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Cats of All Sizes

I recently watched a TED talk by Beverly + Dereck Joubert about big cats in Africa. They spent 3 years studying a leopard they named Legadema, Setswana for "light from the sky." How beautiful is that? Perhaps my emotions are running high from all the changes I've been experiencing - mostly overwhelmed with happiness, but I teared up many times during their 20 minute talk. I'm not going to ruin the video for you but I will say it was heartbreaking to learn how these big cats are being decimated by poachers and hunters. According to the Joubert's, over the last 50 years: Lions have gone from 450,000 to only 20,000 today.
Tigers from 45,000 to only 3,000
Cheetahs from 50,000 to 12,000
and Leopards from 700,000 to only 50,000.

From global warming to killing animals needlessly, we have lost touch with nature. But this is something we should easily be able to prevent. How could we, as humans, knownigly be responsible for this type of behavior? In the video, they pointed out that killing one lion disrupts an entire ecosystem. The new lion that enters the pride, kills all the cubs and sometimes even the mothers protecting them in order to establish his power. It's interesting to learn how violent nature is, and in this case - as unnecessary as war itself. But humans are causing that added violence.

Before you lose hope completely, there's a beautiful and bright side to nature - specifically an incident of motherly instincts that we see through Legadema. But I'm not going to tell you what happens. You'll just have to watch for yourself and if you're interested in learning more, you can check out this post via Roar Africa, a company that offers guided tours of Africa.

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We Interrupt This Program

I interrupt my resume-revising, manifesto-writing, presentation-preparation, and contemplation of why there are only 24 hours in the day to bring you this video. That's PJS!

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Connections

I've officially been in San Francisco for over a month. As you can probably tell from the lack of posts, I'm having a wonderful time. The account planning program consists of 18 people, including 4 Brazilians, 2 Spaniards, 1 Argentinian, 1 Serbian, 1 Singaporean and 6 Americans from around the country. We're all motivated, curious, interesting, intelligent and kind, to say the least. It's sort of like study abroad except people are mature and everyone is genuinely appreciative of the experience because we've all put a lot of time and money into the program. I can't put into words how great it feels to be exactly where I was meant to be and I say that in the broadest terms.

Within the first two weeks, I met a few people who are now very good friends. In fact, I've probably met over a hundred people but can remember the exact moment that I met these people I now consider close friends. There was an instant and mutual connection. With them, I only had one solid thing in common - but otherwise, we all come from completely different backgrounds. What is it about our personalities that result in us connecting? Is there such a thing as a soul mate? Platonic soul mate? Could we each take personality tests that would predict our friendship? Is there science behind this? Psychology? Do we remind each other of other friendships? I've been pondering these questions but mostly enjoying the ride.

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All the Updates Fit to Print

After spending a week in Cape Cod with my family, then a few days laying on my parent's couch watching TV (I kid you not), I packed my stuff AGAIN and headed into the city. My attempt to cram 5 years worth of clothing and stuff in my childhood room failed miserably. Consequently, I had stuff in boxes and in my sister's closet - causing me to forget an entire wardrobe section when packing for New York. I swear I don't shop more than most women, but just have the bad tendency to buy 2 of same thing in different colors at the Gap when really, I should be buying one of something at, Banana. So off I went from complete laziness to hauling my suitcase and various bags onto the bus, into the subway, then lugging it up five flights of stairs in Chelsea where I stayed with a fitness instructor for the week. Talk about night and day, a complete change of pace and a perfect example of what living in the city means versus living in the burbs. When I wasn't working out with LITA Group, I jumped from meeting to meeting, attempting to work in Starbucks or cafes around the city.

Some highlights in no particular order:
- I had my first spa facial which I didn't find at all impressive. I felt it was just a means to push products and if for some reason I had $100 to spend, I'd choose a massage over a facial in a second.
- I brought my Chelsea living fitness instructor friend to a meeting on the Upper East Side (not by choice) to which she proclaimed "I forgot that there were straight men in New York."
- I made friends with a dog named Joe who's owner insisted he didn't take to humans easily.

