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The Real Housewives: Poster Children for America's Health?

If television is a cultural barometer, what can we learn about health and well-being from our regular viewing? von Hottie presents a totally unscientific sampling of the health and fitness "wisdom" she gleaned this week from a random selection of television shows. WARNING: spoiler alerts and reverse sexism ahead.

• True Blood: Fairy blood is the new vitamin D and provides vampires with an SPF of about a million. Also, If I really want to improve my athleticism and up my aerial silks game, I should really shoot back some "V" (vampire blood). This show is awesome, but none of it is helpful in real life.
• Mad Men: Oh, Don Draper. So many "miscellaneous minutes" to log, so little time. In The Sixties, Don Draper is super hot, but since he smokes so much and has an alcohol to water ratio of 10:1, if you met him now, he'd look oddly yellow, have no teeth, and be making deals through his electronic voice box.
  

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Pity party of one still made it to Ride the Zone

In the hierarchy of my female friendships, Sass is my mistress but we both have pre-existing long-term relationships with our "wives." Went for a fun, gosspy lunch with my wife yesterday, only she breaks the news that she and her husband are moving back to San Francisco, and this time they are definitely not returning to New York. Heartbreak. After Yoga Vida class, go for dinner with two friends. They tell me they're moving to Indiana. I drink too much wine and stay up too late (but when have I ever drunk just enough wine and come home early when I hang out with them?). Reserve Ride the Zone bike at 1:30 am. Inappropriately update every social network status I have. In bed, throw a pity party of one. Sleep four terrible and tipsy hours. Wake up an hour and fifteen minutes before my alarm goes off. Hate life, hate life, hate life. Resolve to still go to Ride the Zone class because sometimes Kaitlyn has too much wine and she still makes it to RTZ to "honor her commitment to herself." Decide Grown-Ass Women go to the Church of Marion and pray she'll save them from themselves.

Class(es) Taken:
CYKO ZONE - Marion Roaman
Place:
Ride the Zone-Upper East Side
Date:
Tue, 08/24/2010 (All day)

Aerial shows and some semi-relevant history I feel like sharing

Let's take it back to early 2007. It was a chilly winter night and a friend of mine, who'd just begun dating a guy in a comedy troupe, dragged me to the Cherrry Lane Theatre to see one of their shows. Thus began my love affair with the hilarious, raunchy and often nude men of FUCT NYC, and most especially, one Ian Sinclair Lassiter.

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baby hoop and baby steps

Upon my return from my fairy godmother travels, I got two big rejections, one from grad school, and the other from a big arts festival. I was especially bummed because I'd spent the last few weeks envisioning myself telling people in bars, "Oh yes, I"m getting my MFA in playwriting and in my spare time I hula hoop and train for aerial silks. Please come see my two blockbuster shows this fall.

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Pity party of one still made it to Ride the Zone

In the hierarchy of my female friendships, Sass is my mistress but we both have pre-existing long-term relationships with our "wives." Went for a fun, gosspy lunch with my wife yesterday, only she breaks the news that she and her husband are moving back to San Francisco, and this time they are definitely not returning to New York. Heartbreak. After Yoga Vida class, go for dinner with two friends. They tell me they're moving to Indiana. I drink too much wine and stay up too late (but when have I ever drunk just enough wine and come home early when I hang out with them?). Reserve Ride the Zone bike at 1:30 am. Inappropriately update every social network status I have. In bed, throw a pity party of one. Sleep four terrible and tipsy hours. Wake up an hour and fifteen minutes before my alarm goes off. Hate life, hate life, hate life. Resolve to still go to Ride the Zone class because sometimes Kaitlyn has too much wine and she still makes it to RTZ to "honor her commitment to herself." Decide Grown-Ass Women go to the Church of Marion and pray she'll save them from themselves.

Class(es) Taken:
CYKO ZONE - Marion Roaman
Place:
Ride the Zone-Upper East Side
Date:
Tue, 08/24/2010 (All day)

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Character Building & Circuit Training

According to my August horoscope (Hi, Taurus, how you doin'?!), the cardinal cross of the planets will be task-mastering me into focusing on work projects and my physical and mental health. Decisions will be made. clarity will be achieved and bad habits will be broken. Since the universe seems to have a whole lot of character building in mind for me, I thought I would work on one of my bad habits: wussing out on exercise that sounds like it might hurt. I took msh's circuit, picked the exercise in each category that sounded the least appealing, and made myself do it. It looked like this, 3 times:

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All this family time means getting creative about exercise

Took my nephew to a water park today. Spending two hours tossing a 5 year old around a wave pool is hard work. My favorite was doing bicep curls by picking him up by the collar of his lifevest. Got a leg workout by pretending to be a mama duck & duck walking through the pool for 20 mins. And when he threw his little arms around me for a big hug while yelling, "I'm a zombie!

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i beat my my siblings up the big hill!

Greetings from Oregon! Got off the plane and went with my sister and her boyfriend straight to my great-grandmother's old estate, which she left to the State of Oregon upon her death and is now a state park. We met my brother and my nephew, ate watermelon, played tag and then hiked around the trails of the park.