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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.

Some drinks I've found quite refreshing and their recipes, if necessary, are below.

ICED PASSION TEA:

4-5 Bags TAZO herbal PASSION tea (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'.)
4 cups boiling water
Stevia and/or agave nectar

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!

Something else I live off year round, but love it more in the summer, is the SYNERGY brand of Kombucha. 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, click here.

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 Apple Cider Vinegar (I find Bragg's 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. 

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? Watch this. 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 Amy and Brian's, as I feel theirs tastes most like the real deal. They even sell one with the pulp! Delish. I also like VitaCoco or O.N.E. 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!

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 here. Mine is an Excalibur and I LOVE IT!

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.

Simple Broccoli and Avocado Salad:

1-2 heads fresh broccoli (Broccoli is not one of the 'Dirty Dozen' 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.)
1/2 Lemon
1/4 cup Extra Virgin Olive Oil
1 Avocado (same with the broccoli with regards to 'organic')
Sea salt and pepper to taste

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!

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.

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.
Yes, some may call it wandering. I prefer to call it living.

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.
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 Shape Up NYC in conjunction with Equinox, 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 Svasana, 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. 
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, 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. 
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. 
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 intellectual 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. 

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 Nana's No Wheat) 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 . . . 
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 Pure Food and Wine, my FAVORITE raw restaurant 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 real 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 White Light Tini, 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 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. Pure's Mint Sundae. I don't 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 "Butter" (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 morning lattes at Puerto Rico Importing Co. 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 Schiller's. 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. One deviled egg, 2 oysters and a KILLER artichoke salad 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.

Hummus and Avocado Open Face Sandwich: 
1 slice whole grain bread (my new favorite is Hemp Seed Bread from French Meadow Bakery )
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!)
3 slices avocado
2-3 slices ripe juicy tomato of choice (heirlooms are coming around!)
Generous helping of fresh sprouts
Salt and pepper to taste

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. 
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!

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, TABLA 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, Dr. Fitness and the Fat Guy, also known as Dr. Adam Shafran and Lee Kantor. Who, I may add, are particularly funny. I've done several interviews 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 avocado! Does it get any better? Let me answer that for you . . . . NO. I would seriously question someone who doesn't adore the avocado. 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 this website with a boatload of recipes all including the avocado. Ok, back to Friday night. Of all the amazing dishes on Tabla's menu, 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, cumin, 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 lululemon 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. 
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 Kentucky Fried Chicken 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 Double Down. 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, COUNTER in the East Village. Although, don't get me wrong, vegans have their version of junk food too. I certainly never feel deprived of anything. Can you say "Chickpea Popcorn"?!!? 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 roasted 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! This recipe 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 (Did I mention the apple cobbler with cashew milk ice cream? Ugh. . . ) 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 Oliver's 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 Equinox. Once again, thank God for dance. (Watch one of my favorite lyrical pieces I've choreographed in a while here!) 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 Wellness Formula 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 Counter!

Red Quinoa Salad:

1 Cup Quinoa
1-2 Cups Broccoli
1 Avocado
Olive Oil
Roasted Almond Slivers or Roasted Pumpkin Seeds (optional)

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!

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 CRUNCH for an upcoming workout in SELF Magazine, we decided to wander over to the best "fast food" place on earth, Pret a Manger. 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 website. 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 Salmon and Brown Rice Salad 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 Avocado and Parmesan 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 Facebook posts 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:

Detox Salad:

Shredded Red and/or Green Cabbage
Mixed Greens (Mesclun salad mix, spinach, ARUGULA and KALE are my faves)
1 Roma Tomato
Slices of Red Onion
1/2 Avocado (or more if you wish!)
1/4 cup Edamame (optional)
1/2 Lemon
EVOO and Balsamic Vinegar
Sea Salt
Cayenne Pepper

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&P and mix well so the avocado mixed with the liquid gives it a nice creamy "dressing" like texture. Simple, fresh and YUMMY.

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&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 Equinox 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 dance class on Sunday. 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, Breath Made Visible. 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 website, 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.  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. Liquiteria. 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, Food Inc. 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 watch the trailer here.  Again, another very powerful and inspiring film about one of my other passions . . . . FOOD.  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. 
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. Breathe, 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 Equinox in Columbus Circle. 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. 