 - I spotted some fashion trends while walking around during fashion week. Short is in people!

 - I had lunch with one old friend and one new where I asked my new friend all about drugs and gambling - all while unknowingly sitting behind a few cops.

- I attended another NY Tech Meetup, which was great all in all (Google Goggles - Hello?!) and the after party was just as fun.
- I walked around downtown enjoying the beautiful fall weather and was quickly reminded of how much I love New York. I LOVE NEW YORK. No, really... I love downtown. The Upper East Side was an experiment that I will not repeat. I guess you don't know how much you love something until you lose it.

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Washington Square Park Street Performer from Molly A on Vimeo.
- And finally, I had dinner in "Bay Ridge Yo" with two friends. Now that is something I wouldn't mind repeating. It was an experience. Just what you'd expect and yet only minutes away from Manhattan. People were dressed to the nines for dinner although some women weren't wearing much at all. It was the restaurant owner's birthday and the evening entertainment was a fire swallowing dancer. When we asked him what he thought her mother must think, his response was "I'm sure it was either this or stripping."

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Hysterical & Fairly Accurate via The Onion

8.4 Million New Yorkers Suddenly Realize New York City A Horrible Place To Live

'We're Getting The Hell Out Of This Sewer,' Entire Populace Reports

September 2, 2010 | ISSUE 46•35
Within 90 minutes, the borough of Brooklyn had completely cleared out
NEW YORK—At 4:32 p.m. Tuesday, every single resident of New York City decided to evacuate the famed metropolis, having realized it was nothing more than a massive, trash-ridden hellhole that slowly sucks the life out of every one of its inhabitants.
With audible murmurs of "This is no way to live," "What the hell am I doing here—I hate it here," and "Fuck this place. Fuck this horrible place," all 8.4 million citizens in each of the five boroughs packed up their belongings and told reporters they would rather blow their brains out with a shotgun than spend another waking moment in this festering cesspool of filth and scum and sadness.
By 5:15 p.m. there was gridlock traffic on the outbound sides of the Holland and Lincoln tunnels, and the area's three major airports were flooded with New Yorkers, all of whom said they wanted to go anyplace where the pressure of 20 million tons of concrete wasn't constantly suffocating them.
"I always had this perverted sense of pride because I was managing to scrape by here," said Brooklyn resident Andrew McQuade, who, after watching two subway rats gnawing on a third bloody rat carcass, finally determined that New York City was a giant sprawling cancer. "Well, fuck that. I don't need to pay $2,000 a month to share a doghouse-sized apartment with some random Craigslist dipshit to prove my worth. I want to live like a goddamn human being."
"You see this?" added McQuade, pointing at a real estate listing for a duplex in Hagerstown, MD. "Two bedrooms, two baths, a den—a fucking den—and a patio. Twelve hundred a month. That's total, not per person."
According to residents, the mass exodus was triggered by a number of normal, everyday New York City events. For Erin Caldwell of Manhattan, an endlessly honking car horn sent her over the edge, causing her to go into a blind rage and scream "shut up!" at the vehicle as loud as she could until her voice went hoarse; for Danny Tremba of Queens it was being cursed at for walking too slow; and for Paul Ogden, also of Queens, it was his overreaction to somebody walking too slow.
Other incidents that prompted citizens to pick up and leave included the sight of garbage bags stacked 5 feet high on the sidewalk; the realization that being alone among millions of anonymous people is actually quite horrifying; a blaring siren that droned on and fucking on; muddy, refuse-filled puddles that have inexplicably not dried in three years; the thought of growing into a person whose meanness and cynicism is cloaked in a kind of holier-than-thou brand of sarcasm that the rest of the world finds nauseating; and all the goddamn people.
In addition, 3 million New Yorkers reportedly left the city because they realized the phrase "Only in New York" is actually just a defense mechanism used to convince themselves that seeing a naked man take a shit on a park bench is somehow endearing, or part of some shared cultural experience.

