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In case you’re wondering…this is what being locked out of your apt looks like. Send help…and maybe a pizza. 🔑🍕

In case you’re wondering…this is what being locked out of your apt looks like. Send help…and maybe a pizza. 🔑🍕

Feelings & Flybarre Challenge - Week 1

Looking at Xander in this picture is like seeing my reflection in a mirror.

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My buddy is staying with me for a month and his presence is a really bright spot in my dimly lit heart. I’ve got the sadz but it’s not anything in particular; just a bunch of little things accumulating to overthrow my natural state of almost-makes-you-vomit happy.

Time to buck up and make like Robert Frost because “The best way out is always through”. Sometimes the simple act of acknowledging and validating your feelings is all you need to move forward. 

So…something more positive…

I successfully completed my first week of the Flybarre Challenge. Going to class 4x p/week is great right now but I can see it becoming a bit laborious around week 3 or 4. We’ll see. 

  • Left Arm: 12” (same as challenge start)
  • Right Arm: 12” (up 1/2” )
  • Waist: 33” (down 3”)
  • Hips: 41 3/8” (down 1 5/8”)
  • Left Thigh: 23 3/4” (up 1/4”)
  • Right Thigh: 23 3/4” (same as challenge start)
  • Weight: 152.5 (up 1 lb. = What the?!??!)

Here’s what I’ve decided to emphasize over the next few weeks…

I need to consume more water, more veggies, and focus on fueling my body (just like I did for the marathon last year) instead of concentrating on my calorie intake. (side note and not really related…but…everyone should watch Fed Up because: sugar…the more you know).

Oh, and the scale? The batteries have been removed and it’s nicely tucked away on the tippy-top shelf of my closet.  This isn’t about losing weight and obsessing over a number isn’t worth it. Stepping on that scale every week will completely negate the satisfaction that follows each class if it’s not a specific (lower) number (whispering: I will see what it says on 10/26 when the challenge is over…and post it for accountability and whatnot). 

Finally, If you’re interested in checking out Flybarre, try a class with Katherine K because she’s fantastic. I’ve enjoyed all the instructors, but there’s something about the way she teaches that is really motivating.

Coming up on tomorrow’s blog agenda: I talk about pizza. Get excited.

Flywheel Challenge - The Beginning
OK people. I don’t don’t have anyone to take a before shot at the moment so just use your imagination. I tried (I really did) but all my full body selfie shots make me look supa skin-ay and, well, that’s not an accurate representation of my current physical state (um…neither are 90% of the pictures I post on this blog because: editing your life to make people think you look/live/feel a specific way. JK…I try to keep it real and save the curated stuff for Facebook). You’ll just have to accept this selfie in which I express my feelings about publishing my measurements for all the world to see. Gulp.
What’s the challenge? I’ll take (4) FlyBarre classes a week for the next (6) weeks. On some days, I’ll double down on workouts and hit up SoulCycle, FlyWheel, or run a few miles to get some cardio in (hopefully 4 days of cardio a week). 
Why am I doing this? There are a few reasons. Here, let me list them out for you because I. Love. Lists. 
I need to funnel some negative energy into something positive 
I’d like to see something toned on my body. Like, anything…arms, thighs, butt (cause I’m all about that ‘base, ‘bout that base, no treble). 
I’d like to fit comfortably into any pair of the jeans I currently have.
It sounded fun. I am lying. This does not sound fun.
Will my diet change? Yes. But I’m not “dieting”. Real food (full fat everything), lot’s of water, less wine (sad tears), and more cruciferous veggies and fruits (I just wanted to use the word cruciferous).
What are my current measurements? I’ll tell you but only if you promise not to tell anyone else, okay? Okay, cool…
Left Arm: 12”
Right Arm: 11 1/2”
Waist: 36 1/4” (measured at/around belly button level)
Hips: 43
Left Thigh: 23 1/2”
Right Thigh: 23 5/8”
Weight: 151.5
Height: 5’5”
Am I hoping to lose weight? Meh. I do want to lose weight but that’s not my main priority or goal over the next few weeks. If I can firm up a bit, change some eating habits, and lose a few inches, then everything else is just gravy. I assume that losing inches directly correlates with losing pounds…but we’ll see.
Any other questions? No, self. i think you’ve covered more than anyone wanted or needed to know with the killer selfie and weight confession combination. It’s bedtime…6:15 class tomorrow morning!

