A couple weeks ago, Jelly Bean and I got to do a little shopping and photoshoot with Athleta as part of their #ShareYourOm month! All photobombs courtesy of my cat, Luna. Seriously cats must think we are SO WEIRD.
This week is going to be AWESOME here at the GFE! I’ve got 5 amazing giveaways for you – one for each day, starting today! I’m super excited to share all this stuff with you guys! But more on that in a minute.
First, I want to wish all my American friends a wonderful Labor Day and I hope the rest of you are enjoying the sunshine today! I will be partying with my family – and by “partying” I mean walking around in a cold medicine-induced haze and trying to stay away from any grilling as I cannot be trusted with fire right now while my children run in circles and scream. I finally went to the doctor this weekend and the verdict: Double ear infection, sinus infection and bronchitis. They gave me antibiotics and Mucinex-D which I discovered has pseudoephedrine in it – which means I haven’t slept in 40 hours now! Fun!! Speed of any sort is not my friend. (This will hopefully explain the disjointed nature of this post…) ANYHOW.
My girl Rachel Cosgrove – author of The Female Body Breakthrough which was one of my top 3 favorite Great Fitness Experiments ever – is back with her hotly anticipated follow-up book. And because she was kind enough to send me a review copy the Gym Buddies and I have been testing it out. We’ve been lifting. We’ve been sweating. We’ve been foam rolling. (Lie: I still don’t feel anything when I foam roll. I try it half-heartedly about every third workout.) And it’s been…
Okay, this is awkward.
I don’t know how else to say this other than I’m kind of disappointed. I didn’t want to be. I kinda feel like a traitor. I love Rachel, you guys. I adored her first book. It was life-changing for me. Between the FBB and The New Rules of Lifting For Women (her weight-lifting collaboration with her husband), I learned to love lifting heavy and embrace building muscle as a training goal as opposed to losing weight. She bucked the conventional wisdom and created new, challenging and creative workouts. Her new book? Well, I think this anecdote sums it up:
I swear I did not do this to her. Totally Jelly Bean’s idea! You can’t hear but she’s giggling. She has no idea what a dunce cap is anyhow. But this is the ending!
This is how it all started:
When a mysterious pink package showed up on our doorstep, the kids pounced on it. Despite my protestations that it was “just for Mommy’s blog” and was only going to be clothes, the kids were convinced that it was a magical gift sent from Santa himself. (I swear my kids are magpies: Shiny! Shiny! Where? Oooh shiny!)
It turns out they were partially right. But it had nothing to do with what was in the package:
Wheee! While mommy was super excited to get her PV Body gift box, the kids chucked them in a heap and got to the business of playing with the REAL present. The envelope itself. People think it’s a silly cliche that kids are more happy with the wrapping than what’s in it but I offer this to you as evidence of it’s veracity:
Fact: 70-75% of how you experience flavor is due to your sense of smell.
Anecdote: A friend told me about a friend (isn’t this how all good anecdotes start?) who had lost his sense of smell in an accident and consequently lost 20 pounds easy-peasey because, in my friend’s words, “Everything pretty much tasted the same. Brownies tasted like whole wheat bread so why not just eat the bread then?”
At the time my eating disorder – one of several, is there such a thing as multiple personality disorder for EDs? – was in full swing and I fantasized about losing my sense of smell. Wouldn’t that be awesome?! I’d never have to struggle with my weight again! Of course I’d never be able to luxuriate in the smell of my baby’s hair fresh out of a bath or inhale a lilac so hard the petals shoot up my nose. And what’s Christmas without my homemade orange-cinnamon potpourri? Then I realized that while I really wouldn’t miss brownies much – they’re just kind of meh for me – I’d definitely miss being able to appreciate a fragrant curry or an almond sugar cookie.