A late Thursday night with one too many martinis induced a very mellow Friday afternoon and evening here in NYC. I just don't bounce back like I used to. I now find myself strategically planning my evenings out so that I make sure I don't have to do anything too taxing the next day. Getting older is sad. It's also wonderful. But sad. I spent most of Friday indoors organizing a very messy life after months of travel. Papers had piled up, receipts everywhere, W-9's to be sent to the accountant (Yes, I punted on last week's frightening deadline. The IRS will just have to wait to suck me dry.) and DVD orders to be sent out. Basically my only trip outside all day was to the post office. I made a go of it at the gym, but after five minutes on the treadmill, decided to punt on that, too. It just wasn't happening. I decided that I would later go to NY Hot Yoga to sweat out any remnants of whatever caused the previous night's damage. Mission accomplished. That room was so damn hot and delicious. I dare say it was the most I've sweat in any hot yoga class including Bikram. And it felt oh-so-yummy. Needless to say, I wasn't going anywhere that evening except my couch. I had made some brown rice earlier and decided to check my cabinets to see what I could drum up. Although, as you've probably surmised, I'm not a huge fan of food in a box, I did buy some Indian fare a while back. It was as good as night as any. I was too exhausted to even dial the phone for take out. So I whipped out a little Spinach Dal from Tasty Bites Indian Food and popped that puppy in the microwave. (Yes, I DO use a microwave.) Two minutes later I was thoroughly enjoying it over some brown rice and have to admit . . . it was pretty damn good! And they've got a bunch of vegetarian options with very little processed and unrecognizable ingredients. Score! What I also discovered quite recently is that I can rent movies on iTunes for under $5! Genius. Basically, iTunes will keep the movie in your list for 30 days. But once you start the movie, you have to watch it within 24 hours. Given I don't have a television, it's the greatest thing since sliced bread. I chose "Up In the Air" with my meal. Sadly, I was more impressed with the Spinach Dal than the movie. Early to bed meant early to rise on Saturday. I love quiet mornings with my lattes. I got some work done, and then it was off to the gym for a little workout. When I came home I whipped up one of my favorite smoothies and instead of using my normal coconut water or almond milk as a base, I tried some Berryblossom White Iced tea from TAZO which gave my berry smoothie a nice kick! Here's my recipe:

1/2 cup TAZO Berryblossom White Iced Tea     
1/2 cup goji berries
1/2 cup frozen berries of choice (I used mixed)
2 tbsps. almond butter
2-3 heaping tbsps. hemp seed protein powder (or powder of choice)
2 tbsps. flaxseed or ground flaxseed
1 large scoop Green Superfood (I'm using Macrogreens brand now)
Pinch of sea salt
Drop of vanilla
1 dash Steevia
Agave to taste

Combine all ingredients in blend and blend away til smooth! Add more liquid or ice if necessary! Green tea would probably be equally yummy in any fruit smoothie for a great energy boost and burst of anti-oxidants. 
After the smoothie I was charged for a late afternoon date at MOMA for the Tim Burton exhibit. I had been dying to see it and had yet to go to MOMA so it was a win-win choice all around. It was crazy packed and a little annoying as I am not a big crowd kind of girl, but it didn't detract from a lovely first 'date'. Ugh. I hate that word. Anyway, after sitting in the garden, and taking a load off (I wanted to look cute so I certainly didn't have the appropriate foot attire for standing around a museum for two hours), a drink was in order at the Modern. (One of my favorite spots in the city) Score two seats at the bar and the bartender places . . . what's this???? TRUFFLE OIL popcorn??? Oh heaven. If you are unfamiliar with the most fantastic variety of mushroom there is, please. Treat yourself to anything with truffles in them. They can be pricey, but it's just one of those amazing delicacies you have to have at least once in your lifetime. The day continued into the evening with good food, good wine and a spontaneous visit to the theater to see RACE, David Mamet's latest piece. Again, I had been wanting to see this for a long time. What a treat! It was neat to see Hollywood power houses such as James Spader (man, he was great in "Pretty In Pink"!), Kerry Washington, and Richard Thomas (John Boy!) on the stage doing theater. Another discovery? I was really beginning to like this guy. Especially after we stopped for post theater wine at yet another place I had never been, the Royalton hotel. Apparently, they had recently re-done the lobby and it was beautiful. A fireplace (which, oddly enough was much needed in the end of April in NYC . . . will it please get and STAY warm already?) set the warm, cozy and just a tad romantic atmosphere of the lobby lounge. We sat and chatted and . . . ok, enough about my date. 
The weekend was not over before I discovered one more thing. That dance is the most powerful tool I own for emotional release and cathartic expression. Actually, I already knew this, but I was reminded just how healing dance is for me. It was a rough Sunday morning. Dawn came too soon after my enchanted evening and I was awaking to get ready to go to a dear friend's mother's funeral. I don't need to tell most of you that one of the saddest most painful things you can witness is someone you love going through such a devastating experience. Carie's eulogy was both poignant and humorous. Under the circumstances, she did lovely and remained a rock for her family and loved ones. I am so proud of and inspired by her strength, but as funerals often do, this occurence threw into question all that was important in my life. I returned to the city, emotionally confused and decided to go to dance. Although I was going to take the day off from any physical activity, I came to the conclusion that this had nothing to do with 'working out'. I was going to dance because my soul needed it. Not my body. And I was right. I danced the shit out of what was, for me, an emotional lyrical piece to Michael Jackson's "What About Us" (thank you James), thrusting any anger I had at Carie's mother's cancer and any sadness I felt, into my feet and my body. Bloody feet and all. And it was the best discovery I made all weekend. 