Flywheel Challenge - The Beginning

OK people. I don’t don’t have anyone to take a before shot at the moment so just use your imagination. I tried (I really did) but all my full body selfie shots make me look supa skin-ay and, well, that’s not an accurate representation of my current physical state (um…neither are 90% of the pictures I post on this blog because: editing your life to make people think you look/live/feel a specific way. JK…I try to keep it real and save the curated stuff for Facebook). You’ll just have to accept this selfie in which I express my feelings about publishing my measurements for all the world to see. Gulp.

What’s the challenge? I’ll take (4) FlyBarre classes a week for the next (6) weeks. On some days, I’ll double down on workouts and hit up SoulCycle, FlyWheel, or run a few miles to get some cardio in (hopefully 4 days of cardio a week). 

Why am I doing this? There are a few reasons. Here, let me list them out for you because I. Love. Lists. 

  1. I need to funnel some negative energy into something positive 
  2. I’d like to see something toned on my body. Like, anything…arms, thighs, butt (cause I’m all about that ‘base, ‘bout that base, no treble). 
  3. I’d like to fit comfortably into any pair of the jeans I currently have.
  4. It sounded fun. I am lying. This does not sound fun.

Will my diet change? Yes. But I’m not “dieting”. Real food (full fat everything), lot’s of water, less wine (sad tears), and more cruciferous veggies and fruits (I just wanted to use the word cruciferous).

What are my current measurements? I’ll tell you but only if you promise not to tell anyone else, okay? Okay, cool…

  • Left Arm: 12”
  • Right Arm: 11 1/2”
  • Waist: 36 1/4” (measured at/around belly button level)
  • Hips: 43
  • Left Thigh: 23 1/2”
  • Right Thigh: 23 5/8”
  • Weight: 151.5
  • Height: 5’5”

Am I hoping to lose weight? Meh. I do want to lose weight but that’s not my main priority or goal over the next few weeks. If I can firm up a bit, change some eating habits, and lose a few inches, then everything else is just gravy. I assume that losing inches directly correlates with losing pounds…but we’ll see.

Any other questions? No, self. i think you’ve covered more than anyone wanted or needed to know with the killer selfie and weight confession combination. It’s bedtime…6:15 class tomorrow morning!

My Life Lately…

I feel like I’ve completely lost touch with the blogging world. Does anyone even read this jam anymore (that’s only kind of a serious question)? I’m hoping for a few devoted followers of whatever this thing has become (waves to Grandma and Diane) so here’s what’s going on in my world…

