Champagne and Heels

This will be a story of both joy and caution. A couple of months ago I got on a scale which, I don’t normally do unless forced to at a doctor’s office (I prefer to go by how my clothes fit and how I feel when I look in the mirror) and realized I had put on a few pounds. It wasn’t really a surprise since over the past year I had somehow decided that well into my 30’s was somehow the best time to start eating pizza late at night and ignoring all those rules I had followed over the years about more lean protein than carbs (wine doesn’t count). Anyway, you get the picture. So I did what any smart woman in LA does: I panicked. I quickly filed thru all of my options and decided to try Bar Method which a girlfriend of mine seemed to have literally shrunk from doing. I usually run with a trainer twice a week but clearly that wasn’t cutting it. I started with the Continue reading →