Monday, February 27, 2012

Monday MOETivation: The Spiritual Bitch

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I started reading Deepak Chopra's "The Seven Spiritual Laws of Success" this morning. Now, before you go rolling your eyes and handing me a yoga mat, please understand this: I am not one of those hoity toity crazy meditating bitches. I do not set aside two hours a day to silence, and I sure as hell am not calm. But I'm working on it.

What inspired me to read this book was the fact that I could relate to it. I've been struggling lately with the word "success," and anything you read about success has to do with money and business 99% of the time. So when I saw that there was a spiritual take on it, I was in.


The word "success" can have many definitions. According to the dictionary, success is "the accomplishment of an aim or purpose." But what does that really mean? Are you successful when you are doing what you love? Do you have to be making money at what you love to really be successful? Are you successful because you have a big title at your job? Are you successful because you raised your child to be a law abiding citizen as opposed to a serial killer? Or is success just being able to pay your rent and bills?

Chopra has a really interesting point of view on spiritual success and it's something we should all pay attention to. In short, he wants us to look beyond the material wealth of success. He wants us to view success as the "experience of the miraculous." That means putting aside all the big houses, fancy cars, and shallow aspects of success, and finding the creativity and divinity within us. Success is about creating and cultivating fulfilling relationships, maintaining good health, and having energy and enthusiasm for life. DING DING DING! 

I literally felt as if a giant weight was lifted off my shoulders as I read that. I think we get so caught up in defining ourselves, our careers, and our passions by tangible items that we often lose sight of what really matters. I have definitely gotten caught in that vicious cycle more times than I can count. I do not make a living off The Champagne Diet, yet I continue to work hard by using this blog as an expression of myself and my creativity in order to connect with everyone who reads it. That is what matters to me. Would it be lovely to give up my day job and have a stream of income to do this all the time? Absolutely. But that is not the driving force behind it. And it never will be.

So I encourage you to really think about what success means to you today. If you can let go of all the BS and really get in tune with the creativity and passion deep inside of you, I guarantee you will uncover something amazing.

Cheers!



Thursday, February 23, 2012

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Wednesday, February 22, 2012

REMINDER: Join Me at Bubble Lounge TONIGHT!

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What are you doing tonight?

How does Champagne, live music, food, and a sabering lesson sound?

If you're in the New York City area, I would love to see you TONIGHT at Bubble Lounge! I will be guiding guests through a Champagne tasting, complete with four different high-end Champagnes and appetizers to match. Anders Holst will be tearing down the house with live music, and at the end of the night, one lucky guest will be presented with a complimentary bottle of Champagne and a sabering lesson!



Tickets are $35 in advance, and $40 at the door. Please RSVP to amy@twoshepsthatpass.com

Hope to see you all there!

Saturday, February 18, 2012

The Champagne Diet's Ten Commandments of Being Fabulous

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Learn it. Love it. Live it.


I. Thou shalt be aware of thy best asset and work it like the rent is due tomorrow.

II. Thou shalt never leave the house looking like a hot mess. At the very least – apply a  little lip gloss. You can spare 35 seconds.

III. Thou shalt not compare thy self to others. You are a diva in your own right.

IV. Thou shalt find thy passion and make it a part of your everyday life.

V. Thou shalt never settle. Life’s too short. There are other fish in the sea. You know the drill.

VI. Thou shalt toast to at least one accomplishment each night. Preferably with a glass  of Champagne.

VII. Thou shalt take risks. Fear is not sexy.

VIII. Thou shalt indulge in only high-quality, nutritious foods. Fast food is so 1990’s.

IX. Thou shalt always leave room for Champagne.

X. Thou shalt believe, with every bit of thy being, that you are one fabulous bitch.


Friday, February 17, 2012

Radio Podcasts Are Now Available!

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Happy Friday bubble lovers! 

As you may or may not know, I've been a regular guest on "Ask Dr. Fritz," a radio show on WWRL here in New York City. The shows have been so much fun to tape. We've covered a slew of topics ranging from relationships, to pursuing your passion, to family stress. I absolutely love radio and am so excited to be on board with Dr. Fritz for more shows in the future.

If you haven't had a chance to listen live yet, podcasts are now available. Check them out, and let me know what you think!




Thursday, February 16, 2012

Champagne, Sabering and Live Music, OH MY!

