I’m 20 and Im 43.  My parents and then my brother and I were raised on the finest meat.  I ate REAL grass fed, farm raised before it was trendy or hipster.  Most people have never been on, or for that matter, anywhere near a farm.  I was raised on one.

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In the late 70’s we moved away from the farm.  The 80s hit and it was harder to find grass fed farm raised.  My Father started his own mini farm.  We changed to wild caught anything.  Deer, rabbit, chicken. Wild caught fish.  Pump an animal full of junk and cage it up??  Absolutely no way we would eat that.  We had our own garden.  That garden and I had a love hate relationship.  My brother and I (cousins if they were visiting) would slave for hours picking those damn green beans!  But let me tell you they were the freshest, most delicious tastes I’ve ever experienced.  I hardly eat a tomato these days as it just doesn’t compare.

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Thanks to my little Fresh God in the sky that things are changing back to the old school ways.  Primal Pastures in Temecula is a great source for grass fed, farm raised meats.  The Farmers Market in Laguna Beach where I live cant be beat and I love www.eatwild.com which provides info for fresh, wild and local grown foods in your area.


I am a simple eater.  I can steam, grill and bake.  I can make an occasional fresh pizza. I’ve tried cooking.  After countless meals dumped in the trash and a husband that can chef it up with the likes of Gordon Ramsey I’ll stick to the old Weber!  Here’s how my days go down:

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Breakfast is often GF Steel Cut Oats with nuts and berries and a Tera’s Whey Protein drink.  Snacks are my homemade organic almond/hazelnut flour blueberry or pumpkin muffins or Fage yogurt with Barleans Oil and almonds.  I will eat whole yellow peppers and cucumbers all day long.  Lunch and dinner always consist of a delicious juicy steak, pork chop, lean ground turkey or ribs with brown rice/quinoa pasta or simply brown rice with olive oil and asparagus or broccoli.  All organic, all the time.  When I’m on the go teaching countless ass-kicking Yoga, Pilates, Sculpt or HIIT classes I take my Tera’s Whey with me.  I won’t apologize for my addiction to coffee with almond milk or Kombucha.  A special treat will be dinner made by the doll who is just an amazing talent in the kitchen!  I am a lucky gal!!


As you can see I do not run around on chicken and lettuce all day long.  I am, on the other hand, lean an ripped as hell.  I love food and all people should.  Its one of life’s glorious experiences and you should enjoy it while maintaining a balance.  As with all things life, there is an ebb and flow.  My mind, body and being truly ride that awesome ebb and flow and I appreciate and honor that it is mine to ride.

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everyday i’m hustlin’

October 30, 2013


did you know the average american gains five pounds between thanksgiving and new year’s day?

 days shift shorter, nights wax longer, the celebrations are more frequent, and the meals grow heavier.

 my friend and colleague, wes pedersen, is launching a pre-emptive strike on those pesky pounds.

tomorrow is the official launch of the holiday hustle, a friendly, non-competitive, motivational challenge where we all stay moving until 2014.


 your only goal is to log in either one mile of running/jogging/walking, or three miles of biking everyday for the next 63 straight days.

yes. everyday.


you do not have to be a member at equinox or even a member at a gym anywhere…but you’re still welcome to join in the fun….yes, i said “fun.”

like eqrrc on facebook to stay motivated and connect with others committed to the challenge. email: eqrrcnewportbeach@gmail.com to rsvp…

but really you’re accountability is with yourself.

my undertaking will be available to see on my instagram feed….#holidayhustle

who else is in?

let’s get hustlin’ my loves!

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August 9, 2013


so sunday, last, i found myself in a predicament not foreign to me: the one where i commit to a major event without scouring the fine print, combing through the details, or in sunday’s case reading my {insert expletive of choice} email.

thinking i had agreed to an outdoor, 3-hour, team-taught, spin-relay: i teach for an hour {mostly just as a warm up,} hand my bike off to another more capable instructor, where i then proceed to a supine position, preferably somewhere shady where for the remaining 2 hours i rest with my coffee and ipad in hand.

i was mistaken.

greeting me upon arrival were THREE instructor bikes, where we all THREE rode as a team…..for THREE hours.

my first marriage didn’t last this long.

but thanks to my encouraging and supportive partners, angela leigh & wes pedersen, and nicole deanda, the manager with the most, none of us ended up in court post-ride.


 coming home i wanted to eat everything in my kitchen, including the vitamix itself.

we know i do not cook.

but i’ll make an exception for my blender; at my house, preparing a smoothie is often the equivalent of me making a soufflé or 6 course meal, both resulting in flying pigs and an ice storm in hell.

hell reported a cold front on sunday afternoon.


in the winter i go big on kale, apples, cucumber, “winter” produce you could call it, but in the summer i like to take advantage of how delicious our blueberries, strawberries, peaches, nectarines and plums taste.

yet i still want the added benefit of a “green” drink, i.e. the vitamins and minerals typically associated with green produce like wheatgrass, spinach, cilantro, parsley, pears, celery, etc.

