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Cathe has been in the home fitness market since 1988. The legwarmers and leotard era is long gone but Cathe continues to be a great innovator. Tomorrow her team is launching the revamped Cathe Nation website, a community site with forums, success stories and the amazing (and free!) Workout Manager.
I've long been a devoted fan of her DVDs and not just because it means you don't need to leave the house to do a seriously kickarse workout.
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I was pleasantly surprised when Jimmy Moore invited me on to his Livin La Vida Low-Carb Show, as I've never been one to shy away from carbs! But no matter what means you use to bust the lard, the experience is always similar in many ways so we had lots to talk about. Jimmy has lost over 180 pounds himself and I thoroughly enjoyed our chat! Topics included – faking a positive attitude, deciding on a goal weight and the joys and pitfalls of baring your soul online.
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I've been in London this weekend, visiting my sister for her birthday. She had a gift voucher for afternoon tea at the very posh Dorchester Hotel. Unlike the snotty lady at the table beside us, I did not sigh and say airily, "I really just don't get hungry in the afternoons" when presented with French pastries and fresh scones with jam and clotted cream.
Why spend £40 on AFTERNOON TEA if you don't like to bloody eat in the afternoon? Sure I should probably walk home to Scotland to burn off the calories but life is for living! Nothing wrong with a little of what you fancy. Mmmm, macaron.
I'm featured in an Austin Chronicle article today by Melanie Haupt – Crossing Over: Bloggers parlay their online success into print. The article explores a particular strain of blog-to-books – ones that "teach us how to be – and how not to be – human".
It's a real buzz to be in an article alongside the lovely Heather Armstrong of Dooce.com who's writing I've devoured since 2001. Can't wait for her new book. The article also features Kerry Miller of Passive Aggressive Notes fame, one of my favourite sniggering-when-I-should-be-working blogs.
Hello world! I know some folks get annoyed when I write about Book Stuff but I assure you this is the very last Dietgirl translation and it would be rude to give shoutouts to Germany and Norway then ignore poor old Finland.
So… hello any Finns out there! I've already heard from some lovely Dieettitytön huimat seikkailut readers (thank you!) who said they particularly appreciated the passionate love story. Not Gareth, but rather Finnish chocolate.
It was a brief but intense affair – just three days in Helsinki almost five years ago. But I still wake up drooling from Fazer chocolate dreams, especially the Tupla and Geisha bars. I think the chocolates got more adjectives in the book than poor Dr G.
Apart from the chocolate and the reindeer with mashed potatoes, my other lingering memory of Helsinki is of wind. Not the excess-broccoli-consumption kind, but rather the wild stuff that blows things over. I was still in my Avoiding Cameras phase back then so the only photographic evidence I've got is a self-portrait beneath the Sibelius Monument that still makes Dr G bust a gut laughing. A ferocious Finnish breeze is all you need for a stunning Flock of Seagulls hairstyle.
The book looks very cool – hardcover with lots of vowels. The acknowledgements are slightly confusing. In the UK version, I thanked Gareth in the last paragraph and ended with, "YOU RAWK" – the Finnish translation of this sentence is "SENKIN LIVERPOOL-FAN!" Very strange!
(Thank you Meri for your help with the entry title!)
While I was in New York I had the pleasure of chatting with Edward Champion for The Bat Segundo Show.
I've been following Ed's writing on the websince 2001 and I'm a huge fan of the Show. Check out the incredible archives, going strong with over 250 episodes – Kate Atkinson, David Lynch, Christopher Plummer, Jennifer Weiner, Martin Amis, Mike Leigh and freakin Bonnie Tyler!
I have to admit I felt rather intimidated joining such a lofty list and I did stumble over many of Ed's thoughtful and thorough questions. I wish I could blame it all on the jetlag 🙂 But I thoroughly enjoyed the experience and as always was inspired and awed by Ed's style and classy questions. None of this, "got any weight loss tips" stuff.
If you love books be sure to check out the Show.
The night before I laid out my outfit three different ways. First in a long line across the hotel room, in correct order of putting-on-ness. Then in alphabetical order. Then finally draped over a chair in formation, like I'd been flattened by a truck – dress splayed, tights dangling beneath, boots waiting below, bra and knickers in the right spot; I even balanced the earrings on the top of the chair. Just in case I couldn't remember how to get dressed by the time morning rolled round.
