Hourglass Workout Montreal Grand Opening September 2016

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HOURGLASS WORKOUT MONTREAL is moving to a BIGGER space near NDG with more classes as of September 5th. Try the new Space for a month by taking advantage of this Pre Sale SPECIAL offered to NEW MEMBERS ONLY 30 Days for $30.00…. Yes only 30 dollars!!!!!!!
Use promo code 30FOR30MTL on the one month membership.
What do you have to loose ???
New Schedule: Monday to Thursday 6am,9am,10h15am, 6h15pm,7h30pm
Saturday 9am,10h15am
http://www.hourglassworkout.com
thessiane@hourglassworkout.com
✨HURRY OFFER WILL END WITHOUT NOTICE ✨

xxxxxxx,

Janice

My Dance Shoes Are On.

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I am a dancer. Am I ? Really ? Yes I am. I’ve been dancing ever since I could walk…
Why do I love to dance you ask? Because it makes me happy, it gives me the opportunity to express myself. When I dance I don’t feel stress, I don’t feel anything negative, just the joy from moving to some song, and the joy of the energy going through my body.
Another reason why I love to dance is because when i dance and see someone looking at me, and then see them go “Wow!” It just makes me real happy. On the other hand when someone says I’m doing something wrong, I actually even enjoy improving on my self.

My dance shoes, just my normal shoes so nothing special there, what makes dancing special is just the movement. Not the place, not the shoes, not the outfit. Just the movement.

And what music do I like to dance to? Anything that I can feel that has a real feeling in it, and anything that has a good rhythm. My dance shoes are on which is why I’m starting a dance class in a few days. Stay tuned on the blog and social media for more on my dancing series/ adventure: Dancing with Janice. Inspired by dancing and images via free dancing.

xxxxxx,

Janice

The French Girl’s Guide to New Year’s Resolutions

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It is often said that nobody does life on earth better than the French. If this is true, then the holidays must be the pinnacle of this journey, complete with gluttonous feasts and debaucherous parties to rival no others. But what comes after, when the Dom Pérignon buzz fades and the New Year rolls in? Does the accompanying spirit of new beginnings and quest for self-improvement reach French turf, or is this yet another banal pursuit that this nation is (enviably) resilient to?

“After an intense weeklong food orgy, filled with foie gras and champagne, the question of New Year’s resolutions inevitably arises,” says Stéphanie Delpon, cofounder of Paris creative agency Pictoresq. “Most of them are linked to well-being and self-fulfillment: eat better, exercise more, be more productive, don’t hold off your dreams until tomorrow . . . .” Sound vague? Delpon confirms that the French are skeptical about making drastic resolutions, often seeing them as “a load of nonsense that is recycled year after year, quickly left forgotten.” Instead, they prefer to approach the New Year as a time to realign one’s priorities, starting with the very basics:

Head to the gym. The first resolution on every Parisienne’s agenda is to finally commit to the dreaded exercise torture chamber that she is inherently wired to resent, otherwise known as la salle de sport. Since this contradicts her mojo of being “effortlessly perfect,” she chooses to approach it more as a winter morale boost and some much-needed “Zen time” rather than a quest to drop those extra brioche kilos (which will inevitably come off in the process!).

Return to the essentials. Surprisingly, French women are not as trend-immune as they appear, often falling into the same high-street traps as their U.S. counterparts. “Our closets are constantly exploding! Every year, we aim to narrow it down to the essentials, to eliminate compulsive shopping and fast-fashion purchases that we regret five minutes later,” says Delpon. Another Parisian acquaintance sets a strict shopping cap of five new pieces a season, which allows her to build out an enviable garderobe with editorial precision.

Step it up. While we may aspire to the sneaker-clad ease of Caroline de Maigret, Parisians actually resolve to step it up—literally. “Every year, I promise myself I’ll put away my sneakers and start wearing my heels, adding a bit of much-needed elegance!” says Paris fashion merchandiser Julie Palasse, stressing that heels, when done right, can transform one’s attitude and posture. But no half-measures: “Just nothing in between—Parisians go all the way!” she adds.

Forgo the apéros. While the renowned esprit français is most notable on terraces and lighthearted friendly gatherings, the first weeks of January are generally spent ignoring social life in favor of balanced, home-cooked meals. This is no way entails cutting out entire food groups or embarking upon a spartan existence of green juice and granola; instead, the Parisienne simply turns off her phone, digs up a healthy recipe, and retreats to her couch with a good book.