"I was sitting on my stoop, drinking coffee, and out of nowhere this crazy-looking woman just starts screaming, 'I am inside all of you,' over and over," Bronx resident Sarah Perez, 37, said. "Then, we both had this moment where we looked at each other and realized, okay, we have to get out of here."
"This place sucks," Manhattan resident Woody Allen, 74, told reporters. "It just fucking sucks."
When fleeing New Yorkers were asked if they would miss the city's iconic landmarks, most responded that Central Park is just a pathetic excuse for experiencing actual nature, that the Brooklyn Bridge is great but it's just a fucking bridge, that nobody goes to the Met anyway, and that living in a dingy, grime-caked apartment while exhaust fumes from an idling truck seep through your bedroom window isn't worth slightly bigger bagels.
"This is no place to raise a kid, that's for sure," said 32-year-old Brandon Rushing, a lifelong New Yorker. "I grew up here and I turned into a giant asshole. Why would I want that for my son?"
"Plus, we're the place most likely to get nuked by a dirty bomb in a terrorist attack," he added. "So that's great. Also, it smells like shit here, and I'm not exaggerating. You'll just be walking around and it starts smelling like human shit, and it just fills your nostrils and you breathe in shit for like 20 seconds."
Before departing by private helicopter, Mayor Michael Bloomberg spoke with members of the media to address the situation.
"You know what the greatest city in the world is?" Bloomberg asked reporters. "Scottsdale, Arizona. It's clean, it's not too big, it's got a couple streets with shops and restaurants, and the people there aren't fucking insane. This place is fucking insane. And by the way, that's not a reason to like it. Anyone who says that is a delusional dirtbag."
By Tuesday night, New York was completely abandoned. At press time, however, some 10 million Los Angeles–area residents, tired of their self-centered, laid-back culture and lack of four distinct seasons, and yearning for the hustle and bustle of East Coast life, had already begun repopulating the city.

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Weekend Update

A tornado hit my room
My donations to Buffalo Exchange

I'm laying down on a deck in the backyard of a house in Cape Cod. I can get used to this. I haven't had a beach vacation in years. Don't be fooled. Being unemployed or underemployed is in no way, a "vacation." On Thursday, movers came to haul my furniture into storage. The Moishe's Movers were like well-oiled machines - wrapping and carrying out my furniture down flights of stairs in about an hour, and they were on time. The process was much smoother than my first move last year. I even had a few minutes to enjoy my apartment when everything was packed up and my desk was clear - no visual clutter. I've tried to get rid of tons of clothing and books over the last few weeks which have mostly resulted in epic fails - at least in terms of trying to make money from my junk. Buffalo Exchange flat out rejected a pile of clothing that I probably wouldn't have gotten rid of if I had known I'd get no money but I had plans right after stopping by their store.

Made me laugh but left him on the curb
A small casualty of moving. I had just proclaimed in my head how much I liked my Benefit Cheek Stain when I knocked it over.

On Friday, I spent the day running errands and attempting to enjoy the last few hours of my Upper East Side neighborhood. I hung out in Java Girl trying to write my novel, then prepared to drag the rest of my stuff into my father's car by consolidating and packing some more. I spent the final hour of East 66th street laying on my yoga mat in my former roommate's sun-filled room, with a candle lit and a Fast Company magazine, reading, stretching and closing my eyes before my dad arrived.

I had asked about five friends if they could help me move things into my dad's car but most were busy. One said he could, possibly but was uber busy that day. So as usual, I overestimated my strength and underestimated the amount of work moving would take. I was overly optimistic in thinking that my dad could find a parking space (he couldn't) so I didn't call the one available friend. I dragged my huge suitcase down the stairs, ran back up, carried a few boxes to the car and was sweating by my second run. The man who owns the pet store "Litter & Leashes" saw my struggle. He offered to help and wouldn't take no for an answer. So he made about four trips with me up my five flights of stairs - perfectly packed the car when my dad thought all hope of fitting another box was lost, and didn't complain for a second.

