I love working from home and setting my own hours. Though the line between work and leisure has been blurred even more than it was before. I ain't complaining though. Sausalito sure is a gorgeous place to work from. I love sitting out on my deck or perching on my exercise ball with a thin slice of scenery (mountains, marina, houseboats and shimmering water. with an occasional seaplane taking off) before me as I tappety-type away.
I've been working hard to get back into shape. I was working so hard in my previous position that I gained 15 lbs through poor diet and poorer exercise. I've lost 5 but I've got the stubborn 10 left to go. I've been working with a trainer, Jeff, who's fabulously gay and proud. I like it best when he puts Madonna or Janet on the iPod and we talk hollywood gossip or boyfriends. So far it feels good and someone actually noticed a difference in my waist.
I've been a little stressed out since coming out of the closet as a political blogger so there's been a bit more chocolate than usual. So feeling a bit toxic, I created an ayurvedic fast for myself after checking with my friend Ben. I've been eating nothing but kitchari and veggies -- no fruits. Well I had a few slices of apple from my friend's tart at this lovely french cafe I highly recommend in the Presidio called La Terrasse. My friend and dining companion Laomi found the name "Yogaville" and actually the concept of an ayurvedic diet hilarious. Very un-Californian of her. She kept giggling and asking if sorbet was ayurvedic. (I don't think so - too tart). Laomi talked me into taking a few apple slices from her tarte so as not to dessert alone.
Whenever I feel hungry, I just eat kitchari or veggies or both. I cooked up a big pot of greens too. I had 2 tomatoes with salt, pepper, white balsamic vinegar and lemon olive oil from sonoma out on the deck with a little basil for lunch with some edamame for fun. I planted some lettuce seeds after leaving FH and they are coming up nicely. So pretty! There's nothing like eating your own home-grown vegetables. I guess it's the blood of too many farmers in me. I'd love to grow some tomatoes too though I'm not sure how that works in this climate!
Kitchari is supposed to be soothing and nutritious for the mind, spirit and body. I remember this style of eating well from Yogaville. I've never felt better than my brief time at Yogaville. I'd love to go back and maybe take more friends and family.
Anyway, this is day 2 of the fast. I might start to transition back in some other food on Mon. In other news, I'm still having a lot of fun these days. I met a great guy at Crushpad on Thurs night at a Gary Vaynerchuk event. Gary and I have lunched together and it was great to see him in rare form. He's the coolest.
Anyway, great guy and I have a lot in common as it turns out. Very
similar backgrounds, flamboyant personalities, love writing with a
taste for adventure. He's a true bon vivant. As has been the rule with
most of the guys asking me out here in SF, he's actually a bit older.
Not a pretty boy but not hard on the eyes either. He's invited me to
grab a glass of wine at Yield before I head out to Austin TX later this
week for Netroots Nation where I'm on some panels. We'll see. He makes me laugh unlike my previous boyfriend here who was sweet, cute and kind but masking quite a bit of unhappiness, not over his recent ex and seeming to liven up only when other people were around.
Business is good, life is good. I didn't make it to the beach today but it's been lovely to cozy up at home with my new iPhone and twiddle with it. I've also been doing a lot of thinking about marriage -- since 2 different psychics who don't know each other have contra-indicated it for me in the short term, the pressure's off. So the question I have is: why marry? I'm quite happy as I am. Though quite a few of my friends have married and reproduced and most seem better for it. So I ask you, dear reader. What are the benefits and advantages of marriage or should one stay happily single? My great-aunt Arnetta never married and died just after her last beau passed away (I believe it's improper to call anyone a boyfriend over the age of 60) at age 87. I remember Arnetta well. When last we spoke she was still a classic beauty even well into her 80s. We were in my grandmother's parlor talking about her life in the 1940s and going for Chinese food after cabaret dancing with Army boys and college boys. Good times.
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