"Up In The Gym Just Workin’ On My Fitness"


Would you look at that sweaty glow? One very good thing about being on the road is that although the days can be very loooong, a gym is almost always just an elevator ride away- which makes getting my sweat on rather convenient. My daily escapes to the fitness centre in the hotels that I stay in while I’m away have really become what keeps me sane out here. True, it’s not always easy to fit a workout into a busy and stressful day. Often, it means waking up extra early, but there’s no doubt about it being worth it- and let me tell you, it sure helps with the stress factor.

One of my biggest inspirations to shape up recently has been stylish NonSociety babe, Mary Rambin. I discovered her blog a while back and I was instantly drawn to her fab fashion posts and of course, I could relate to her serious shoe addiction. I adored her head to toe videos. Before I knew it, I was hooked to her lifecast and began following it avidly. Not only is she a handbag designer (check out her designs here), spinning instructor (sign up for her class here), and totally awesome blogger, she’s also a seemingly down to earth and totally cool chick. Her regular posts about her workouts, and weekly tips have encouraged me to punch it up, and tone my booty too. It’s totally easy to become burned out with your workout. What I love about Mary is that she’s always suggesting new elements that you can add to your routine to have more fun and stay motivated to be active.


The fun fitness videos and sweaty self photos that she shares on her blog always make me want to lace up my Nikes and give whatever she’s trying a go. Mary says that, “Fitness is part of living a stylish lifestyle.” I couldn’t agree more. Now, I better get some shut eye so that I can wake up for my 6am workout.

Some photos courtesy of Mary Rambin

Update:
Mary reblogged my entry on her site. I’m so honoured! Look!

Ready, Set, Go!


Last night I enjoyed an absolutely delicious dinner with the ‘rents in the awesome atmosphere that is Rodney’s in Yaletown. This places offers fun service, a fresh assortment of oysters and other seafood, and a casual buzz. We were thoroughly entertained by the banter between Rodney’s gregarious staff. Plus, who knew that I’d love raw oysters? They were amazing. We ate, drank and watched a barn burner of a Final Four game (yay Villanova!)

It feels like I’ve only had a second to breathe and now, here we go again. You’d think that after so many trips, packing would be a breeze. Not the case. Somehow I always end up with an enormous and completely full suitcase- apparently, I’m just not capable of packing light. And of course, I still always worry that I’m forgetting something. Last night I had the worst sleep of my life, tossing and turning, worrying about everything under the sun.

There are things happening in Vancouver this week that I wish I could be here for. That’s probably the toughest thing about my job…sometimes I just have to go, even when I really, really don’t want to. Like today.


Eating well on the road is definitely going to be a challenge, especially considering that I’ll be with “The Candyman” himself…but I’m planning to be very diligent. Thank God for hotel gyms. Stay tuned for tales from the road.

Only One

I keep seeing this meme all over the place so I decided to play along.

One Photo


One Poem

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look will easily unclose me

though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

e.e. cummings

One Film

Stealing Beauty.

One Item Of Clothing

Dress by Alexander Wang

One Song

I love myself today
Not like yesterday

I’m cool, I’m calm
I’m gonna be okay!
I love myself today
Not like yesterday
Take another look at me now


Bif Naked
– ‘I Love Myself Today’

One Place

Photo: Imapix on Flickr

I heart Paris.

One Disney Princess

Cinderella.

One Quote

Cherish your vision. Cherish your ideals. Cherish the music that stirs in your heart, the beauty that forms in your mind, the loveliness that drapes your purest thoughts. If you remain true to them, your world will at last be built.

-James Allen

In My Head


I don’t know what my deal is this week. I’ve been seriously lacking the motivation to blog. The city is breathing on my shoulders. My mind is currently cluttered with a bajillion things that must be done over the next few weeks. All of which, by now I’m very familiar with but still produce a certain amount of anxiety up until the moment that I’m right in the thick of it again. I’m rushing with the hours of each day, trying to accomplish things that are mostly out of my control.

I’m almost three weeks into my complete ban of candy and chocolate. I’m not gonna lie, it’s still hell on earth (especially this week since my hormones are making my willpower work overtime)…but I also still haven’t cheated. It’s quite miraculous really, especially considering it’s mini egg season. And I’m stressed.


I’ve been fantasizing about braids, and daisies, little dresses, neon, sunnies and pedi exposing shoes. I love this time of year. Dusk, fireflies, tickling blades of grass, the smell of deep, true earth. Except that in a few days I’ll be in Winnipeg, where it’s currently -4 degrees and lightly snowing. I’m going back to Winter. I suppose I’ll have to settle for coming home to Spring.

Très Très Chic


It’s telling when a magazine editor becomes a more precise barometer of fashion than the catwalk collections. Then again, she’s not just any magazine editor. As Editor of French Vogue, Carine Roitfeld creates a magazine that is edgy and seductive. The same could be said for her personal style. Carine has immaculate taste, and she is beyond unconventional in her thinking. She’s a skinny fiftysomething with smoky eyes and sharp heels. Her straight hair is parted in the middle and hangs in her face. She is influential almost without knowing it. By choosing influence over power, Carine has an effortless credibility. Her definition of fashion is clearly hedonistic, embracing fashion’s immediacy but with a broad cultural vision that puts everything in perspective. She has always been fully committed to fashion and also gracious to all (which seems to be rare in her business).


CNN recently released a documentary capturing her influence and importance to the global fashion scene called “Carine Roitfeld Revealed.” You can check it out here.

(Merci Mark)
Photos taken from various sources