Archive | October, 2011

Yoga mat dinner?

31 Oct

An important reminder…

What we eat becomes us.

Our bodies.  Our cells.  Our life really.

That’s way more important than an expensive eye cream.  Or, boots… ;).  These thoughts came up (again) when I was going through my budget with M.  I mainly spend my money on food.  And, that’s important to me.  It’s also important to me to (try my best to) eat REAL stuff.  Good stuff.  That means fresh.  That means stuff that rots.  That means knowing where my food comes from and choosing organic, local, homemade and alive.

(And, not a lot of animals…  But that’s a different post!)

To me this matters.  More than boots.  And, for me, taking account of my nutritional history, it’s an accomplishment of sorts.  It’s not the Olympics but I LOVE the fact that I use honey and agave nectar (try it!) and not that packaged chemical stuff I used to get at Costco.  (True story.  BIG yellow boxes.  And, we all know how Costco is the land of the excessive quantities.  I’m so sorry liver!)

Now, I’m not perfect.  (Damn you Redbull!  And, decision-making!!!!! )

But, I’m better.  In so many ways.  This means my cells are better too.  How cool is that?!!

And, if YOU need some encouragement to get on track with real eating (or just some positive reinforcement when you see your grocery bill) check out this article!

Whoa right?!!!!

If you’ve met me or read a bit you KNOW that I love my yoga practice.  Following, I love my yoga mat.  But, I wouldn’t eat my mat. 

(Would I? — Hmmm….  No.  Definitely not.  Food is not love.  It’s just food.  Love is love.  And, taking care of myself is love.)

Well, apparently ‘eating mat’ is not so obtuse.  According to the article, some of the same ingredients in the McRib are found in a — wait for it — gym (a.k.a YOGA) mat!!  To quote:  “it’s still a little disconcerting to know that, for example, azodicarbonamide, a flour-bleaching agent that is most commonly used in the manufacture of foamed plastics like in gym mats and the soles of shoes, is found in the McRib bun.”

And, that becomes your body.  I’m just saying…

Here’s a thought.  How about we continue to do our yoga and eat yummy, nutritious food. 🙂


“When was the last time…

28 Oct

a moment took your breath away?”

I like this question.  Or, any question really.  Any question that is about a story and not a label

This question came from a recent article (Thanks J.!) I read at  The author, Granderson, investigates how it has become commonplace in our society to open a conversation with inquiry about career.  Except this does not really serve us.  Not in that oatmeal, happy-place kind of way.  I especially like how Granderson problematizes the latent (accepted) judgments that come in tow with ‘what do you do?’ career questions.

“Since the end of the 20th century, “What do you do for a living?” has ceased to be an inquiry about how someone spends their time during normal business hours and instead serves as a slightly grating, socially acceptable manner in which we remind each other of the stuff we don’t have or will never get.

We may understand that money does not buy happiness, but over the past few decades that notion has been competing against a message that at every turn tells us we can’t be happy without it. This dichotomy has slowly disconnected the American dream from the idea of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness and attached it to one’s ability to move up the ladder.”

(Hint:  You can be happy.  It’s called self-respect.  It’s called friendships.  It’s called love.)

Importantly, Granderson speaks about “getting back to what it means to be human as opposed to a consumer.”  Thank you Granderson.  How beautifully put.

But.  There is work to do.  He comments:

“Last week, in roughly 36 hours, I went from sipping coffee at a Starbucks in a midsized city in Michigan, to ordering overpriced cocktails at a posh hotel lounge in Beverly Hills, to shaking my head disapprovingly as I drove by Confederate flags that still flap in the wind in Jackson, Mississippi.

Along the way I found myself engaged in a number of casual conversations with some of my favorite kind of people — strangers.

It would make sense that folks from the Midwest, West Coast and Deep South would have radically different approaches to life — and in many ways they do — but what I found amusing was that regardless of the ZIP code, it did not take long for the person I was talking to ask me what I do for a living.

In some cases in Beverly Hills, they wanted to know that before they knew my name.

It all seemed so callous and fake.

Then I remembered “what you do” is the new “who you are.””

Now it just all seemed so sad.

We can DO better.

How are you? 

When was the last time a moment took your breath away? 🙂