﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd"><channel><docs>http://www.rssboard.org/rss-specification</docs><title>livWhole Blog</title><atom:link href="http://www.livwhole.com/Rss.aspx?ContentID=607138" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" /><itunes:author>www.livwhole.com</itunes:author><itunes:owner><itunes:name>Jennifer Galardi</itunes:name></itunes:owner><link>http://www.livwhole.com</link><pubDate>Sun, 26 May 2013 07:17:11 GMT</pubDate><description>livWhole Blog</description><lastBuildDate>Sun, 31 Mar 2013 21:56:57 GMT</lastBuildDate><item><title>I Call BULLSH*T</title><link>http://www.livwhole.com/i-call-bullsht1</link><pubDate>Fri, 29 Mar 2013 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate><itunes:author>Jennifer Galardi</itunes:author><dc:creator>Jennifer Galardi</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p>A dear friend and fellow yogi, Ben McLellan recently posted this comment on his Facebook page: <em>This is astonishing to me.....we will take a drug that may cause internal bleeding, stroke, heart attack, and possibly death to sleep better. We won't practice yoga, chi gong, or tai chi because we don't have time, it's too expensive, or it's weird. Dumb is an understatement.<br />
</em>I share these sentiments and have become increasingly frustrated with the excuses people give that prevent them from embarking on a routine that will lead to greater health, healing and ultimately, happiness. Despite my sincerest efforts to be patient and accept that everyone is on their own unique path, so often I have the desire to call out “Bullshit!” in the middle of a sentence. Not exactly polite, I know. &nbsp;<br />
I think what pisses me off most is the lack of personal responsibility. (I'm obviously pretty fired up on this topic lately. Just ask some of my poor friends who have to listen to me.) If I had a quarter for the number of times I have heard the words “CAN’T” and “DON’T”, I wouldn't be writing my own blogs anymore (Just kidding! I'll always write my own stuff. Promise. )<br />
“I CAN’T meditate. I CAN’T turn off my brain”. To which I’ll retort, “Who the fuck can?”<br />
Or “I DON’T have the time.” Oh please. I know how much time I spend on Facebook. And I still manage to do a meditation practice.<br />
Or my favorite “I CAN’T do yoga. I’m not flexible.” <br />
AGHHHHH. Please. Just. Stop.<br />
Be honest. With me. With yourself. We all have nothing but time. It’s up to you how you spend it. And where you spend it. I am FINE if you don’t WANT to do yoga, Tai Chi, meditate, lift weights or eat broccoli. That is your prerogative.<br />
ABSOLUTELY, without a doubt, it is challenging to make these practices a habit. They require more effort, more work and more discipline. However, they also ultimately make you a healthier, happier, more productive, balanced and evolved human being. Ask the thousands of people who do such things. But please, stop with the excuses. You have choices. Take responsibility for those you continue to make, and realize you’re life is what it is today because of them. As Jean Paul Sarte so simply states: “You are your choices.”<br />
Choose wisely. And stop telling me you ‘can’t’.</p>
<p><em>For a list of some of the most hysterical excuses some of my trainer friends have gotten, please read this. If you recognize yourself, you’ve been publically outed! http://espn.go.com/espnw/athletes-life/9104429/espnwtrainers-share-worst-excuses-national-athletic-training-month</em></p>
<br />]]></description><guid>http://www.livwhole.com/i-call-bullsht1</guid></item><item><title>Shit Yoga Teachers Say (And Shit I Wish They Would!)</title><link>http://www.livwhole.com/shit-yoga-teachers-say-and-shitwhile-i-havent-taken-many-yoga-clas-i-wish-they-would1</link><pubDate>Sun, 10 Mar 2013 06:00:00 GMT</pubDate><itunes:author>Jennifer Galardi</itunes:author><dc:creator>Jennifer Galardi</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p>While I haven’t taken many yoga classes in the past year, preferring to stay at home to cultivate a personal practice, I recently have returned to the group setting in my new hometown to get to know the community. Classes are the first place I’ll go to meet like-minded people when I land on unfamiliar territory. But it reminds me of why I often stay home.<br />
The routine is the same. I begin by checking out some studios online and then look for instructors I think I may enjoy based on class descriptions and bios. Words such as ‘uplifting’, ‘intelligent flow,’ and ‘leaving students feeling centered and blissful’ often make their way into the picture. ‘All levels welcome’ is one I tend to see a lot as well.<br />
However, what I typically experience is a rote reproduction of a vinyasa class with too many chattarangas for my taste and no clear purpose or aim. It seems like the latest generation of teachers are all reading from the same script. Yes, some have different jokes and others are slightly more entertaining, but rarely have I experienced a true ‘sattvic’ state at the end of the journey. Light. Clear. Steady and balanced.<br />
The intention of this blog is not to blast every teacher I’ve come across nor to criticize every class I’ve taken. Because truth of the matter is there are a lot of good teachers out there.<br />
However, it does seem like we are pumping out yoga teachers like BigMacs. It seems to have become the ‘job du jour’ as more and more people begin to dip their toes in the waters of yoga, creating an ocean of demand. Get laid off? Become a yoga teacher. Looking to balance your 9-5 job? Start teaching yoga on the side. Bored? Eh, may as well sign up for a 200 hour RYT.<br />
And just like fast food, quality declines as mass production increases.<br />
I’m all for learning the traditions, the ancient teachings, the intricate, detailed and sacred practices of an entire yoga system to help more people find joy and happiness in their lives. However, it seems like little more is being taught than where to put your foot in Warrior I and how to perform Ujjayi, if that.&nbsp;<br />
There are a couple of oft-repeated directions I hear to which I say “Huh?” Here are some my favorites.</p>
<p>1. “Lift your head/chin” or its stepsister “Look up”. I don’t have an issue with taking your gaze to the hands or in the ‘upward direction.’ However, most students interpret this into cranking their head back until their chin is in the vertical position, slightly resembling the unnatural range of motion of a Muppet. Unfortunately, this does not improve your backbend or get you any closer to divine spirit.<br />
2. “Today we’re going to focus on ‘heart openers’”. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but no amount of arching your back or pushing your ribcage out while scrunching your shoulders into your ears is going to help you feel ‘more love.’ Backbends, when practiced properly are wonderful to move energy in an upward direction, however, it is through thoughtful application of the breath that we begin to see shifts in our actual mind and emotional states. The best way to ‘open your heart’? Meditation and surrender. Take your practice off the mat and into your daily life.&nbsp;<br />
3. I’ve witnessed many teachers tell students their breath should sound like ‘Darth Vader’ or ‘be audible to your fellow yogis’. Ummmmm, no thank you. I for one don’t want to hear your Star Wars like breathing. From "Krishnamacharya: His Life and Teachings" “To regulate the breath during the practice of asanas, the technique of ujjayi breathing is important. In ujjayi breathing you constrict your vocal cords slightly as you breathe so that you can feel the air as it flows past. A slight hissing sound often results—the more you constrict your throat and force your breath, the louder the sound. Conversely, the more finely you control your breath, the softer the sound. The goal is not to create a lot of sound but rather less sound. With practice and greater control, you should be able to breathe slowly and very smoothly. Then the sound will diminish and you can direct your attention to a more subtle indicator: the internal sensation of your breath flowing. Krishnamacharya used to give the standard instruction, ‘Feel rubbing sensation in throat.’” (PS: Thanks for posting this Ben! A perfect quote to support my point.)<br />
4. “Take a deep inhale in . . . and now SIIIIGGGHHHH out the mouth.” I’ll admit, this used to be me. I would love to make indescribable sounds during class and feel as if it was some huge release. Now, the symphonic collection of “ohhhhhhsssss” and “aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhs” drives me nuts. The concept of releasing all that energy seems counterintuitive to one of the primary goals of yoga, at least in the Tantric tradition: to contain and concentrate prana (energy) and direct it for a desired energetic effect. I understand the aim is to encourage students to release and ‘let go’, but there are so many other intelligent techniques a teacher can utilize to achieve this end. Let’s start using them.</p>
<p>Conversely, much of my frustration comes from what teachers AREN’T teaching in their classes. Here are just a few:</p>
<p>1. How to breathe. Yes, often instructors will speak of the importance of the breath at the onset of class but never revisit the concept as students gasp, grunt and “Aggghh” in their attempts to get their leg higher or their face to their knees. &nbsp;I hate to repeat what's been said so many times, but without the breath, it's not yoga. It's a stretch class.&nbsp;<br />
2. Often, when I read teachers’ bios, everyone seems to have studied with world renowned teachers and highly respected gurus. Yet, why are they not teaching to what I assume they’ve learned . . . The subtle body, the energetic body? Why aren't we giving students the space and time to sit in stillness after asanas (and not just savasana) to tune into the presence and feeling of energy shifts? And consequently, the results that ensue from a very predetermined, directed sequence of asanas? How the poses influence not only our body, but our minds and emotions. If we continue to gloss over this just because our students want a hot body, we are doing them a great disservice.<br />
3. What I’ve been experiencing lately is a lack of clear direction or aim in classes. I recently attended one where the instructor said, with genuine surprise, “Wow. It seems like this is turning into a backbend practice!” Needless to say I raise an eyebrow (or two since I am not that skilled in the unibrow lift) when there is a lack of clear purpose for a class. You are taking students on a journey. Know the destination.<br />
4. Meditation. Lest we forget the ultimate destination of our practice. To prepare us for meditation. So that we may sit, comfortably, our spine a clear channel of energy. If our teachers are not bringing us to a place of more ease, freedom and joy in our day to day lives, it seems that our efforts are not nearly as effective as they can and should be.</p>
<p>I hear words my teacher has reiterated over and over on a daily basis: “If it’s not changing your life, it’s not yoga.” Yoga is a powerful tool. Let’s start treating it as such.</p>]]></description><guid>http://www.livwhole.com/shit-yoga-teachers-say-and-shitwhile-i-havent-taken-many-yoga-clas-i-wish-they-would1</guid></item><item><title>Bring the Heat</title><link>http://www.livwhole.com/bring-the-heat</link><pubDate>Thu, 29 Nov 2012 06:00:00 GMT</pubDate><itunes:author>Jennifer Galardi</itunes:author><dc:creator>Jennifer Galardi</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p>This blog was inspired by a student I had in class the other day who said to me, as I was adjusting her in a pose: “I do better with Vinyasa, not these long holds.” (I took the liberty to paraphrase a bit, but you get the idea.) That’s code for: I don’t like this because I’m not comfortable here. She opened Pandora’s box. The same sentiment seemed to be present itself EVERYWHERE. In my other classes, watching people on the subway, walking down the street. It was all around. How do we avoid discomfort? How can I get away with doing this exercise/job/LIFE with as little aches and uneasiness as possible?</p>
<p>I bore witness to this phenomenon again in my Barre Burn class later that evening. It was clear to me these ladies (Ahem gentlemen . . . if you ever go to the gym to meet women, you’re in the wrong class!) had gotten accustomed to going through the motions. Showing up, knowing what to expect and getting by with the least amount of effort possible. Clearly, there was discomfort (as signaled by the contorted facial expressions and piercing glances in my direction). Moving through movements slowly, activating your muscles rather than relying on momentum will do that to you. (Which, I will argue, is why the women in my earlier yoga class does much better with ‘Vinyasa’). I somewhat attribute this to the role of teachers more and more often not TEACHING but directing. But that’s a whole other blog.</p>
<p>It’s important here to make distinguish between pain and discomfort. Was I in pain when my teacher first took me in and out of chair pose what seemed like 50 times? No. I didn’t require an ambulance or paramedic. But you can bet your ass it was uncomfortable. More than uncomfortable. I wanted to scream all sorts of expletives at him and shout “I hate you I hate you I hate you! Are you crazy!?!?” No. He wasn’t. I was simply going through something I had not experienced before. That would be fire. In my back, in my thighs, everywhere. I would later come to understand this sensation, this burning intense heat, as the fire of transformation. And it’s necessary for change. Whether you are looking to merely change your body or your looking to change your life. FIRE is necessary. It is the element of change. How do you change the inherent properties of matter? Water won’t do it. Neither will wind. Fire does. And I’m not referring to the comfy cozy heat you experience from a fireplace in the middle of winter with a cup of hot cocoa. Typically, I envision more of a devil (although I don't believe in the actual existence of one, just to be clear), too much Icy Hot down your pants, kind of heat.</p>
<p>Why do you think meditation is so difficult for people? Most of us are used to being pulled along by the current, from dawn til dusk and long after, kept awake by the buzz of televisions, iPhones, video games, etc. We do everything to distract ourselves from feeling any sort of discomfort whether it be physical, emotional or mental. I’ve often stepped in to teach a ‘Vinyasa’ class and directed students to stand, close their eyes and simply feel the effects of whatever pose asana, flow, etc. we just completed. You wouldn’t believe the amount of fidgeting. People are looking around the room, playing with their nails. . . . I’ve even seen people pick up their phones during this moment of rest. If you can’t sit still, close your eyes, look inside, and FEEL for 15 seconds, I’m telling you. There’s a problem.</p>
<p>Which is why, in my opinion many of these popular ‘Vinyasa’ are actually directing students further away from one of the main goals of yoga --- change. I don’t want to make a sweeping statement that all Vinyasa classes are this way. I’ve been to some wonderful ones that are very mindful. But many can be just as distracting as the buzz of the phone or the mind numbing frivolity of Keeping Up With the Kardashians (Although, I will admit, I’ve succumbed to more than one episode of mind numbing.)</p>
<p>Don’t get me wrong . . . there are definitely circumstances when what feels good and easy is SO right. A massage. A good pedicure. A restorative yoga class. Sun on your face. A margarita. (That is purely circumstantial actually, but often times, it's both so good and so right! ) But as we well know, often times, we slip into what feels good because it’s easier than facing what may be a huge challenge and bring us to a VERY UNCOMFORTABLE place.</p>
<p>Anything worth attaining, whether it be a tight tush or spiritual enlightenment, requires change. And change is again, typically, not comfortable. In fact, it may involve a whole lot of heat. But, as alchemy teaches, what’s on the other side of that heat could be liquid gold.</p>]]></description><guid>http://www.livwhole.com/bring-the-heat</guid></item><item><title>Speak Up</title><link>http://www.livwhole.com/stand-up</link><pubDate>Tue, 06 Nov 2012 06:00:00 GMT</pubDate><itunes:author>Jennifer Galardi</itunes:author><dc:creator>Jennifer Galardi</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p>For years I’ve feared asking for what I want or speaking up for fear of hurting someone’s feelings or offending someone. Never is this more true than when I am receiving a haircut, massage, mani/pedi, etc. Too many times I’ve left a massage feeling like I needed a massage. Or silently nodding left speechless with wide eyes when asked “Do you like it?”, walking out of a salon looking like Dorothy Hamil.<br />
Lately, there’s been a shift. I’d like to think it’s a result of a more dedicated yoga and meditation practice over the past year that has helped me cultivate more confidence and a stronger sense of self. I don’t seem to take things so personally, and conversely, I speak my mind when I have something to say. This may not seem like a huge deal. Many people have NO PROBLEM speaking their mind. But I’d venture to bet there are quite a few of us, even as mature adults, who do. We don’t want to rock the boat. We want people to like us. We fear we’ll be considered ‘bitches’. And our fears override our desire to leave with a fantastic haircut.<br />
Recently, my brother sent me an email criticizing a comment I had made on Twitter. Five years ago (hell, who am I kidding? ONE year ago, probably) his words would have sent me reeling, old hurts rearing their ugly head. The 10-year old scolded little sister would assert herself and the tears would flow. And his words would have echoed in my head for days if not weeks. While I initially felt a slight sting, I closed my eyes for a moment, then re-opened them to read the email with clear eyes as opposed to the eyes of that “little sister.” And I understand why he sent it. It had nothing to do with me. I responded, but didn’t react, asserting my position. The only apology I made was for the way it made him feel.<br />
The other day, I popped into an unknown nail salon for a manicure. When the gentleman began to hack away at my cuticles, I politely asked him to not cut so much. But he continued to trim them to a point I considered excessive. So I repeated my request. As you ladies may know, sometimes meaning gets lost in translation at nail salons. (I’m glad they don’t speak to each other in English. No doubt their comments would ensure I’d never go back.) Three time’s a charm apparently, and another nail technician replaced him. And I was fine with that. I’m sure he was a very nice man. But I left there with my nails perfectly painted and just as I wanted them.<br />
Again, this may not seem like a huge milestone. But for me, it was a hurdle I haven’t been able to clear. Normally, I would have left the place with bloody cuticles.<br />
And, feeling the effects of one too many hair whips in dance class, I decided to go to one of the Thai massage joints that litter Ventura Boulevard. Normally, I am very particular about who I go to for body treatments, however, I needed relief, stat. And I knew some of these Thai ladies are no joke. Unfortunately, my therapist was not one of them. For 15 minutes, I was more uncomfortable then when I first lay down. I played it out in my head . . . “Give her another 10 minutes. Maybe she’s just warming up. It could get better.” And “I can’t say anything, I’m already 15 minutes in.” Then I realized - if I go through with the massage, I can’t refuse to pay for dissatisfaction if I didn’t speak up. And then I’d be pissed for throwing money down the drain, feeling no relief and more agitated than when I arrived. At that instant, I stopped her and politely said, “I’m sorry. I think I need someone stronger.”<br />
And in came Nami. Hallelujah. This woman squeezed and kneaded every part of my body that screamed for relief. I could relax and enjoy. I left feeling happily exhausted and appropriately beaten.<br />
Mind you, speaking my mind still doesn’t come easily. I often have to stop myself and ask if by failing to express what I’m thinking, what or who am I really saving? Someone’s feelings? My happiness? My truth? But by taking pause, and asking myself these questions, no matter what the answer, I find I’m more authentic in every moment.</p>
<p>Good Thai massage? $50. Speaking my mind? Priceless.</p>]]></description><guid>http://www.livwhole.com/stand-up</guid></item><item><title>Me and My Hamstrings</title><link>http://www.livwhole.com/me-and-my-hamstrings</link><pubDate>Mon, 15 Oct 2012 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate><itunes:author>Jennifer Galardi</itunes:author><dc:creator>Jennifer Galardi</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p>We’ve always had a somewhat tumultuous relationship, the backs of my legs and myself. While I am grateful they are there and still working, they’ve plagued me with pain, discomfort and imbalance for as long as I can remember. My first concrete memory of tears and injury is from high school, when I kicked too high with my left leg during an overzealous cheer for our varsity basketball team. (Go Comets!) Years of dance and tennis only exacerbated the issue and, being an active and invincible teenager, I didn't realized the damage I was doing would come back to haunt me. I had more energy than the Energizer bunny--- and that was <em>before</em> I was introduced to lattes.<br />
I’ve always envied the dancers and yogis that could either get their leg up to their ear or place their face comfortably on their shins. And seemingly, without much effort. Their backs were perfectly straight, no rounding or crunching in the spine just to achieve the desired outcome. It wasn’t just the end result, it was the beauty with which they got there. I felt like a big elephant, prodding along, fighting for every centimeter.<br />
