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Double dates with Auntie Mame and Ben & Jerry

Posted on February 14, 2013

Yeah, it’s Valentine’s Day again. Much like the dreaded wedding bouquet toss, it’s that day that separates us into the haves and the have-nots. It’s a commercial day marked by inferior-quality chocolate. (Gasp!) However, this day is a reminder, a really useful one. Because, get this, you have everything that you need right now to make this day whatever you dream up.

C’mon, hear me out.

As many of you know, I got married last year. Femme Ephemera (me) married dixiecupdrinkin (Craig). We met on match.com; those were our screen names. It’s the chronic overworking city-dweller way.

Here’s the interesting bit: Neither of us thought that we’d ever get married.

I was Craig’s 50th (and what he declared, last) first date. I’ve probably been on as many first dates myself plus a couple of epic (yet informative) fails in the Relationship Department. At points, I have had Saturday night double dates with Auntie Mame and Ben & Jerry. I was your garden variety unlovable. 

Then, something changed… 

I'm trapped in a 70s children's game suffering with Overitis. Are you, too?

Posted on January 15, 2013

Well, the holiday season has come to a close for another year. 

[Phew.] 

Did you have a bad case of Overitis this year, too? You know...'twas the season to overeat, over-drink, over-spend, over-schedule, over-stimulate, over-caffeinate, overlook, overachieve, etc.

Confession time: I am an Over-scheduler. Guilty as charged. I thought I had it under control, but somehow something happens every year with the first waft of Thanksgiving dinner. Life becomes that classic 1970s game for the fledgling Type A person, Perfection. I scramble to plug as many family members and friends into my calendar before the figurative timer pops on New Year's Day. Just like playing that game as a kid, the whole thing usually ends with my heart beating way too fast, my stomach churning and my body feeling tense and exhausted. (Sorry, darling adrenals.)

Eating ice cream for breakfast and orgasmic cookies

Posted on November 18, 2012

This week, I saw my friend’s Facebook update rationalizing brownies for breakfast. Afterwards, I found myself recalling a session where I recommended that my client eat ice cream for breakfast.

You’re probably thinking, “Kara is bat shizzle crazy.” Before you decide, hear me out.

My client already had an evening ice cream habit going strong. I don’t judge; I just meet clients where they are at that moment. She also had a skipping breakfast habit. Brilliant! What if she ate ice cream for breakfast, but had to include some fruit and nuts with it?  And she had to enjoy it. Like really, really enjoy it. Not just scarf it down or eat it in secret. Because she’s awesome (and had already paid for our sessions together), she tried it.

Guess what happened? 

Everybody poops. Knowing that saved me.

Posted on October 2, 2012

sandwormYes, I really did just title this “Everybody poops.” I’m not scared. However, I was this past Saturday morning. I had the great honor and privilege to stand on the stage at Jazz at Lincoln Center and greet 1000+ of my Institute of Integrative Nutrition peers. On Sunday, I stepped up there again to receive a Health Leadership Award for my work with budding health coaches. Oh, did I say that it was also being live streamed to thousands more globally? It was.

I was scared. 

Just like I was scared two weeks ago when I delivered a keynote address to a few hundred parents and high school athletes at Northampton High School. 

By “scared,” I really mean gut-roiling, hand-shaking, adrenalized fear so bad that I couldn’t even eat. I mean waking my husband up because I’m apparently delivering my speech in my sleep. I mean suffering from anxiety dreams that range from the microphone turning into the sandworm from Beetlejuice, zombies closing in on me at Jazz or falling like Carrie Bradshaw on a catwalk.

Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien. (Or Go Ahead and Ditch Your Regrets.)

Posted on September 5, 2012

"Do you regret what you have done or what you didn't do?"  This is a question that recently came up over dinner with a couple of The Ladies.  Honestly, The Universe amazes me sometimes with its synchronicity. A couple of weeks previous, I started working with a new coaching client who told me how they have "cheated death twice." That expression had left me thinking long and hard about living life. I mean really living life.  