He helped me to the end even when I told him I could finish the rest myself. I joked around about how he didn't need to go to the gym for a week and he mentioned that he was fasting for Ramadan. With all the controversy surrounding the Muslim Community center, I thought this fact was particularly timely. How could people equate all Muslims with extremists? The only thing extreme about his behavior was his incredible kindness, exhibited countless times while I lived in that apartment. He treated my cats to free fake mice every time I bought pet supplies. He gave me a sympathetic and genuine hug when he heard that the kitten who fell was mine, and he reminded me how awesome New Yorkers are while I officially moved out of New York City (at least for 2010). It's a nice and (should be obvious) reminder that kindness transcends all faiths.

Romanticizing my apartment. Thanks new Hipstamatic iPhone App.
Java Girl
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Advice from a Fortune Cookie

I've finally gotten to packing/throwing out the little things in my apartment including a pile of fortune cookie fortunes.

Some good advice:
A true friend is someone who is there for you when he'd rather be anywhere else.
(err.. who wants to help me carry boxes downstairs on Friday?)

Love yourself first and everything falls into line.
(word)

Most of us have far more courage than we ever dreamed we possessed.
(True dat. Change is good. Take a risk)

If you have no critics you'll likely have no success.
(negative commentors - don't get any ideas)

A small gift can bring joy to the whole family.
(my address is.... )

It's tough to be fascinating.
(Hey! Pay attention to me - I'm blogging here)


And that, folks will be my last post from East 66th Street and hopefully the Upper East Side.

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Typical Night Out In Manhattan?

Saturday night I spent 2 hours at SPiN New York with my friend. It's a trendy ping pong club on 23rd and Park. Actually, it has a super interesting crowd from older folks, to scantily clad women looking to meet men, to people would can afford blowing $20 on a half hour of ping pong. We weren't at our table for more than 2 minutes before we got hit on by the table next to us. A group of guys were closing out, visibly drunk despite it only being 9:30 and there for a bachelor party. Great. We played doubles. I was lucky enough to have the well-behaved married guy on my team whereas my friend had to avoid getting groped by her drunk teammate. After twenty minutes of wild playing, they left leaving us open to receive more male attention. An older, slightly creepy guy sat on the couch next to us watching us play and cutting into my friend's personal space. Two drinks and an hour and a half of ping pong later it was time for us to move on. But not before I had a quick Susan Sarandon sighting!

We headed to Norwood, a gorgeous private club on West 14th street. I'm kind of in love with the place. You could easily walk right by it without knowing its a club. It's in a brownstone with multiple (almost hidden) rooms, antique furniture and Victorian décor. I look forward to going back during the week when the majority of members aren't on vacation. And the crowd was just as interesting - a friendly, down to earth DJ, Kris Kross' long lost brother, and an L.A. type who could easily be mistaken for Seth Rogen. So while I was there, I figured I'd try and make friends. The Seth Rogen guy and I struck up a conversation while on line for the bathroom. I learned that he recently broke up with his girlfriend and was just getting back in the game. He managed to slip in that she lived across the ocean and they'd see each other every 3 weeks in different places around the world. Okay - way to slip in that you're loaded. His friends were leaving and he asked if I wanted to join them. I figured it was either that or go home so told him I was in. The group stood outside trying to figure out their next move. There was some confusion and suddenly the two of us found ourselves alone. He asked if I still wanted to hang out downtown and I said maybe - he seemed interesting and I wouldn't have minded just TALKING to him. Smooth operator that he is - mentioned we'd be better off drinking wine on his roof rather than hitting another bar. And on that note, I told Mr. Smooth that I was heading home. Peace Out.