The more my yoga practice has developed, the more I’ve been ok with looking less like a Cirque du Soleil performer. I was strong and graceful and found ease where others struggled. As I began to accept and love my body for what it <em>could</em> do, I began to more completely embrace the concept that every body is different and has encountered different challenges along the way. Which has also made me a more compassionate teacher.&nbsp;<br />
Yet something has always nagged at my consciousness. While I know that years of athletics and dance have contributed to accumulated scar tissue and adhesions in and around the insertion points of my hamstrings on both legs, something in me feels like these pains and limitations are a result of something much deeper. A deep seeded pattern. A tightly woven belief system buried in my physical body. Something I couldn’t see.<br />
Something that seems to be coming to the surface.<br />
It was a week ago. I was already having a trying day. To put it bluntly, I felt like crap, my body, disconnected. While my body was giving me all the signs to ‘take a break’ for some reason I was being drawn to a particular Vinyasa class with a teacher who I heard was a ‘must take’. I was hopeful this was exactly the thing that would<img alt="" src="http://www.livwhole.com/Websites/livwhole/images/parsvottanasana.jpg" style="float: right;" /> make me feel better, at least for the evening until I could drift to sleep and put the whole day behind me.<br />
Cut to about 15 minutes into the practice in the first variation of Parsvottanasana. For those of you unfamiliar with the pose, it can be a slow assassination on the hamstrings if they are weak or injured. A deep forward fold that requires not only flexibility in the hamstrings, but quite a bit of strength if you’re aiming to look like a Yoga Journal cover. I’m not. I just want to get through it without crying. As I mentioned above, however, I had come to terms with my limitations and accepted them, knowing most of my life I would use blocks to support myself in this pose. Wrong.<br />
As we moved into the pose, my issues came screaming at me with an intense sort of fire.<br />
The instructor was yelling his directives over and over and OVER again. So many I can’t even recall what he was saying. Or screaming, rather. It was like receiving in email message IN ALL CAPS!!!!<br />
One instruction I do remember him SHOUTING was ‘BE HERE NOW!’ To which I replied, in my best LOUD internal voice, “Oh F YOU!!! I’m HERE!!!!”<br />
And then came something much more revealing as the snot came dripping down, tears hot against my cheeks. It was the little 10 or 11 year old girl in me shouting back. “STOP IT!!! STOP YELLING AT ME! SHUT UP! STOP! STOP BERATING ME! I’M NOT A FUCKING CHILD ANYMORE!!! You can’t yell at me like this.” And there it was. Again and again this scolded child keeps rearing it’s ugly head, strangling me, even at 38. Even as I type this, the emotions are there. The anger.<br />
I tried to build a fire right then and there to burn this child. The one that always feels she has something to prove. I tried to banish it with “You’re no longer welcome here.” And fight it off with encouraging words such as “I am so much stronger than you”. And while I know I was in some way destined to face Mr. Shouty Pants (seriously, this was the most aggressive teacher, maybe person, I have ever experienced) for a reason I also knew I had a choice, whereas the 10 year old in me didn’t. I could choose to walk away. To not listen to the constant yelling. So while I was grateful for this teacher who was pushing my buttons and my hamstrings, I also realized I could choose not to listen to him. Some people may enjoy an aggressive, stern disciplinarian like Mr. Shouty Pants. Not me. I’ve had enough of that and I’m done. SO done. I had that kind of stern discipline for the first 18 years of my life and it’s stuck with me ever since. While it served me well at certain points of my journey, our time is through. I need more love, more acceptance. More nuturing and kindness. And, in order to heal, I need to be receptive instead of pushing my way through things.<br />
And although I wanted to slap him in the moment, I am extremely grateful to Mr. Shouty Pants for the learning opportunity. It brought to light the wounds, emotional and physical, that are still there. The darkness that still seems to be holding me back with insecurity and false beliefs. But now I see these demons so clearly for what they are. I am aware. And every single day it is my job to shed more light on them so hopefully, their shadows will no longer cover the light within. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll one day be able to touch my face to my shins.</p>
<br />]]></description><guid>http://www.livwhole.com/me-and-my-hamstrings</guid></item><item><title>Knowing When To Say When</title><link>http://www.livwhole.com/knowing-when-to-say-when</link><pubDate>Mon, 17 Sep 2012 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate><itunes:author>Jennifer Galardi</itunes:author><dc:creator>Jennifer Galardi</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<img alt="" src="http://www.livwhole.com/Websites/livwhole/images/supersizecoke.jpg" style="width: 150px; height: 194px; float: right; margin-left: 3px;" />
<p>Moderation. We’ve all heard the saying: “Everything in moderation.” If it were so easy, <a href="http://www.cnn.com/video/?utm_source=feedburner&amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+rss%2Fcnn_health+%28RSS%3A+Health%29#/video/health/2012/09/17/sgmd-bloomberg-soda-ban.cnn" target="_blank">Mayor Bloomberg would&nbsp;not be initiating a ban on soda</a> over the copious amount of 16oz. (Seriously? You need more than 54 grams of sugar in one serving? And people are resisting this. Unbelievable. I’ll have to save my rant for another day. This is not about the soda ban. Although this photo definitely speaks to my point.)<br />
How often have you thought “ I’ll just have a little bite of cookie dough ice cream”? Right. Or “Maybe just TWO chips.” Uh-huh. There’s a reason Lay’s had an advertising campaign challenging people to “East Just One.” It’s friggin impossible.<br />
We are a nation of excess. In everything. Food. Money. Things. We want it all and we want more of it.<br />
It seems to be human nature. More and more I see people around me (and truthfully, I may not be an exception) exercising to excess. And Lord knows, all you have to do is walk by a Chili's or Cheesecake Factory to see that people are definitely eating in excess. I often write and speak about trying to find balance. So I decided to put together some tips to help you maintain portion control when eating without being neurotic and weighing your food. (Whoever came up with that idea should be hurt. Seriously? Isn’t it bad enough we weigh ourselves? We’re really going to weigh our food too?)<br />
Some tips are very practical and easily to initiate. Others will require a little more mindfulness and ask you to slow down a bit. All require discipline.</p>
<p><img alt="" src="http://www.livwhole.com/Websites/livwhole/images/IMG_0265.jpg" style="width: 126px; height: 168px; margin-bottom: 0px; float: left; margin-right: 3px;" /><em>Practical Tips:<br />
</em>1. Eat from a smaller, appetizer sized plate rather than a typical dinner size plate. This will keep your plate ‘full’ and prevent you from feeling like your portions are too small.<br />
2. When eating ice cream or other frozen treat, before it gets TOO soft (I find when it’s that nice, soft and creamy texture I’ll just sit with the carton and scoop around the edges until – SURPRISE! – there are no more edges!) scoop out a small portion into a white wine glass or highball glass (just like wine, no need to fill the glass!) and then, for God’s sake, put the carton back in the freezer! It’s a pretty presentation and when you’re done, you’re done.<br />
3. This one is more for single people (Can I get a “Woo-Hoo?!?!”) for making meals for a couple of people, or for those of you who cook in bulk. Once you’re done making the dish, place it in a leftover container right away. Then scoop out the portion you want and place the rest in fridge for another time. You’re less likely to keep going back to the pot for seconds, thirds, etc. when it’s already packed up and put away.<br />
4. Put a slice of ginger on your tongue and suck. It's a wonderful digestive aid and anti bacterial agent. Meaning it will put that Altoid to shame.&nbsp;<br />
5. Brush your teeth. This is the oldest trick in the book. And it works. It signals the meal is over. Kaput. Finished. No one wants to have another helping of creamed spinach or a donut after a mouthful of mint. Blech.<br />
6. Refuse to dine out with friends or significant others&nbsp;if they don’t like to share.&nbsp;(Unless it's a first date of course. If they make it to a second, you can lay down the law so they know what to expect in the future.) &nbsp;Often, my friends and I will each order an appetizer (usually a salad or veggie based dish) and split an entrée we both like. We get a little of everything and end up completely satisfied. You may need to reconsider with whom you keep company if they refuse.&nbsp;<br />
7. Plan dessert. You heard me. Know at the end of the meal you'll have a piece of dark chocolate, a small scoop of ice cream (see tip #2), tea or some other little morsel of heaven you'll look forward to. And when you are done with your sweet thing, that meal is OFFICIALLY OVER. Never to be heard from again.<br />
8. Outta sight, outta mind. Meaning if you really have no self control with a particular food (Terra Chips anyone?!?), keep it out of the house. Maybe twice a year indulgences are o.k. but if you truly feel as if none of the tips above (or below) will help you resist the urge of consuming all 6 servings in one sitting, simply stay away. &nbsp;</p>
<p>Mindful Tips:<br />
1. Take a moment before you dive in to close your eyes and offer gratitude for the plate in front of you. It doesn’t need to be a formal ‘grace’, but it’s nice to remember how blessed we are to have food on our table. Plus, this can be done anywhere (at a friend’s home, at a restaurant, etc.) without too much of a fuss.<br />
2. Put your fork down in between bites.<br />
3. Invite a friend over. (Again for us ‘Woo-Hoo!’ single people) I find my meals are much more enjoyable when I<img alt="" src="http://www.livwhole.com/Websites/livwhole/images/IMG_0903.JPG" style="width: 175px; height: 176px; float: right; margin-left: 3px;" longdesc="My dear friend, and ultimate meal (and carrot cake!) sharer." /> have someone with whom I can share them. Good conversation and laughter keeps you relaxed and helps you digest your food. You’re not just eating to get it over with. It’s more about the pleasurable experience of sharing and less about what you are eating. (See photo to right. My friend and ULTIMATE meal---and carrot cake---sharer! She's the best!)<br />
4. Many people recommend having no distractions when you eat to keep your thoughts on what you’re doing, but if you do eat alone a lot, this can be quite frankly, BORING. I like to read a magazine (nothing too heavy!) or flip through catalogs that have stacked up on my entry bookshelf. It’s a nice time for imagination, inspiration, etc. And I also use it to help me with tip #2. It’s hard to flip and concentrate when you’re chewing. So I’ll put my fork down, flip a few pages, and then get back to the task at hand: Enjoying my delectable meal.<br />
5. That being said, I wouldn’t make a habit out of eating with the TV on. Yes, I do it occasionally. (Maybe once or twice a week) but it’s not my routine. More than ever, TV is sensory overload. There’s nothing calming and relaxing about it. I actually find very little that’s enjoyable. And your meal should be enjoyed.<br />
6. Breath. Sounds simple. But how often do you go through your meal holding your breath only to lean back in your chair when you've finally cleared everything off your plate like a Hoover, puff your tummy out and say something to the effect of “Ahhhhhhhhh . . .” as if to let it all go? Let’s not wait til the end of our meal to take some deep breaths. It will calm your nervous system and prevent you from stuffing your face as if it’s the last meal you will ever have. For most of us, it won’t be.<br />
7. Plan for something enjoyable after dinner. Give yourself something to look forward to so you don't just hang around filling your time with food. A bubble bath. A movie you've been wanting to see. A nice walk. Trolling iTunes for new music (one of my personal faces) or get in bed early with a good book and some tea.&nbsp;</p>
<p>Probably the most logical tip I can offer actually has to do with WHAT you eat. Eat REAL FOOD. Rarely do you see people walking around with an 8 pound bag of spinach or eating 15 carrots in one sitting. Processed foods are addictive and the only things that come in portions large enough to feed an army.&nbsp;When you tune in, listen to your body and feed it with nutrient dense foods, your cravings for offerings that come in Super Size will diminish.&nbsp;<br />
The only thing you should be drinking in a 32 oz BIG GULP is water.&nbsp;</p>]]></description><guid>http://www.livwhole.com/knowing-when-to-say-when</guid></item><item><title>Coffee Killer Makeover!</title><link>http://www.livwhole.com/coffee-killer-makeover</link><pubDate>Thu, 13 Sep 2012 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate><itunes:author>Jennifer Galardi</itunes:author><dc:creator>Jennifer Galardi</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p>While the calendar says Fall is here, temperatures are still up to 80* here in the Big Apple and I still see people walking around with their mid afternoon pick me ups. As you have probably heard, such frothy tasty concoctions such as the grande mocha caramel whipped frappe something-or-other may as well be a fifth meal. And not a nutritious one.&nbsp;I especially love when the person ordering one of those says something like ‘Umm . . . hold chocolate shavings please.”&nbsp;Really? As if that’s going to salvage this drink from caffeine sugar bomb hell.&nbsp;It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that you’re basically injecting an IV of sugar into your bloodstream. Why do you think it tastes so darn good?<br />
Not to mention, if you saved up all the $$$ you spent on those drinks per year, you’d be looking at a fine pair of Louboutins. Or maybe a plane ticket to Mexico. Lying in the sun. And be able to save those calories for something that’s really worth it. Like a friggin pina colada.<br />
Trust me, I love my coffee treats as much as the next person. (Most who know me are well aware my family is in the coffee business. There was coffee in my bottle before there was milk.) However, there are ways to slim down your favorite java drink, and your wallet at the same time.<br />
Here are two of my favorite recipes that you can easily make at home or in your office.</p>
<p>You’ll need to buy a shot or two of decaf espresso (try it. even decaf will provide a little pick me up) Or, if you must have the crack, try cutting it in ½ and order one regular and one decaf shot. Yes, you’ll be that pain in the ass person in line but join the club. I’m president. It keeps me healthy and that’s more important than worrying that I’m annoying the teenager behind the counter or the suit behind me. You know what annoys me? The idiot standing outside the coffee shop blowing toxic smoke in my face, but I can’t do anything about that can I? I rather be the annoying person ordering the ½ caf or getting quizzical looks from people when I order decaf espresso as if to say “Why bother?” than be that annoying person killing themselves and others with toxic waste.</p>
<p>Better yet, if your office has one of those fancy Nespresso espresso makers, use theirs. Really stick it to the man. Again, saves $ and time. Time which could be well spent sitting outside or online shopping.</p>
<p>So now you have your coffee. Step 2. You’ll need to keep your own milk in the refrigerator if you work from an office. And here’s where you <strong>can really cut down on the sugar</strong>. Most coffee joints will use the sweetened version of non dairy milk like vanilla soy or add their version of McDonald’s special sauce: liquid sugar. I keep unsweetened almond milk in my fridge at all times.</p>
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<p>For a creamy <strong>Iced Vanilla Latte</strong> simply use Vanilla <em>Unsweetened</em> Almond Milk (or soy if you’re a fan, although I&nbsp;would encourage the former), a couple drops of Vanilla Liquid Stevia (my favorite is the <a href="https://nunaturals.com/product/105" target="_blank">NuNaturals</a> brand as it is the purest form of stevia and they don't add any alcohol. they also have an abundance of other flavors! mint anyone?) and my secret weapon, a drop of quality <strong>vanilla extract.</strong> Pour over ice with your espresso, shake it up to get it nice and frothy and voila! Creamy Vanilla&nbsp;treat. You can do the same with different flavored extracts. (Try hazelnut, mint, or even caramel!) The sweetness&nbsp;will come from the stevia (you can also <a href="https://nunaturals.com/product/100" target="_blank">try the plain</a>) and since it’s liquid you don’t have to bother with trying to get that annoying powder to dissolve. It’s a little more expensive than the blue, pink and yellow packets, but my health (and yours gosh darnit!) is worth it. And a little of the liquid goes a LOOOOONG way.</p>
<p>Now if you are really jonesing for that frothy blended whipped up concoction click here to try my <a href="http://www.livwhole.com/Websites/livwhole/images/Recipes/ColdCocoa.doc" target="_blank">Cold Cocoa recipe.</a> If you want to add coffee, try using decaf again, but add some raw cacao nibs which will provide a nice pick me up.</p>
<p>I understand part of the deal with these drinks is the ‘experience of the coffee bar.’ So here’s what to do. Buy yourself one of those cool to go tumblers and make your cheaper, healthier drink in the office. Then go and sit wherever the heck you like. If it’s the ‘getting out of the office’ idea, sit in a park, on a bench, or take a walk with your new favorite coffee beverage. You'll be exercising your right to not fork over your entire paycheck to the 'Evil Empire' as well as your body.&nbsp;</p>
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<br />]]></description><guid>http://www.livwhole.com/coffee-killer-makeover</guid></item><item><title>time for a kick in the ass</title><link>http://www.livwhole.com/time-for-a-kick-in-the-ass</link><pubDate>Wed, 29 Aug 2012 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate><itunes:author>Jennifer Galardi</itunes:author><dc:creator>Jennifer Galardi</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p>so often you hear me talk about how to be kind to yourself. how to take care of yourself. treat yourself. be a good friend to you. mostly because it's something i don't often do and telling you so reminds me to practice what i preach. however, every once and a while, a true friend will give you a swift kick in the ass when you need it. a jump start. a tough love talk. and it's about time i be that kind of friend to myself. <br />
admittedly, i've been, mentally, hard on myself lately. my body is just NOT where it was a year ago and i'm kind of at a loss. i hate that i'm so caught up on it, but i am. there. it's out there. i am trying to get older with grace and acceptance. (WHAT?!??!!! you mean i'm NOT 30 anymore? since WHEN?!?!? Hmph.) but as you have heard me talk about so many times, it's my achilles heel. more often than not, i get caught up in the physical. and quite frankly i'm sick of it. the way i see it, i have two options. one, learn to let it go and see the truth of my beauty and love beyond this body. luckily through yoga, mediation and all i'm learning with my teacher, it really IS becoming clearer that i am so much more than my physical body. thank goodness. but this takes time. and i am definitely more of an 'i want it now' kind of woman. so i've resorted to the things i can affect immediately. discipline myself. i used to be so good at this. too good. then i realized i was definitely too hard on myself, so i eased up. <br />
between you and me, i now feel like a slacker. i've been unmotivated to do much and there is SO much i COULD be doing. my business could/should be thriving. i've been wanting to do more online videos, etc. but you know what's been stopping me? i don't feel like i LOOK good enough to be on camera right now. i'm trying to call myself out on this bullshit. i'm strong. i'm fit. i'm HUMAN for crying out loud, and i'm NOT nor will i ever be Giselle. but it is this constant hang up that holds me back. and i can't wait any longer to get over this crap. again, i will eventually, but it's taking too long. on to option 2: DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT. <br />
so when i say i'm going to clean up my eating and try to get down to the heart of this continuous 'bloat' i seem to be wearing, then having some of <a href="http://magnoliabakery.com/home.php" target="_blank">Magnolia's famous banana pudding</a> before i hit the cardio machines doesn't cut it. i don't care if it was just two bites. (by the way if you've never had it, it truly is life changing. definitely makes my 'last meal' list. and i don't even really like banana pudding) have some will power girl!!!! because every little 'indiscretion' sets me back to square one. and that will continue to happen until nothing happens. zip. zilch. i've said this before too (or something like it) : change is effort. and of course my favorite, the definition of insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result. yes, i have changed a lot in the past year to help me move in the direction i want. but it's not enough anymore. i need to put a little more UMPH behind it. i let go of my disbelief that i have to do cardio for thirty minutes today and i let my friend and A list trainer, <a href="http://jeffhalevy.com" target="_blank">Jeff Halevy</a>, create a workout for me. did i bitch about it? absolutely. i have to admit . . . i even GRUNTED. and i HATE when dudes do that in the gym. he had me on a circuit for 40 minutes. i'm sure he chuckled as i spat out curses his way. i did things i normally never touch . . . kettle bells (still don't love em), push ups (blech), and ropes (just never had the space). but can i tell you how GREAT i feel now? how accomplished? with Jeff's help, i pushed myself out of my comfort zone. and while the workout was great, really, THAT is what it's all about. i came home, and me, the procrastinator of all blogging, sat down and spat this out. i got shit done that i've been postponing for weeks/days/probably months. in addition, i felt my voice more powerful. i emailed a guy i've been seeing and told him exactly what was on my mind instead of trying to be nice and skirt around the issue. one workout and i'm a new person! i had a nice clean post workout smoothie. (plus 3 small squares of dark chocolate! i deserve it. see, i haven't totally gone off the deep end.) and i'm determined to keep mixing things up. and surprising myself. that, along with a healthy dose of (kind) discipline and i believe things will start changing around here. goodbye same old same old. hello shiny new happy, gosh darnit. if the kettlebells don't kill me first.</p>
