Get fit in 5 minutes a day – I’m In!

I overheard this marvelous news last night while lounging on the sofa eating popcorn and bemoaning the fact that I’ve gotten zero exercise (except sauntering from the back door to the car) this entire year. 

But the year is young and I almost walked out and howled at the full moon when I heard these latest findings on exercise. No need to sweat and grit your teeth for hours in a gym or jog across town every morning at sun rise. This is the best discovery since potato chips and salsa. Continue reading

Slow dancing into the new year

 

turtle winning the race against a rabbit

In this rush, rush rush world where we are driven my materialism, multi-tasking seems an absolute requirement.  Trying to keep up with the madness, I have lost the art of taking time to myself to think, be creative, and dream. 
 
Maybe the New Year is the perfect time to fall in love with the process and give up on the “end-game fantasy”. No big “pie in the sky” resolutions for me this year.  Only one:  to slow down – to sip life instead of gulping it down. Maybe if I can tame that crazy little drunk monkey living in my head, I can focus on the small and doable and watch for a gradual transformation rather than the radical “change your life in one week” lost causes.  

Stop, drop and roll

Defining moments

frog

We’ve all had many defining moments.  I just never sat down and thought about them until today.  I even made a list.  Some were negative but most were powerfully positive, due most likely to selective memory (my forte.)

Here are the few I don’t mind sharing: Continue reading

Don’t fall for celebrity “miracles”

 

Ok, so I’m a serious sucker, the kind of girl infomercials were made for.

I’ve been holding out for some miracle cream that will wash away wrinkles and lift everything back to its original starting point.  When I saw the beautiful Cindy Crawford revealing her most personal beauty secrets I swallowed it lock, stock, and barrel and nowo I have a serious case of indigestion.

The miracle is that I lived through the ordeal  to tell about it. Maybe I can save you from a similar torture.  Here’s how it went down.

After innocently ordering the  starter kit and plunking down my credit card for $39 I waited iimpatiently for this miracle age reverser.  Within days a teeny little box showed up with minuscule  bottles of something white and greasy.  I knew immediately it wasn’t worth the postage but I was willing to pay for my stupidity.  I tried to call the company to cancel but was forced to endure a series of robo adds for everything from insurance to a “FREE” trip to the Bahamas.  They just went on and on until I thought I would scream.

On the ninth ad, I did scream.  Every bad word in my vocabulary and was abruptly disconnected.    Meanwhile, a second box arrived with giant sizes of a few of the products and a bill for $101 which apparently I had agreed to by ordering the first “FREE” starter kit for $39.  .

When my credit card arrived, the charges totaled $140. Luckily there was a different number on the bill and I finally got a live person at the end of the line.  I could tell by the tone of her voice, that my call was the millionth she had received that day. She spoke very little English which is a good thing because I had some choice words for Cindy.  She promised to credit my card for the second order and email me a receipt and mailing label so I could return the order.  Neither ever arrived.

Today I’m calling the credit card company to tell them I’m not paying for the second order.  If they refuse I’m canceling the credit card.  I ran over to Brenda’s to check my blood pressure and it was through the roof.