enter pro-Greens.

pro-Greens is an alkalizing, pro-biotic, organic, super-f00d, dietary supplement. people rave it does everything from lower glucose levels to balancing hormones. 

since reading this post where jane pratt sang the praises of pro-Greens and the effects she sees on her skin, i logged right into amazon.com and ordered me up a tub of this miracle powder.


i’m officially pro pro-Greens.

a scoop of pro-Greens is now the must-have fixin’ for my daily fruit cocktail.


to be honest, most of the green powder supplements i’ve sampled taste like the floor mat of a sushi bar.

you could add gummi bears and cheesecake, and the smoothie would still smack of blended up goldfish, but not pro-Greens.

if anything i sometimes detect a grandma’s vegetable soup flavor, which isn’t terrible, but doesn’t mesh well with cantaloupe or berries.

one banana and any evidence of green is gone…{wende are you reading this?}


see? it’s even pink and looks pretty too.

you greenies out there! do you ever supplement your drinks? what do you use?

back to spin class, a little head’s up: i’m doing another team-teach class this sunday at equinox newport beach.

just 50 minutes long, my girl samantha marcellino and i will be climbing, sprinting and dancing our heads off at 8am.

all are welcome…message me if you’d like to be my guest.

weekend happy to you m’loves.

see you on the other side of sunday…

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i dare you!

June 7, 2013


you can bet your orphan annie, bottom dollar that this song, RAC‘s remix of gentlemen hall‘s “sail into the sun,” will be knocking some drywall loose at the house this weekend, and maybe even busting a speaker or two at equinox on saturday morning. even right now, at 4:12am, as i listen to this song for the 12th time this morning, it is still physically impossible for me to NOT flail around like the happiest daisy in the flowerbed, hoping to get picked for the bouquet. 

i dare you to be in a bad mood after listening to this song.

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and i think i know a panda or two who will take me up on a wild romp under the disco ball, heads bouncing in beat to this perfect summer tune as we shoulder shimmy our way around the dance floor, or at least i’ll get em’ to sprint with me through 3 intervals to the top.

who’s game? 

happy summer listening m’loves.

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the grenade

April 15, 2013

*WARNING: this post contains an obscene amount of name-dropping….it’s how i make myself feel important and popular……carry on. 


holy laughing cow!

be careful what you ask for katie. this weekend a grenade of inspiration exploded in my nutzo-stuffed face; where its sparkly, liberating debris trickled down to my baggy, sweatpant, favoring bottom, and lit a chevy tahoe-sized campfire.

{s’mores not included.}

i spent the bulk of my weekend surrounded by people {fellow instructors} who, with their vast knowledge and talent make me feel, at one end of the dance floor, like i should quit my day job, and learn to valet park cars; and no surprise here, loser that i am, i can’t drive a stick.


 yet at the punchbowl, where we all gathered to spike the juice with kombucha, their compassion, generosity, and enthusiasm for community, emboldened me to set goals so wild i can’t even say them out loud, let alone type them on wordpress.dot.oh.are.gee.

thank you angela leigh, keith irace, skip jennings, jill grogg, nicole quibodeaux, luciana friere, stephanie vitorino, trina altman, raquel perry, lisa hubbard, wende lichon, and jill miller.

every single one of these beautiful souls touched me deep this weekend. whether it be with their kindness, ardor for their craft, or just a smile or hug. their commitment to creating better, healthier lives for others is so lovely and contagious. there’s no other ball i’d rather be crashing.


i had many {much-needed} conversations about the need for teachers to connect, support each other, crisis manage, celebrate, or even just laugh out loud regarding various mishaps that run amok in the lululemon-wearing, crazy world of 4am wake-up calls, the necessary {?} evil of class counts, the never-ending choreography in your head, the playlist that always needs to be refreshed, the nap that never gets achieved, mostly 7 days a week, and you’re just barely covering the bills each month.

the greatest job ever!

my mind is abuzz to create an anonymous forum to support instructors, who give all of themselves, sacrifice time with family and friends, teach while injured and sick, or with broken hearts; sometimes only to get trashed by comment cards, yelp or rateyourburn.


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we did it!

March 4, 2013

we did it. we did it good.

oc spin showed up, put out, and left money on the bedside table.

{yes, i said that.}team1i know it was a indoor spin-a-thon, but we also added dancing, hugging, and a love-fest to the activities as well.


my aha moment occurred two hours into the event, 4 side stitches later, sweaty hair, and shin splints to boot {i still had yet to even sit on a bike–this was all from dancing,} when i created my new concept for my next group exercise class: 90′s prom: 60 minutes of dancing {awkwardly in my case} with your best friends to insane music, as if it’s the last night of high school. definitely a prime time wait list waiting to happen. group fitness managers? are you reading? 


none of this could have taken place without your generous donations and support. i’d also like to thank ritual wellness for keeping us hydrated and fueled with their amazing organic juices and alkaline waters. my mentor, angela leigh, who helped me have the confidence to accept such an honor.