<br />]]></description><guid>http://www.livwhole.com/time-for-a-kick-in-the-ass</guid></item><item><title>where there's a will</title><link>http://www.livwhole.com/where-theres-a-will</link><pubDate>Fri, 13 Jul 2012 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate><itunes:author>Jennifer Galardi</itunes:author><dc:creator>Jennifer Galardi</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p>You all know the saying. Usually associated with the power to overcome any obstacle and difficulty with force and strength. However, I have come to understand a completely different application of this often used phrase.<br />
Over Memorial Day weekend I sustained a traumatic knee injury that left me, for the most part, immobile. I clearly recall the “POP” sound as I led a bootcamp class in Darien, CT at <a href="http://www.equinox.com" target="_blank">Equinox</a>. More clearly than the sudden sound, I recall my subsequent thought. It went something like this: “Oh Shit.” I knew it was more than just a moment of temporary discomfort and something was wrong. As in, I was going to need surgery wrong. Although I prayed that an ice pack or two would magically restore my knee to good as new and had visions of walking and skipping along soon, I knew in my heart I was in for a long road of recovery. However, my ‘finish what you started at all costs” and tough, “I can handle anything” girl/athlete emerged as I continued to teach and finish out the class. Foolish? Perhaps. But it was a way to ignore not so much the physical hurt, but the emotional hurt. The sadness and frustration I knew would set in all too soon.<br />
Yet, I had things to do, places to be and work to accomplish. I couldn’t let this ‘small injury’ completely sideline me. When I returned to the city later that day, ice pack strapped to my knee, I hobbled through Grand Central to continue home. What would typically be a 5-7 minute walk, turned into a 20 minute adventure. Push through, I told myself. In the words of a famous shoe company, “Just Do It.” It’s not that bad.&nbsp;&nbsp;<img alt="" src="http://www.livwhole.com/Websites/livwhole/images/superwoman.gif" style="width: 250px; height: 195px; float: right; margin-top: 1px; margin-left: 2px;" /><br />
That evening I kept moving, packing my suitcase for a flight out to LA the next morning. While I normally love to travel back to LA, this was one trip that did not excite me. I couldn’t believe I would have to gather not only my physical stuff, but once again, my mental stuff to push on. But push on I did. I just had to get through.<br />
I continued to do a lot of ‘pushing on’ that week, making sure I got the medical attention I needed and completed what I set out to do with discomfort. I cut my trip short to return to NYC and again, do what needed to be done. For over a week, I’ve been hobbling around, making doctor’s appointments and jumping through all the necessary hoops to get this thing “taken care of”.<br />
The whole incident brings to mind a small phrase I’ve heard my teacher <a href="http://www.parayoga.com" target="_blank">Rod Stryker</a> say during one of our meditations. I’ve had it memorized for about a month now <em>“ . . . the indomitable will to do and to become . . .”</em> The knowledge that I have the power to change whatever circumstance I’m in or whatever struggle I encounter is a huge motivator. However, now I had to use my indomitable will to actually DO LESS. I would now need to use my will and drive in a different way than what was normal for me. I would have to literally WILL myself to ask for help.<br />
And ask I did. Checking my ego along with my bag, I requested a wheel chair at the airport. I felt like my grandmother, bag on my lap, leg propped up on one of those thing-a-ma-giggys that pops out from underneath the chair. (Is there a technical term for that? Footrest maybe?) By the way, if you are late to your flight and need to get to your gate ASAP, do a little hopping around and tell ‘em you need a wheelchair! You’ll fly on through! Of course, you’ll have to weigh the pros (the speed with which you’ll get through security) against the cons (a bruised ego), but that’s your call. I much rather sprint to my gate. Great cardio and no one looks at you funny, which made me truly uncomfortable. I could FEEL peoples’ stares of pity and empathy. Why that makes me uncomfortable is a topic for another blog all together.<br />
I’ve asked my dear friend <a href="http://www.joesomodi.com/" target="_blank">Joe Somodi</a> to help me after my surgery (FINALLY scheduled for tomorrow!) to pick me up at the hospital and help care for me over the weekend. It made me so uncomfortable, but, God bless him, he graciously agreed without making it seem I was putting him out or that it would be a huge inconvenience (which I’m sure it is.)<br />
These are just two of the many examples where I’ve piped up for assistance. However, SEVERAL friends, and even strangers, have just ‘shown up’. To Sheri, Karen, Sohpia, Bart and the entire crew at Dragonfly Productions, and those whose names I don’t even know – I can’t express enough gratitude. I am touched by your kindness and care. While I’m at it, to those who have expressed empathy and just sent thoughts, well wishes and love, thank you. I have felt every one of them.<br />
But still, my <em>“indomitable will to do and to become”</em> drives me to get better and heal. Not willing to be completely sidelined, I’ve been finding ways to continue to move my body. (As I mentioned to some friends in an email, I would not be undermined by no stinking knee!) I've begun swimming, dragging my left leg behind me and now wondering why it took a traumatic injury to get me in the water again. I am a Pisces after all. It feels natural. It kicks my ass, but feels natural nonetheless! I am exhausted after a ½ hour in the pool and feel as if I could eat a cow on the days I swim (and often do). And I don’t ache at all after a water workout. It's a win-win.<br />
I’ve also found a way to “squeeze in” some more of my yoga practice during my swim sessions. You see, I am a breathe every three strokes kind of gal. The rhythm and staring at the same line below you at the bottom of the pool can be very meditative. Much like meditation, you become aware of and begin to 'hear' all the chatter in the mind. In an effort to silence the chatter, I began adding in a mantra practice, silently reciting a piece of a mantra every time I exhale under water. I come out of the pool virtually levitating!<br />
I’m still doing my asana practice, albeit, VERY VERY modified. But I can manage certain postures. The attention necessary to not do more harm to my body draws me inward even more than usual and I find it a perfect preparation for my morning meditations. On that note, I’ve also put more time into my meditation practice ensuring it is the one thing that continues. I can’t use the excuse that I’m unable to sit cross-legged. I prop my body up against the wall in bed, place a pillow under my legs and again, realize what it means to be truly comfortable and undistracted by physical discomfort during meditation. I need to help myself more often. And the benefits of my practice have become very evident. While the past two weeks and change have been a nuisance and not the most comfortable of my life, I am still able to find peace and ease amidst the turmoil of my body and my thoughts. Sure, I’ve succumbed to breakdowns on more than one occasion (most recently yesterday&nbsp;at the hospital upon being shuffled from doctor to doctor, unbearable waits, and exaggerated prognoses), but I release, and move on. I don’t feel as stuck and I renew my resolve once again.<br />
I actually relate my injury to pregnancy. While admittedly I have never been pregnant, enough of my friends have, and I’ve heard enough stories where women use pregnancy as an excuse to succumb to every craving, eat whatever they want and let their healthy habits go awry. Yes, it would be easy to sit on my couch, cry and watch back to back episodes of The Bachelorette drowning myself in others’ miseries and drama. (Although, I will fess up to watching this show for the sheer comedy of it all!) This was not an option for me. I am grateful to possess “the indomitable will to do and to become”. Whether that is the will to still move, or the will to graciously accept help, receive and be kind to myself.<br />
I’ve realized that I am not superwoman. Even I am susceptible to injury. I may need help from time to time. I may need to put the brakes on. Or I may need to find another way. What has become absolutely clear to me is that all of these take a certain amount of will, in one direction or another. It is the will to become something different than I am.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;">		</span></p>]]></description><guid>http://www.livwhole.com/where-theres-a-will</guid></item><item><title>The Four Gates</title><link>http://www.livwhole.com/the-four-gates1</link><pubDate>Mon, 28 May 2012 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate><itunes:author>Jennifer Galardi</itunes:author><dc:creator>Jennifer Galardi</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p>I have undergone so much transformation in the past 8 months since meeting my teacher,&nbsp;<a href="http://www.parayoga.com/" target="_blank">Rod Stryker</a>. I can't tell you how much my studies with him and the tradition of Tantra have profoundly transformed not only my yoga practice, but my life. I recently returned from what was probably my favorite and most revelatory trainings thus far with Rod in Aspen.<img alt="" src="http://www.livwhole.com/Websites/livwhole/images/IMG_0283.jpg" style="width: 150px; height: 200px; float: right; margin-left: 2px;" /> Forget the fact that Aspen, CO was a gift to this country directly from God (not to mention the kale salad and Tiger Chai from&nbsp;<a href="http://www.peachscornercafe.com/" target="_blank">Peaches Cafe!</a>). I highly encourage a vacation there at some point in your life. I'm not a huge fan of the cold, so, for me, May was perfect. The weather was exceptional for most of the week and Aspen in spring is a perfect playground for activities other than skiing. Minus the annoying crowds.<br />
As with most of&nbsp;Rod's <a href="http://www.parayoga.com/train" target="_blank">ParaYoga&nbsp;trainings</a>, I found our asana practices and meditations challenging, inspiring and at times, very provocative. However, Rod also reminded me of a practice not unique to his teachings or <a href="http://www.parayoga.com/" target="_blank">ParaYoga</a> : The Four Gates Of Speech. This 'mantra' so to speak, asks you to consider these four things before speaking:<br />
1. Is it truthful?<br />
2. Is it necessary?<br />
3. Is it timely?<br />
4. Is it kind?<br />
While it's said the Four Gates has its origins in Buddhism, the practice has been adopted and preached by many spiritual traditions and practices. The&nbsp;reason is this: Passing through the doors of the Four Gates does not ask us to worship any God, practice any voodoo or participate in any prayer that doesn't agree with our beliefs. It simply asks we be thoughtful and kind individuals,&nbsp;something that transcends religion and benefits all.<br />
While I admittedly haven't taken the Four Gates into account with every spoken word, I have been mindful of its qualifications much more often before opening my mouth since the day Rod mentioned it in our training. And subsequently found myself remaining silent when it doesn't pass at the VERY LEAST, 2 of the 4 prerequisites. (3 on a good day) I seem to catch myself&nbsp;particularly&nbsp;when the "necessary" and "timely" doors are shut.<br />
Much of our speech day to day is frankly, unnecessary. I now notice how much idle chatter goes on around me. And I am not immune to contributing to such chatter. So many of us are uncomfortable with silence and feel every moment needs to be occupied with opinion, thoughts, suggestions and of course, explanations. As I become more confident in my truth and who I am, I find I need to speak less.&nbsp;If we stop ourselves before adding unnecessary commentary to a conversation, it allows the space to listen more. As well as prevents us from saying something we may regret later. Silence is golden. I'm getting used to it. This is not to say every conversation you have has to be deep and thought provoking. Dropping an occasional F bomb may be just what the doctor ordered on a particularly stressful day. However, a couple times a day, before the words leave your mouth, simply consider if they are truly necessary. My guess is you'll be talking a lot less.<br />
The other gate where I frequently take pause is the "timely"one. Yes, your words may speak the truth and they may be necessary, but consider if the person to whom they are directed is ready to hear them. I take particular pause when talking to my students. As a teacher, and as a friend, you may want to consider if someone is ready to hear the truth, no matter how necessary it may be. Yes, someone may need a swift kick in the ass. But not after their spouse just walked out on them after cheating with their best friend.<br />
And to be perfectly honest (since we're being truthful), as much as I like to think I am ALWAYS truthful and would never lie, this is, well, a lie. I find myself doing this often, actually. Keep in mind, a blatant lie such as the one the aforementioned cheater would tell to hide infidelity is not the only untruth there is. How about the small lies we tell ourselves? Any time we are ignoring our own truth, or making decisions that run counter to our authenticity, guess what? We are not being truthful. So be honest. With yourselves. With what you really want. Any time we stay in a relationship that doesn't feel anything less than wonderful? A lie. When we accept a social invitation when all we want and need is a night at home by ourselves to read, write, nurture ourselves? Another lie. The worst untruths are those we tell ourselves.<br />
Finally, a little commentary on the kind factor. Gossiping? Not kind. Telling yourself your fat and worthless? Definitely not kind. (Note to self) Remember, our thoughts are the conversations we are having with ourselves every day. Consider what kind of dialogue you have with yourself. If you wouldn't dare say it to your best friend (or even your worst enemy!), consider stopping that thought and changing it to something more loving and kind.<br />
Your spoken, and unspoken, words have power.</p>
<br />]]></description><guid>http://www.livwhole.com/the-four-gates1</guid></item><item><title>Coming Clean</title><link>http://www.livwhole.com/coming-clean</link><pubDate>Sun, 18 Mar 2012 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate><itunes:author>Jennifer Galardi</itunes:author><dc:creator>Jennifer Galardi</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p>I felt that it's time to come clean with you. And me. Earlier this year, I made a resolution to be completely honest with myself and others and to be authentic. And while it makes me somewhat uncomfortable to share the following pages from my personal journal, when I look back at the pact I made with myself, it is clear to me that I must. I want to let you know that this journey to health and happiness isn't always so happy. Sometimes it downright sucks. So here is the ugly part. Via my brain dump last night . . .&nbsp;</p>
<p>I'm mad. Like, really mad. And I don't know if I'm more angry over the fact that I've gained so much weight and my body is changing or the fact that I'm angry for being mad about it. Yes, it is all- well, quite maddening. And I want it to stop. I really really do. I don't want to wake up tomorrow morning and say, that's it. I'm going on a 'diet' mostly because I've been telling women forever not to live their lives that way--- that everything would be fine if they just lost some weight. And here I am, supposedly this picture of perfect health. Telling myself: "God dammit. Be thinner." Do a cleanse. Get rid of the 'evil' that lives as excess in your body. And if I were my friend right now I'd say, "Jennifer, shut up. You're being ridiculous. You look great. And besides, even if you gained 20 pounds, you'd still be the generous, loving person I love." But for some reason, such text book psychology isn't working on me. No more "little" chocolate chip cookies. No more sweet potato fries. No more ojas drink. No more ghee. I've got to start to find a balance. A balance between living my life and abusing my body. I've got to begin to truly believe that I'm more than my body. That regardless of the business I'm in, it does not define me. Intellectually I know all of this. But I'm struggling. I have, have, have to begin to BELIEVE this in my heart. Or else it's going to be a LONG second half of my life.&nbsp;</p>]]></description><guid>http://www.livwhole.com/coming-clean</guid></item><item><title>Win A FLOWETRY DVD!!!</title><link>http://www.livwhole.com/win-a-flowetry-dvd1</link><pubDate>Tue, 17 Jan 2012 06:00:00 GMT</pubDate><itunes:author>Jennifer Galardi</itunes:author><dc:creator>Jennifer Galardi</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p>GOOD MORNING! This week you have a chance to win my <a href="http://www.livwhole.com/buy" target="_blank">newest DVD,&nbsp;Flowetry</a>! To enter is simple. Just read this little blog,&nbsp;<a href="http://www.livwhole.com/Websites/livwhole/images/CheesyTomDress.docx" target="_blank">try the recipe</a>&nbsp;and give it a name. Here's the story:<br />
Last week I had salad on the brain. (Very unusual given the&nbsp;<a href="http://www.chopra.com/vata" target="_blank">Vata</a>&nbsp;inducing weather here in NYC, but the heart wants what the heart wants!) I had all the goodies I needed, fresh mixed greens, good whole grains (<a href="http://www.eatingwell.com/recipes/cooked_wheat_berries.html" target="_blank">wheatberries</a> to be precise), hearts of palm, and of course, avocado. Then I went to grab one of my favorite dressings,&nbsp;<a href="https://annies.alice.com/products/1276092" target="_blank">Annie's <img alt="" src="http://www.livwhole.com/Websites/livwhole/images/anniesnatural.jpg" style="width: 150px; height: 150px; float: right;" />&nbsp;Natural Woodstock Dressing</a>&nbsp;(if you've had it, you know why I'm kind of in love). I was looking forward to (lightly) pouring the tangy, zippy concoction on my greens. When mixed with the avocado, it creates a creamy dream. Of course, I had about two drops left. As a resourceful (and lazy) chick (who didn't want to go to the store), I said to myself, "Self. You are creative and the kitchen is your domain. Whip this up yourself."<br />
And that's just what I did. I wanted to share it with you all immediately, I really did. However, I just didn't feel right sharing a recipe I called "Cheesy Tomato Dressing". First of all, it's cheesy. Second of all, how UNCREATIVE. That's terrible. It can't go out into the world like that. Especially when it's inspired by something as sassy as "Woodstock" dressing! It was unacceptable to me.<br />
So I'm reaching out to you, my premier test kitchen!&nbsp;<a href="http://www.livwhole.com/Websites/livwhole/images/CheesyTomDress.docx">Please click here to download the recipe</a>.&nbsp;Try it, taste it and then give it a name (please, something other than "Cheesy Tomato Dressing") by&nbsp;sending an email here. We'll select a winner at random to win a copy of my&nbsp;<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pKlHSJU7aYw&amp;list=FLZR0RcNR1YAC9woe2NeqQxA&amp;index=1&amp;feature=plpp_video" target="_blank">new DVD Flowetry</a>&nbsp;and you'll also automatically be signed up for my monthly newsletter with more great recipes (hopefully ones with fun names!) and tips to stay healthy all year long.<br />
Happy salads make happy people! Enjoy and good luck!</p>]]></description><guid>http://www.livwhole.com/win-a-flowetry-dvd1</guid></item><item><title>Changing My Relationship With Change</title><link>http://www.livwhole.com/changing-my-relationship-with-change1</link><pubDate>Wed, 11 Jan 2012 06:00:00 GMT</pubDate><itunes:author>Jennifer Galardi</itunes:author><dc:creator>Jennifer Galardi</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p><em>Note: This was originally written last week, while I was still traveling in Nicaragua. While I've settled back home, I am keeping this in its original tense.&nbsp;</em></p>
<p>After a month of traveling - with the exception of a whopping 48 hours in NYC - I'm read to go home. I usually never say that. I'm usually the one that wants to stay somewhere anywhere other than 'home' (now NYC) and continue traveling. Just the thought of NYC and the cold would, typically, be enough to make me shudder. I never want to go back to the craziness, throwing my already imbalanced 'Vata' more out of balance. But something is different this week. I'm itching to get back and settle down for a while. To stay in one place. A shift has occurred. <br />
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I'm ready to stop running around. And start living my life and creating it. That's hard to do when much of your time is spend moving around just getting from one destination to the other.&nbsp;<img alt="" style="width: 200px; height: 267px; float: right; margin-left: 5px;" src="http://www.livwhole.com/Websites/livwhole/images/morgansrocksunset.jpg" /><br />
