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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 6 – YOGA DAY 149 :: ice cream yoga

2 Jun

Day 149: Funny.

Yoga done. Ice cream eaten.
And this is what the bottom of a bowl of chocolate ice cream looks like…after it has been eaten.

Which makes me wonder… does
Ice Cream + Yoga = 0 Calories?

Hope comes in many flavors.

More tomorrow.
Lovemore,
Jamie

{hope}
#lovemoredomore

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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 6 – YOGA DAY 44 :: let them eat cake!

13 Feb

Day 44. Homemade.

This is what homemade chocolate cake looks like:

Justin made it this morning…And I can guarantee it won’t last long! Happy pre-Valentine’s Day. So tonight I had my yoga and my cake too. I did ten extra minutes of yoga… so that’s at least one more slice of cake, right?

Right.

More tomorrow.
Lovemore,
Jamie

{sweet treats?}
#lovemoredomore

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BLOG – GIFT DAY 217 :: thank you chocolate

5 Aug
Who did you thank today?I ask because I am finding this Card Crusade so enlightening. It has made me so much more focused on being a giver instead of a taker. 

Today, as I practiced my giving muscle, I sent my card for yesterday (since it was Sunday) and wrote out a new one for today. Yesterday’s card went out to my dear friend Amy, who has been like a soul-sister to me. And today’s card is going to a yogi I adore.

A few days ago I received this fun gift in the mail.
Chocolate!

And, yes, I was happy to be a taker!!

Thank you Kelly, I loved the surprise.
And, yes, the chocolate was melted when it arrived (but nothing a freezer can’t fix!). While it did melt it still tasted SO GOOD!

Even more important, the gift melted my heart. 

It’s not any ordinary chocolate bar. It comes with a love poem inside.  And since chocolate gives off the power of love and that all over warm feeling (apparently the flavanols in chocolate increase blood flow) I have to admit, I love it.

But, you know what I LOVE more…..
Sending cards out to people I care about. There just aren’t enough cards or days to tackle that one, but I am trying one day at a time.

And, I encourage you to reach out to ones you love as well.

  • Slip a card in your hubby’s lunch
  • Hide a card under your child’s pillow
  • Stick a card on your mother’s dashboard
  • Drop a note on your employee’s desk
It doesn’t take a lot to say thank you.
It really only takes two words (and maybe some chocolate love!).More tomorrow.

Lovemore {fearless}
JamieP.S. The CARD CRUSADE all made possible by Green Ink Gallery. Check out their beautiful fine art cards!

P.P.S.  If you want to get some chocolate that professes its love to you, click here.

{what do love, right now?}

Day 223: three things series is back… what did you love today (more than chocolate?)

11 Aug

It couldn’t be hotter on Martha’s Vineyard, due to Jaws Fest here on “Amity Island” — I even saw a sign today in a window that made me do a double-take.

The island is so busy and the traffic so backed up, I had enough time to snap this pic out the window of my car while idling on Main Street.

It makes it easy to confuse reality with cinema. Jaws.  Amity Island.  A movie.  A place.  A feeling.

It’s just a movie, but it’s fear inducing. Because our minds don’t know the difference between reality and cinema – the fight or flight symptoms kick right in whether it’s real or just looks real.

As for me, I flee a scary movie. And, I’m not sure I want to change that.

As for love, I fell totally for Pandora Radio today as I cleaned and vacuumed and prepared for the next round of visitors here at the house on Amity Island. There’s something so amazing about good tunes — it’s make the time fly by, even when I’m cleaning.

Which gave me more time to spend with my pups.
And, now, forgive me while I dote… aren’t they cute?

No matter the name of this island we’re on…
never fear, these guys are the real deal — and I love them more than chocolate!

Day 235: natural disasters and chocolate

23 Aug

There are disasters, then there are natural disasters, and then, there are earthquakes.

My first green smoothie was a natural disaster.
On Day 47 I attempted a foray into the greener side of the world and fell into a bit of a blender bender.  In the moment it tasted awful and walloped my already bruised kitchen ego.