  • Mom is holding steady and feeling good. In fact, she’s on vacation visiting family out west in Washington for the week. I miss her.
  • I’m really into Flybarre and just signed up for a 6-week challenge (4 classes a week for 6 weeks). They guaranteed that I’d come out of it looking like Misty Copeland*. Does anyone want me to document the challenge? Probz not but LMK.
  • Ted Talks are my newest obsession and I try to watch 1-2 of them daily. This morning I listened to Jack Andraka, a 16 year old kid, talk about how he may have developed an early detector for pancreatic cancer. I cried and wished he had been born 5 years earlier.
  • Cle de Peau Concealer. Worth every penny of that $70 price tag. A close runner-up is Givenchy Mister Light for 1/2 the price at $34.
  • I’m not running the NYC Marathon and I’m thrilled. I’m a one-time marathoner and instead of beating myself up about it, I’m going to focus on the fact that I’m, um, a marathon finisher (pats self on back)
  • I ordered the new iPhone 6 in gold. I wanted to get the iPhone 6+ but feared it wouldn’t fit in some of my little clutch bags. These problems are real. That’s almost not even funny to joke about.
  • I’m never dieting again. Ever. My metabolism is whack because I’ve yo-yo’d my entire life. I’ve always been a new-diet-craze?-sign- me-up! kind of girl but nope. Now I’m just going to eat it and own it.
  • Diet stuff said, I had a blueberry doughnut from Doughnut Plant for dinner last night. Funny thing happened, though. When I just allowed myself to get it and enjoy it, I didn’t even want more than a couple of bites. Perhaps that was a fluke? I don’t know…but right now I’d really like to be owning some Cinnamon Toast Crunch on my sofa while watching Ellen or brussels sprouts from The Smith. Don’t ask questions.
  • I told my boyfriend I was feeling emotional and asked him if I could get a kitten. I wasn’t kidding. He said no. Thank God because I only like cats when they belong to other people.
  • Therapy is some good $#!T.
  • Remember when I used to write about dating? Yeah, neither do I. 

Is there anything you want to know? Leave a comment on the post, ask me (temporarily open), or you can shoot an email over to eminnycblog@gmail.com. 

I’m slow to post these days (clearly) but if you’d like, you can follow me on Instagram or Twitter (@eminnycity). I’m slightly better on those social media fronts..but just barely.

Here’s some stuff to look at if you haven’t already seen it…

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Me & Ms. Joan…

Yesterday afternoon, when I heard that Joan Rivers had passed, I was a bit surprised to find myself feeling uncharacteristically sad. My heart went straight to Melissa. I posted the below picture just about 2 years ago (making the picture approx.4 years old) and had forgotten about it until a friend reminded me this morning…

eminnyc:

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Look closely at this picture…

2 years and 12 lbs ago…

I have no idea where this photo was taken but a friend from college just sent it to me because this is what comes up when you search for Joan Rivers on Wikipedia.

Best photo bomb (kind of) ever.

You can’t expect to be happy all the time, he told himself. Then he revised that. No, he thought, the important thing is to take what you’ve got, no matter what that is, and find a way to make a happy life out of it somehow.

Character in the book I’m reading at the moment. (via georgiegirlnyc)
Gettin _____ with it…

Highs, lows, and a bit of everything in between. That’s what August 2014 consisted of and I can’t say I’m sad to see it go. I’m a bit uninspired and finding it difficult to write about things that aren’t…well…difficult. 

I miss this space but my priorities are focused elsewhere (for now). I’ll find my groove again - when if feels right - but taking things one day at a time is all I can muster at the moment.

At times, my joy is easily stumbled upon (like today’s sidewalk Jiggy) and then there are days when identifying something to smile about seems impossible. Some days I’m literally high-fiving myself for making it to bedtime without eating an entire box of Dunkin Donuts Munchkins with a healthy pour of Sauvignon Blanc on the side. 

That’s all I’ve got.

Gettin _____ with it…

Highs, lows, and a bit of everything in between. That’s what August 2014 consisted of and I can’t say I’m sad to see it go. I’m a bit uninspired and finding it difficult to write about things that aren’t…well…difficult.

I miss this space but my priorities are focused elsewhere (for now). I’ll find my groove again - when if feels right - but taking things one day at a time is all I can muster at the moment.

At times, my joy is easily stumbled upon (like today’s sidewalk Jiggy) and then there are days when identifying something to smile about seems impossible. Some days I’m literally high-fiving myself for making it to bedtime without eating an entire box of Dunkin Donuts Munchkins with a healthy pour of Sauvignon Blanc on the side.

That’s all I’ve got.

