Life isn’t a multiple choice test, your first instinct isn’t always your best guess.

I’m learning to let things simmer. If you have been in my cycle class you’ve heard me say just because I feel something and can articulate it doesn’t make it truth. Feeling something and articulating it in my mind or even farther out to my voice doesn’t make that thought my truth, or a truth some one else should adopt. If you notice your current thought doesn’t match your goal can you divest from that thought for a moment or a season and see where your dream will take you?

That’s somewhat esoteric, I know so, here are some examples from my daily life.

Thought A: “I’m too tired to work out today, I should get extra rest since rest prevents wrinkles I may be better off…” But your goal was to work out 5 days a week and this is a day you can. Get up and give it a shot some exercise is better than no exercise.

Thought B: “It’s hot in this room, I really didn’t want to work out this hard today, and I’m done.” Why did you come to class in the first place, to burn off some steam or weight or…?

Thought C: “I don’t want a step-father for my kids, I won’t get married again until they’re grown up.” But your goal is deep connection and love. There are many options if you can open your imagination and re-write your own rules of the game.

Fear is easier than faith. Faith takes time to simmer, but faith is worth so much more, so Fill Your Cup.

Recipe for this Bison Meat Stew, a whole clove of Garlic minced 2 small yellow onions, one yellow pepper, 3 Tablespoons of frozen mashed potatoes left from Thanksgiving, one small yam, one small parsnip, 2 handfuls of mushrooms, 3 cubes beef bullion, a shake of tarragon, 3X a pinch of truffle salt, water and time to simmer. *Note simmer is a low intensity choice on your stovetop.

Bison Stew

Bison Stew

Fill Your Cup in a relationship

How much is enough?  Is your appetite for relating bigger than it needs to be?  

The more I’ve taught and practiced moderation the more I’ve learned about my own emotional cup.  When I’m a little tired or anxious, I crave more attention from my relationship, and that doesn’t always fit in his schedule (or mine.) 

What if I could feed my own cravings with self care?  Not medicating with food or alcohol but with a long walk, cooking or a yoga class.  What 10 things make you feel fulfilled?

Happiness in a couple isn’t much different than weight loss.  Fill a smaller cup than you initially want and savor what’s in it.  Cherish the moments together and cherish the hunger for more.  Endure the separation with thoughtful attention to what feels good and what you crave.  Desire is good it means he (or she) still makes you hot, you don’t have to satiated that feeling the moment, or even day that you notice it.  Like hunger, let it ride feel it fully and then plan and fill your cup with the best moments you can imagine!


A recipe that’s tangy, tart, crunchy and cleansing!


After a kid weekend full of pepperoni, fries and bar-b-que, even though I generally keep portions cup size I’m ready to lighten the cup and cleanse my intestines.  This is one of my go to remedies.

Slice a small head or (half of a large head) of red cabbage into strips and then dice into bite size pieces

Add a chopped up bunch (I used the whole bunch from the market) of parsley,

Add ¾ cups (half of the 9 oz box) golden raisins.

Stir all 3 primary ingredients in a bowl (I like the pyrex ones with a lid) nearly cover with apple cider vinegar a cup or so, add 4 tablespoons of agave and add 4 tablespoons of olive oil and stir.  Add salt and pepper and let it sit in the fridge for several hours  Stir again before serving.

Fill Your Cup.

Classic Black Dress

Most fund-raisers and award functions in Southern California and Arizona where I’ve lived have cocktail attire black tie suggested as a dress code any more.  In my experience only rarely, is formal black tie really required.  It’s always lovely to see your man in a tux but hemlines are flexible.


Once upon a time in 1992 I was browsing in the Sacks Fifth Ave, in Pasadena after my shift at California Pizza Kitchen.  I was barely a woman at 20 years old and I fell in love with a classic black gown. It was the most beautiful fabric but started at a 4 digit price.  That price had been slashed with red pen into an amount that I made in a month’s time.  Since I was young and passionate I bought it!  I had a sorority winter formal upcoming and it was lovely.  It was the first gown I’d bought with my own money.  It elegantly presented the classic feminine physique so I have kept it all these years.

When Andy invited me to a southern black tie party for the National Space Club’s 25th Anniversary dinner, I pulled out my beautiful black gown.  I decided it needed and update so a quick nip and tuck in alterations with Danese Creations, Scylvia a woman who has more style in her pinkie than all the women on my block. (and I live in a stylish neighborhood!)  I wore my classic black dress, this week (22 years later) with delight.  I had to lighten my cup for 3 weeks before the party but wearing my college dress was fair compensation for giving up snacks and full meals.

Julie & Rocket


“….like the lasting remnant of a summer strawberry.”

“….like the lasting remnant of a summer strawberry.”

Those of you who’ve taken classes with me for years know I read the paper. I read the Sunday New York Times from my tub and it takes me until Thursday night.

There’s a great article by Amanda Fortini in the magazine this week about lipstick. (By “the magazine” I mean The New York Times Style Magazine.) Maybe because I wasn’t allowed to wear red lipstick in high school, I think red lipstick is the height of woman-hood. I am, like the author unlikely to paint on showy make up every day. No one’s mistaken me for a glamour girl or a diva, in day to day life. Yet the line in Breakfast at Tiffany’s where Audrey Hepburn says, “hand me my purse darling a girl can’t read that kind of thing with out her lipstick” stirs my inner Aphrodite and inspires all the bliss of being a woman.

But I am all 42 years into woman hood now with the wrinkles to prove I’ve done hard things and I’ve laughed a lot more than I’ve cringed. I have lines in my skin and I wonder how red lipstick may bleed into my lip line like the raspy voiced, chain smoking piano teacher I had as a kid? (She had red lines of her mouth etching outward like a mini rivers of blood flowing from a dangerous sea.) Do I need a primer? a plumper? I need a plan!

The plan: layer layer layer: bases, lip liners and pigments and then blot blot, fading out the color in order to look berry stained rather than painted on. The formulas of new lipsticks bleed less but they still sell bases. Your finished look is beautiful prepared for an evening of LIFE, eating drinking kissing and smiling. Not to slick or perfect (whew) I’m in – all in!

I bought a Wallgreens option for $30 Sally Hansen primer Covergirl liner (Passion) and Covergirl Blastfipstick (Vixen) as well as a Nordstrom option fro $65 Kisskiss lip lift and a Nars (Fire down below) I think I’ll wear them all at once. Why not?

Living lean is as much about filling your cup with life, sometimes its about what fills you up away apart from meals, for me, today, it’s lipstick – what is your appetite for life craving? What fills your cup?


piano pic w lips