williamsburg walk


I wanted to share with all of you my night that I’m really proud of. Instead of going out to the few Superbowl parties I was invited to I knew in my heart I wasn’t ready for all the temptation. I just successfully completed a cleanse day yesterday and I knew I wouldn’t be able to handle it. Instead, I signed up for the Superbowl Halftime spin class at SoulCycle with my favorite instructor. I dripped sweat and felt amazing and as I left the studio I decided to walk home instead of taking the subway. So there I was, walking through China Town and Little Italy over the Williamsburg Bridge. As I approached mile 2 I found myself mentally visualizing all the things I wanted this year. I thought about all the things I was going to do this week to get me one step closer to finishing my Isabody challenge, and now I feel ready and pumped for the week ahead. It’s the first of the month and I think it would be a great idea for you all to think about how you are going to make the next 30days the very best you can to get one step closer to your dreams! 

You don’t have to have a great past to have an amazing future. I’m 4 weeks binge free and I finally feel like I have a handle on my food addiction for the first time in a year. Cheers to that. Cheers to everyone making today the very best they can. Everyday counts, never forget that. 

My mom died last night. I held her hand as she passed peacefully in a hospice in Tucson. I will miss her forever. We took the photo above at the Brooklyn Museum back in March. Walking through Williamsburg that day we passed a man in a miniskirt. “I love New York,” I remember her saying. “Everyone is free to be what they want to be here.”

My mom loved to play tennis and sing in the church choir. She loved to travel, and her favorite cities in the world were Paris and Vouliagmeni, Greece. She loved to read and talk about books. She loved Christmas. She loved to laugh. She was kind and forgiving and empathetic. In her final hours, a nurse at her bedside said my mom was “literally the strongest person I’ve ever had the honor of caring for.”

She lived a life full of love and gratitude. Several days before she died, she took a few moments to stare out of a window at the bright, warm morning. Someone asked her what she was thinking about. She said, “How lucky I’ve been.”

If you’d like to read more about her, I wrote about her once here.

I was walking through Williamsburg yesterday when I noticed two lines of firemen, standing in salute outside of their station. A man in a wheelchair was passing between them. When I inquired as to the occasion, I learned that it was a common practice for the firehouse to invite wounded veterans to lunch.