Don't get me wrong, I love to travel, have new adventures, see new things and meet new people (See photo. Who wouldn't love this?!?). I don't think that will change and I can't begin to imagine my life without these experiences. This past month alone I have been blessed to begin new friendships that have already supported and filled me up in countless ways (shout out to my <a target="_blank" href="http://www.parayoga.com/">ParaYoga</a> peeps and Kate and Bill!) <br />
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But this week, I've been embracing change. Which may seem contradictory to everything I've just proclaimed. But it's not. Because, now, I'd prefer to embark on change that is more internally directed than externally. Rather than looking to external circumstances to alter my situation and life, I now understand the true transformational power of changing what counts - ME. I feel I can best accomplish my goals, at least for now, by staying put. Building relationships, creating new habits, patterns, and a whole different life for myself. <br />
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Traveling takes time. Heck, I can spend half my day on a subway just getting from here to there in this city, not to mention the time it takes to get to JFK, fly to a foreign country, hop on a bus, get in a car and lord knows what else I've done to chase the 'perfect place'. All of this to and fro diminishes my ability to invest and dedicate my time to the change that really matters and will create the most impact. I have a life and a purpose I need to embrace. I don't want to postpone any longer. <br />
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I know there will be challenges ahead. I will have to stay put when I want to run. This will require dedication to grow, learn and expand . . . and to be uncomfortable. It will take effort and, most importantly, patience. <br />
But I feel ready. Ready to let go of the old habits, patterns and, yes, even people that no longer support my purpose and new goals. I've been preparing myself to do that for a few months now, though. I've been surrounding myself with more like minded people who understand my work and will love me unconditionally. It feels good to know that I am attracting more of that in my life. And it makes me want to stay where I am to cultivate and nurture those relationships, habits and actions that will propel me onward to success and wisdom.&nbsp;<br />
Which for me, is a change. And like the old adage says, the only thing constant, is change.&nbsp;</p>]]></description><guid>http://www.livwhole.com/changing-my-relationship-with-change1</guid></item><item><title>A Holiday Poem!</title><link>http://www.livwhole.com/aholidaypoem</link><pubDate>Tue, 20 Dec 2011 06:00:00 GMT</pubDate><itunes:author>Jennifer Galardi</itunes:author><dc:creator>Jennifer Galardi</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p>Twas a few days before Christmas, sniffling all through the house<br />
No one would come near me, not even a mouse.&nbsp;<br />
My bags were all packed, presents wrapped with much care<br />
And hopes for warm FL weather when I arrived there.<br />
Yet here I lay nestled all snug in my bed<br />
While visions of flu season danced in my head. &nbsp;<br />
Oh no I prayed hard, this just can't be.&nbsp;<br />
Please please, dear Santa, keep the flu FAR from me.&nbsp;<br />
And in my stuffed head, there began a small clatter,&nbsp;<br />
The habits that keep me healthy, really do matter!<br />
I sprang out of bed, covers thrown in a flash,&nbsp;<br />
And into my kitchen to raid my healing stash!<br />
My <strong><a href="http://shop.himalayaninstitute.org/collections/frontpage/products/ceramic-neti-pot-starter-kit" target="_blank">neti pot</a> </strong>filled, and ready to flow,&nbsp;<br />
Nasal passages clear with one final blow!<br />
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,&nbsp;<br />
<strong>Vitamin C, D</strong> and <strong><a href="http://truthaboutprobiotics.com/2008/12/18/probiotics-and-immunity/" target="_blank">probiotics</a></strong> were all here!<br />
My <strong><a href="http://www.vitacost.com/Heel-BHI-FluPlus-Homeopathic-Medication" target="_blank">homeopathic remedies</a></strong> always do the trick<br />
With all of this, there's no way I'll get sick.&nbsp;<br />
More rapid than eagles, the solutions they came,&nbsp;<br />
I'll add teas with all sorts of <a href="http://shop.himalayaninstitute.org/collections/herbal-products" target="_blank"><strong>herbs</strong></a> to my game.<br />
On<strong> ginger</strong>, on <strong>lemon</strong>, on <strong>honey</strong>, lickety split!<br />
<strong>Cinnamon</strong> and <strong>cumin</strong> will always do the trick.&nbsp;<br />
From the tip of my tongue, through the system it goes<br />
I can feel the energy as it more readily flows!<br />
And <strong><a href="http://shop.himalayaninstitute.org/collections/herbal-products/products/himalayan-triphala-oil" target="_blank">Triphala Oil</a></strong>, applied just after bath<br />
You keep my VATA at bay so I stay on my path. &nbsp;<br />
My <a href="http://www.airoswiss.net/info/ultrasonics/7135.aspx" target="_blank"><strong>humidifier</strong></a> runs all through the night,&nbsp;<br />
To battle the dry and fight the good fight!<br />
<strong><a href="http://www.livwhole.com/Websites/livwhole/images/morning_warmth.doc" target="_blank">Warm home cooked foods</a></strong> will heal me inside, out&nbsp;<br />
And soon a huge smile will replace this poor pout.&nbsp;<br />
For this is the season to be merry and jolly.&nbsp;<br />
Spread lots of love and dance under the holly.&nbsp;<br />
And speaking of <strong><a href="http://www.livwhole.com/buy" target="_blank">dance</a></strong>, I have to remember to move.<br />
Just enough to get the juices flowing, to keep me in my groove.&nbsp;<br />
A <strong>walk</strong> in the park, by the lake, at the beach<br />
Are good enough to keep health all within reach.&nbsp;<br />
I'll keep sipping water and the alcohol at bay.&nbsp;<br />
To ensure I'm not feeling groggy all the next day.&nbsp;<br />
I'll get plenty of sleep and take rest when I need,&nbsp;<br />
My body, my temple, is what I will heed.&nbsp;<br />
I'm back on my feet and ready to go<br />
It's time to enjoy the holiday, and just take it slow.&nbsp;<br />
So I wish for you just before I take flight,&nbsp;<br />
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LOVE PEACE AND JOY</strong>, and to all a GOOD NIGHT!</p>
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</p>]]></description><guid>http://www.livwhole.com/aholidaypoem</guid></item><item><title>Quinoa Three Way</title><link>http://www.livwhole.com/quinoa-three-way</link><pubDate>Mon, 03 Oct 2011 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate><itunes:author>Jennifer Galardi</itunes:author><dc:creator>Jennifer Galardi</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p>Don’t get any odd, kinky ideas. <strong>QUINOA</strong> is actually not a grain but a seed, rich in protein (and a complete protein, I might add, meaning it’s a wonderful alternative for vegans!) typically found in South American countries. The Incans referred to it as “Gold” and consider it a sacred food. (<a href="http://www.whfoods.com/genpage.php?dbid=142&amp;tname=foodspice" target="_blank">To learn more about it’s history and nutritional profileand benefits click here</a>. It's good stuff.)</p>
<p>I’ll spare you all the nitty gritty details because you can google and read it. I am simply sharing how one of my most favorite foods in the world made it its way into every meal I ate today.</p>
<p>Today was probably the first really chilly morning I’ve felt this Fall. While I had some brown rice for breakfast yesterday, that stash was depleted during last night’s dinner, and I was craving something warm that could sustain me for the long morning and afternoon of teaching ahead. Too lazy to go to the store and get some oatmeal (and not wanting to take the time to cook steel cut oats!) I remembered I had some quinoa. 1 cup to be exact. PERFECT. Because quinoa takes less time to <a href="http://www.cookingquinoa.net/how-to-cook-quinoa-perfectly" target="_blank">cook</a> than most hearty grains (appx. 20 minutes) I could put it on the stove and it would be ready by the time I was through with my morning meditation. And by golly, that’s exactly what I did.<br />
While I do enjoy the taste of quinoa on it’s own, it can tend toward bitter (it is actually a relative of leafy vegetables such as Swiss Chard and spinach, which would explain it.) And I like sweet in the morning. Hmmmm. How to jazz it up? Easy breezy. I took a small pat of REAL butter (no low fat, no vegan stuff, the REAL DEAL full fat butter . . . but just a tad) to add some richness. Dropped in some raisins while the quinoa was still piping hot, allowing the steam to soften the raisins. I would have liked some slivered almonds, but the cupboard was bare in the nut category so I sprinkled in some dried coconut shreds. Topped with a touch of REAL maple syrup (READ: NO Aunt Jemima) and a healthy dose of cinnamon. This, today, was heaven.</p>
<p>Cut to this afternoon. Depleted. Tired. And needing something between the afternoon snack of some hummus and carrot/celery sticks and an evening yoga class. I popped into one of my most favorite prepared food markets in the city, “<a href="http://www.dishestogo.com/" target="_blank">Dishes</a>” and picked up some simple grilled veggies. Yellow and green squash, grilled onions (which I’ve been having EVERY DAY for the past three days in abundance to fend off this cold. PS: It worked!) and some grilled carrots. I could eat these all day. Cue QUINOA! Heated a small portion in the microwave and topped it with the warmed grilled veggies and leftover hummus from the snack. Easy. Complete and satisfying.</p>
<p>Off to yoga.</p>
<p>Back from yoga. Hungry. Again. Had a few chips and salsa (courtesy of <a href="http://www.lauriesbuffalogourmet.com/" target="_blank">Laurie’s Buffalo Gourmet</a>. Really digging their Black Bean and Garlic variety. And they’re higher in fiber than most corn chips. Check em out.) while I whipped up the next easy concoction starring, you guessed it . . . QUINOA (this is the third way. In a DAY I may add.) Grilled up some onions (surprise, surprise) in olive oil and added the quinoa giving it a nice toasty crunchy quality. Threw on the leftover grilled veggies to warm them up and then added . . . an EGG! Salt and pepper. Now that I see all of these together, I guess it’s like a better version of stir-fried rice. Only with quinoa. Genius, if I do say so myself. Especially because this dinner can actually be a great breakfast too! Dinner, breakfast, lunch, snack. I’m an equal opportunity quinoa eater.</p>
<p>I’m a happy, full and very satisfied woman. With more left over for breakfast. . .</p>
<p>What’s your favorite way to enjoy this wonderful ‘seed’? Would love for you to share your ideas here!</p>]]></description><guid>http://www.livwhole.com/quinoa-three-way</guid></item><item><title>Quinoa Three Way</title><link>http://www.livwhole.com/quinoa-three-way1</link><pubDate>Mon, 03 Oct 2011 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate><itunes:author>Jennifer Galardi</itunes:author><dc:creator>Jennifer Galardi</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p>Don’t get any odd, kinky ideas. This blog is not food porn. <strong>QUINOA</strong> is actually not a grain but a seed, rich in protein (and a complete protein, I might add, meaning it’s a wonderful alternative for vegans!) typically found in South American countries. The Incans referred to it as “Gold” and consider it a sacred food. (<a href="http://www.whfoods.com/genpage.php?dbid=142&amp;tname=foodspice" target="_blank">To learn more about it’s history and nutritional profileand benefits click here</a>. It's good stuff.)<br />
I’ll spare you all the nitty gritty details because you can Google and read it. I am simply sharing how one of my most favorite foods in the world made its way into every meal I ate today.</p>
<p>Today was probably the first really chilly morning I've felt this Fall. While I had some brown rice for breakfast yesterday, that stash was depleted during last night’s dinner, and I was craving something warm that could sustain me for the long morning and afternoon of teaching ahead. Too lazy to go to the store and get some oatmeal (and not wanting to take the time to cook steel cut oats!) I remembered I had some quinoa. 1 cup to be exact. PERFECT. Because quinoa takes less time to <a href="http://www.cookingquinoa.net/how-to-cook-quinoa-perfectly" target="_blank">cook</a> than most hearty grains (appx. 20 minutes) I could put it on the stove and it would be ready by the time I was through with my morning meditation. And by golly, that’s exactly what I did.</p>
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While I do enjoy the taste of quinoa on it’s own, it can tend toward bitter (it is actually a relative of leafy vegetables such as Swiss Chard and spinach, which would explain it.) And I like sweet in the morning. Hmmmm. How to jazz it up? Easy breezy. I took a small pat of REAL butter (no low fat, no vegan stuff, the REAL DEAL full fat butter . . . but just a tad) to add some richness. Dropped in some raisins while the quinoa was still piping hot, allowing the steam to soften the raisins. I would have liked some slivered almonds, but the cupboard was bare in the nut category so I sprinkled in some dried coconut shreds. Topped with a touch of REAL maple syrup (READ: NO Aunt Jemima), some flaxseed and a healthy dose of cinnamon. This, today, was heaven.</p>
<p>Cut to this afternoon. Depleted. Tired. And needing something between the afternoon snack of some hummus and carrot/celery sticks and an evening yoga class. I popped into one of my most favorite prepared food markets in the city, “<a href="http://www.dishestogo.com/" target="_blank">Dishes</a>” and picked up some simple grilled veggies. Yellow and green squash, grilled onions (which I’ve been having EVERY DAY for the past three days in abundance to fend off this cold. PS: It worked!) and some grilled carrots. I could eat these all day. Cue QUINOA! Heated a small portion in the microwave and topped it with the warmed grilled veggies and leftover hummus from the snack. Easy. Complete and satisfying.</p>
<p>Off to yoga.</p>
<p>Back from yoga. Hungry. Again. Had a few chips and salsa (courtesy of <a href="http://www.lauriesbuffalogourmet.com/" target="_blank">Laurie’s Buffalo Gourmet</a>. Really <img alt="" src="http://www.livwhole.com/Websites/livwhole/images/IMG_0212.jpg" style="width: 200px; height: 267px; float: right; margin-left: 3px;" />&nbsp;digging their Black Bean and Garlic variety. And they’re higher in fiber than most corn chips. Check em out.) while I whipped up the next easy concoction starring, you guessed it . . . QUINOA (this is the third way. In a DAY I may add.) Grilled up some onions (surprise, surprise) in olive oil and added the quinoa giving it a nice toasty crunchy quality. Threw on the leftover grilled veggies to warm them up and then added . . . an EGG! Salt and pepper. Now that I see all of these together, I guess it’s like a better version of stir-fried rice. Only with quinoa. Genius, if I do say so myself. Especially because this dinner can actually be a great breakfast too! Dinner, breakfast, lunch, snack. I’m an equal opportunity quinoa eater. &nbsp;</p>
<p>I’m a happy, full and very satisfied woman. With more left over for breakfast. . .</p>
<p>What’s your favorite way to enjoy this wonderful ‘seed’? Would love for you to share your ideas here!</p>]]></description><guid>http://www.livwhole.com/quinoa-three-way1</guid></item><item><title>The Upside Of Insecurity</title><link>http://www.livwhole.com/the-upside-of-insecurity</link><pubDate>Thu, 15 Sep 2011 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate><itunes:author>Jennifer Galardi</itunes:author><dc:creator>Jennifer Galardi</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p>My phone isn't ringing. The emails aren't pouring in either. I've received minimal response from a number of marketing efforts I've made. I wasn't asked to return to a conference to teach. I'm not crazy busy yet everyone else around me seems to be working and finding the success that somehow, seems to be eluding me. Will I ever work again? I'm worried people are not going to show up to the very first fundraising event I'm organizing for my charity, <a href="http://www.karmanica.org" target="_blank">karmaNICA</a>. I'm not giving my body what I know it needs to feel its best and thus I feel, well, gross. Fat. Ugly. Pick your favorite word. Yes, you may say I'm having a bout with insecurity right now. <br />
And it's been going on for a while. &nbsp;I recognize it as a legitimate feeling, and probably a result of wrapping up a number of projects that have kept me going non-stop from May until the middle of August. However, in an attempt to not allow it to completely sabotage me,&nbsp;I asked myself this question: Can insecurity actually be a good thing? Can I utilize it to motivate and maybe even inspire me? Looking at my past accomplishments and achievements or reviewing how many friends and fans I have on Facebook wasn't going to cut it. I needed a new tool.&nbsp;<br />
I've always had this desire, maybe even a NEED to succeed (at least as it's traditionally defined.), which in and of itself is often born out of insecurity. Typically success breeds a positive self image. Others praise us, we are congratulated and probably even feel more loved. Failure leads us to negative thinking, self criticism and contempt. But does this have to be true?&nbsp;<br />
I thought about what would happen if no one showed up to my event. What would that mean? Well, for starters it would mean a lot less money to help the children of Nicaragua that I treasure so dearly. I would be disappointed and feel I let them down. Since I have no children of my own, these young ones, along with my nephews, are the nearest I get to that pure, unconditional love found in a child. They don't know about your 'failures' or judge you because you are fat, skinny, old, young or are having a bad hair day. They love. It's what they do. And it makes me want to give more. And do all that I can to make this event a 'success'.&nbsp;<br />
This in turn, pushed me to put aside my pride, and get to work. Follow up emails. Asking for help. Being open with my fears. Exposing my confident facade. I actually told a friend in an email, "I'm really worried no one will show up. Do you think you could rally the troops for me?"&nbsp;<br />
It also reinforced a concept I know in my head to be true. Your experience is a direct reflection of your own behavior and internal state. Attract what you seek by becoming that very thing. Like attracts like. If I need friends right now, I need to be a friend.&nbsp;<br />
And, still, the <a href="http://www.karmanica.org" target="_blank">karmaNICA</a> event may not be the 'success' for which I'm hoping. Then what? This thought is forcing me to analyze what it means to be successful. And now, yes. I will look to others for inspiration. Quotes from highly successful people who have seen down times. Reflection upon the times when I have been knocked down but always seem to get back up. And knowing that I'm not the only one feeling these feelings or the first person to face adversity. All of these things remind me that if I feel defeated and deflated, it's temporary. I'll get back up, brush it off, and try again. It's not the first time and it certainly won't be the last. A friend recently told me that she felt as if "Life handed her a big old can of whoop ass." I responded with: "I understand. But know the day will come when you will be the one delivering a big old can of whoop ass to life." Your can of whoop ass is always just around the corner.&nbsp;<br />
Let's look at the physical feelings I'm having. In one word. YUCK. Things are not flowing. I'm plagued with indecision. I have no idea what to do next. I'm one of those people that is more efficient when I have more to do. I use adrenaline to fuel the tank and bluntly, to get shit done. I can be a machine. Like the energizer bunny. It has been traditionally how I've done it, and it's worked. But I do know it's unsustainable. And not healthy. It's a challenge for me to operate out of 5th gear.&nbsp;Right now, I have to learn a different way. How can I be productive without a list of 30 tasks in my day and how do I operate in a nice and easy 2nd gear? Spirit is asking me to be a little more still and listen. Something is not working. Why? What can I do differently? Do I need to do anything? Can I sit and write? Who says that is not productive? (I'm actually feeling better already!) Typically I feel 'useful' when I'm getting in a workout or working on a project. If I want to stop feeling this way and start feeling worthy no matter what, then I need to do something about it. Learn a different way. Grow my experience.&nbsp;<br />
This type of insecurity also tests my faith in all I believe in my head and hope to experience in my heart. My faith in the universe and forces greater than myself and this limited human body. That no matter what, I will be taken care of, supported and loved. And it is in these moments when I realize I can only fight this insecurity with MORE faith, not less.&nbsp;<br />
What I'm learning is that insecurity can drive us to action (or in my case, maybe a little more in-action), alter our perceptions and beliefs, and spark positive growth and change. To be honest and to share our honesty. To act upon the Golden Rule, "Do onto others . . . " And lastly to have faith in all that you are experiencing. The good, the bad, the ugly... and yes. Even the insecure.&nbsp;</p>