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I'll be hosting a Champagne tasting at The Bubble Lounge on Wednesday, February 22nd from 7-9 pm. If you're in the NYC area, come down and check it out! There will be live music from Anders Holst, and I'll be pouring four different Champagnes paired with light appetizers. One lucky guest will win a bottle of Champagne from The Bubble Lounge and get to saber a Champagne bottle! If you don't know what sabering is, click here, and then RSVP to amy@twoshepsthatpass.com to get your tickets! $35 in advance/$40 day of show, price includes Champagne tasting and live concert. Hope to see you there!


Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Toast to Hope

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Up until last year, Valentine's Day for me was never anything special. As a chubby, freckle-faced kid, I used to sit by each year in school while the pretty girls got carnations sent to them by the boys I had crushes on. I always hoped that one of those "secret admirer" deliveries to science class would be for me, but they never were. Instead, I got a box of Russel Stover chocolates from my grandmother (not complaining, those things are fucking delicious).

Then, as I got older, I dated, but somehow never wound up with the guys who actually celebrated Valentine's Day. Instead, they'd either hide out or stage a fight with me to avoid the holiday, leaving me to either stay home or hang out with my girl friends at some "lonely hearts club" party at a dive bar.

If someone had told me back then that I'd not only wind up with a Valentine, but that Valentine would be waiting for me at the end of an aisle, ready to marry me, I'd tell you that you were smoking crack. Me? The awkward, nerdy girl who was obsessed with mixed tapes and John Hughes movies that nobody else my age related to because they came out when we were 5? I was not the girl who got the hot guy or the happy ending. But there I was last year, dolled up in a big white dress and feeling like the most beautiful girl in the world, getting married at the top of the Empire State Building on Valentine's Day. I was living out the ending to a cheesy romance novel, and I was loving every minute of it. The only thing missing was a black stallion. But hey, you can't have it all.

Photo by Aaron Almendral

And I know why I found my happy ending. It's because no matter how bad things seemed for me, I always had hope. I never once threw in the towel and expected that my life would be less than amazing. I knew there was something better out there for me, and I knew it was in my hands to make it happen.

My wish for everyone this Valentine's Day is that your day is filled with hope. Hope for love. Hope for a happy ending. No matter if you're in a relationship, teetering on the edge of a break-up, or single, this day is about the hope and excitement of love. Real, honest, genuine, love. Today is about looking at the little old couple that still holds hands after 60 years of marriage, and thinking, that will be me. It's about thinking back to your first date with your significant other and remembering how sweaty your palms were, and how you lost your breath when you first saw them walk into the room. It's about your husband eating like a slob in a stained sweatshirt and still being madly in love with him. It's about believing that love exists, even if right now it's just between you and your pug.

So get out there and take today on with an open heart. And tonight, toast to hope.

Cheers!


Monday, February 13, 2012

The Champagne Diet™ Menu at POP Champagne Bar!

Pin It Now! Go ahead, pinch yourself. You're not dreaming! POP Champagne Bar in Pasadena, California now has a Champagne Diet™ menu, inspired by yours truly! Check out the video for the deets!


Wednesday, February 8, 2012

WINEspiration Wednesday

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Monday, February 6, 2012

Objects in the Rear View Mirror May Appear Better Than They Ever Were

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It’s 8 pm on a Thursday night, and you and your girlfriends are on your second cocktail, sharing some fried calamari,shooting the shit. There are two main hot topics that monopolize Girls Night: Dieting and men. You start talking about how you hate your thighs, how you just can’t seem to lose these last 10 or 15 pounds, how you never have sex anymore, and then it starts. MEMORY LANE.

“I used to be SO thin when I was dating Brian, do you remember?”

“I never wore a size 14 before in my LIFE!”

“I used to run 5 miles and barely break a sweat, I was so in shape back then.”

The lies, the lies the lies. You were never really ever THIN. You have worn a size 14 or more than one occasion, that's why you have an arsenal of “fat jeans” at the bottom of your closet. And you ran 5 miles once in your life and couldn’t get out of bed for days afterward. Stop bullshitting yourself. You were never ANY of these things! You just think you were.

For some reason, it’s so much fun/torturous to romanticize these better versions of ourselves in our head. I’m not quite sure why we do it. Maybe it makes us feel like we were better at some point in the past so we shouldn’t feel bad about being less than perfect now? Or maybe we think it’ll somehow catapult us into starvation/exercise mania if we think we can achieve these unrealistic goals that we KNOW are impossible.