For those of you who have known me since my early 20s, you probably know how much thought and energy that I have put into really exploring what it means to live life fully.  For those of you who I've met since then, let me share.  Over roughly a three-year span, I lost two friends, two aunts, two grandparents, Regretan uncle and my father.  Some of these people were taken from me September-11th-suddenly, while others slowly succumbed to Alzheimer's Disease and various forms of cancer.

For those of you who have personally "cheated death" or experienced a type of loss similar to mine, we have a truly deepconnection with how valuable life is. I often, somewhat facetiously, remind my clients that we only have one time around on this big ball of mud. Perhaps that sounds a bit flip, but it's a big truth.

What's your stain?

Posted on July 27, 2012

stain on heart

Last week, two things happened. One, Stephen Covey, author of 7 Habits of Highly Effective People, died. R.I.P. Two, I drove an hour to see the one-night screening of Shut Up and Dance. It's a rockumentary around the last, voluntary,celebratory show of one of my favorite bands, LCD Soundsystem.  

LCD Soundsystem is fronted by James Murphy, the most unlikely, yet supremely charismatic and articulate front men. As a new entrepreneur and coach, he's inspiring. Success came in his late 30s ("ancient" by music industry standards) when he opted to just be himself. He made a record that he and friends dug. To me, that's the epitome of flow. Coincidently, one of their last shows was one of my last shows as a resident of Brooklyn. It was a fitting bookend to my decade of Tom Foolery in The Big Apple. 

Love, flow, and a couple of cheez balls.

Posted on June 30, 2012

269343_10150870121002756_829145884_n.jpgI just realized that I left you hanging. The wedding went off with a hitch. And from our guests’ comments, it seemed like our atomic 50s luau was a success! 

Of course, it was going to be surreal, yet amazingly fun, time for Craig and me. It should be after all the planning that goes into a weekend-long event like that. Looking at the pictures of me cracking up (or bawling), you don’t see me concocting pounds of vegan cashew cheese, bottling all the sauces or pouring over antiquated cookbooks from the 50s to convert the recipes to modern plant-based party versions. You don’t see me hunting down the perfect shade of red lipstick or the best Lucite choker to match the vintage dress that I found. You don’t see radio producer & music savant, Craig, scouring his record collection, record stores, vinyl fairs and the public library for just the perfect music for his 18 hour wedding soundtrack. 

The Not So Secret Lives of Plant-Eaters

Posted on June 25, 2012

herbs_1.jpgPeople ask me what I eat, all the time. I’m a Health & Lifestyle Coach, so it’s pretty fair game. My answer: I eat mostly plants most of the time.

Earlier this year, I gave the Physicians Committee for Responsible Medicine’s 21-Day Vegan Kickstart a try. I was approaching this from a health perspective. So, I kept my leather shoes, but agreed to take a time-out from consuming all animal protein. That means no meat, dairy, eggs or even honey.

Those of you who follow me on facebook or twitter have seen all the recipes and “#vegan” resources getting posted. Now, I’m a foodie and a health coach. I’m also training at the Natural Kitchen Cooking School, a culinary school that is both vegan and macrobiotic in approach. So, the kickstart wasn’t too big of a leap from my pre-January diet. In the interest of full-disclosure, I forgot and put honey in a tea once.

What the fluff is a matter with me?

Posted on June 25, 2012

fluff

So, I know I’ve been that girl. Not Marlo Thomas, but that girl who has been blabbing about her upcoming wedding. It’s hard not to when having a stripped-down wedding seems to still create like 9,567 tasks. However, I’m finally starting to get to the fun parts…namely the Bachelorette parties. Yeah, I said “parties.” That’s right. I had two amazing weekends with some of the most awesome friends a lady could ever have. I had a tiki gnome-led scavenger hunt around NYC with the Ladies and Gilded Age extravaganza in Newport with The Gents.

We laughed about old times. I got a little toasted from the cocktails as I got roasted about my past misadventures. Remarkably, one thing that came up BOTH weekends was my past love of marshmallow fluff. Jerome the Tiki Gnome and his bevy of Ladies gifted me a jar of Fluff in front of my old Lower East Side apartment. (There always was a jar of fluff in that place.) The Gents used to hope for an “Empty Calorie Fabulous” wedding theme.

What can I say? I wasn’t born a health coach. My transition has been a work-in-process. It still continues to evolve.