This of course, was just a little blip, just a small setback, a wee little ditty of a disaster.

I have lived through worse.
Disasters of all kinds; the divorce-kind, the dream-over kind, the “congratulations you have cancer” kind, and the worst: get-on-a-plane-your-mother-is-not-going-to-make-it-through-the-night kind.

Having survived all of these, I can report there was nothing natural about any of it.  They each shook up my world, turned it over and dumped me out on the other side.

Today however,  I felt a new kind.  An earthquake kind.  The kind that makes the couch wave like a flag under your bottom.

For a moment I thought I was dizzy, or imagining things.  I saw the room move out of the corner of my eye, then saw the table in front of me lift off the floor, go up, and then settle back down again.

I thought to myself, you are really losing it now. 

Because I was tired.
We played in the sun yesterday to pretend to be beach bums on at least one of Justin’s days off.  Then, after catching blue crabs until dusk, we  stayed up way too late to catch the late showing of the movie The Help. While the motion picture was SO worth staying up for (and true to the book!), we didn’t crawl into bed until after 1:00 am.  Then, Pup, our beloved dog, surprised us with a 6:00 am diarrhea attack right next to our beloved bed — which, unfortunately, no one can sleep through or after — not even Pup.

So I was dragging.
My eyelids were barely lifted off those crevices on my face called “eye-sockets” when the room began to move.

As the world turned, my mind raced.
Am I losing blood pressure?
Am I going to faint?
I have fainted before and this felt distinctly like the three seconds before my body hitting pavement scenario.

But, then, I didn’t faint. It went away.

I looked around and Pup was still asleep, dreaming of steak tips I’m sure, as if nothing ever happened.  I walked outside the house and looked up and down the street — nothing.  Everything seemed normal; people playing tennis, joggers passing by, tourists riding bikes.

So I dismissed it as my tired brain playing tricks on me.
A few minutes later I scanned Facebook and saw that word:  EARTHQUAKE.

Suspicion confirmed.  The earth had moved under my feet.  The couch did wave under my bottom. The table did go up, then down again.  Pup did sleep through it all.  But, I was not crazy.

I guess that’s the funny thing about disasters of all kinds — you think you’re going crazy the exact moment the earth begins to shake, crazy like, this is NOT happening to me.

Tonight, with reports flowing that the 5.8 earthquake left mostly shock and awe in our hearts and minds, but little damage in the streets, I am comforted.  The ground seems stable again.

But, I know, like everything else in life, there is constant change underfoot.
And, that, really just makes me want to eat a piece of chocolate.

Day 211: on top of the world

30 Jul

It’s wedding day around here.
And, while it is customary for the bride and groom to be on top of the world on this special day, the rest of us will soon be too.

Well, technically, we will be on top of a ski mountain, one that requires a chair lift to transport each of us to the summit and the ceremony.

The big, pressing question over the last few days has been: what are you wearing?

For the women at least, there has been much discussion about shoes and attire. It’s a survey of sorts, being passed around like hors d’oeuvres:

Heels or flats?
Pants or dress?
Strapless or sleeveless?

Add a weather forecast of 90 degrees and this becomes even more interesting.

So, this afternoon we wedding goers did what girls do best:  laid out all of the options to debate the pros and cons of each dress.  It’s great fun, I must admit.  It’s like playing dress-up, or pretending to shop, or something in between.

As for me:

The old Jamie, would have spent two days, if not two weeks, figuring out what dress to wear, what shoes to buy, what jewelry to match.  The new Jamie, at least the 211 days into her promise Jamie, has learned how to make due, be a little more creative than just swiping her credit card for a new outfit in a moment of confusion, and, she is certainly honing her re-purposing skills with what’s already in her closet.

There is just one problem.
Dropping my sugar addiction has also allowed me to lose something else.
My already-less-endowed endowment. (And, I’m not talking about finances here.)

So strapless is out.
I really wanted to wear my totally adorable turquoise and white striped strapless number. It’s a perfect fit for a summer wedding. It’s cool and fun and totally design worthy. But, I don’t trust it’s ability to stay in place, especially with my butt placed on a chair lift 2,006 feet about sea level.