The same exact thing happens when talking about past relationships.

"But when it was good, it was good."

"He really wasn't that mean to me..."

GET REAL. You moved on for a reason. He fucking tortured you! Don't you remember how shitty you looked at work every day because you stayed up all night crying over this jerk? Do you not recall sitting on the floor in your living room in wine-stained pajamas lamenting over this break-up, wondering if you'd ever have the strength to leave the apartment EVER again?

But for some reason, we always make it sound better than it ever really was.

Whatever the reason may be, these fantasies will probably continue for the rest of our lives. In our minds, we will always have been skinnier, happier, had thicker hair, walked 5 miles to school in the snow, and had clearer skin. We all secretly know none of it was true. But you know what? It gets us through the day. And as long as it puts a smile on our faces to reminisce about these fairytale worlds, rather than be haunted by them, I’m okay with that.

Friday, February 3, 2012

I Am A Fighter Baby, I Will Not Stop

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So if you've been keeping up with my tweets, you've noticed that I have developed quite an obsession with boxing. Muay Thai, to be exact. It started back in October. I was at my therapist's office, in tears, wondering why I was so damn depressed. I have everything I want in life! Why am I feeling this way? What's wrong with me? I'm miserable. Do I need drugs? This isn't normal!

"When's the last time you went to the gym?" he asked.

I bowed my head in shame and flicked the sleeve of my Starbucks cup. "I don't have time. I'm SO busy. I just can't fit it in my schedule anymore!"

Truth was, I had become much too accustomed to coming home and drowning in a couple glasses of red wine each night rather than burning off the anxiety at a Spin class.

"You need to leave my office right now and go put on your gym clothes and workout," he said.

"But I'm exhausted..."

"Doctor's orders. GO."

I left his office, wiping the mascara off my cheeks that had drizzled down my face during my pity party. I took out my phone and paused to remember the number to my gym. There had been a time where I had it programmed in my contacts, and could recite it backward and forward by heart.

I googled the number and contemplated calling. Could I really do this? I wondered. I knew the only way back into the gym was with a great trainer and a new workout plan. I had to go hard or go home. The treadmill was not gonna cut it this time. I had collectively logged dozens of hours on the elliptical machine over the past few years and I knew my body had gotten used to it. I needed someone to push me, and something to inspire me again. I needed to feel challenged.

I made an appointment that night with a personal trainer who specialized in Muay Thai. I had no idea what Muay Thai was when I signed up (it sounded more like a Chinese dish to me), but I knew it involved kicking and punching things. And in the state I was in, that was music to my ears.

The next night, I had my first Muay Thai session and never looked back. I've been training for 4 months now, and I'm getting stronger each time. I'm more toned, more empowered and most importantly - happier than ever before. There's something about watching your body -- and mind --  transform that is so amazing. The fact that during my first lesson, I could barely raise my leg high enough to do anything that resembled a roundhouse kick, to now doing combos and flying around my gym like a character from Street Fighter is mind blowing.

But it was at my last session when I realized just WHY I love boxing so much. I was on my way to the gym, and Christina Aguilera shuffled onto my iPod. "Fighter" came on, and I started listening to the words. I remember listening to that song a few years ago when I really felt like I was hanging on by a thread and fighting with every piece of me just to get through the day.

Makes me that much stronger
Makes me work a little bit harder
It makes me that much wiser
So thanks for making me a fighter
Made me learn a little bit faster
Made my skin a little bit thicker
Makes me that much smarter
So thanks for making me a fighter


Boxing a fighting sport. It's about endurance, and picking yourself back up again after you fall on the floor. It's about perfecting your skill and technique so that each time you're in the ring, you can fight better and smarter. It represents everything I believe in about life. I've fallen down and gotten back up more times than I can count. But the point is, I got back up. 

And I always will.

And that is something worth toasting to.


Wednesday, February 1, 2012

NY Winter Wine Festival with Thirsty Girl This Saturday 2/4!

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Thirsty Girl and The Champagne Diaries are coming to the New York Winter Wine Festival! Be sure to follow @beathirstygirl on Twitter and Facebook.com/thirstygirl as I bring the event to you LIVE! I'll be Thirsty Girl's social media maven for the night, posting photos and updates as the ladies sip their way through the evening. It's gonna be a great time in the best city in the world! Event kicks off at 3 PM ET!