So the night ended with me at my local pizza place and a 25 year old from Westchester thinking he was cool and harassing me. Can't a lady eat her pizza in peace?! And there we have it folks - a typical night out in Manhattan - drunk bachelors, creepy old men, celebrities, trendy clubs, rich, insecure men trying to entice the ladies with their wealth, and drunken boys from Westchester.

Cheers!

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Totally Self Indulgent Post & Reflections

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I seemed to have forgotten that this is my PERSONAL blog.. so I'm going to try and take it back to its roots. This has been an interesting and productive day for the most part. I worked in the morning, and met with a fellow blogger/ Twitter friend for coffee. Hello Twitter friends! Wow. I can't stress enough how rewarding it is to make new connections in the most random ways. Like on Sunday, for instance, I made new friends while photographing people on the street and waiting for the Second Avenue bus in the rain.

I digress.

After walking half the length of Manhattan (long story), I met up with a few of my good friends. Actually, it was kind of awesome. They were all friends from different areas of my life who finally got to meet each other. We had 2 people with the same last name (unrelated) and two people with nearly the same first name. It would have been even more awesome if I wasn't so distracted by the fact that I ran into my ex AGAIN. If that weren't a weird enough coincidence, another friend who I haven't seen in years showed up at the restaurant to order takeout. More oddly still, he has the same name as my OTHER friend who I was hoping could have came, but who happened to be having dinner with my other ex boyfriend. You don't really need to follow all of that. I think the point is that New York is getting too small for me. Especially with my ability to spot familiar faces after seeing them for only a nano second.

Being that I'm moving in a week from the Upper East Side (holy cow! Freaking out! In denial about packing!), I thought it was appropriate that I reflected on where I was about a year ago before I moved Uptown. At the time, I was sick of the downtown crowds. Was going out way too much and eating the amazing fast food of the East Village. Post from last year: "Short story long, if it's not already obvious, I'm really looking forward to moving. There is no question that I need to change my lifestyle and develop more healthy habits. And a move is the fresh start that I obviously need. I can't wait to regularly run in Central Park, cook healthy meals with more than 4 inches of counter space, develop buns of steel from my 5th story walk up, NOT regularly stop at Criff Dog, Ray's Pizza, Pinkberry, Red Mango, etc. on my way home, save money, not stop at Solas... and get serious about applying to a master's program this fall. So yeah, feel free to hold me accountable and I'll happily entertain you with my progress. Maybe even be an inspiration.. but yeah, I may miss Pheobe the cat."

So where am I now, you ask? Well.. I still go out to eat way too much but can count on my fingers (and toes) how many times this year I've gone on a 5am, Solas bender. But I can also count the same number of times I've gone running in Central Park. I don't eat Red Mango or Pinkberry anymore mainly because I discovered I'm lactose intolerant. Eesh. Might have used up the enzymes on those treats! No Masters programs but at least I'm going to a "boot camp" in San Francisco in the Fall. Overall, I have changed a lot and I guess matured in my ways. And I'd have to say that I've probably experienced more changes while living on East 66th street than any other 1 year period in my life. It has been quite the roller coaster. One of the benefits of having only lived in an apartment for a year is that I'm not sentimental. Yes, I'll miss Java Girl, will miss my roommate, will miss my sunlit room (long pause.. awkward whistle...) BUT.. that's about it! On to the next adventure!

This post brought to you by procrastination: attempt #652 at working on my novel.

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From Curiosity - Matters

Tête-à-Tête Tuesdays with Molly

Introducing Karen Nuccio. I’ve taken a few of her classes at Crunch over the years and we’ve become friends. I’ll never forgot her funniest line in spin classes 3 years ago when she played Nine Inch Nails, “Closer” and claimed they played this at her wedding. Everyone had a look of shock on their face until she admitted she was kidding, but that her mother said if she got married, she could play whatever she wanted. She yeah, she approaches fitness instruction with humor and delights her students with her vibrant personality. Check out her new classes at SPiN NYC on 23rd and Park Avenue South. They’re in the mornings and don’t involve ping pong but do involve exercising while in a fun environment. 