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</p>]]></description><guid>http://www.livwhole.com/the-upside-of-insecurity</guid></item><item><title>Who Am I?</title><link>http://www.livwhole.com/who-am-i</link><pubDate>Mon, 25 Jul 2011 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate><itunes:author>Jennifer Galardi</itunes:author><dc:creator>Jennifer Galardi</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p><img alt="" src="http://www.livwhole.com/Websites/livwhole/images/IMG_0096.jpg" style="width: 220px; height: 294px; float: right; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 5px;" />I contemplated this question during a long run in Portland yesterday. Probably the best day of the year there, sunny, dry 85*, perfect. A far cry from the stifling heat and humidity of the east coast, which I left a several days prior. I have this uncanny knack for leaving town just when things get brutal – on either the cold or hot end – to head to much more pleasant climates. And Portland is probably the most pleasant of anywhere in the U.S. right now.<br />
I tried to divert my attention away from the sharp pain that occasionally shoots up the left side of my back, trying to focus on my new running form and staying light on my feet. Less like an elephant, more like a gazelle. Following the breath in and out. Listening to it, getting lost in it, or driven by a particular song on my iPod. Slipping into a meditative, totally connected state.<br />
Eventually nagging thoughts dissipate and other ‘deeper’ thoughts began to take their place.<br />
Thoughts of gratitude to be in this beautiful city. Gratitude that I can even move my body. Gratitude for breathing fresh air. Gratitude for life. Just to name a few.<br />
At some point, the question of my identity popped into my head. Maybe because, recently, I’ve been discussing business plans, goals, etc. with others, trying to map out where I want my career to go and ‘what’s next’. Of course, because who I am and how I live is so intimately connected to what I do for a living, that question inevitably prompts me to question who I am and who I want to be. Everyone wants me to ‘identify’ myself. I understand why. They are only trying to help me and my career.</p>
<p>Here’s what I came up with:<br />
I am a yogi.<br />
I am a spiritual being.<br />
I will NEVER stop being a dancer.<br />
I am a sister, a daughter, a granddaughter, an aunt and a niece.<br />
I am a friend.<br />
I am an athlete.<br />
I am a teacher.<br />
I am a student.<br />
I am a natural foods chef and nutritionist.<br />
I am leader.<br />
I am a follower.<br />
I am love.</p>
<p>So I’ll ask you? What would you do with all of these things? How do I wrap this up into a tiny little package for someone?<br />
Yet, I realized, while I am all of these things, I could be none of these things and still be ‘something’.<br />
This realization does not do much to help advance my career but what it does for my peace and happiness is immeasurable.</p>]]></description><guid>http://www.livwhole.com/who-am-i</guid></item><item><title>May-Ummm, April-Workout</title><link>http://www.livwhole.com/may-ummm-april-workout</link><pubDate>Tue, 31 May 2011 05:00:00 GMT</pubDate><itunes:author>Jennifer Galardi</itunes:author><dc:creator>Jennifer Galardi</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p><em>Ok. This entry was made to go here in April, a month ago. I can’t explain the mental block I’ve had with writing lately, but I am determined to get this to you. So here it is. A month later. Enjoy your workout.</em></p>
<p>Wow. Has it really been this long since I’ve written a blog here? Why, yes. Yes, it has. Suprising, because I’ve had so much to say lately. Discoveries, revelations, relationships, explorations . . . they’ve all been a part of my many adventures from the past 6 weeks have all from NYC to L.A. to Costa Rica, Panama, Nicaragua, Miami, various other stops in FL and now back to L.A. A few more days here until I finally land back where I began 6 weeks ago in NYC. I’ve missed writing. I’m trying to stay balanced through it all, but my meditations have been sporadic and distracted. Which doesn’t make me happy. On the flip side, seeing my nephews, visiting with some of the best friends a gal can ask for, making many new friends, finding a renewed sense of purpose and working on new, challenging and FUN projects has filled me up to the point where I’ve been moved to tears with gratitude and love. So all’s good. For all of this ‘deep’, insightful stuff I have to share, I’ve felt the need to simply tell you about my kick ass workout the other day. I know I typically post a recipe, but I’m going to skip that to outline this routine. First and foremost because I admittedly have been doing very little cooking lately with my crazy travel schedule (Unless, of course, you count the kick ass margaritas I made last weekend for my sis in law’s birthday, which I’m happy to post as well!) Although I’m not a huge runner, doing just that the past four days or so in the heat of southern Florida helped me sweat, detox, and just feel a little bit like me. And all you need is your sneakers, some open space, such as a park,<br />
So here it is:<br />
20 minute jog/run to park</p>
<p>Find two points you can gauge about 20 feet in distance.<br />
Alternate between:<br />
-- Crab crawls<br />
-- High knees<br />
-- Spider Man walks (on all fours, R hand front as L foot steps front. Switch)<br />
-- Awkward Spider Man (same thing but do same hand and leg!)<br />
Go up and back at least once for each exercise, then repeat they cycle again.</p>
<p>Take a breather and stretch.<br />
Now find a stick.<br />
Jump over the stick with two feet back and forth as quick as you can for 30 sec. Rest 30 sec. Repeat 6x. If it gets too challenging, hop over on one leg.&nbsp;</p>
<p>Time for lunges. Same leg. Lunge front. Step together. Lunge back. Step together. Repeat 10x.<br />
Hold back in a Crescent Pose and stretch.<br />
Repeat other leg.</p>
<p>Move on to core. Do some boat poses, sit ups. Planks. Try this in plank: Bend your knees toward you chest, slightly tucking your hips underneath you, pulling navel back to spine. Re-extend to plank.<br />
Do that 10x.<br />
OOOO, or this one always gets me. Start in plank. Keeping your core engaged and hips up, drop down to one elbow, then the other. Then one arm at a time return to plank.&nbsp;<br />
Do that at least 10x.&nbsp;</p>
<p>Now go on. Scram. Run (or walk) home. And don’t forget to stretch.<br />
If you stretch, I’ll write more. Deal? Oh yeah. And drink lots of water, especially in the heat of the summer!</p>]]></description><guid>http://www.livwhole.com/may-ummm-april-workout</guid></item><item><title>Yeah, Mon. I'm Solo.</title><link>http://www.livwhole.com/yeah-mon-im-solo1</link><pubDate>Tue, 11 Jan 2011 06:00:00 GMT</pubDate><itunes:author>Jennifer Galardi</itunes:author><dc:creator>Jennifer Galardi</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p>Inevitably, I knew it would happen again. The looks of surprise. The dubious eyes. The incredulous faces when I tell people that I'm traveling by myself. I was greeted with more of the same during last week's New Year's Eve trip to Jamaica. When the question arises--and it <strong>always</strong> does somewhere in the conversation--from cab drivers, to hotel staff, waiters and waitresses to the nice man or woman at customs (ALWAYS the man or woman at customs), I've now created a standard response in the form of a question to counter these assaults. "Who else is going to take my ass on vacation?"<br />
It still surprises ME that everyone else is so surprised. Since when did being single become a restriction on travel and adventure? Did the TSA come up with some new crazy law that women can't travel by themselves? (Although, at this point, I wouldn't put it past them in the name of 'national security' Ha. I can see it now . . . "Studies show single women traveling internationally pose a high threat to national security!" HA!)&nbsp;<br />
All I know is that it was snowy, cold, shitty here in NYC and&nbsp;waiting around for Prince Charming to come along on his white horse to take me to the sun was not an option. (Especially with the unplowed streets here in the city, but that's a whole OTHER story. Prince Charming would need to have 'snow hoofs' on.)<br />
So, much like my Asia trip, I booked the ticket, found a place to stay and am a better woman for it. This trip to Jamaica did not disappoint.<img alt="" src="http://www.livwhole.com/Websites/livwhole/Images/IMG_3132.JPG" style="width: 300px; height: 225px; float: right; margin-left: 3px;" /> I met the most amazing women, many from NYC whose sole purpose was the same as mine (get out of the cold), and experienced things&nbsp;I most likely would not have had I been with a companion. I wrote letters to people whose relationships no longer served me, and burned them. (That was powerful. And it worked, like you can't even imagine!) I wrote in my journal. A lot. I sat and watched the ocean, listened to the waves crashing on the shore. I realized I didn't need a gym or fancy equipment to be happy and keep my body active. I walked, I ate, I jumped off 30' cliffs (!), I watched some of the most gorgeous sunsets I've ever seen. I listened. To myself and the stories of others. And I learned about yet another culture, another way to live. My solo travels have been life changing.&nbsp;<br />
One thing I love about traveling is being exposed to new foods and how different cultures eat. I feel a bit like the healthy version of <a href="http://www.anthonybourdain.net/" target="_blank">Anthony Bourdain</a> (by the way, in case he's reading this, I'm a HUGE FAN!!!) For those of you who don't know me, know this: I LOVE FOOD! This trip was no exception. Do you all know what '<a href="http://www.getjamaica.com/Jamaican%20Food%20-%20Jamaican%20Callaloo.asp" target="_blank">callaloo</a>' is? No worries (mon)! I didn't until I went to Jamaica. It is similar to spinach and it's often sauteed (With lots of salt. The Jamaicans love them some salty stuff!) I was ordering it left and right to ensure my daily intake of greens! I had it with some scrambled eggs and it was DELISH. Speaking of eggs, have you ever tried '<a href="http://wwwchem.uwimona.edu.jm:1104/lectures/ackee.html" target="_blank">ackee</a>'? It is the strangest food. It's a FRUIT, but the way they serve it, I swear, it has the same consistency of scrambled eggs. Is it good for you? Well, it can't be bad, it's natural. And yes, it <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ackee" target="_blank">CAN be poisonous</a>,&nbsp;but it's definitely tasty, and when in Rome . . .<br />
When I travel by myself, I get to dictate where and when I eat. Like the lovely afternoon I spent at <a href="http://www.rasrodyorganics.com/" target="_blank">Ras Rody's vegetarian stand</a>. Rody is a Rastafarian serving up some of Jamaica's finest foods from the bounty of the earth. According to the website Rody is not only a vegan chef, but also "a successful organic farmer and roadside philosopher." Sounds like a good life to me. Simple. Natural. Living. Trust me, it's crossed my mind on more than one occasion to abandon the typical 'get it done' stresses of the Western world for a lifestyle where peaceful and calm are not foreign words. <br />
Would it be nice to share some of my travel experiences with someone special? Absolutely? Am I going to wait for someone to give me permission to have those experiences? Absolutely not. My life isn't an episode of the Bachelor (although how fun would THAT be for a week or so?!?) and I've got living to do.&nbsp;</p>
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</p>]]></description><guid>http://www.livwhole.com/yeah-mon-im-solo1</guid></item><item><title>Yeah, Mon. I'm Solo.</title><link>http://www.livwhole.com/yeah-mon-im-solo</link><pubDate>Tue, 11 Jan 2011 06:00:00 GMT</pubDate><itunes:author>Jennifer Galardi</itunes:author><dc:creator>Jennifer Galardi</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p>Inevitably, I knew it would happen again. The looks of surprise. The dubious eyes. The incredulous faces when I tell people that I'm traveling by myself. I was greeted with more of the same on my New Year's Eve trip to Jamaica last week. When the question arises, and it typically always does, somewhere in the conversation, from cab drivers, to hotel staff, waiters and waitresses to the nice man or woman at customs (ALWAYS the man or woman at customs), I've now created a standard response in the form of a counter question. "Who else is going to take my ass on vacation?"<br />
It still surprises ME that everyone else is so surprised. Since when did being single become a restriction on travel and adventure? Did the TSA come up with some new crazy law that women can't travel by themselves? (Although, at this point, I wouldn't put it past them in the name of 'national security' Ha. I can see it now . . . "Studies show single women traveling internationally pose a high threat to national security!" HA!)&nbsp;<br />
All I know is that it was snowy, cold, shitty here in NYC and&nbsp;waiting around for Prince Charming to come along on his white horse to take me to the sun was not an option. (Especially with the unplowed streets here in the city, but that's a whole OTHER story. Prince Charming would need to have 'snow hoofs' on.)<br />
So, much like my Asia trip, I booked the ticket found a place to stay and am a better woman for it. This trip to Jamaica did not disappoint.<img alt="" src="http://www.livwhole.com/Websites/livwhole/Images/IMG_3132.JPG" style="width: 250px; height: 188px; float: right; margin-left: 2px;" /> I met the most amazing women, many from NYC whose sole purpose was the same as mine (get out of the cold), and experienced things&nbsp;I most likely would not have had I been with a companion. I burned letters I wrote to people in my life with whom I had relationships which no longer served me. (That was powerful. And it worked, like you can't even imagine!) I wrote in my journal. A lot. I sat andwatched the ocean, listened to the waves crashing on the shore. Realized I didn't need a gym or fancy equipment to be happy and keep my body active. I walked, I ate, I watched some of the most gorgeous sunsets I've ever seen. I listened. To myself and the stories of others. And I learned about another culture, another way to live. My solo travels have been life changing.&nbsp;<br />
Would it be nice to share some of my travel experiences with someone special? Absolutely? Am I going to wait for someone to give me permission to have those experiences? Absolutely not. My life isn't an episode of the Bachelor (although how fun would THAT be for a week or so?!?) and I've got living to do.&nbsp;<br />
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</p>]]></description><guid>http://www.livwhole.com/yeah-mon-im-solo</guid></item><item><title>In Defense Of Yoga</title><link>http://www.livwhole.com/in-defense-of-yoga</link><pubDate>Tue, 07 Dec 2010 06:00:00 GMT</pubDate><itunes:author>Jennifer Galardi</itunes:author><dc:creator>Jennifer Galardi</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p><em>I recently got REALLY fired up about a post a colleague, friend, and trainer I respect very much, Dale Dymkoski, posted on his blog this week regarding yoga. I tried to write my 'comment' on his page, but because it was so long, it didn't fit. I had lots to say and carefully thought out my retort. To get the full picture, please read&nbsp;</em><a href="http://changing-bodies33.blogspot.com/2010/12/yoga-as-part-of-your-workout-program.html" target="_blank"><em>Dale's blog</em></a><em>&nbsp;and then read below for what I have to say about it.&nbsp;</em></p>
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<p>I'd like to respectfully, offer a contradictory view, as I have to disagree. This article demonstrates a lack of understanding of what the discipline of yoga is truly about and how to practice it properly. Unfortunately today, many instructors are not teaching as they should or offering proper cuing to ensure students engage their muscles and foster strength in the body. Yoga is not all about being Gumby and forcing yourself into pretzel like positions. Yes, practicing yoga properly may emphasize the elongation of the muscle. But to equate that with ‘loose = weak’ muscles, as you do, is a fallacy. If properly taught, a student can discover both strength and flexibility in any pose. I ALWAYS discuss the concept of ‘strong stretching’ in my classes, whether it’s yoga or sculpting.</p>
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I agree that there are many poses most people should NOT be attempting. However, in this case, it's the opposite of the traditional saying, "Don't shoot the messenger". It is ABSOLUTELY a yoga instructor's responsibility to assess every student’s ability, and teach proper alignment and how to build a safe and STRONG practice. I cringe when I see instructors leading poses that, as you mentioned, are unsafe for a 99.5% of their students. Typically, there is a lack of understanding on the student's part of how to effectively practice not only advanced, but even the most basic of poses, which most certainly, can lead to injury and pain.<br />
And again, it is the instructor’s duty to guide a student to more difficult asanas to ensure the student is moving into them safely and effectively, balancing the fine line between ‘discomfort’ and ‘pain’, just as it is the student’s responsibility to heed their own body’s communication.</p>
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What causes injury and pain is the practitioner NOT the practice. (As a note, I myself have experienced much relief from joint aches and muscle tears by practicing yoga.) Both the instructor and the student must share equal responsibility for a safe and effective yoga practice. Students should understand the true meaning of yoga and recognize it as a process. Teachers bear the burden of effectively communicating that message and fostering the proper environment in which the practitioner is safe to progress at their own pace and level of understanding.<br />
One must move MINDFULLY in yoga. A practitioner CAN NOT check out and just soar through the class. That is the greatest challenge. To find the mind body connection. We as instructors, trainers and guides, give a lot of lip service to that philosophy, but rarely do we foster it or encourage it. And that’s a shame.</p>
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Addressing your point of 'functionality'. No, placing your foot behind your head is not, at first glance, particularly ‘functional’. But just like many exercises, more advanced yoga poses (or asanas) offer a challenge that can be beneficial to the body as well as the mind, similar to any advanced level of physical training. Learning how to use the breath to calm the body and the mind under situations of slight duress is EXTREMELY beneficial in the real world. There is no better preparation for everyday challenges than the yoga mat. If you can manage to stay calm when your hand is under your leg which is over your head in a room that’s 75*, you can certainly handle the stress of bumper to bumper on the 405. I don’t know anything more practical than that.</p>
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Unfortunately, our fitness culture, with it's result oriented focus, promoting that harder, faster and MORE is always better, has bastardized what yoga is meant to be. We have lost the joy of the process of getting from A to B, fostering the concept of what many in the yoga community like to call “gym yoga”. After three classes, students are expecting to do handstands and place their legs around their necks. It’s like asking someone who just began jogging to run a marathon tomorrow.</p>
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I also strongly feel we would all be better served to adopt a more holistic approach to training and fitness. I for one am so exhausted by the mindset that we only workout for a tight ass and great muscle tone. Exercise should be a complement to life, not another thing to do on our task list. It should enhance what we do and be a source of joy, not struggle.</p>
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I am not dismissing cross training or varying one’s fitness routine. I think it is EXTREMELY important, as you mentioned, for a healthy, well rounded approach to exercise. More importantly, including various disciplines into your fitness routine prevents boredom, which can lead to a lifetime practice of health and wellness as opposed to something we do to lose ten pounds.<br />
However, your take on yoga is misguided. Yoga is not a means to a tight ass or extraordinary abs, although, when practiced properly, those ends can certainly be achieved. I agree with you 100% that balance is key. But you will find no better way to achieve a connection between the mind body and spirit than from the timeless and always evolving discipline of yoga.</p>
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</p>]]></description><guid>http://www.livwhole.com/in-defense-of-yoga</guid></item><item><title>Faking It</title><link>http://www.livwhole.com/faking-it</link><pubDate>Fri, 26 Nov 2010 15:23:27 GMT</pubDate><itunes:author>Jennifer Galardi</itunes:author><dc:creator>Jennifer Galardi</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p>Ok, ladies. Let's talk about when it's appropriate for a woman to fake it. What I'm about to say&nbsp;may surprise you. NEVER. No, not in the bedroom.&nbsp;Why would we let men believe a mediocre performance is acceptable? It wouldn't be acceptable in the office, so why is it ok in our homes (or elevators, or restrooms, or . . . ?)&nbsp;Why should we PRETEND we're having a pleasurable experience when we're not? We constantly stay silent when things are not satisfactory. I know more than once, I've had a bad massage and haven't said anything while I'm basically getting chafed by someone's hands that are simply rubbing my skin as opposed to soothing my muscles.&nbsp;<br />
Let me tell you another time it's NOT OK to fake it. With your food. Food is meant to be enjoyed, celebrated and loved. Not feared and hated. I was inspired to write this particular blog when I went to make egg salad at my mother's house this week. I was craving some healthy protein and my mom's kitchen is not exactly what one would consider the mecca of healthy and nutritious food. The closest you could come to something green would be an old piece of romaine lettuce and the lime jello mold that has become notoriously synonymous with Thanksgiving in the Fortunes family. I did find a fresh bunch of celery stalks which was mostly meant for the holiday Bloody Mary's, but I devoured that within a day.&nbsp;<br />