So my long, chocolate-brown cotton dress will do.  It will be cool enough, long enough, and just right enough for the occasion (and, the only chocolate this girl will have today!)

It’s almost perfect, except for one thing.
It is cut a bit too low for me now.  But, I have a solution.  A strapless tank top will now replace any cleavage that once stood in its place.  And, that’s okay. Because the new Jamie is learning to go with the flow.  Or, lack thereof.

Oh, and bike shorts!
I plan to wear bike shorts underneath.  At least until I get to the top of the mountain.

Oh, yes, and flip flops!
I will be toting both heels and flip flops.  Just in case.

And that’s enough.  Actually, it’s just right.
Because, if there is one thing I am learning this year, it is this: I already have what I need.

And, whether it is strapless, sleeveless, long, short, hemmed, lace, cotton or sequined — there is only one dress that matters on this day.

The one the bride is wearing.
For, it is her moment, to be, on top of the world.


Day 202: o chocolate, chocolate, wherefore art thou chocolate?

21 Jul

My Dear Chocolate:

I can’t remember the last day I had you in my life.
But today I really craved you, I missed you and I almost crumbled at the thought of you melting in my mouth.

We haven’t been with each other since April and I am really okay with this (most days).  But, today you were on my mind.  All. Day. Long.

Why?
Why do you haunt me so?

My body was uncomfortable, my stomach was growling and nothing would satisfy it except for visions of you my dear chocolate.

But I can’t have it.
Even though I almost caved.

Just as I was turning to this little treat that’s been hiding out in the cupboard, I stopped myself and remembered…

It’s not your chocolaty goodness I crave, it’s your sugary sweetness.
Okay, alright, you got me!  That’s not the whole truth.

Here’s the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
(WARNING: You may not want to read past this point.)

It’s that time of  month for me, yep, that’s right.  And chocolate, my dear chocolate, you are relentless.  Your grip is tight.  The thought of your flavor is overwhelming and I see you everywhere I go.

There, I said it.
It’s true.  I miss you.

And so true is this:
While I passed up my chocolate cravings today, I turned to a new chocolate in my life, a cocao in fact.

Cacao Powder.
It has no sugar.  It is organic.  It’s tastes great in my coffee.  And it saved me today.

But, I know my dear chocolate, this conversation is not over.
Until we meet again.

xo~Jamie

Day 161: f*ing friday :: fastidious

10 Jun

TGIF.
Today continues the weekly series, F*ing Fridays, which will coincidentally occur on Friday. I mentioned some of my favorite F words back on Day 5, including: Fearless, Fabulous, Fine, Fun, Faith, Freedom, Forgiveness, to name a Few.

Last week I dove into the word Fix.

Today’s F*ing Friday is dedicated to the word:
Fastidious

As in, having complicated nutritional requirements.

I’m becoming one of those people. 
The kind you dread inviting over for dinner or hosting for brunch.

The kind who talks about food all the time, what she can eat, can’t eat, wants to eat, didn’t eat, would KILL to eat, will never eat again.

Part of me hates being one of those people.
Part of me revels in it.

Complicated it certainly is.

Ever since the cleanse (see Days 100137) I have monitored my mouth.
Not my words, more like my food and specifically my cravings.

I have been everything from gluten-free, dairy-free, sugar-free, meat-free, pizza-free, chocolate-free, ice cream-free to happily cooking-free.

Not eating items from the list above has been a process but mostly easy enough to stomach.

Well, except for the current chocolate-free state of my nation.  But, even through that I have been able to do it (mostly) with grace and at times grinning and bearing it.

I have a learned a few things in the process:
1)  It is very difficult to find non-processed, sugar free food in airports
2)  I am capable of turning down sugar and tuning out my cravings

Take this past week ~ at our events and gatherings galore with Women on Fire where this tray of sugary sweetness kept finding me and staring me straight in the eye:

I successfully turned it down.
Which is a big feat if you are standing in my shoes.

The fascinating side effect of all this has been one tiny change:
Whole, natural food tastes sweeter.