What initially attracted you to the fitness industry?
I have been teaching fitness-based classes for 14 years, but I can’t say I was attracted to fitness from the very start. What I mean by that is – I grew to love teaching before I grew to love fitness. The exercising was an afterthought for me. I loved connecting with people, loved getting to know them, loved watching them become more confident, become happier and healthier. I think I started to take the fitness part more seriously 7 years ago. I had found a lump on my thyroid gland and had to have it removed. To make a long story short, I now have a hypoactive thyroid gland. That’s the “slow one” and roughly what that translates to mean is that fitness is now a challenge for me. My metabolism is now slower, my energy levels not always perfect, my hair and skin are sometimes even glitchy – but keeping active and being healthy consistently helps keep my thyroid in check. So now fitness is not just a social medium to me, it’s a necessity!  It sounds cliché but you don’t know what being healthy really means until your health is in jeopardy! Getting “sick” made me have a really profound respect for what it means to be well! Teaching is still my first love, but teaching people to respect their bodies and be healthy, that is a definite focal point. Fitness is an amazing tool that helped me to be well and healthy again!

With regard to the fitness industry within itself, I think in many ways it’s lacking. I think there should be a focus within the industry on teaching people to listen to their bodies and finding their right path rather than offering up countless “answers.” I think the industry needs to teach people to ask more questions, teach people to be responsible for themselves so that they can take better care of themselves and lead healthier lives. The industry, at times, focuses too much and what is wrong with people and on what they are not doing rather than focusing on what they are doing right and on how they can build on that.
But that’s just my opinion.

You’ve worked with people who have been successful in getting in shape or losing weight and people who have yet to reach their goals. What qualities and habits have the successful people developed that has enabled them to achieve their goals? Is there a commonality or trend?

I think when it comes to success, a goal and drive is key. Some people want to be that much more fit for their wedding, some want to train for a marathon, some are actors getting ready for a part. The goal usually drives the behavior; the end point.
I think the end point will automatically fuel the success…or at least short-term success. But when it comes to long term success, long term health and fitness – I think the goal needs to be secondary to the realization that exercising and eating well are a way of life -not a path to a goal. If you maintain a regular exercise program and eat well, you reach a level of healthiness that your goals just fall into place and they become icing rather than the cake.
I think anyone can reach a goal with the right motivation, but continually being healthy and fit – that is the mark of true success to me.

Recently, you founded LITA Integrated Fitness, where you design custom fitness programs for individuals and companies – a holistic approach combining fitness expertise and physical therapy. In your experience working in the fitness industry, what did you feel was missing?
My big complaint with the fitness industry was that the industry itself many times failed to “walk the line.” A prime example of this would be having less than fit instructors teach classes, or having trainers sit behind the desk at a gym eating McDonalds!! NOT COOL!!  I mean, if your prime candidates of fitness are not setting the example, how motivated can the students be!?
My other gripe with the industry is that the industry had more performers than it has teachers. I think the fitness industry needs to focus more on teaching people to be healthy and fit and less on finding new ways to keep people entertained. The industry obsesses over the new entertaining trend but fails to effectively teach what actually works! I created LITA to bridge the gap between teaching and entertaining. Classes are meant to be fun and entertaining, but they are also meant to teach people correct form, correct alignment and teach people how to lead a more healthy balanced life – for that matter.

Can you give any sort of overall advice for achieving a more effective workout that you find most of your clients don’t initially know.
I think the best advice I can give is to do activities that you like. Just because a class is the hot new trend and because Madonna loves it does not mean it’s right for you. Fitness programs are very personal and finding the right one, the most effective one, like any relationship, takes time to figure out. But once you find the right one, it flows and if you really hit it right. It’s love! I can honestly say that my fitness routine that I do for myself is hard work, but I am absolutely in love with it! And that love is what keeps me motivated.

