Hot Yoga, Weeks 35 and 36: Downward Dog, 2014!

Week 35 of hot yoga was easy; I was away at the farm for the Christmas season, where I badly injured my knee enough to be bedridden all Christmas Eve and Day, with elevated, iced, tensored knee, and Advils and Crown Royal.  I’m not a drinker, and this was my first time downing whiskey; my …

Days Without Sugar: A Year Without Sugar

A Year Without Sugar! Last year, Noël was my Waterloo; the stress and the plethora of desserts caught up to me in my mom’s laundry room, after all but me had gone to bed.  The guilt and horrible realization I was going to have to return home and re-set my sign to 0 made a …

The Bitter Taste of Defeat, aka No Surrender

The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak: After making it through Christmas Day and dinner resisting all the shortbread and peanut butter chocolate balls, after discovering there wasn’t even any pie to worry about impressing my mom by eating, I met a temporary Waterloo upon stumbling over the leftovers of the peach trifle …

Days without sugar: 69, dude!

A friend texted me last night to ask, “Why are you doing this?”, and, my Friendly Neighborhood Passerby Encouragement Cheerleader Carrie dropped by another (beautifully printed) card for the holidays, also including a few questions and her email. Why: Because I am was a slave, to sugar and the sugar industry, and I realized why …