All right, back to the egg salad. I figured within the rows of processed food that lined my mother's shelves and refrigerator, there MUST be some good old fashioned mayonnaise somewhere. But the only thing I found was a plastic squeeze bottle of some off white gelatenous gloop that was a mere shadow of the good stuff. Reduced fat mayonnaise. Nasty. This shit tastes like nothing real to me. No actual food product. Not eggs, not oil. There was barely an ingredient on there I could pronounce! <br />
You see, my mother, like so many women, have fallen into the trap the food and diet industry has set for us. They've played into our collective 'fat phobia', making us believe that the number across from the 'calorie' and 'fat' listing on the package is more important than the list of ingredients. That we have to PRETEND to eat food that is totally disgusting, for lack of a better word, and made in a lab in order to loose weight. And then PRETEND to like it, too --- in order to achieve the figure the media tells us is beautiful. By the way, 90% of those women in photos and ads you see? They're faking it too. Whether pre photo, with plastic surgery, make up, and other medical wonders, or post photo, with photoshop.&nbsp;<br />
And I may be going out on a limb here, but I believe you are what you eat. And if you're filling your body with an abundance of "fake food" then you are slowly, from the inside out, becoming a 'fake' version of what you are meant to be. At any size, an example of true, radiant and vibrant health. Not health based on a number on the scale or in your jeans.&nbsp;<br />
I'm not suggesting you sit down with a jar of mayonnaise and dig in with a spoon. (Although, I have been known to do that with peanut or almond butter!) However, I am suggesting that if you want egg salad, by golly HAVE IT, and make it with the real deal. One tablespoon of full fat mayo goes a LONG way. And more importantly, tastes SO much better than anything less than it. Chances are you'll feel full and your craving will be satisfied. Whereas that low-fat shit in a bottle? All it's going to do, like a bad lover, is leave you unfulfilled, wanting more and craving something that truly makes you feel GOOD. Which is exactly how I felt after my pseudo egg salad.&nbsp;<br />
By the way, if you're interested, here is what I WOULD have made, had I had the right ingredients!&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong>Curry Egg Salad<br />
</strong>Eggs. One of the most complete nutritious foods on earth, in my opinion. I don’t eat them often, but when I have a protein craving, this is my go to grub. Love this simple recipe.</p>
<p>1. 6 hardboiled eggs, preferably organic/free range<br />
2. 1 red bell peppers finely diced (Orange or yellow is a good option as well)<br />
3. 1-2 tbsp. Mayonnaise or <a href="http://www.followyourheart.com/products.php?id=3" target="_blank">Vegenaise</a> (Although, if your using this for egg salad, it kind of defeats the ‘Vegan’ purpose. I just really like the taste.)<br />
4. 1-2 tbsp. Dijon mustard<br />
5. 1 tsp curry powder<br />
6. 1 tsp cayenne (more if you like it HOT)<br />
7. 1 tsp cumin<br />
8. Salt to taste</p>
<p>Carefully peel hard-boiled eggs and remove shell. I like to use the yolk of 3 to 4 of the eggs and only use the whites of the remaining eggs. (Note: Please don’t be afraid off egg yolks! Unless you are eating 3 eggs a day, or have to watch cholesterol levels due to a heart condition, they are the most nutritious portion of the egg high in essential vitamins and minerals.)<br />
‘Separate’ eggs with hands into large pieces and place in bowl. With a fork, begin mashing the eggs until the pieces are small. I like really fine pieces, so this step may take a few minutes.<br />
Add 2 and stir together.<br />
Blend in 3-7 and keep mashing! Chill for at least an hour and serve.</p>
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</div>]]></description><guid>http://www.livwhole.com/faking-it</guid></item><item><title>Kicking the Cold</title><link>http://www.livwhole.com/kicking-the-cold</link><pubDate>Wed, 03 Nov 2010 17:25:14 GMT</pubDate><itunes:author>Jennifer Galardi</itunes:author><dc:creator>Jennifer Galardi</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p>While the change of seasons can be beautiful here on the east coast, the change of weather can also tend to be drastic (a week ago here in NYC it was 75*. This morning it's 45*. Suspect.) which often leads to illness and colds. Bleh. Mine came early this year after a chilly trip to Boston this past weekend to teach for the ECA conference with Mad Dog. While the students heated up the classrooms with their enthusiasm and hard work (thank you all for your energy and wonderful participation!), it remained chilly outside. I am NOT a fan of cold weather. It comes with baggage, literally and figuratively. I automatically gain ten pounds this time of year by layering on scarfs, heavy coats, sweaters, etc. While it's great to add the ounces for an effective workout as I run to the subway, it certainly doesn't make a gal feel very sexy. Not to mention, the heat comes on in the building, and even if I leave it off in my apartment, the air inevitably becomes dry and stale. Given my <a href="http://http://www.ayurbalance.com/explore_vatalifestyle.htm" target="_blank">Vata dosha</a> (to read more about what that means, <a href="http://www.holisticonline.com/ayurveda/ayv-basis.htm" target="_blank">click here</a>!), I am one of the few people that LOVE the heat and humidity. I can actually breathe easier and my body feels wonderful in it. (Thus, my love of Southeast Asia and particularly BALI!!!) This cold, dry, acrid weather? Not good. So, to combat my cold and the cold in general, I've spent the past 12 hours or so scheming in the kitchen concocting remedies and solutions I thought I'd share with you. From some traditional herbal healing recipes I picked up in Bali to my favorite standbys, they're all here. I hope you'll find these help keep the chill and the colds at bay.&nbsp;<br />
First, and I say this more to myself than any of you . . . lay off the SALT!!!! I think I've been eating way too much lately, contributing to my dehydrated state. One way to do this is to avoid prepared and processed foods. Even dishes you think are good for you&nbsp;can be loaded with hidden salt.&nbsp;I ate some dairy free pureed spinach from one of my favorite spots in the city, <a href="http://dishestogo.com/" target="_blank">Dishes</a>, and thought it tasted too good to be true! It was. I feel awful today! Especially soups. So be careful. That's all I'm saying.<br />
Second, get a humidifier. Mine runs 24-7. In the bedroom at night, out in the office or living area during the day. I have the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B001A075IE/ref=pd_lpo_k2_dp_sr_3?pf_rd_p=486539851&amp;pf_rd_s=lpo-top-stripe-1&amp;pf_rd_t=201&amp;pf_rd_i=B000ZPKVMM&amp;pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;pf_rd_r=0RED9BYBV3M93QZYMGPB" target="_blank">Germ Gaurdian</a> one which has mixed reviews on <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B001A075IE/ref=pd_lpo_k2_dp_sr_3?pf_rd_p=486539851&amp;pf_rd_s=lpo-top-stripe-1&amp;pf_rd_t=201&amp;pf_rd_i=B000ZPKVMM&amp;pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;pf_rd_r=0RED9BYBV3M93QZYMGPB" target="_blank">Amazon.com</a>, but you can get a rundown of some of the <a href="http://www.consumersearch.com/humidifiers" target="_blank">top rated ones here</a>.&nbsp;<br />
Third, change up your breakfast routine with warming foods. For me a dip in the temperature means a switch in how I start my day. This morning it was steel cut oats with stewed apricots and a shitload of ginger. <a href="http://www.whfoods.com/genpage.php?tname=foodspice&amp;dbid=72" target="_blank">Ginger</a> is great to aid digestion and a wonderful anti-inflammatory and<img alt="" src="http://www.livwhole.com/Websites/livwhole/Images/ginger-300x262.jpg" style="width: 200px; height: 175px; float: right; margin-top: 2px; margin-left: 3px;" /> immune boosting agent. It warms from the inside out. I added it to my <a href="http://jamu4life.com/WHAT_IS_JAMU_.html" target="_blank">Jamu</a> last night (more on Jamu below!) and you can also take a small slice and stick it under your tongue. Or simply grate a bunch of it and throw it in a pot of boiling water to make tea. And some honey if you like it sweet. You can't O.D. on ginger so go for it. Here is one of my favorite recipes:&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong>Stewed Fruit<br />
</strong>This is my favorite thing on top of a piping bowl of oatmeal. I prepare a big batch and keep in the fridge to use all week long. But the juice is great for a tummy ache or on it’s own. A sweet natural treat.</p>
<p>½ - 1cup water<br />
2 cups fresh Dried Fruit such as prunes, figs, apricots.<br />
Fresh Ginger (Slices or grated, at least 1 tbsp. grated, I use more)<br />
Orange Zest (Optional)<br />
Cinnamon</p>
<p><em>Combine Fruit, Ginger, and Zest in water. Bring to a boil and reduce to a simmer for 20 minutes. Add cinnamon and cover. Allow to sit on stove for about ten minutes. You can store in refrigerator for up to a week and the juice begins to get thicker. Great topping in oatmeal or add a little homemade granola. Perfect in the colder months. Keeps the digestive system warm.</em></p>
<p><img alt="" src="http://www.livwhole.com/Websites/livwhole/Images/jamu.jpg" style="float: left; margin-right: 2px;" />Ok, on to my favorite part of this blog, <a href="http://jamu4life.com/FACTS_ABOUT_JAMU.html" target="_blank">JAMU</a>! I learned how to make <a href="http://baliherbalwalk.com/jamu_class.html" target="_blank">Jamu</a> my very first day in Bali from <a href="http://baliherbalwalk.com/about_us.html" target="_blank">Lilir</a>, who guides you step by step and teaches you why Indonesians have been using holistic, natural healing formulas for centuries. This particular combination is a great antiseptic, warming tonic, expectorant, and cleansing and slimming tonic. Really, what more can you ask for? Basically, a cure for all that ails you. I had to modify the recipe slightly, since I didn't have all the fresh ingredients available to me here in the States. But it still came out fabulous. Try it yourself and see!</p>
<p>1 tbsp. <a href="http://www.whfoods.com/genpage.php?tname=foodspice&amp;dbid=78" target="_blank">Tumeric</a><br />
1tbsp. <a href="http://www.theepicentre.com/Spices/galangal.html" target="_blank">Galangal</a><br />
(I used the powdered version of both of these, but if you can find fresh, go for it!)<br />
2 tbsp. <a href="http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/816249/10_benefits_of_tamarind.html?cat=5" target="_blank">Tamarind</a> (I found the paste at a Whole Foods market)<br />
Agave nectar (How much you use depends on how sweet you like it. Start out with about 2 tbsps and you can go from there. Also, you can probably use honey, depending on your taste. The traditional recipe calls for palm sugar. Again, in Bali we used fresh palm sugar straight from the plant. But I'm not in Bali anymore, sadly. I wouldn't recommend using white refined sugar)<br />
2 tbsp. fresh ground ginger (like I said, I'm a ginger freak, but you can use less if you'd like)</p>
<p><em>Blend the Tumeric and Galangal powder with at least 1 1/2 cups water in a blender on low speed. Pour into small saucepan and add Tamarind and Ginger on low heat. Consistently stir and 'smash' Tamarind until most of it dissolves in solution, about 10 minutes. Just before finishing, add Agave or Honey. Pour mixture through a small mesh strainer, 'pushing' all the liquid out with the back of a spoon. You can save what you don't drink in the fridge for up to three days. Reheat or drink cold.&nbsp;</em></p>
<p>I'm telling you, this is good stuff. At least I like it. Just finished a cup as I complete this blog. Now it's off to heat up and sweat out the toxic amounts of salt at <a href="http://www.pranapoweryoga.com/index.php" target="_blank">Prana Power Yoga</a> with Rachel. The day is looking up!&nbsp;</p>]]></description><guid>http://www.livwhole.com/kicking-the-cold</guid></item><item><title>Beat the Heat!</title><link>http://www.livwhole.com/beat-the-heat</link><pubDate>Tue, 31 Aug 2010 14:14:19 GMT</pubDate><itunes:author>Jennifer Galardi</itunes:author><dc:creator>Jennifer Galardi</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p>Brutal. That's how I would describe the heat and humidity thus far this summer. I don't recall even having Spring here in NYC. It went straight from about 60* to 90* once June hit. And since that didn't seem to be hot enough for me, I decided to head further south to FL for some additional torture the other week. If you've never been to FL in the summer it feels something like walking into a wall of heat. It stops you dead in your tracks. I've been brutally reminded of the importance of proper hydration the past two weeks, especially post exercise in this weather, whether indoor or outdoor. I returned from a bike ride along the beach and my aunt commented that I looked as if I stepped straight out of a magazine or tv ad. My back was wet and glistening. And no, I had not just jumped out of a pool. I was drenched in sweat --- and LOVING it. For the same reasons I do hot yoga and prefer no air conditioning while working out (Which is why I don't really like working out in a gym. I do it but always wish I could ask the manager to turn off the air and all the fans in the joint. C'mon ladies with the make up and hair spray. A little sweat will do your skin wonders!), I love working out in 95* heat with a shit ton of humidity. If I'm going to sweat, I might as well pour. Which is also how I've uncovered some great recipes and drink concoctions to stay cool this summer. If this weather is any indication of what the rest of the summer is going to be like, it's gonna be a LOOOOONG, HOT one. Just how I like it.</p>
<p>Some drinks I've found quite refreshing and their recipes, if necessary, are below.</p>
<p><strong>ICED PASSION TEA</strong>:</p>
4-5<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;">	</span>Bags <a href="http://www.tazo.com/default.asp?hasFlash=1" target="_blank">TAZO herbal PASSION tea</a>&nbsp;(if you prefer a slightly caffeinated version, you can experiment with adding one or two bags of a green or white variety tea. I've done a white rose tea and a green lemongrass, both of which added a nice flavor with limited 'jitters'.)<br />
4 cups boiling water<br />
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<p>Really, what could be easier? I've become addicted to this concoction this summer. Place tea bags in heat resistant container and add about 3 tsps of Stevia. I also add a little agave nectar. Play with your sweetener amounts. Depends on how sweet you like your tea. Pour the water over the tea bags and let sit for at least 20 minutes (I usually do longer). After steeping, remove and squeeze tea bags to ensure all flavor is eeked out! Begin to add ice, as the liquid will be quite concentrated. Chill in refrigerator and pour over ice anytime you need a refreshing lift. It's been the new staple in my fridge. Actually, I'm going to pour myself a glass now!</p>
<p>Something else I live off year round, but love it more in the summer, is the <a href="http://www.synergydrinks.com/" target="_blank">SYNERGY brand of Kombucha</a>. Sadly, there has been some controversy over their truth in labeling the amount of alcohol (naturally occurring in all Kombucha due to the fermentation process) which has caused the company to pull it from the shelves of many major outlets (including all Whole Foods and most natural health food stores). I may have to resort to making my own again. Not the most space efficient task, but it definitely saves my wallet from being consistently drained! If you're interested in how you can 'grow' this healthy, amazing tonic yourself, <a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Make-Kombucha-Tea" target="_blank">click here</a>.</p>
<p>Another great pick me up tonic, perfect for pre or post workout, is an Apple Cider Vinegar cocktail! Pour yourself some cold lemon or lime flavored sparkling water, add one to two tbsps. of <a href="http://bragg.com/products/bragg-organic-apple-cider-vinegar.html" target="_blank">Apple Cider Vinegar</a> (I find <a href="http://bragg.com/products/bragg-organic-apple-cider-vinegar.html" target="_blank">Bragg's</a> to be the best and they are the most well-respected brand), depending on how you like the taste, and a splash of cranberry juice. Easy and SO refreshing.&nbsp;</p>
<p>Of course, you can't beat coconut water in this heat. The best way to enjoy it is right out of the shell, but I know that isn't always the most convenient or easiest way to get the good stuff. However, in my humble opinion, it is the best. Need to know how to open your coconut? <a href="http://www.5min.com/Video/How-to-Open-Up-a-Coconut-7846" target="_blank">Watch this</a>. Of course, when I do it, I'm much less graceful and mine does end up everywhere, but whatever works to get to the good stuff. Other options? Buy one of the many varieties you find on the retail shelves these days. My favorite is <a href="http://amyandbriannaturals.com/" target="_blank">Amy and Brian's</a>, as I feel theirs tastes most like the real deal. They even sell one with the pulp! Delish. I also like <a href="http://www.vitacoco.com/" target="_blank">VitaCoco</a>&nbsp;or <a href="http://www.onenaturalexperience.com/">O.N.E.</a> brand isn't bad either. Yes, coconut water really IS nature's Gatorade supplying electrolytes and potassium to the body in a most tasty way!</p>
<p>And to beat the heat in the kitchen, and save time, I've really been wearing out my food dehydrator. You can slice apples, (or any fruit for that matter!) and toss them with a little bit of agave and cinnamon, pop them in the food dehydrator and a day later you have healthy homemade apple chips! It sure beats using an oven. I've also been dehydrating onions, mushrooms and zucchini and they make great add ons in salad, if they ever even make it that far. I tend to eat them right of the dehydrator tray! You can learn more about food dehydrators <a href="http://www.motherearthnews.com/Real-Food/2003-06-01/Choosing-a-Food-Dehydrator.aspx" target="_blank">here</a>. Mine is an <a href="http://www.excaliburdehydrator.com/" target="_blank">Excalibur</a> and I LOVE IT!</p>
<p>Ok, one more recipe and I'm done. It's too beautiful of a day to be sitting inside typing anymore! This is SO simple and healthy. Who wants to end up slaving in the kitchen during the dog days of summer? This literally takes about 5 minutes and will keep in the fridge for a few days.</p>
<p><strong>Simple Broccoli and Avocado Salad:</strong></p>
<p>1-2 heads fresh broccoli (Broccoli is not one of the '<a href="http://www.organic.org/articles/showarticle/article-214" target="_blank">Dirty Dozen</a>' so it doesn't HAVE to be organic, although I will always recommend that. But hell, who am I kidding? I don't always buy organic either. And there you have it.)<br />
1/2 Lemon<br />
1/4 cup Extra Virgin Olive Oil<br />
1 Avocado (same with the broccoli with regards to 'organic')<br />
Sea salt and pepper to taste</p>
<p>Super simple. Lightly steam the broccoli for about 3 minutes and until it's bright green (nothing worse than mushy broccoli!). Place in large bowl. With a small spoon, begin to carve 'chunks' of avocado and add to bowl. Add olive oil and juice of lemon and toss while still warm, as the heat from the broccoli will begin to 'melt' the avocado and combine with the lemon and olive oil to make a nice 'dressing'. Add salt and pepper to taste. Seriously. That's it. You could get creative and add some slivered almonds, or a little bit of red quinoa. Or just eat it out of the bowl. You can serve it warmor cold, in the air, in a chair. Speaking of chair, I need to get out of mine and get my ass outside! ENJOY SUMMER!</p>]]></description><guid>http://www.livwhole.com/beat-the-heat</guid></item><item><title>Home Is Where the Heart Is</title><link>http://www.livwhole.com/home-is-where-the-heart-is</link><pubDate>Sun, 11 Jul 2010 15:53:09 GMT</pubDate><itunes:author>Jennifer Galardi</itunes:author><dc:creator>Jennifer Galardi</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[During my most recent trip to Los Angeles, no less than five people asked/told me to move back. And I am tempted. During a run on the beach last week, the sun sparkling on the crashing waves, traces of salt water, literally, splashing on my face turned up toward the setting sun, I thought to myself, this is heaven. But this was heaven at that time. I've also had moments when I've truly felt no more at peace and at home than in the middle of the hustle and bustle of NYC. As I was staring into the sun across the sea, I was moved, literally, to tears. Miranda Lambert’s most recent song entitled, “The House That Built Me” popped on my iPod. A song about a woman who seems to have lost her authenticity returns home one last time to find some sense of who she is. As a tear rolled down my cheek, I myself felt confused and questioned, "Where is home? Where do I feel most at peace?" So many have called me a ‘wanderer’. Someone who never settles in one place, as if I am constantly looking for or chasing something. Often I’ve felt uncomfortable with that description and felt the need to defend myself. But in that instance, I a revelation came to me. As clear as the day is long. It doesn't matter what coast I'm on. I spent over 11 years of my life in Los Angeles and built a world for myself here where amazing things have happened and dreams have come true. At the same time, when I’m in NYC, I am reminded of my roots and the house and people who have built ME. Without those, I would not have been able to spread my wings, explore unchartered waters and fly. And the many opportunities that still lie ahead.
