After many years of searching, I've finally found a fitness studio that I love. Yes, folks, Life in Synergy studio in Boston is my new favorite place!
Growing up, my life revolved around competitive gymnastics. Each day, I spent hours at the gym, in the ballet studio, or traveling to competitions. It was time-consuming, intense, stressful at times, and yet so fulfilling. I loved it. I ate, slept, and breathed gymnastics through college and then "retired" at the age of 21.
From that point on, I'd hadn't been able to find a fitness regimen that I liked. To me, working out was associated with swinging, tumbling, dancing...performing. Everything I'd tried post-gymnastics was just monotonous and boring to me. I couldn't find something and make it stick. I tried running - and realized I'd rather poke my eye out than suffer down the street to the sound of my feet slapping the pavement. I'd join gyms, pay the monthly fee, and rarely show up. Even adult gymnastic classes didnt' satisfy me because I found them too basic, which was frustrating. So after bouncing from attempt to attempt, without success, I just gave up, and settled on the couch.
Then, one day at the office, a friend mentioned a place called Life in Synergy and suggested I try it. I said, "I hate gyms." She assured me it's not a gym. It's a studio - classes only.
I said, "Well, even so, I'm sure it has those mean girls that look you up and down and smirk to themselves as you walk in. I'm against them."
She said, "No! It's not like that! Really!"
So, after she finished telling me about the classes, the fitness method they are based on, and how amazing and fun the owner, Helena, is, I decided to give it a try. And, yay, the first class was free!
Well, my friend was right. I love it. Everyone is so nice. Helena is great, and no mean girls in sight! I actually find myself looking forward to class each week. Who knew? I'm so pleased I found Life in Synergy, and I know it will stick. Stay tuned.
http://www.lifeinsynergy.com/
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
The triumph of the ruffle collar coat.
OK, so I'm watching my dear Liam in one of his recent films, Chloe, and Amanda Seyfried had on this amazing coat with a feather pattern and ruffle collar.
It was one of those things where, at first sight, you say "Oh, cute coat." Then, you say "I really like that coat." Which then leads to, "I wonder where they got that coat." and finally, "I MUST have that coat." By the end of the movie, I found myself on google frantically searching, using phrases like "chloe coat seyfried" or "amanda seyfried chloe feather coat".
I learn that I'm not the only one looking for this coat, which as it turns out was from Anthropoligie's Spring 2008 collection. There are websites, and posts, and blogs, all from women who, just like me, "Have to have that coat." The coat, that is nowhere to be found.
Fast forward a week or so later. I'm on ebay doing my daily search to see if the coat shows up and lo and behold, not only is there in all it's glory in the Clothing, Shoes and Accessories section, but it's there in exactly MY SIZE, listed with a NWT (new with tags) condition.
Game on, people! I WILL HAVE THAT COAT. I notice that I have 6 days, 21 hours, and 7 minutes until the auction ends. I plot my course, deciding to lay low, slinking around in the sidelines while the bidding wars rage on. I watch as three women go back and forth over the course the 6 days, outbidding each other, over and over, only to find one of the others swooped in again with a higher bid. What are they DOING? I want to yell, "Cut the crap, Fargo957! You're driving the cost up!" Yeesh.
Anyway, it was getting close to closing time, and the question was, "How will you feel if you don't win this item, and how much, after realizing you've lost, would claim you'd have paid?" (I've done this before...I know the pain.) I arrive at an answer, and as the auction is nearing its close, I'm at my computer, sleeves rolled up, feet planted, logged into ebay, ready to key in my top price.
It's brutal in those final minutes folks. Fargo957 is not letting go, but SanFranGlamGal and AnthroGirl are putting up a good fight. Oh, wait, and there's a newcomer, Susan (really?). Anyway, this goes on throughout the final 20 minutes, and the price goes up, up , up - thanks, ladies.
Fifteen seconds to go. Now is my time to shine. I kick my plan into action, placing a bid at my top price, confirming my entry, and suffering through the eternal 2 seconds it takes before telling me where I stand. I won! YYYYYYYYYES! Oh the joy, the joy!! Take that Fargo957! The coat is MINE! (Personally, a coat that lovely does NOT belong in North Dakota, anyway.)
So I've won. Mission accomplished. I am happy. The coat arrived and it was so worth all the plotting and auction stalking. It's glorious.
The best part is, when the auction ended, and the winner was posted, there were three women spread out across the US, each sitting in front of her computer going "Who the HELL is Bozo-the-Cat?!" :-D
It was one of those things where, at first sight, you say "Oh, cute coat." Then, you say "I really like that coat." Which then leads to, "I wonder where they got that coat." and finally, "I MUST have that coat." By the end of the movie, I found myself on google frantically searching, using phrases like "chloe coat seyfried" or "amanda seyfried chloe feather coat".
I learn that I'm not the only one looking for this coat, which as it turns out was from Anthropoligie's Spring 2008 collection. There are websites, and posts, and blogs, all from women who, just like me, "Have to have that coat." The coat, that is nowhere to be found.
Fast forward a week or so later. I'm on ebay doing my daily search to see if the coat shows up and lo and behold, not only is there in all it's glory in the Clothing, Shoes and Accessories section, but it's there in exactly MY SIZE, listed with a NWT (new with tags) condition.
Game on, people! I WILL HAVE THAT COAT. I notice that I have 6 days, 21 hours, and 7 minutes until the auction ends. I plot my course, deciding to lay low, slinking around in the sidelines while the bidding wars rage on. I watch as three women go back and forth over the course the 6 days, outbidding each other, over and over, only to find one of the others swooped in again with a higher bid. What are they DOING? I want to yell, "Cut the crap, Fargo957! You're driving the cost up!" Yeesh.
Anyway, it was getting close to closing time, and the question was, "How will you feel if you don't win this item, and how much, after realizing you've lost, would claim you'd have paid?" (I've done this before...I know the pain.) I arrive at an answer, and as the auction is nearing its close, I'm at my computer, sleeves rolled up, feet planted, logged into ebay, ready to key in my top price.
It's brutal in those final minutes folks. Fargo957 is not letting go, but SanFranGlamGal and AnthroGirl are putting up a good fight. Oh, wait, and there's a newcomer, Susan (really?). Anyway, this goes on throughout the final 20 minutes, and the price goes up, up , up - thanks, ladies.
Fifteen seconds to go. Now is my time to shine. I kick my plan into action, placing a bid at my top price, confirming my entry, and suffering through the eternal 2 seconds it takes before telling me where I stand. I won! YYYYYYYYYES! Oh the joy, the joy!! Take that Fargo957! The coat is MINE! (Personally, a coat that lovely does NOT belong in North Dakota, anyway.)
So I've won. Mission accomplished. I am happy. The coat arrived and it was so worth all the plotting and auction stalking. It's glorious.
The best part is, when the auction ended, and the winner was posted, there were three women spread out across the US, each sitting in front of her computer going "Who the HELL is Bozo-the-Cat?!" :-D
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