This past weekend I found myself with nothing on my 'agenda'. It was truly the first time all year where I didn't have a looming deadline, a class to teach or choreography to create. And I wasn't on a plane either. Wow. What was I going to do with myself? Friday afternoon found me exhausted. All I wanted to do was collapse. So I basically did. I ran a bunch of errands, trying to get my life back in order from a long trip away and wondering how I was going to clean up this apartment? That's it, I decided. Taking care of me meant not only taking care of my career and my nutrition, but taking care of ALL of me. Including my home, my personal space and my spirit. I needed rest. So I downloaded "Up In the Air" (which I haven't watched yet), cleaned up my work station and found an organization that would recycle old electronics in the city on Saturday, as I've been trying to dispose of two archaic dinosaur-like televisions without wrecking havoc on the environment. (By the way, if you are in NYC and need to do the same, please check out the Lower East Side Ecology's Center for dates and drop off locations!) A good start.
My Saturday morning started out like any other for me. Meditation, latte, breakfast, computer work, etc. Someone came by to pick up a huge piece of furniture I've been trying to get rid of (YAY!!!! Cleaning up shit!) and then it was off to drop off the televisions. Check. I even had time to stop at my favorite chocolate store in the Village, Pure Dark, to pick up dessert for the Paella party I was co-hosting later in Brooklyn. (Wait, did I say nothing was on the agenda for the weekend? Apparently, I lied. I forgot I was to help with a dinner party. Small detail.) They have a new variety that is darker and richer than any of the others. I think it's called their "SERIOUS" chocolate and if I'm not mistaken it's straight up 80% cacao. We all know how I love my chocolate! I dropped off my friend's car back in the Village and thought, wow. Only 12pm. What am I going to do with myself? It was a beautiful day so I decided to start walking. I stumbled into an AMAZING smelling coffee roastery, Roasting Plant, remembering I needed some more of that tasty bitter goodness that saves my life every morning. I added a latte and thought a morning of espresso and dark chocolate could lead to nothing but good! Where to next? I figured I would drift east and head to the Union Square Greenmarket and see what delicacies I could find there. But lo and behold, directly in my path lay a lululemon store. Well, well. Isn't that convenient? Convenient for my style, but no so convenient for my wallet. Whatever. I must say, this sea green runners top looks smashing on me  and I need headbands. Very functional. But I had to pull myself out of there before any other products sucked me in! Across the street to the Greenmarket where I found a lovely Manchego cheese for the Paella party, a perfect Spanish accompaniment. Somehow, a homemade oatmeal carrot raisin cookie also found it's way into my basket. But when it's made with nothing but all natural ingredients that I can pronounce, I never concern myself! Quite a yummy addition to my latte and chocolate brunch! As I wandered through I decided to walk all the way home to prepare for the trek to Brooklyn to help my friend with the dinner party. The best laid plans . . . . somewhere at about 18th and 5th Ave., my friend from L.A., Ken, called to inform me he was finally free from the morning's Bat Mitzvah obligations and could we meet up. Sure, I said, but I swore I only had about a half hour as I had to go home, clean up and get my ass to Brooklyn. Well, Ken happened to bring a friend who, let's just say, made it much more compelling to share beers and head to Brooklyn in what I was already wearing. Yes, two hours later, my new friend, sans Ken, and I hopped on the 4 train over to Cobble Hill. Sweat pants, grubby t-shirt and sweatshirt be damned. I didn't care what I looked like (although a shower would have been nice) as I had an unexpected afternoon of great company, laughter and good conversation. Which, in my book, trumps appearance any day of the week and twice on Tuesdays! After his initial annoyance at my tardiness, my co-host seemed to forgive me as I brought along an extra pair of hands to help chop and prepare. (Thanks, James!) As the guests began arriving, and raves for the food began to flow, along with the sangria, I forgot all about what I looked like and found myself marveling at how wonderful my afternoon, and now my evening, had turned out to be. And I hadn't even planned it that way! And I certainly didn't plan on staying out until 3am, but I didn't seem to mind my later than normal bed time much either. I was smiling and laughing more than I had in a long time and was reminded, once again, how good it can feel to let go and be spontaneous. You never know who you'll meet and what you'll find. I found inspiration, new friends, and great food. Plus, a new recipe to share! Here is the fresh salad I made for the Spanish style fiesta! Totally off the cuff!

