Dear President Obama

Dear President Obama,

i love you very much but the next time you are appearing at a dinner in Beverly Hills, could you please schedule it later- maybe 8:30 or 9:00 pm? they closed down santa monica blvd today at about 3:30 and while i respect the need for your safety and security, i also have to point out that the city is redoing and tearing up olympic blvd and a westsider who has pilates in the BH has to travel east somehow but between wilshire and santa monica being blocked off and the traffic on olympic, a normally 20 minute drive took me an hour and a half...so maybe trying to schedule those dinners a bit later isn't an awful idea. either that or maybe you could help the snots in the BH to get over themselves and approve a metro line connecting the west to the east. it would sure help out the citizens of los angeles. i'm just saying...

fitness crazed

so yesterday i did an hour of intense cardio at the gym, then some fierce lunges, plies, and squats, then went on a 4 mile power walk with lisa. today i did a half hour of intense cardio, power walked with jenfen, and did an hour of pilates. throw in the hip hop dancing i did while choreographing and the fact that i plan on doing some yoga before bed, and i think you could say i've been a bit fitness crazed.

but here's the real truth: i love food. i love eating and i hate counting my calories. have i been obsessed with diets and fasts and detox cleanses before? yes- i am prone to fall under their spell at times. but more often than not, i just love to eat. and if i dont work out for about 3 hours every day, i will end up with a fat ass and cottage cheese thighs.

nobody likes cottage cheese on thighs. gross.

awake

awake with a stomach ache and a bit of a headache but in the end, it was worth it. i needed that liquid courage last night to get that conversation over and done with. thank you, stoli and soda. you helped make it happen!

and i'm feeling good...

i did it. finally.

i endured five minutes of a painfully awkward conversation not knowing what to expect when i went into it. thinking perhaps it would leave me curled up in a ball on the bathroom floor, distraught, afraid, alone, sad, confused.

instead...i feel alive and happy. relieved. lightyears beyond where i thought.

because the truth is, it is so boring now.

we spend so much time analyzing, worrying, wondering- too many what if? moments crowd our minds and take up the spaces reserved for logic.

sometimes you have to take the leap and do something you really don't think you should to realize it has no bearing on your life whatsoever.

sometimes you have to jump into the abyss while you realize you would rather plummet down to the bottom of the rabbit hole then land in the arms of the person you thought you wanted to catch you.

this thing called "MOVED ON" feels so good...