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The answer is that I can feel at home and at peace either place and anywhere.I have always followed my heart when deciding on a place to live or a job to take. I’ve tried to let opportunities direct me and to take advantage of them without fear. And I will continue to do so, no matter where the path leads: Los Angeles, New York, New England or Timbuktu.<br />
Yes, some may call it wandering. I prefer to call it living.
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</p>]]></description><guid>http://www.livwhole.com/home-is-where-the-heart-is</guid></item><item><title>What's Important</title><link>http://www.livwhole.com/whats-important</link><pubDate>Sun, 23 May 2010 16:56:13 GMT</pubDate><itunes:author>Jennifer Galardi</itunes:author><dc:creator>Jennifer Galardi</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p>This past week, I seemed to encounter a lot of drama surrounding work. I had a job. I lost it. I had it again, this time with more responsibility, a bigger role, and subsequently, more pay. I lost it again due to a switch in production dates. Back and forth, up and down. A never ending roller coaster ride. Add huge egos into the mix (and trust me, my ego was not excluded from this equation) and it was a recipe for well, like I said: DRAMA. I was challenged to remember what is truly important in my life.<br />
I'd like to tell you about a few people and situations that kept me in check. And in doing so publicly offer up the utmost gratitude to them. Last week, I was fortunate to be involved in a program called <a href="http://www.nycgovparks.org/sub_things_to_do/programs/shape_up_ny/shape_up_ny.html" target="_blank">Shape Up NYC</a> in conjunction with <a href="http://www.equinox.com" target="_blank">Equinox</a>, a program that is offering free fitness classes to dozens of locations throughout the five boroughs. I had been assigned to Hamilton Fish Recreation Center in the lower east side. Trust me, I was not looking forward to the 40 minute bus/walk trek down there, but my selfishness was quickly replaced with extreme joy and gratitude the moment I started teaching those students. Their excitement to have me there was overwhelming. These ladies (and one gentleman!) were so eager and thrilled to have someone help them along their path to health and wellness. They took no breath, no movement for granted. I dare say it was more rewarding than teaching the most dedicated member of any gym. On Wednesday, during <a href="http://www.yogajournal.com/poses/482" target="_blank">Svasana</a>, or final resting pose, I was rubbing a student's neck, temples, and head with essential oil. The words that came out of her mouth moved me to tears. "Thank you Jesus." To hear her, a woman who was probably facing far more difficulties in her life with far less resources than I ever would, utter such gratefulness was profound. I can only hope I played a small part in her feeling of open gratitude and love. It made me want to keep giving all I could. To her, to everyone in that room, to the entire universe. It was a moment that I will never forget.&nbsp;<img alt="" src="http://www.livwhole.com/Websites/livwhole/Images/IMG_2398.JPG" style="width: 300px; height: 225px; float: left; margin-right: 3px;" /><br />
The work drama ensued over the next two days. So many players. So much 'he said, she said'. So much work trying to decipher the truth, the exaggerations, and who really looks out for my best interest. Slowly but surely, I am learning who to trust. Who would be there for me, regardless of money or individual gain. While I struggled to decide whether to take a job that would help me feel more financially secure, or pass up the opportunity to be by mother's side during surgery, I thank Carie and Lisa, two women who both loss their mothers way to early to cancer,&nbsp;for their guidance. I think about it and I begin to cry. And while the procedure is outpatient and fairly routine, how could I even THINK about not being there for the one woman who gave her entire life for me? And I know you are probably reading this thinking the same thing. "How is that even a question in her mind?" But I was raised to believe that work is important. Succeeding, in the traditional sense, equals satisfaction. And many times my mother would tell me to take advantage of the work. But not this time. Nothing is worth not taking my mother to the hospital or being there when she comes out. It didn't take me long to know I've made the right decision.&nbsp;<br />
There have been a handful of other incidences that occurred all week and through this weekend that kept reminding me of what truly is important.&nbsp;<br />
Here are the conclusions I developed. Family is more important than money. There is so much more to me than 'what I do' for a living. My self worth, self respect and faith will provide ultimate security. The security that only comes from true inner peace and happiness. Honesty is paramount, in all aspects of your life, but especially with yourself and the ones you care about. Giving is not necessarily better than receiving, because when you truly give of yourself, you receive much more than you can possibly imagine. I also know that we ALL understand these principles on an <em>intellectual</em> level. Practicing them and truly believing them, with complete faith and without question? That's a whole other ball game. Drop me a line if you'd like to know how it's going.&nbsp;</p>
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</p>]]></description><guid>http://www.livwhole.com/whats-important</guid></item><item><title>Why Does Healthy=Expensive?!?</title><link>http://www.livwhole.com/why-does-healthyexpensive</link><pubDate>Wed, 12 May 2010 21:31:41 GMT</pubDate><itunes:author>Jennifer Galardi</itunes:author><dc:creator>Jennifer Galardi</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p>It's one of those evenings I truly wish I did have a television. I spent all last week cleaning up my receipts from 2009, getting my numbers in order, and, at the same time, getting my apartment in order. I was ready to rock and roll come Friday afternoon to face my accountant. Prepped as could be. And then he got on a call that went late . . . and later . . . and later. No appointment for me. So we had to punt until tonight, Monday. And wow. Let's just say the government does NOT make it easy for an entrepreneur (ah-hem, ME) to set up a business. I just found out a WHOLE bunch of stuff I didn't really want to know and it completely overwhelmed me. I feel like I've taken two steps forward and eight steps back. Between that and an intense rolfing session today, all I want to do is collapse on the couch and veg out. In the absence of a television, I figured I'd make some tea, indulge in my favorite chocolate chip cookie (that would be <a href="http://www.nanascookiecompany.com/product.asp?productid=169958" target="_blank">Nana's No Wheat</a>) write a blog and tell you all the news that's fit to print (and there is some that isn't!) from the weekend, including my favorite new sandwich and other recipes I've had fun with. So here we go . . .&nbsp;<br />
Friday, in preparation for the tax appointment that never happened, I was getting shit done. Organizing, filing, cleaning up. Had a lovely late morning visit with a good friend who stopped by (I love NYC for that reason. No one ever just 'stops by' in L.A.!) an appointment here at home and finally, once I learned of the unfortunate (or fortunate, depending on how you look at it. To me, it was just delaying the inevitable feeling of dread and depression that came this evening.) non-appointment, I was off to the gym to work on a new project. A little shopping for a new pair of sassy shorts I needed for a date that evening and I was feeling fine and ready for some wine! Or sake as the evening would have it. The special evening at <a href="http://www.oneluckyduck.com/purefoodandwine/" target="_blank">Pure Food and Wine</a>, my FAVORITE<a href="http://www.rawfoodlife.com/" target="_blank"> raw restaurant </a>not only in the city but ANYWHERE, was meant to celebrate my supposed tax return. So much for that. So we drank to my date's (Let's call him JT. And no, while I wish it was the <em>real</em> JT, I'm not that good) bonus! And trust me, you need something to cover the bill at Pure. But it's worth the splurge. We scored a wonderful table in the outside patio area, perfect for a spring evening in the city. Magical actually. Or maybe it was just my <a href="http://www.oneluckyduck.com/purefoodandwine/pdf/cocktails.pdf" target="_self">White Light Tini</a>, a fine combination of unfiltered sake, green tea, lemongrass and ginger. OH, how I love me some ginger. We started with the Organic Iceberg and Watercress Cobb Salad with Smokey Portabella crisps. HEAVEN! And the Nori Rolls. Once again, SCORE! So tasty. We moved on to the King Oyster Mushroom Scallops with Hijiki Seaweed Caviar (one of my faves) and the Sweet Pickled Tri Colored Beet Ravioli entree. THIS was pure food bliss. It was so amazing, so fresh and all raw. If I had someone <img alt="" src="http://www.livwhole.com/Websites/livwhole/Images/mintsundaePURE2_thumb.jpg" style="width: 300px; height: 400px; float: left; margin-right: 2px;" />preparing food like this for me every day, sure! I'd be all raw too. Not likely. Before I get on my soapbox on how f'd up it is that good, healthy, wholesome and nutrient dense food is inequitably more expensive than SHIT food that kills people, let me just conclude by saying we finished with the only reason to live.&nbsp;Pure's Mint Sundae. I don't&nbsp;care if you are raw, vegan, carnivore, omnivore, whatever! You'd swear you died and gone to heaven after just one sensual bite. (JT did!) It truly is an experience to be had. I apologize for the sub par photo. It should only provide incentive for you to go try it yourself. Thank goodness we ventured on after Pure to do . . . well what else do you do after a cocktail and a couple glasses of wine? DANCE! Somehow, JT and I stumbled upon this place called "<a href="http://www.butterrestaurant.com/" target="_blank">Butter</a>" (still not quite sure how we found this place...) which once downstairs, opened up to a club/lounge type venue. JT and I were in our own little world down there, dancing our silly asses off, albeit to a very random mix of tunes from the dj. Couldn't quite find one groove, but it was enough to keep us out until 1am. What is up with me and these late nights? Ugh. It has to stop. I need to buckle down and get to work. But there's plenty of time for that. Saturday found me with a client and then off to practice my own yoga sequence. By the time I retuned home I was famished. My plan was to head out to meet my girlfriend and new pimp, Lisa (she was the culprit of last weekend's debacle) and one of her friends later that evening (he'll remain anonymous unless it's time to introduce you to him . . . ) but I was beat. So why didn't I stay home and nap you ask? Because I'm obsessive, compulsive (yes, you heard it here first. and it won't be the last time) and felt I had to DO something. So after my new favorite sandwich (see recipe and photo below!), and some way too expensive but fabulously yummy raw Kale Chips (again, healthy=money. I can't seem to get away from this equation) I put on my Louboutins (ha, just kidding). My version of those would be my running shoes to brave the brutal wind that was blowing in the city and headed down 2nd Ave. to the Lower East Side to run some errands. Picked up some of the best beans ever for my <a href="http://www.livwhole.com/my-favorite-drink" target="_blank">morning lattes</a> at <a href="http://www.portorico.com/store/" target="_blank">Puerto Rico Importing Co</a>. These guys aren't messing around. And it's the type of place I live for at prices that make conventional coffee sellers prices look like highway robbery. (which also makes you realize how OVER PRICED most beans are) You can't take photos and in true NYC style, they make the most out of their real estate cramping the space with wall to wall bins of freshly roasted coffee. They have a few locations here in the city and it's a must visit for any java lover. Despite the fact I popped a few dark chocolate covered espresso beans to add some pep in my step, I was still exhausted. I opted for the subway home and decided, by golly, my feet deserve a pedicure. A nice one. Yes, I'm the girl that keeps the same chipped and worn polish on her toes for two months. Whatever. I'm a dancer and my feet can't look pretty. It's a contradiction. But those toots were tired and deserved some TLC. Sixty bucks later, I walked out with pretty, smoothed, polished and somewhat relaxed feet and toes. Again, why does eating healthy and taking care of myself = BIG BUCKS?!? I vote for government subsidies of avocados, kale, onions, sweet potatoes, brown rice, tahini, hummus and PEDICURES. Only to squeeze them into heels for my evening appointment. Honestly all I wanted to do was curl up on the couch and watch a flick. But in order to have the guy to cuddle and watch the flick with me, I must continue to endure dates and set ups and, yes, assholes. (That's a whole other story . . . I'll save it for the book. But what do you say when a supposed 'man' says to you "I guarantee my day was a lot worse than yours."? I was at a loss.) Ugh. I have a confession to make. I don't like getting ready. I am not one of those girls who lives for make up and getting dressed. I hate washing my hair. I dread doing my hair. I would stick it up in a ponytail every day of my life if I could. Make up, sometimes, I can handle. Tonight was not one of those times. Dread, dread, dread. Of course once I found something I felt slightly comfortable in and did all the requisite primping, I felt better and actually thought I looked quite nice. I got to the bar and ordered water. Wow, I was going to be a barrel of good times tonight. But I actually began to enjoy myself and after one glass of wine and many club soda and cranberry cocktails later. (the bartender thought I was crazy . . . I was sucking them down!) discovered I was hungry. The scent of bacon was wafting from behind the bar, and I'll tell you. I don't eat bacon but once in a blue moon. But damn, it smells good. I finally got some grub at another venue that was actually very cool called <a href="http://www.schillersny.com/" target="_blank">Schiller's</a>. I was discovering a whole new world with this going out thing and enjoying it. Although a part of me longed for the days with my ex, not needing to do anything, go anywhere, get dressed up, drink beers, etc. Truth be told, a BIG part of me. Ok, back to the food. I am living proof you don't have to blow your eating habits just because you are out. Yes, it was 11pm, not the ideal time for dinner, but I knew I was going to bed no earlier than 1am and I was starved. Which was probably one of the reasons I was a little cranky. <a href="http://www.schillersny.com/menus/dinner.pdf">One deviled egg, 2 oysters and a KILLER artichoke salad</a>&nbsp;later, I was feeling fine and had some pep in my step again. Plus, our bartender, John, was absolutely adorable and thoroughly entertaining. Good times. But time to go home and sleep. And sleep I did. Until 10:30am. Man, I needed that. I had still been battling the cold I caught from last weekend and I just needed to rest with no alarm, no agenda, no nothing to do. Couldn't really tell you what I did on a chilly, lazy Sunday (apparently nothing too good) but found myself at dance class in the afternoon (thank you James!) which always makes for a good day. I need to start going to different classes and dancing more. I forget how much, no matter what I eat, it FEEDS me more. Grocery trip to Whole Paycheck (Do you see the running theme in this blog?) and relaxing with another yummy sandwich (I'm addicted) and some "Breaking Dawn" (Hey, I don't have a television. It's the closest thing I get to trash.) and I was ready to call it a weekend. Done. And ready for Monday. And here I am, cursing the IRS and finished with the blog. Goodnight. Oh wait! Forgot my favorite sandwich! Pulls together some of my favorite foods EVER! And it really is so easy.</p>
<p><img alt="" src="http://www.livwhole.com/Websites/livwhole/Images/favoritesandwich.jpg" style="vertical-align: middle;" /></p>
<p><strong>Hummus and Avocado Open Face Sandwich:&nbsp;<br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;">
1 slice whole grain bread (my new favorite is <a href="http://www.frenchmeadow.com/" target="_blank">Hemp Seed Bread from French Meadow Bakery</a> )<br />
Generous slathering of hummus (I prefer my homemade hummus, but I'm a snob like that! Any fresh, store bought is fine. Remember, the less ingredients, the better!)<br />
3 slices avocado<br />
2-3 slices ripe juicy tomato of choice (heirlooms are coming around!)<br />
Generous helping of fresh sprouts<br />
Salt and pepper to taste
</span></strong></p>
<p>In case I really need me to tell you, here's what you do. Grab that piece of bread. Slather on that hummus. Place tomato slices on top, then avocado and top with the sprouts, sprinkling with pure sea salt and some pepper here and there in between. LOVE LOVE LOVE on your easy delicious 'sandwich'. If you're feeling crazy, grab another piece of bread, slather on some more hummus and top that sucker off for a true sandwich.&nbsp;<br />
Ugh, I forgot to give you the other recipes. (A new Tahini dressing and my homemade hummus recipe . . . ) But I'm tired. I'll post another blog just with those. G'night!</p>]]></description><guid>http://www.livwhole.com/why-does-healthyexpensive</guid></item><item><title>Having Fun Til It Hurts</title><link>http://www.livwhole.com/having-fun-til-it-hurts</link><pubDate>Wed, 05 May 2010 15:58:20 GMT</pubDate><itunes:author>Jennifer Galardi</itunes:author><dc:creator>Jennifer Galardi</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p>Why does having fun result in me HURTING the next day? Actually the next TWO days, as I just don't recover like I used to! The weekend started out innocently enough. Although I really didn't want to get ready for early work drinks at 5:30pm, I drug myself into the shower to head to one of my favorite restaurants in the city, <a href="http://www.tablany.com/" target="_blank">TABLA</a> in Gramercy Park. The weather was heating up and they have an outdoor patio. Perfect for cocktails with out of town guests, co-hosts of the Atlanta based radio show, <a href="http://www.drfitnessandthefatguy.com/" target="_blank">Dr. Fitness and the Fat Guy</a>, also known as Dr. Adam Shafran and Lee Kantor. Who, I may add, are particularly funny. I've done <a href="http://drfitnessblog.com/2010/03/17/exercise-dvd-star-jennifer-galardi-shares-how-to-get-a-ballet-body/" target="_blank">several interviews</a> with these guys to promote my DVD's and I always have a blast! It was nice to finally meet them in person. They were very impressed with my choice of venue and by the time we finally secured an outdoor table, I was ready for the cocktail. I've also been particularly obsessed with one of life's most perfect food: the <a href="http://www.avocado.org/" target="_blank">avocado</a>! Does it get any better? Let me answer that for you . . . . NO. I would seriously question someone who doesn't adore the <a href="http://www.avocado.org/nutrition/" target="_blank">avocado</a>. The only problem is that with an avocado, you must anticipate your cravings. Typically stores just don't have a wide selection of ripe, ready to go avocados. They take at least a day if not two to get to the perfect firm mushy consistency that melts in your mouth like butter. True nirvana. And I just found <a href="http://www.avocado.org" target="_blank">this website</a> with a boatload of recipes all including the avocado. Ok, back to Friday night. Of all the amazing dishes on <a href="http://www.tablany.com/files/menus/dinner.pdf" target="_blank">Tabla's menu</a>, I went for the Guacamole (of course) with burdock root chips. Oh sweet heaven. Tabla does this typical Mexican dip much different. Big chunks of fresh avocado seasoned with one of my favorite spices, <a href="http://www.ayurvedictalk.com/cumin-powerful-little-health-seeds/702/" target="_blank">cumin</a>, often used in Indian foods. A perfect snack, a perfect drink and perfect weather made for a perfect early evening with my out of town guests. After a pleasant walk down to Union Square and a brief visit to <a href="http://www.lululemon.com" target="_blank">lululemon</a> with Adam and Lee, I decided to head home early and get some rest, dreams of dancing avocados in my head! My dinner plans fell through (Dare I say I was stood up? That's a whole other story ... ) and I wanted to get up early and get a jump start on my Saturday anyway.&nbsp; <br />