and our team captain {s}: kathleen & guyan randall who literally brought this whole team together; thank you so much for your leadership, hard work, and guidance.

but most of all i have to thank my angels: laura, jennifer, charla & jill. you’re four faces danced next to me the whole day long. 


i don’t remember much of my teaching. thank goodness hunkiest had a camera, otherwise i wouldn’t have believed i actually was up there.

i, do, remember there being technical difficulties with my music causing the whole ride to come to a halt.

it’s interesting. people actually thought i was joking when i offered to sing what would have been my audition for “les miserables”

um, hello? #neverknowwhenthatbigbreakmaycome


so there it is…$13 million and still counting. every single cent of that to fund rare cancer research. the stories we heard of survival, perseverance, and progress will stay with me forever. i can’t remember ever feeling more proud to be a member of such an heart-stirring community.

i cannot wait until next year. 

thank you all for accompanying me on this journey. let me know if you’re interested in participating in next year’s ride. interest lists are already forming.

love you guys,


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zima in the can please.

March 1, 2013


my pants would burst into flames if i said your generosity stunned me. 

two nights ago i dreamt i called the police on myself for airbrushing my passport photo.

lying isn’t a shot i swig down handily.

so what i’m trying to say is, yes, you ARE too old for that haircut


henceforth, my lovely readers, my friends and family, i can’t really tell you i’m “surprised” at your response to my cycle for survival ride, which happens to go down in 24 hours.

you are all top shelf human beings; who’s everyday kindness and generosity makes me feel like the tiny, unruly cricket that i am; squeaking in your ear like so.

i expected your support; what i did NOT anticipate was your over-the-top, largesse in donations.


and because of that i am overcome with a swelling heart. a heart that each day abounds bigger, rounder, with more open doors and chairs so that we all have a place to party.

we still have one more day of fundraising, and our team is so close to our goal. so if you know anyone or any businesses that may want to help we are taking donations until tomorrow {saturday} morning. no donation is too small. 


i’m more than freaked out to teach tomorrow. i don’t even want to know how many people will be there. thank god the bike is stationary.

just curious, how inappropriate do you think it be to show up drunk?

 ok, yes very bad idea. besides do they even make zima anymore? {my drink of choice.}

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instead of booze i will buzz high on open-mouth smiles, bittersweet tears, exalted fists in the air, and the elation of getting one step closer to beating mother-effin’ cancer!

here’s to progress m’loves.

see you on the other side of sunday.



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scenes from a weekend….

May 14, 2012

monday goodness to you m’loves.

today mr. sunshine stalks me like an undeniable 8th grade crush. he won’t leave me alone, and i LOVE it.

peeping in through my windows, spying on me early in the morning as i try to bathe, following me to and from my car at the gym, this guy means business; sunny days are here to stay: bring on the happy, the jaunt in your step, it’s a grand journey, this roller coaster ride of a world.

albeit exhausting, my weekend was a crock pot of all the ingredients in my life that make it full and delicious: work, family, friends & beasts.

saturday began with two intense classes. first an early morning equinox spin where we rang up watts and rpms that got the facebook and twitter status’ all a-flutter. then i hurried off to yogaworks where i taught my last pilates fusion class after 8 years. a bittersweet hour indeed, for i’ve come to love many, dear people there.

but i’m moving on to a new studio…..more on that to come.

the race to never slow down continued in saturday’s on-going pilates training. we worked the cuckoo-clock out of double-leg kick, and then broke out into an impromptu let’s see why all of us pilates/yoga instructors are always in so much pain.

lisa, our trainer, concluded me: overworked.

{ba dum bump}

reinforcements are always important for these types of trainings. i feel like room mom. i make sure to repeatedly stock the studio with chocolate for my girls. it just keeps for an overall mood of silly and light during these long, tiresome days.

sunday morning was for mother. we brunched hard!

i go ladylike in dress only……truck driving, foul-mouthed, hip-checking, elbow throwing linebacker is how i typically like to work my buffet. the heels provide for a nice disguise.

i went downward dog deep into the cheese station. this morning i was still finding remnants of humboldt fog in my hair, and i’m pretty sure there’s a housewife nursing a bruised shin today; sorry, but when tater tots are on the line, i go for blood. i don’t care if they are for your kids.

after my 5 plate binge i had to go right back to pilates….here’s priscilla showing her protest.

i felt her pain. the last thing i wanted to do after eating for 12 was rocking swan dive. i miss my family, but the always-have-to-be-working-psycho in me won yesterday’s battle between beast and mommy. i think it was my first victory ever with priscilla.

after hours of neutral spine, low belly engagement, and knitting my ribs so shut i had to call a locksmith to open them back up, i finally retreated to my bath.

i’m convinced a 2 hour bath can do more than any drink, pill and ice cream sundae to soothe a tired, stressed girl’s soul. using salts and oils from my beloved melissa, i drifted into a drowsy, bliss of dreams sweet.

a weekend happy indeed.

tell me m’loves about your weekend. please share with me your adventures and smiles.

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