Taxi Man: Good Morning, pretty lady! Where will I be taking you today?
Em: I’m going to the corner of X Street & X Ave*, please.
Taxi Man: Aahhhh, the building on the moon! What is that place? Do you do the internet there?
Em: Something like that!
(I was cranky and annoyed before I got in this cab. Good attitudes and smiles are infectious so find someone to steal some positive vibes from today)

Taxi Man: Good Morning, pretty lady! Where will I be taking you today?

Em: I’m going to the corner of X Street & X Ave*, please.

Taxi Man: Aahhhh, the building on the moon! What is that place? Do you do the internet there?

Em: Something like that!

(I was cranky and annoyed before I got in this cab. Good attitudes and smiles are infectious so find someone to steal some positive vibes from today)

A family friend breeds golden retrievers (don’t hate the player…) and these three little bits are from the newest litter. I said I would be happy to rescue one of them if they need a home.

Smile…it’s Thursday!

A family friend breeds golden retrievers (don’t hate the player…) and these three little bits are from the newest litter. I said I would be happy to rescue one of them if they need a home.

Smile…it’s Thursday!

Beautiful…
Mom shaved her head yesterday. 
I asked her if I could post this picture and write about how courageous and beautiful she is. She gave me her blessing so I sat down and started typing away. 
…type…delete…type type…delete….
I can’t find the words I thought I had to accompany this image. It was supposed to be some kind of empowering message a la any of the Dove beauty campaigns but I’m failing at every attempt.  
So while I may come up short with sounding out my feelings, Carole always delivers…

Beautiful - by Carole King
You’ve got to get up every morning with a smile on your faceAnd show the world all the love in your heartThen people gonna treat you betterYou’re gonna find, yes, you willThat you’re beautiful as you feelWaiting at the station with a workday wind a-blowingI’ve got nothing to do but watch the passers-byMirrored in their faces I see frustration growingAnd they don’t see it showing, why do I?You’ve got to get up every morning with a smile on your faceAnd show the world all the love in your heartThen people gonna treat you betterYou’re gonna find, yes, you willThat you’re beautiful as you feelI have often asked myself the reason for sadnessIn a world where tears are just a lullabyIf there’s any answer, maybe love can end the madnessMaybe not, oh, but we can only tryYou’ve got to get up every morning with a smile on your faceAnd show the world all the love in your heartThen people gonna treat you betterYou’re gonna find, yes, you willThat you’re beautiful as you feel

Beautiful…

Mom shaved her head yesterday. 

I asked her if I could post this picture and write about how courageous and beautiful she is. She gave me her blessing so I sat down and started typing away. 

…type…delete…type type…delete….

I can’t find the words I thought I had to accompany this image. It was supposed to be some kind of empowering message a la any of the Dove beauty campaigns but I’m failing at every attempt.  

So while I may come up short with sounding out my feelings, Carole always delivers…

Beautiful - by Carole King

You’ve got to get up every morning with a smile on your face
And show the world all the love in your heart
Then people gonna treat you better
You’re gonna find, yes, you will
That you’re beautiful as you feel

Waiting at the station with a workday wind a-blowing
I’ve got nothing to do but watch the passers-by
Mirrored in their faces I see frustration growing
And they don’t see it showing, why do I?

You’ve got to get up every morning with a smile on your face
And show the world all the love in your heart
Then people gonna treat you better
You’re gonna find, yes, you will
That you’re beautiful as you feel

I have often asked myself the reason for sadness
In a world where tears are just a lullaby
If there’s any answer, maybe love can end the madness
Maybe not, oh, but we can only try

You’ve got to get up every morning with a smile on your face
And show the world all the love in your heart
Then people gonna treat you better
You’re gonna find, yes, you will
That you’re beautiful as you feel

It’s Wednesday & Whatnot…

I don’t really have much to say of substance so I’ll just share a bunch of miscellaneous clutter with you. Nothing groundbreaking here, folks…

I’ve been…

spending more time in Brooklyn because that’s what happens when you’re dating someone who doesn’t live in the same borough.  As much as I love my UWS neighborhood, I’m really excited about what the other side of the bridge is all about. There’s so much exploring to do.