If you've seen what's going on here in NYC (besides suspicious car bombs in Times Square!), you'll know I awoke to some serious sweltering heat, a la August style. With no air on in our building yet, I resigned myself to sweating the rest of the day! Which was a fine detox. After many morning chores and cleaning, I headed out to Central Park to get my run on. But after the initial 15 minute jog to get to the park, my knees weren't having it. So I settled onto a piece of greenery which became my own personal yoga mat. One hour later, and feeling dandy, I headed home, again, full of dreams of avocados! I had been invited to a Kentucky Derby party but wanted to make sure I at least had a snack before I moved on to a gathering of alcohol and what was sure to be not so good for me food. My plans were foiled. There were no ripe avocados to be found at any of my local stores. I was so disappointed, a little pissed off to be frank, but settled for a snack a little less satisfying. After a healthy afternoon, I was ready to head downtown for an adult beverage and somewhat mellow evening. I was wrong about the mellow evening, but dead on about one thing: BAD food. We're talking <a href="http://www.fastfood.com/Nutrition/kentucky_fried_chicken.html" target="_blank">Kentucky Fried Chicken</a> bad. And if you've ever thought to yourself, "Eh, it's chicken. Protein. How bad can it be for me?" Check out their latest greatest invention, the <a href="http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/comments_blog/2010/04/kfc-double-down-sandwich-will-you-be-buying.html" target="_blank">Double Down</a>. I get ill just thinking about it. I mean I know the FDA is a relatively useless institution, but I'm shocked even THEY let this hit the market. To be honest, KFC wasn't even tempting to me. Maybe had I been hungry I would have succumbed, but I wasn't even close. Which is why it's always important to know where you're going and prepare accordingly. But on the flip side, a GREAT party. I met a lot of new fun people and even ran into an old friend I already knew. Small world. My favorite vegan yogi, Rachel and I eventually were ready to leave the temptation of Double Downs and bad mac and cheese to hit up on of my favorite vegan joints in the city, <a href="http://www.counternyc.com/" target="_blank">COUNTER</a> in the East Village. <img alt="" src="http://www.livwhole.com/Websites/livwhole/Images/chickpeapopcorn.jpg" style="float: left; margin-top: 1px; margin-right: 2px;" />Although, don't get me wrong, vegans have their version of junk food too. I certainly never feel deprived of&nbsp;anything.&nbsp;Can you say "<a href="http://www.seriouseats.com/recipes/2007/08/dinner-tonight-popcorn-chickpe.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">Chickpea Popcorn</span></span></a>"?!!? Rachel and I downed these puppies like nobody's business. I assumed they were just garbanzo beans cooked in olive oil, although I couldn't tell if they were <a href="http://www.examiner.com/x-16596-Westchester-County-Healthy-Food-Examiner~y2009m7d23-Dry-roasted-chickpea-recipe-is-healthy-alternative-to-fried" target="_blank"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">roasted</span></span></a> or pan fried. No matter, they are next on my list to try at home or for a dinner party! I would sprinkle with cumin and cayenne, and of course, sea salt! <a href="http://www.seriouseats.com/recipes/2007/08/dinner-tonight-popcorn-chickpe.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">This recipe</span></span></a> cooks them in olive oil in the pan and uses different seasonings, but it's definitely something to play with and a nice break from my traditional fave, hummus! OK, you may be asking "Where is the FUN in all of this? Sure, it sounds like fun and all, but til it hurts? Not so much." Well not YET. After a few more small plates like red quinoa with broccoli and avocado (See? Avocado!!!!) and Spaghetti Squash Spaghettini, PLUS a super delish panini with lentil walnut pate and rosemary aioli&nbsp;(Did I mention the apple cobbler with cashew milk ice cream? Ugh. . . )&nbsp;I was ready to roll on out of Counter and walk off some serious calories all the way home. However, somehow, I got suckered into going to another party down in the Village. My friend had me at 'cute sports guys'. I'm so easy. Let the debauchery begin. Rachel and I moved on to Oliver's in the Village and stepped into a frat party. I'm sure these people were all very nice, but I was seriously over it. And the guys were cute, but not THAT cute. Ha. After about ten minutes, Rachel and I were ready to call it quits and my friend Lisa, a firecracker of personality, insisted we meet a certain sports anchor and golf writer. (To protect the not so innocent, I will let them remain anonymous) And those two are the ones that kept us at <a href="http://www.oliversbarandgrill.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">Oliver's</span></span></a> til 3am. They had wit, smarts, HEIGHT, and charm out the wazoo. And, I for one, fell for it, hook, line and sinker. Stupid girl. Not to say I wasn't having a great time, but I felt like such a sorority chick, dancing in a bar to late night versions of "Boom Boom Pow" and "Toxic" (hoping I danced off some of that dessert!) And I hadn't had that physical, chemical attraction to someone in a while. It sucked me in and kept me there. I'll spare you the gory details, but there's just something about walking through NYC on a hot steamy muggy night/morning and kissing on the curb. Damn sports guys. Too make a long story MUCH shorter, I wasn't asleep til about 5am. And awoke at 11am. And I am NOT my sparkly shiny best on 6 hours sleep. I'm an eight hour girl all the way. Plus keeping those hours, your body is just all OFF. But I had to buck up because I had three classes to teach at <a href="http://www.equinox.com" target="_blank"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">Equinox</span></span></a>. Once again, thank God for dance. (Watch one of my favorite lyrical pieces I've choreographed in a while <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X9pX7q1ieMw" target="_blank"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">here</span></span></a>!) Needless to say it's Wednesday and I am just finishing this blog. I was hurting straight up til yesterday evening really. Between the classes, the Saturday evening spectacular and my own workouts, my body felt like someone hit it with a Mack truck, felt like it was coming down with a serious cold (Downed double dosages of&nbsp;<a href="http://www.sourcenaturals.com/products/GP1345/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">Wellness Formula</span></span></a>&nbsp;and kicked THAT in the ass! Booo-yah!), and I was feeling mild symptoms of depression, which usually happens after I drink, even minimally. (I had a beer and a half and maybe a sip of wine at the Derby party! That shouldn't even count!) So now you see where the HURT comes in. I've said it before and I'll say it again, I just don't recover like I used to. But was it worth it? Abso-you know what- lutely! And oh yeah, I almost forgot to give you my version of the wonderfully delectable red quinoa salad we had at <a href="http://www.counternyc.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">Counter</span></span></a>!</p>
<p><span style="font-weight: bold;">Red Quinoa Salad:</span></p>
<p>1 Cup Quinoa<br />
1-2 Cups Broccoli<br />
1 Avocado <br />
Olive Oil<br />
Roasted Almond Slivers or Roasted Pumpkin Seeds (optional)</p>
<p>
Cook quinoa according to package directions (usually takes about 20 minutes). Steam broccoli. Slice and cut up avocado in cubes. Stir together and drizzle with olive oil and sea salt and fresh ground black pepper to taste. Top with a sprinkle of slivered almonds or pumpkin seeds! Eat it up!
</p>]]></description><guid>http://www.livwhole.com/having-fun-til-it-hurts</guid></item><item><title>Ups and Downs . . . Mostly Downs</title><link>http://www.livwhole.com/ups-and-downs-mostly-downs</link><pubDate>Mon, 26 Apr 2010 15:10:46 GMT</pubDate><itunes:author>Jennifer Galardi</itunes:author><dc:creator>Jennifer Galardi</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[<p>What a weekend. My eyes were like waterworks and I could never be sure when the tears were going to start. It was so unexpected, because my Friday started out pretty kick ass. It was a beautiful day here in NYC. Sunny, breezy, warm. Perfect Spring has sprung type of weather. After some PR photos with my gal Kelsey from <a href="http://www.crunch.com" target="_blank">CRUNCH</a>&nbsp;for an upcoming workout in SELF Magazine, we decided to wander over to the best "fast food" place on earth, <a href="http://www.pret.com/us/our_food/" target="_blank">Pret a Manger</a>. Or as New Yorker's would call it, simply "Pret". Now before you get up in arms at the words "fast food" check out their <a href="http://www.pret.com/us/our_food/" target="_blank">website</a>. This stuff is FRESH as it gets in a box. No soggy lettuce or wet bread. Ick. Nothing fried or even grilled. Fresh baked whole wheat breads, wraps and salads makes this place a standout and NYC fave. Kelsey and I decided to try the <a href="http://www.pret.com/us/menu/salads_sushis/salmon_brown_rice_salad_101444.shtm" target="_blank">Salmon and Brown Rice Salad</a> which seemed very similar to the brown rice bowls I love to make at home. I was skeptical about the whole salmon part, but I shouldn't have been. This thing ROCKED and has a healthy balance of wholesome unrefined carbohydrates (brown rice), protein (salmon and edamame), fresh veggies (cucumber and red cabbage) and healthy fats (let's hear it for the omega-3's in salmon!). My new fave. The only thing missing for me was avocado! So we also split an <a href="http://www.pret.com/us/menu/sandwiches/avocado_parmesan_101197.shtm" target="_blank">Avocado and Parmesan</a> sandwich as well. Not QUITE as healthy, but damn it was good. I've been in love with my avocados lately and using them in a simple salad I've been loving all weekend. To be honest, if you've read my <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Jennifer-Galardi/105713996517?ref=ts" target="_blank">Facebook posts </a>recently, I've been downing desserts like it was the fourth meal of the day. I felt the need to clean up my act a little bit, nutritionally speaking. Here's the Detox Salad I've made for dinner two nights in a row:</p>
<p><strong>Detox Salad</strong>:</p>
<strong>
Shredded Red and/or Green Cabbage<br />
Mixed Greens (Mesclun salad mix, spinach, ARUGULA and KALE are my faves)<br />
1 Roma Tomato<br />
Slices of Red Onion<br />
1/2 Avocado (or more if you wish!)<br />
1/4 cup Edamame (optional)<br />
1/2 Lemon<br />
EVOO and Balsamic Vinegar<br />
Sea Salt<br />
Cayenne Pepper</strong>
<p>
</p>
<p><strong>Toss all ingredients in large salad bowl, drizzle with EVOO and a few dashes of Balsamic Vinegar, squeeze the lemon on there, add a little S&amp;P and mix well so the avocado mixed with the liquid gives it a nice creamy "dressing" like texture. Simple, fresh and YUMMY.</strong></p>
<p>
Ok, back to the weekend. I continued to bask in the sunshine of the day on Friday walking all the way down to the Village, making pit stops at BB&amp;Beyond (my new home away from home as I begin remodeling this apartment in NYC!) and Lohemann's (I really need to get back to work at some point. I don't even like to shop and I'm shopping.) Decided I would get a workout in and popped into <a href="http://www.equinox.com" target="_blank">Equinox</a>&nbsp;a little before 5pm. At this point, my day was still fantastic. I received a dose of inspiration and surge of energy on the treadmill so decided to hop into the open studio and start working on choreography for my <a href="http://www.livwhole.com/workout" target="_blank">dance class on Sunday</a>. It came pouring out of me like water out of a faucet. I love those routines that just seem to find their own steps. I left the gym with a good foundation for the routine and still chipper and happy. Somewhere between the subway home and midnight, my mood shifted. Unexpectedly, unpredictably. I came home just worn out and exhausted and had a late conference call at 7pm with the west coast. Again, all good there too. No reason for this sudden turn. I was scheduled to go on a date to see a documentary film, and just couldn't get excited. But I was committed and really did want to see the film about choreographer and dance pioneer, Anna Halprin, <a href="http://www.breathmadevisible.com/" target="_blank">Breath Made Visible</a>. I begrudingly dragged my ass in the shower but felt rushed and annoyed as I hustled to make the 9pm viewing. We had to wait in line for the previous viewing to finish and I could barely stand. I was becoming crankier by the minute and I felt awful for my date. I was no sort of good company tonight. Finally, we entered the theater and after an introduction by Anna herself, the movie began. I was not prepared for the emotions that this film stirred in me. Anna Halprin was not your typical ballerina. Nor was she a traditional modern dance choreographer. This woman felt EVERYTHING. And now revisiting the <a href="http://www.breathmadevisible.com/" target="_blank">website</a>, I can tell the musical score had a lot to do with the emotional stirrings in my body. Not to mention Anna and her husband, landscape architect, Larry Halprin's lovely relationship which is a true testament to what it means to be a life partner in love and friendship. Everything about this film is inspiring and beautiful. Even when it touches upon some ugly topics, such as Anna's cancer. &nbsp;The woman basically healed herself through dance. I sat in awe of this woman who never compromised her expression or her movement. Nor apologized for it. If we all could be so daring in the exploration of our emotions, no matter what form we choose. It was quite simply, beautiful. While I did cry, I was holding back what would surely have been an embarrassing and uncomfortable situation for my date. I needed a much bigger release. Yet, after the film, I suggested we go somewhere for dessert. Seriously? At 11pm? Why? Was I avoiding going home and dealing with the emotions that were bubbling up inside of me? Wanting to shove them down with sweets? Probably, yes. Although the dessert was yummy, I was disconnected and didn't enjoy it, nor my company, as much as I should have. I went home only to receive a large package that unlocked the dam holding back the flood of tears that began to run down my face. What began as a beautiful day turned into quite frankly, a wet mess. I finally cried enough to drain myself of any energy and fell into a not so peaceful sleep of unpleasant dreams. And awoke with what I like to call a 'crying hangover'. Saturday felt very lethargic for me, and while it was a beautiful day outside, I stayed inside as the tears continued to pour on and off like a dripping faucet. I threw myself into the many home chores I needed to do, trying to keep myself busy and occupied. I finally decided it was time to get outside, tears or no tears, for a walk. My first stop was an attempt to make my body feel better after my late night sugar rush. <a href="http://www.liquiteria.com/" target="_blank">Liquiteria</a>. Some of the best darn juices in the city. A little more shopping (am I detecting a pattern here?) and walking around the city. I shunned any social offers to return home, clean up and make my Detox Salad above. I was going to be nice to myself, read and watch another documentary, <a href="http://www.foodincmovie.com/about-the-film.php" target="_blank">Food Inc.</a>&nbsp;I know it's been a phenomenon for about a year now, but I was just getting around to watch it. While nothing in the film totally surprised me, it is a MUST see for anyone who wants to know more about where a majority of our food is coming from these days. Please&nbsp;<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tK825QV-nZ0" target="_blank">watch the trailer here</a>.&nbsp;&nbsp;Again, another very powerful and inspiring film about one of my other passions . . . . FOOD. &nbsp;And a great motivation to change the way this country's agricultural system operates. I could go on and on about this topic, but I'll save that for another day. I collapsed once again to bed with a more restful night of sleep.&nbsp;<br />
Since I feel like I am dragging on and on in this blog, I'll finish it similar to how I finished last week's blog. With a story of how dance continually saves me. I was still not feeling 100% Sunday morning, but the rain gave me an excuse to stay inside, rest, and finish my choreography to a song that has always, and continues to, move me. <a href="http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/breathe-2-am-single/id197045002" target="_blank">Breathe</a>, by Anna Nalick. I poured my heart and soul into teaching that routine last night (thank you to all who shared their passion and energy with me yesterday afternoon at <a href="http://www.equinox.com" target="_blank">Equinox in Columbus Circle</a>. You saved my weekend!) and as always, felt so much better for it. I'm not going to lie, I felt very alone and very sad this weekend. But looking back, it's something I needed. Time to process, time to release, and time to cry. We all need that every now and then to come out bright and shiny on the other side.&nbsp;</p>
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