Which leads to the main one:

Work on yourself. With the concept of “le burnout” being on the tips of Parisian tongues, there is a definite notion of taking more time for yourself, of stepping away from technology and exercising one’s attention span with a good book. “Next year, I plan on having something to read with me everywhere I go,” says a French girlfriend over coffee, showing off a historical novel that would probably take me all of 2016 to tackle. She seems excited to embark upon this mission, seeing it as a way to go back to her true interests that are often lost in the day-to-day shuffle. In the words of Delpon: “At the end of the day, it’s not about changing who you are, but rather becoming the best you can be—a stronger, more centered version of yourself!” And you certainly don’t have to be French to do that.

Marina Khorosh is the author of DbagDating.com via Vogue. Photographed by Irving Penn, Vogue, April 2006.

xxxxx,

Janice

It’s A Club No One Wants To Join

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It’s true it’s a club no one want to join as I am a daughter who grieved my dad. The enthinkable happen to my mom who became a widow in her mid 30s, I  was 13 years old, my sister was 12, my other sister was 8, my brother was 7 and baby brother was 3 years old. Mom and dad had a dream to have a big family and to leave happily ever after but the universe decided otherwise…. I was reading the article on Facebook COO who is supporting other widows in the wake of her husband Dave Goldberg’s sudden death at age 47; I truly admire the strength of Sheryl Sandberg While Grieving: “It’s a Club No One Wants to Join”.  Sandberg also shared a story of sitting at her daughter’s recent soccer game with another woman who had lost her spouse, and how they didn’t have to utter 10 words before Sandberg felt understood. She told me that she was reliving her loss through mine and I did not even need to tell her how I felt. I’m sharing the article here perhaps it will help someone who’s going through it and know that you are not alone. Read more below:

“There is no doubt that this country is grieving for Sheryl Sandberg and her family. The unexpected nature of the death of her husband, Dave Goldberg, seems hardly comprehendible — no doubt, even more so for Sheryl. At 45 years old, to become a widow is an indescribable shock. I know. I lived it, except I was 35 years old when it happened to me.
There are approximately 29,000 other women under the age of 49 and living in the United States that can claim the same. They make up an exclusive club none of us ever wanted to become part of. We became members anyway and so did our kids.
Unlike Sheryl Sandberg, many of these women had to bear the added insult of overcoming a significant financial burden, suddenly, thrust upon them due to the loss of their partner. The fact is, Social Security death benefits only cover children up to age 18. After that, these kids are “on their own.” Spouses receive nothing in the way of death benefits until they reach the age of 65. It’s a painful reality that needs to be changed. My personal circumstances forced me to work 24/7 while raising my little ones with as much of a “hands-on” approach as possible.

Today, things are a lot different. My life is barely recognizable from what I once knew. My children are much older too and all of them are doing extremely well. In fact, my oldest is heading to medical school this fall.
I am writing this article not to spew out numbers or scream injustice. I am writing it to share my sincerest condolences with a woman I do not know but, in many ways, know quite well. My hope is to help make this time in her life a bit easier with the following wisdom — wisdom from a longtime member of the same club she has now joined:

1. Take your time to grieve as — even if you try to rush it– grief has its own timetable.

2. Take on the task of sharing what Dave would have wanted to share with his and your children. It is important that they know him, even if he can’t be around to share.

3. Establish traditions that keep Dave in your children’s lives throughout their youth. My children and I light a candle for my late husband prior to every dinner.

4. Cocoon as much as possible with your kids for the first year after their father’s passing. They need time alone with you and you with them.

5. Others will assume that you and your kids are feeling the loss exactly like them. Realize, this tendency is innocent and not meant to be hurtful.

6. Take baby steps into your future and realize that you will make mistakes along the way. That is O.K. You have never done this before.

7. Cry when you feel like it. It is healthy.

8. Realize that life is made up of many chapters — some more important than others. Dave was an important chapter in your life but not the end of your story. That may sound insensitive right now but it is true.

9. It is Dave’s love for you and yours for him that will allow you to love again.

10. Finally, honor his life by living yours well and teach your children to do the same.

Sheryl, 29,000 women’s hearts go out to you. The bond we share is one of loss but it is also one of strength, courage, perseverance, and eventual, renewed living. I am certain — given the choice — each one of us would rather not have you walk amongst us, but since you are here, know that you have our spirit and example in which to hang onto throughout the entirety of your journey.
Just as you have spent so much time “Leaning In” for others, we are now here to “Lean In” for you!”

Tip #10 is so true my mom always honor dad’s life by living well and teach us children to do the same. I love you mom.

Article by Laura Wellington Media and Technology Entrepreneur, Blogger via http://m.huffpost.com/us/entry/7244322

Sheryl I am sorry for your loss and my heart goes out to the many women, daughters and sons around the world who have experienced this loss too.

xoxoxo,

Janice