You’ve worked as personal trainer and group instructor for years, often going from one class to another. How do you maintain your energy? Any secrets?
You know I gave up crack years ago…just kidding. My espresso in the morning is a must! But that’s an Italian thing rather than a fitness thing.
I guess I maintain energy by eating well throughout the day, hydrating and most importantly by respecting my body’s limits. By that I mean, if I have three more classes to go and I just feel shot, I take time to regroup rather than pound a Redbull. I give my body recovery time if needed. On those tired days when I teach, those are the days I spin a little slower or use lighter weights. Your body has a “when” point and it needs to be respected otherwise when you need it to be there for you, it will cop out – I assure you!

Can you give me a short story of someone you’ve helped achieve a major goal; success story?
Years ago I had a client who I describe as my favorite “fitness addict.” I remember meeting her at Macy’s and she asked me how I got my “Madonna” arms. I told her it was part genetics, part free weights. She asked me to be her trainer, but I don’t take on strangers as clients. I only work on referral, so I declined but told her where I taught and asked her to come take a class one day. She became my stalker!  Came to every class!! Front row, did everything. And after I got to know her, she asked me again to train her personally and I did. When we met for the first time, she told me – I want to be this weight, have this percentage of body fat, be this flexible, this strong, etc. etc.
So I responded to that by saying, “so what you’re telling me is you want to be a machine?  I don’t work with machines. I work with people – so you’re shit out of luck!” She laughed and said, seriously, I want this and that…and the other thing…etc. etc.

And I said, “Seriously, I think the best service I can give you is to train you to not be so driven, to train you to have a little balance. I told her “I’m not going to be your trainer, instead, I’ll be your friend.” I took her to brunch. We had wine in the afternoon and we didn’t count calories, and laughed a lot. I told her that working out should not be your life. It adds to the quality of life and what would be the point of being super fit if all that exercise took up the whole day and left no time to enjoy the day and enjoy the body you worked so hard to get?? I have to say; it was more work getting this “client” to not feel guilty about wine or bread than it would have been to get her to look like Madonna. But ten years later, she is one of the healthiest, most balanced people I know. I consider her to be a great success story:)

And finally, is there anything else you’d like to share about fitness or your company LITA?
I created LITA because I wanted to create a fitness company that really took responsibility for its students and clients, a company that actually cared about teaching people how to be healthy. In fitness, from a business standpoint, you always want your client to need you. Then they keep buying sessions! But the goal of LITA is to teach people how to not need us, so to speak. To teach people to learn their bodies and teach people effective ways to be healthy.
For the past 14 years, I have fallen in love with what I do and fallen in love with my students. That love is what has made me want to see them succeed – made me want to see them thrive in my class and outside of it. LITA is an acronym for Love Is The Answer. And I believe that to be true. When placed in an environment where you are truly cared for, how can one not succeed at anything?

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Consumption Vs. Experience

The New York Times published an interesting article But Will It Make You Happy? exploring whether or not buying new things actually makes you happy. I just got a quote from moving and storage company (spending 3 months in San Francisco) and I can tell you, having less stuff would definitely make me happier right now. The article looked at various research that basically concludes experiences are more enriching than "stuff." For example, you're better off buying yourself a week long vacation vs. an expensive leather jacket. This confirms what I've known all along; that a night with good company, wine, great food and a nice setting is really all one ever needs to be happy."One major finding is that spending money for an experience — concert tickets, French lessons, sushi-rolling classes, a hotel room in Monaco — produces longer-lasting satisfaction than spending money on plain old stuff."

From a sustainability standpoint, I'm glad this conclusion has been reached. There's got to be a better way to enrich our economy than telling Americans to "buy, buy, buy!" Especially when we're buying cheap goods, made overseas that will eventually end up in a landfill.

"“A $20,000 increase in spending on leisure was roughly equivalent to the happiness boost one gets from marriage,” he said, adding that spending on leisure activities appeared to make people less lonely and increased their interactions with others.""