Yes, yes, the nerves again. I know you long-time visitors are bloody sick of hearing about them, but I still get frazzled before Big Unknown Events. I learned from the kickboxing grading that being ultra-prepared helps, so I slept better knowing that the clothes were in position and there were two alarm clocks and a wake-up call keeping them company.
I woke up by myself at the crack of dawn. Got dressed and then it was 6.15. Two hours to kill before I was due at CBS. I perched on the edge of the bed and practiced not slouching. All the different advice I'd been given played on a loop. Be calm. Enjoy yourself. Don't say anything stuuuupid!
Finally it was time to go and I walked with Christine the Most Excellent Publicist to the CBS studios, past the snow and stinky horses at the bottom of Central Park. We were taken to the Green Room, which was actually blue. It was full of televisions and coffee and food but I decided it would be best to not touch anything, knowing my tendency to scatter breakfasts on my chest.
We chatted with the charming Green Room man then the makeup wizards spruced me up in three minutes flat…. zing! Then I paced and wrung my hands and let the terror and excitement buzz through me. Then the lovely producer arrived to go through the segment and I asked many panicky questions.
"I can do a mock interview right now if you like," she offered, perhaps smelling my amateurism. But I said we'd best not, because if I answered questions now I'd use up all my brain juice and have no words left for the real thing!
The rest of it is a blur. It's like your wedding day, without the booze. I remember feeling like a goose for wearing a dress. If you wear a top and a skirt or trousers you can discreetly pull the microphone up the front of your top then attach the big lumpy battery thingo at the back on your waistband. But with the frock I had to dive right under it to pull the wee mic through, then they pulled the cord behind me and hooked it onto the belt of my dress, which meant I had walk across the set with the dress all hitched up in back, like when you see some lady come out of the loo in a restaurant and she hasn't pulled her skirt down properly and everyone whispers, Dude, poor lady's got her skirt tucked in her knickers. Shame job, as we used to say at my high school. Shame job! This was American Telly and they no doubt saw dress-wearing ninnies all the time, but still, thank goodness for 60 denier tights.
I sat down on the hot seat and looked around. It was so unreal. I wanted to laugh but stuck with shaking like the proverbial shitting dog. There was a teleprompter and cameras and bigass microphones and people with headsets and now a dainty lady sitting across from me, smiling in a calm and reassuring manner. This was Maggie Rodriguez, the anchor. We chatted for a few seconds and then she cleared her throat. Holy crap this is happening what's her name again what's MY name? Concentrate, concentrate!
She asked me a question and I said something and my heart went brrrrrrrrrrrrt and I tried to tune out everything but her voice. I was full of wit and juicy soundbites the night before, in the hotel bathroom talking to myself in the hotel mirror – interview style, not Robert De Niro in Taxi Driver style. The real effort felt fine, competent with no real clangers. I was just getting into it when Maggie reached out to shake my hand.
I untangled the mic and restored my dress to the correct position. Job done, baby! Time to breathe again!
My only regret is that aside from the Green Room pic, I forgot to get photographic proof of the occasion. I walked back up to the CBS building right before I left for the airport and took some pictures through the window while some dude rolled his eyes at me. It's mostly a reflection of the Crate & Barrel store across the street but you can sort of see the spot. Top class!
I've been a rubbish blogger this week as I attempt get back into the swing of things at work and training, but wanted to say thank you for your comments and emails! Also a huuuuge thank you again to Christine and Pam and Jeanette and all the HarperCollins vixens for everything you've done for the ol DG book. You rawk!
Earlier this month I had the pleasure of speaking to Robin Kall on her Reading With Robin show on WJHH Providence, Rhode Island. It was one of the most enjoyable interviews I've ever done – Robin is funny, warm and insightful and I had a blast talking to her. Another must-listen show for the book lovers out there!
Howdy comrades! Wild gooses* could not keep me away from American television this morning, but I did not realise that my segment was being taped. D'oh! So my apologies for misinforming you again. It will be aired next week. It will!