I've only been doing pilates for about two weeks now and I really think I'm gonna stick with it. Yoga has occupied a lot of my time off and on for years, but I just had my first pilates class recently - and I don't think I'll ever want to go back to yoga now. It's not that I dislike yoga, I just don't really care about focussing on all of the breathing stuff, I think. Maybe when I'm older I'll give more of a shit about that kind of thing? Not sure. But for now, I'm think I'm looking for something that's more heavily involved in lots of movements and strength stuff. And that is exactly what pilates is all about.
Why should you try it out?
- It can range from being really tame to grossly exhausting, depending on the teacher, which is a good thing. Why is that good? 'Cause if it were the same level of intensity at all times, that would get monotonous. And also, some days you want to push yourself.
- It's, in my opinion, more active than yoga. Unless you're into how calming yoga is, then cool, stick with that. But if you've ever done yoga and have either scoffed at it or thought it wasn't for you? Definitely try pilates as an alternative.
- It's not just for women. Most classes I've gone to have been 90% women, but I've talked to male personal trainers who swear by going. They say that it helps with a man's flexibility more than anything (which is something most men don't care about apparently? And they should.)
- If you skip going to the gym and go to a class instead - you don't feel terrible about the no gyming.
- You learn to get bendy as hell.
Anyway, if you ever get a chance you go to a class, definitely go. I love it to death. I know it's only been two weeks, but it's the only sort of exercise that's managed to excite me and make me want to keep going. And I feel like that's a hard thing to come across.
Sidenote: Just because I do healthier stuff now does not mean I won't review donuts and/or pen an essay exploring the greatness of all the different kinds of gravy in the world.
"The Tentsile Stingray was conceived as a portable 3 person treehouse. It offers occupants a spacious triple hammock interior, accessed via a hatch through the floor or via a large front door. It can be suspended at any height and if dry, can also be pitched on the ground." - tentsile.com
There's very little that attracts me to the idea of camping - the bugs, the night bugs, no proper toilets, the shitty food, possible bear attacks, night noises, the wet morning air, the stinky people around you (not my own stink, I'm kind of into that stink), etc. - but if one of these floating tents were involved? I'd be all over it. And the thought of sleeping in mid air? Neat as hell. I don't really understand how you'd actually get into it, but since it costs about $1000, I'm sure there's some kind of invisible ladder or something.
(Also, the lumpiness of the ground is never a good bed, world. Stop sleeping outdoors if you have the choice. It's silly.)
Is this post self-indulgent? Yep. Did I just find these prints at my parent's house and need to post them immediately? Bigtime.
Knowing that this costume was even AVAILABLE in a Canadian Glamour Shots sums up so much about how Canada views the U.S. and that's hilarious to me. And the fact that not only did this outfit exist in Canada, but I chose it. Why? 'Cause I love America, boyo. Even at age 11. I really hope you still exist somewhere, Glamour Shots. I really, sincerely do. (P.S. I was/am overly proud of my pose choices. Lotta thought went into those gems.)
Everyone has really specific opinions about good pizza in New York. I do have my own favourite place, but that's mostly because any place that has thick-cut pepperoni will always win my heart. Anyway, I finally went to Zagat's number one rated pizzeria over the weekend.
Why does Grimaldi's suck? Lots of reasons.
- The pizza itself? Fucking average at best.
- The wait time is long (and that would be fine if the pizza had the ability to blow your face off, but is does not). And the line is outdoors (which would be hell in the winter).
- The servers don't give any kind of fucks.
- No liquor license. (In this day and age? Nope. Fuck off.)
Please do not waste your time and go here. Don't do it. I've heard way better things about Juliana's pizza (which is right next door, and is run by the original people behind Grimaldi's), so I'll make sure to try the pizza over there next time. Zagat's can eat it.
I still maintain that the best pizza in New York is at Patsy's (as well as Angelo's, different restaurants, owned by the same people, with the same menu). So if you're really looking for something good, then just go to either of those places. They don't look like much from the outside, but I've never taken someone there who's been disappointed.
Come Sunday, I will be making these cupcakes. Crushed up bits of Jolly Rancher candies are used as the meth in this recipe - and honestly, that makes me a little nervous (aren't Jolly Ranchers, like, the hardest of all hard candy? How is that tasty?), so I might substitute those with crushed up blue M&Ms or blue sprinkles or even blue cotton candy. Nevertheless, such a good idea for a treat during the series finale. What else could you indulge in? Maybe some Dimple Pinch, if you're hardcore.
Anyway, just a few ideas to spice up the finale. The show's been great and obviously it'll be missed. Also, did you happen to see RJ Mitte being a babe last month? Yikes. I'm pretty into it.