Great - I'll elope and spend money that was meant for the wedding on an extended honeymoon..

From an advertiser's perspective, I'm not threatened by this article.

"“I think there’s a real opportunity in retail to be able to romance the experience again,” says Ms. Liebmann. “Retailers are going to have to work very hard to create that emotional feeling again. And it can’t just be ‘Here’s another thing to buy.’ It has to have a real sense of experience to it.”

“Nowadays with the economic climate, customers definitely are going for a quality experience,” says Nick DeVita, a home entertainment adviser with the Geek Squad. “If they’re going to spend their money, they want to make sure it’s for the right thing, the right service.”"

Go read the article while I continue to put the rest of my furniture on Craigslist and stuff on eBay.

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College degrees that don't pay

Yeah, I saw that one coming. Don't be an art major at a Liberal Arts College!! You won't have a good enough portfolio to work as a graphic designer or art director.  And you'll miss out on what going to a liberal arts college is all about because art requires so many credits. I did enjoy taking jewelry and metals, drawing, etc. but can't say any of those have really come in handy.
ART via CNN Money.

Art

Despite the low pay, Alison Tremblay couldn't imagine a job without a camera in her hand.

Median starting pay: $33,500
Median mid-career pay: $54,800

It's not a pretty picture out there for fine art majors, with many graduates still looking for work or squeezing by on measly pay.

Alison Tremblay, an art major with a photography concentration from Alfred University, wasn't getting by on income from freelance photo gigs and was forced to take a job in data entry.

"[It] pays the bills but it's not what I want to be doing at all," she said. "But since I can't find a full time job in my field, I'm stuck doing this until I make enough money to support myself."

But despite the struggle, Tremblay says she wouldn't have picked a different major.

"I guess I wish I had taken more practical courses like business, but I couldn't imagine not majoring in art and not having a camera in my hand," she said. "I'm just trying to take my skills and turn them into something where I can actually make money -- that's the real struggle."

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Cards on the Table

My life is getting to be something out of a movie. Definitely a comedy. This is totally embarrassing but I'll repeat the story anyway. On Sunday, I prepared for a run - first time running in a few weeks. I had just popped a small zit. Come on.. we all have them. And had a big blotchy red spot on my cheek. I thought it over for a minute. Do I cover it up? Will I run into anyone on the East River towards Carl Schurz Park? And a thought flashed in my mind. What if I ran into my ex boyfriend and his new girlfriend (well at least I think he has a new GF). Then thought.. no, that would be ridiculous. So I headed out, realizing that eventually my whole face would be red from running. Mind you, I've had a fantastic few days so I think part of my thinking was just "fuck it." I'm going to San Francisco in October and got into an advertising program that I worked very hard to get into. I've been meeting some super duper awesome people lately and putting myself into good situations. These last few weeks/months have been the best I've had in years - I believe. I digress.

While on my walk over the bridge (presumably still with red blotch) some cute guy smiled at me. I'm assuming it was a flirtatious smile. So I thought.. okay, what ever has been going on with me has made me appealing even while sweaty and in running shorts. I pushed myself for a mile then walked through Carl Schurz Park. And then I saw him. My ex boyfriend. Alone - thank god. With a sketchbook. I stopped. Turned around and considered walking the other way. Then realized it was too late and that he saw me and that we'd have to talk. I threw up my hands in mock frustration and then walked towards him. We talked. It was awkward. I didn't tell him how amazing my life has been lately. And how I was radiating with happiness. Instead, I cut the conversation short and told him I'd be heading the other way, continuing my run. And then I ran like the wind. As cheesy as this seems. I ran like I was free, out of joy. Out of awesomeness. We met by running into each other essentially three days in a row (after having met eight months prior). While we were dating, we ran into each other on the subway. And now it's totally over and we ran into each other again. I believe in fate, but in this case, all I see is that there was a beginning, middle and an end.

Good night!

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