Walk the Talk, Baby

I was talking to Rainbow Brite about the whole French and food thing. I was thinking about our conversation later because I was eating an ice cream sandwich. A S'more sandwich, from Trader Joe's to be exact. I had eaten exactly half of it, standing up in the kitchen.
Not very French of me. So I stopped mindlessly eating it and put in a cup of tea- the very American way of heating the water in the microwave- two minutes, for this particular mug- and sat down at the dining table to eat my ice cream sandwich consciously, for at least two minutes. I mean if you are going to ingest 250 calories, it should take at least two minutes, right? I certainly can meditate for two minutes, right?
It was hard. My eyes kept darting towards magazines, towards the microwave timer. You'd think that I could focus for two lousy minutes on the pure pleasure of eating ice cream, wouldn't you?
Then as I was finishing the ice cream, just as the two minutes was up, I realized something. It was so utterly crazy, I nearly choked on the last bit of graham flavored cookie crust. I couldn't focus on it, because you know what? That ice cream sandwich was just mediocre. Here I thought I was getting this yummy treat- 250 calories (that's 30 minutes on the Precor, peeps- 30 minutes of elevated heart rate and sweat) for something so mediocre, that when I sat down to truly devote time to eating half of it, it couldn't sustain my attention!
It was mind boggling. So now, not only will I need to think about eating slowly and mindfully, but I'll have to think about how much pleasure it gives me. I have to walk my talk.
Trust me, Trader Joe's S'mores ice cream sandwiches are not worth 30 minutes with the Precor, no matter how much I rock out on iTunes.
Maybe I'll have better luck with an It's-It.

The Post Holiday Bulge, A La Francaise

I indulged more than I thought during the holidays because I actually had to go to the garage and pull out a pair of black pants that had been to big from the Goodwill pile.
Normally, this would have sent me straight to Mrs. Fields, but something I learned reading all those French books was that gaining weight periodically is expected by the French...if you go up a couple of kilos (and two kilos sounds so  much better than several pounds, right?) you just un-indulge for the next few weeks- no big deal. No drama.
Start the day with a glass of hot water infused with a fresh lemon. Have soup, the clear broth kind. Walk a bit more. Et voila!
Life really is a bit better the French way...as soon as I can return my pants to the Goodwill pile.

Happy New Year!

One thing I really enjoy about this blog (most of the time) is the ability to go back and enjoy the comments I've shared with you in the past.
2011 started off with some trash talking Rainbow Brite about riding goals- which sadly I did not meet but ended up with some interesting riding resolutions for this year-
and a list of other resolutions that ended up working out pretty well-
health, home and work resolutions. Some which I had forgotten I had made, but still managed to achieve anyway!
There was more Don Henley, some riding, a chunk of (spine) rehab, lots of travel, a dash of French philosophy, Mexican Coco Cola, much more hanging out with friends- as well as making new ones- and a galaxy of Star Wars in 2011!
In 2011 i signed up for an e course, "One Simple Word"- you had to pick a word and reflect on it monthly in a journal- I didn't keep a journal, but I did pick a word: "do" and it did define the year for me- I "did" a lot of things I never thought I would- and I'm pleasantly surprised where the word "do" has led me.
What about you?
Did you make resolutions last year? Are you making any this year? I'm still making the list...
Will you pick a word for 2012? I'm still thinking about mine.

This may be my 100th post on this blog!
There's nothing I'd rather say, than to wish you a very merry Christmas!

Deceived: A Star Wars Post

Hey friends, catch me over at Fangirl:

http://fangirlblog.com/2011/12/review-star-wars-the-old-republic-deceived/

Where I do my second review of an Star Wars Old Republic book.

Darth Lindus

Darth Lindus was so popular with you, dear readers, that she's getting her own blog:

Tales of A Suburban Sith Lord

http://suburbansithlord.blogspot.com/2011/12/welcome-to-my-world.html

Don't Be Misled

Dear Friends,
It with regret that I inform you my blog has been hacked.
In my last post, Darth Lindus - an evil, powerful, Revan reading Sith Lord, wrote a post. She claimed to have ridden Darth Laddin and rode him well, with pure enjoyment. She claimed Her heels even slipped into the proper position!
Remember, friends, the Sith saying...the best lies are built on layers of truth.
It is the truth that I rode on Friday. It is the truth that maybe my smile muscles were getting sore.... But two days later, where is Darth Lindus? Well, the Sith are cowards! Because I am sitting here with sore hamstrings, glutes and lats...and Darth Lindus is back on Korriban ( you'd know where that is if you watched the Old Republic video) laughing her evil head off...
I'm going to kill her, as soon as I can hobble to my lightsaber.


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