Body Soiree

"Make your Vision so clear, that your fears become irrelevant."  I am not a Social Media Expert. Nor do I pretend to be. I, like a lot of people, use Social Media for fun and business. Meeting new people online can be fun and I do love the great conversations that I have had with many. For me, the positive outweighs the negative.  So this past week must have been a full Moon for ding-bats on the internet! The spewing! The verbal attacks! The out and out verifiable untruths that were being bandied about was amazing! The "Thumb-Thuggery" was over the top. Presenting Case #1: The Online Expert...of nothing.  You would think that when a person says they are an expert on whatever they say they are an expert of, they would be able to answer questions regarding topics connected to their alleged expertise(say that fast three times!)? Right? Well, I tried posing a question to one of these "Experts" and was called rude. What? Am I rude because I asked a question ...

As a Personal Trainer and fellow Human Being, I tend to wonder about the mental state of people. Look! I get it! Everyone wants the "hot and perfect" body(as if that exists) but what I don't get is subjecting our children to these crazy, unrealistic expectations.  Why are parents hiring Personal Trainers for their pre-teens? Nine and ten year old children with Trainers? Really!? Unless they are some type of sports prodigy; I don't get it. Shouldn't outside be their gym? Whatever happened to playing outside? or if it is too cold, playing INSIDE!? When did this become passe'? I actually heard a group of twelve year old's and I knew they were twelve by the class they were in, discussing how they try not to eat carbohydrates! At twelve I didn't know what a carb was. I knew meat, vegetables, fruit, rice and potatoes, I didn't even know those were starches! Now where did those children learn this? The Parent(s)! Body Dysmorphia and myths regarding food a...

Have you ever had one of those weeks where you really have to ask: What the heck was going on?!  I wish I could say it was everyone else that had gone a little bonkers, but it was me as well, I can't lie to you.  It started out with me being locked in a cage, in the basement of my place of work. Yes, locked in a CAGE! I won't go deep into how it happened( because it makes me look really dumb and you don't need that thought in your head) but I will say this: I built a mountain of crates to get over the cage wall and as I went to swing one leg over... My Vagina spoke to me! In a faint, but clear voice, I heard: "Do you not see how narrow that ledge is my dear? Are you really going to straddle that? Let's take a moment Dawn dear to think about this and the pain that will be there after your balancing act." How did I get out? I screamed until another Trainer heard me. I will never live this one down. Twice this past week I have been blocked by cars on train tracks...