Hearts of Palm Salad:

1. 3 jars hearts of palm (I found Trader Joe's to be wonderfully tasty with a great consistency. Not too firm or too mushy!) 
2. 2 avocados
3. 1 red onion
4. 2 Vine Ripened Red Tomatoes
5. Bunch cilantro
6. EV Olive Oil and Balsamic Vinegar
7. 1 lemon or 2 limes
8. Sea Salt
9. Black Pepper

Slice first 4 ingredients into nice bite size chunks, not too small. Chop Cilantro. Toss 1-5 in large serving bowl with the juice of lemons or limes, and the remaining ingredients to taste. You won't need a lot of balsamic as the citrus will provide enough 'bite'. SUPER EASY, SUPER HEALTHY AND SUPER TASTY!

My last day here in Los Angeles and I'll be boarding another plane in just a few short hours. I'm tired of traveling and can't wait to be home in NYC where I can begin preparing my own food again and pay attention to my nutrition to really get my body back to optimum functioning capacity. This week has been disastrous for me. It has proven the necessity for me to be on a disciplined diet, not from a 'low-fat, carb cutting, calorie watching' perspective. But to be more mindful of making the best possible choices for me and my body. Pay attention: This does not necessarily equate with RESTRICTION or DEPRIVATION. All I'm saying is I know what my body needs to run like a well oiled machine and I haven't been giving it that. My energy is low, I've been supplementing with more caffeine, (never a good option) and feeling, well, just blah. Next week, I'm home and going to kick off Spring with a 3 day cleanse from my favorite provider of all things good and fresh, Blue Print Cleanse and so I don't feel completely deprived, am planning on testing out their new program, the  Juice til Dinner package which is more up my alley. I know it's not the BEST way to eat, and contrary to what all the other 'experts' out there proclaim, but I can make it through my day with very little sustenance and really need some nourishment come 6pm or so. I am constantly on the go, teaching, taking classes, etc. and for the most part, a heavy lunch does not sit well with me. Hey, cut me some slack. I just started eating breakfast a little over a year ago. Anyway, judge if you'd like. It works for ME, but I am not recommending it for everyone. If you are able to sit and digest your food in the afternoon, or do your workouts in the morning or plan your workouts for after work, then, absolutely. A good filling, satisfying lunch is best. Period. End of story. Ok then. Enough about future plans and on to the present. While I'm in LA, I, unfortunately rarely cook. My breakfasts usually consist of my morning latte (those of you who read my blogs or writings frequently know what this is all about!) and a raw food bar and/or a piece of spelt bread with some almond butter slathered on it. Lunch, well, we've already discussed that above. I'm usually running around picking up a snack here and there from Whole Foods or Erewhon or wherever else I can pull over and pick up something to eat in the car (I know, I know . . . ). Dinner is my time to sit with friends that I haven't seen and catch up. The usual haunts? Real Food Daily, M Cafe, blah, blah, blah. But I was over them this week. I needed a fresh perspective, something new. And I found a few great places this trip. First and foremost, my new favorite,  CRU in Silverlake. It's a little out of the way for me, but worth the drive. This vegan and mostly gluten free restaurant serves up both raw and cooked food. It's AH-MAAAA-ZING! I started with the raw squash and curry soup last night and chose the mushroom and asparagus crepes for my main course. Caroline, my wonderful friend, had the risotto. To DIE for. And of course, being the dessert whores we both are, Caroline ordered this 'off the menu' treat of yummy-ness with carmelized manna bread, raw vanilla ice cream and homemade caramel sauce. (Our waiter actually apologized for the wait on our dessert because the kitchen was making some fresh caramel sauce. Uh, we forgive you.) I love three hour dinners with nourishing tasty food and wonderful company. Thank you to Cru, Chef Rachel and Caroline for making my final LA meal memorable. (FYI, Cru also offers kick ass cooking classes every Sunday. Check it out!) Some other new and noteworthy joints in my Los Angeles restaurant book: HealthyCa in North Hollywood for those of you on the 'other side' of the hill, and, for something with a little more atmosphere and a great place for both vegetarians and none alike, AKASHA in Culver City (some of the BEST sweet potato fries I've ever had my hands on!) Akasha also makes KILLER drinks with all organic ingredients and fresh squeezed juices. You have to have the 'Emerald City' with Tru organic gin, house made basil elixir and fresh lime. Seriously? It's too good. Be careful! If anyone else has some recommendations whether in LA or your city of choice, post them here! I love to hear from people in the know about where to go! Happy Passover/Easter everyone and have a great weekend! 