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I’ve made…

This Quinoa Almond Berry Salad and you should drop what you’re doing and make it immediately. I whipped it up this morning and it was the best thing I’ve eaten in weeks. It’s berry season and you know you won’t be able to finish all 4 pints you just purchased because they were OMG SO CHEAP. Thank me later (seriously - let me know if you made it and tell me what you think…then tell the original author because I sure can’t take credit for that glorious dish). I’m trying this one tomorrow.

These Blueberry Oatmeal Muffins because someone on my Tumblr dashboard told me to (now I can’t remember who!). They are fantastic and the perfect pre-run fuel now that I’m back to training (not sure I’m actually running the NYC Marathon yet…wait and see).

A birthday cake for a new friend…from a box (the cake, not the friend).

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I’ve purchased…

This running skirt from Athleta (ok, maybe it’s for tennis but it works for running too). I hate wearing shorts when I run because they’re super uncomfortable and my capri’s just feel better (and hide my untoned/untanned legs) and I’ve avoided the skirt thing because I couldn’t find one that fit/flattered me. Finally, I’ve found one that works and i’m psyched because it’s cute, girly, and weather appropriate for those summer runs when the heat and humidity is so high that you feel like your face is melting off. Top it off with my new purple bow and that makes instant motivation for my next race. Cool story.

This dress from Club Monaco. It makes me feel fancy.

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I’ve Read…

Emily Giffin’s newest novel, The One & Only. aaannnddd…I hated it. Don’t read it if you want to preserve your adoration for her beach read writing. I really enjoyed her first few books, Something Borrowed and Something Blue…but then I realize that I read them when I was in my early 20’s (and then Kate Hudson and Jennifer Goodwin went and made that adorable movie) and my literary tastes weren’t as matured as they are now. Haha, just kidding! Now I’m in between Gone Girl (solely so I can see the movie) and the latest Real Simple magazine so don’t expect any Emily Bronte or Mark Twain reviews from this girl. I seriously hated this book though. Don’t do it.

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I’m Going…

To the Hamptons for the next few days and  I’m taking my parents and their best friends for a little relaxation. This will be my first trip to Southampton this year and I’m really looking forward to it. The beach, a grill, flat roads for long runs, wine tasting, and a couple of SoulCycle classes with my favorite instructor (Lori A.) are all I have on the agenda. 

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Friday Follow-Up…

Hi Friends & Family who come here for updates on real life stuff and not just the fluff that I usually gravitate toward. This one is for you…

The two questions I get several times a day:

How are you?

How’s your Mom?

Well…here are your answers.

About me: I continue to feel a bit manic but I suppose that comes with the territory of what life looks like for me these days. Experiencing a dichotomy of emotions that vacillate between feeling both happy and deeply in love (my guy) and extremely scared-but-forcing-an-optimistic-and-positive-outlook (my mom) will do that to just about anyone. So, in light of my 32nd birthday, I went out and got the best present I could think of…a therapist.

I thought that being a 10-year resident of the concrete jungle made me a true New Yorker but the whole having a shrink thing might actually be just the thing to validate my city dweller status, am I right? Ain’t no shame in that, my friends. 

About Mom: As of today, she’s been fighting PC for 7 months. She’s doing well and looks fantastic. In fact, she looks so good that people might start to think that she’s been faking this thing all along. I mean, her hair has never looked better (um, it’s a wig…but you can’t tell) and she’s far surpassed her “goal weight” (too bad it’s because chemo strips you of your appetite, taste buds, and ability to enjoy most food - let alone the ability to keep it down. Fun stuff, right?).

