how I survived the physique 57 workout: salt scrubs, candles, bogie and bacall
Today, I struggled with showering, sudden movements and hoisting myself out of bed. Four days a week in the gym and I’m practically in traction. Calling out for Depends, Bengay and Metamucil. The culprit? Physique 57 and the litany of torture devices employed during my workout. Make no mistake – I loved my workout, I’m just feeling its affects. Although my muscles are taut and I’m feeling strong, I’m taking it easy. It’s a TCM on Demand kind of afternoon with a string of Bogie and Bacall classics, takeout pizza, soothing candles and scrubs.
My obsession of the moment? Naturally Upper Canada’s Coarse Salt Scrub in Pressed Olive Avocado ($14.99). You can’t afford to not have this bath and body scrub in your life. Free of parabens and synthetics, and formulated with mineral rich dead sea salt, this body scrub provides the ultimate exfoliation while it soothes and remineralizes the skin leaving it cashmere soft and nourished. I’m smitten with the cool, clean scent, the unctuous mass of smoothing salts that quell the sorest of muscles in the hottest of showers.
As snow trickled down like confetti, I lay supine and took in the 1947 classic, Dark Passage while the whole of my living room was perfumed in luscious figs, rose, amber, and a hint of citrusy, yet astringent, lemongrass. The lazy afternoon was made that much more inviting with Infusion Organique’s Buddha Fig Candle ($38) illuminating the room. From the delicate floral glass to the even burn and subtle scent, you will crave chocolate babka, the curtains drawn, and a black and white movie flickering on the small screen. Toss in some convenience takeout and a blanket and the road to recovery is suddenly in full view.
Permit me a minor digression? Remember when characters used to be called players? And actors had a presence and men were gentlemen, and women were dignified, sophisticated ladies? Perhaps I’m sickened by the likes of a Jersey Shore-obsessed society, but I spent today traveling back in time, recovering from an epic, core-conditioning workout. Remembering when art was plentiful and garbage was kept in dumpsters.
The delicious candle and scrub were sent for potential review/feature.








January 3rd, 2010 at 11:36 pm
Felicia, you are a girl after my own heart. I spent the frigid weekend inside curled up with The Apartment and The Philadelphia Story, baked pasta, aged cheeses, dark chocolate, sauteed mushrooms on toast and the like. It was divine. Next time, I’ll add candles. Thank you for the suggestions as always.
January 4th, 2010 at 2:12 am
I’m not as brave as you to brave such a grueling workout; kudos on that! I certainly get where you are coming from on the old movie front as I LIVE for TCM. I wish I got TCM on Demand, but Cablevision does not provide such a gift. (In fact, they recently took away two channels.) Is TCM on Demand just for lucky Time Warner folks? Sigh. Anyway, nice post.
January 5th, 2010 at 8:23 am
Thanks, guys! I adore TCM and I’m very much a homebody in the sense that I want to have all my joys in one, warm, AFFORDABLE place
January 5th, 2010 at 4:38 pm
I love love love Dark Passage– especially Agnes Moorehead.
Such a great, but under-appreciated noir film.
I’ve seen it half a dozen times– love the technique of not seeing his face until 20 or more minutes into the film. This was done in the 1947 film, Lady in the Lake- we only see Robert Montgomery when he looks in a mirror.
Check it out if you haven’t!
Hugs.
January 5th, 2010 at 10:18 pm
Baby. You don’t see Bogie until after 57 MINUTES or some such nonsense. Crazy technique, though, which I loved.
Agnes Moorehead was FANTASTIC. I wasn’t expecting the suicide.
I honestly just fell in love with Lauren Bacall even more after seeing her in this movie. It’s so rare to see a strong, dignified, smart woman in film these days.