I say 'Why Not?!?!' As long as you're not downing a bowl of Cocoa Puffs or a Snickers bar first thing in the morning, a little all natural deep dark cacao bean in some form is perfectly acceptable in my book. I am no stranger to the sweet stuff in the morning (see my recipe for the ultimate Chocolate Chunky Monkey) and as I reviewed my choices of LARABARS this morning, it became apparent to me that more often than not, I opt for this flavor in the morning. My favorite variety of Larabars are the Jocalat ones (fancy way of spelling 'Chocolate'???) which of course all include, yup you guessed it . . . Unsweetened Chocolate and Cocoa Powder as a main ingredient.  I figured I could either criticize and scold myself for not having something like toast and almond butter, or some other buttery, eggy, protein filled option, or I could simply embrace my adoration for the brown stuff and feel great about it. I choose to embrace! But which flavor to embrace? Chocolate Coffee, Chocolate Mint, or just plain old Chocolate? (By the way, there is also German Chocolate, Chocolate Cherry and Chocolate Hazelnut . . . just an FYI!) This morning, only the Chocolate Mint would do. Mostly because it was already opened. (What? I had a late night sweet tooth. Don't judge!) These tasty treats are high in fiber and chock full of good, natural stuff like almonds and dates. If you rather eggs in the morning, these will do just fine as an afternoon snack or pre workout boost (the natural sugars found in these bars are a great source of fast energy providing carbohydrates).  MMMM, MMMM, GOOD! Don't get me wrong, I still love my hot tasty oatmeal in the morning, but with as much traveling as I've been doing lately, these are the perfect way to start my day and go great with my ultimate latte! They don't melt, they are portable and they are just about, well, perfect. In order that I don't sound too much like an advertisement for Larabar (unless of course they want to ship me a few cases free and then I'll plug em all they want!) I do want to let you know that my chocolate addiction didn't stop there this morning. OH NO . . . there is this GREAT dark chocolate store in the West Village that sells nothing but, you guessed it DARK CHOCOLATE. It's called PURE DARK and you won't find any of that icky diluted, crap filled milk stuff here. This place is nothing but PURE DARK CHOCOLATE goodness. Everything in here is amazing, from their slabs to their spicy hot cocoa! (Although my recipe for homemade spicy cocoa is pretty friggin good too!) But my favorite thing to do is mix up my own little concoction. You can mix and match from a variety of nuts, dried fruits, and of course, cacao nibs (little bits of pure unadulterated chocolate). So I proceeded to down a couple of tablespoons of one of my favorite mixes I created. I call it the "Galardi Special":  Dark Chocolate covered cacao nibs, ginger bits, shredded coconut and chopped pecans. (I also love a blend with blueberries and slivered almonds) I've been nibbling (or downing may be the more appropriate word here) this blend for days now and finally just polished it off as I write this entry. Good riddance! I can NOT be tempted to get more, as good for you as it may be in healthy fats and fiber. Unfortunately, PURE DARK is in the direct path of my return route from my BARRE ASSETS class every Tuesday at CRUNCH. Darn those Pure Dark people. And I have plenty more suggestions on what to buy when you just can't seem to resist the temptation of a sweet treat. Email me HERE! Enjoy your weekend!