She had a big test earlier this week that indicated that the tumors have gotten a bit smaller since her last scan. That’s good news! The bummer news that followed was that she wouldn’t be able to take the break from her chemo treatments that we hoped for. Several weeks ago, her doctor indicated that a month or two off from treatment might be a possibility. Our hopes were high and plans for trips, some strength building, and dreams of a much needed hiatus from the grueling schedule and toxic medicine were planted. To hear that she couldn’t take the pause she anticipated was a complete blow to our Go, Fight, Win outlook for a little while. Slowly but surely, our ability to build up hope and optimism is returning and we’ll be right back on the Let’s Beat This Thing Bandwagon in no time. It’s a Dull thing…can’t keep us down for long.

Completely unrelated (but not really because I’m constantly looking for the simple joys and that goes hand in hand with the optimistic biznaz), the sky was crazy-town beautiful yesterday. Perhaps God thought he’d remind me that we’re not alone in this battle. I’m a strong person but this particular struggle is REAL and if I’m not on the defense, it’s way too easy for fear and doubt to squeeze it’s way in. Everyone copes in different ways but for me, my faith is the one and only thing that could ever get me through this. That goes for Mom too. 

XO,
Em

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(PS - if you have any questions or comments, feel free to message me or email me at eminnycblog@gmail.com. I have turned off the ability for anonymous comment/inquiries here because people are whack, yo!).

Well…
I’m 32 today and good golly (!), that number arrived a little too soon. My parents and Xander were at my apartment to love on me this morning and that was special since I haven’t woken up to family on my birthday in years. I regret not telling them just how nice it was to have them there before they left for the hospital.
It’s funny that this July 24th doesn’t feel like the others. I’m usually the annoying and self-centered “It’s My Birthday Week” type so it’s foreign to me that I’m not in a big celebratory mood. Perhaps that’s maturity? Regardless, a lovely little lunch at Cookshop (duh…literally my third home behind my own apartment and my office) and a dinner at Babbo are more than enough celebration for me this year. Fill me with pasta (and maybe some Crème Brûlée) and put me to bed because 32 wasn’t sprinkled with any of the anticipation that accompanied the landmark year of 30. I’m totally at peace with that. 
Despite my less than Woo Hoo Let’s Party disposition, there are two feelings that I couldn’t possibly avoid today and they’re simply overwhelming: incredibly special and unconditionally loved.
It’s the sweet phone calls, countless text messages and emails, copious Facebook posts (mostly from people I haven’t spoken with since high school but whatevs), birthday wishes and heartfelt hugs from the people I most care about that have me feeling like a million bucks.
I’m a my mom hates the word lucky so I’ll go with blessed young lady. Happy Birthday to me, for sure. Bring it 32…I’m ready.
(*picture of Xander…the boy loves a party hat)

Well…

I’m 32 today and good golly (!), that number arrived a little too soon. My parents and Xander were at my apartment to love on me this morning and that was special since I haven’t woken up to family on my birthday in years. I regret not telling them just how nice it was to have them there before they left for the hospital.

It’s funny that this July 24th doesn’t feel like the others. I’m usually the annoying and self-centered “It’s My Birthday Week” type so it’s foreign to me that I’m not in a big celebratory mood. Perhaps that’s maturity? Regardless, a lovely little lunch at Cookshop (duh…literally my third home behind my own apartment and my office) and a dinner at Babbo are more than enough celebration for me this year. Fill me with pasta (and maybe some Crème Brûlée) and put me to bed because 32 wasn’t sprinkled with any of the anticipation that accompanied the landmark year of 30. I’m totally at peace with that. 

Despite my less than Woo Hoo Let’s Party disposition, there are two feelings that I couldn’t possibly avoid today and they’re simply overwhelming: incredibly special and unconditionally loved.

It’s the sweet phone calls, countless text messages and emails, copious Facebook posts (mostly from people I haven’t spoken with since high school but whatevs), birthday wishes and heartfelt hugs from the people I most care about that have me feeling like a million bucks.

I’m a my mom hates the word lucky so I’ll go with blessed young lady. Happy Birthday to me, for sure. Bring it 32…I’m ready.

(*picture of Xander…the boy loves a party hat)