By removing the corn syrup, added sugar and processed foods I am starting to feel my taste buds again.  This, coming from the girl who thought “breakfast” was the part of the day invented to eat cake and drink chocolate.

I’m not saying I will never eat sugary desserts again.
I’m sure that day will come, hopefully in moderation.

In the meantime, I can live with having a fastidious appetite, being called a picky eater, being gingerly addressed with the “what can you eat these days?” question before dinner parties and rummaging around in your refrigerator for my own food when the menu veers in a different direction.

Because the truth is, so far, I feel fabulous.
And, that is F*ing priceless.

Now …who wants to have me over for dinner?


Day 139: sweet dreams

19 May

Can you guess where I am?

Here’s a photo hint….

Do you know what’s in that little baggie of goodness?

The one.
The only.
DoubleTree chocolate chip cookie!!

That’s right, I’m at the Orlando DoubleTree hotel.
Ah, the famous home of warm, baked, chocolate chip cookies!

I can’t believe I turned down a cookie today.
I said no to the wonderfully helpful and welcoming woman at the front desk.

She looked at me like I had two heads.
And, really, I do.

There is one head:  the thinking one.
She is pretty much scared of sugar and convinced it is a toxin after watching this little video. 

Then, there is the other head:  the craving one.
She craves chocolate and sugar.  She looooooves chocolate and sugar.
And she can justify eating it any time of day.

Today, the thinking head won.
I turned down the chocolate chip cookie and can honestly say I have never done that before!

I’m not saying I will never have chocolate or sugar ever again. But, after going this long, over a month now, I’m not ready to break the streak.

Plus, I just know what happens when I start with these little cookies… I can’t stop.

(Case in point:  I have literally asked the DoubleTree hotel for seconds, thirds and fourths of those lovely cookies before.  Seriously.  And, the hotel will oblige!)

This is a major (huge!) change in my life.
I might be dreaming of those yummy cookies.
But, I’m saying no.

Because, I am committed to creating sweetness, long lasting sweetness in the form of healthy habits for my head, heart, body and soul.

And, I guess, dear DoubleTree delight, that’s just the way the cookie crumbles.


Day 137: throwing out chocolate

17 May

Today I made a bold move.
A really bold, in-your-face move.

I threw out all of my chocolate.

I have been saving bars of chocolate since the cleanse started.  Those chocolate squares sat lonely in my cupboard for the last month all wrapped in foil just waiting for me to finish this little experiment and unwrap them.

I decided it was time.
It’s a new day over here.

Today is the first day of my life, post cleanse, that I am in control of my diet.
So, I threw it all out.

Ironically, it is also the day that a man named Don Gorske ate his 25,000th Big Mac.

25,000 Big Macs?

It made me stop and think:  how many Big Macs have I eaten in my lifetime?
10?  100?  1,000?

I have no idea.
(I mean, all those elementary school t-ball games through high school basketball pre-game grazing parties add up, you know?)

I do know that I haven’t eaten a Big Mac in years.

However, when I start thinking about how much SUGAR I have ingested over the years, I get a little queasy.  Between all the soda, brownies, cookies and sweets I could probably sink a battleship, if not just my diet.

Good news.  A new movie is out to show diet is the answer.
It’s from the research of Dr. T. Colin Campbell, the author of The China Study: The Most Comprehensive Study of Nutrition Ever Conducted And the Startling Implications for Diet, Weight Loss, And Long-term Health.

The movie?  Forks Over Knives.

The feature film Forks Over Knives examines the profound claim that most, if not all, of the degenerative diseases that afflict us can be controlled, or even reversed, by rejecting our present menu of animal-based and processed foods.

I’m still waiting for the movie to hit a theater near me.

In the meantime, sugar is out, and the chocolate is gone.
Believe me, I still have a sweet tooth, I am just learning to control it (and rummaging through the garbage doesn’t count!).

Plus, I know SOMEDAY my body will thank me.
All this makes me wonder:  what could you throw out?

Here’s a preview of Forks over Knives if you would like to learn more:



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