(Mrs. Hot is having thrilling summer adventures. The latest inspiration, titillation and transformation returns in October.)
IN WHICH I’M NOT READY FOR PRIMETIME BUT DIVE IN, JUST THE SAME.
STATUS: Quit my horrible job: Check; Writing full time while promoting a book I’d published: Check; Cosmetic surgery planned: Check; Weight loss: In Progress. READ MORE
(Mrs. Hot is having thrilling summer adventures. The latest inspiration, titillation and transformation returns in September.)
IN WHICH I INVOKE MY INNER PETER PAN AND COMMIT TO THINKING ONLY LOVELY THOUGHTS.
We’ve talked about toxic jobs, toxic food, and toxic inactivity and how our makeover from shot to hot requires eliminating those negative influences. Now it’s time to address our thoughts. READ MORE
(Mrs. Hot is having thrilling summer adventures. The latest inspiration, titillation and transformation returns in September.)
IN WHICH I EMBRACE EXERCISE, AN ABSOLUTE ESSENTIAL DAILY EXERCISE IN SELF-LOVE.
Just watching my calories and carbs would never cut the mustard, my new condiment of choice since my beloved mayonnaise had been reduced to a soupçon of its previous robust intake. READ MORE
(Mrs. Hot is having thrilling summer adventures. The latest inspiration, titillation and transformation returns in September.)
IN WHICH I MAKE MY PEACE WITH THE FACT THAT IF I AM TO HAVE MY JUST DESSERTS, I CAN NEVER, EVER LIVE AGAIN ON JUST DESSERTS.
Now that I’d made the jump to joy that is my vocation as a writer, I’d have to attend to the bad habits which had enlarged my presence while shrinking my prospects. READ MORE
(Mrs. Hot is having thrilling summer adventures. The latest inspiration, titillation and transformation returns in September.)
IN WHICH I BEGIN TO EMBRACE SELF-LOVE, BEGINNING WITH MY TALENT.
Transforming my diamond-in-the-rough self into the dazzling brilliant I was always meant to be (Talk to me, Harry Winston!) would require chipping away at several facets. READ MORE
(Mrs. Hot is having thrilling summer adventures. The inspiration, titillation and transformation returns in September.)
IN WHICH I EMPLOY A PRIVATE — MAKE THAT PRIVATES — DETECTIVE OF SORTS TO REVEAL THE SOURCE OF MY ISSUES.
Though I felt my current weight imbalance — like all previous episodes of blimpdom — had been conceived in that closed sexual chakra in childhood, I had never understood its exact genesis at a specific moment in time. READ MORE
(Mrs. Hot is having thrilling summer adventures. The inspiration, titillation and transformation returns in September.)
IN WHICH I BEGIN MY EPIC MAKEOVER BY TACKLING MY ISSUES AT THEIR ROOTS — AND THIS TIME CLAIROL HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH IT.
I had been a longstanding student of yoga, though my practice had taken a back seat as my own backseat expanded.
The Plow — with my legs behind my head — was no longer an option, my huge rack and belly effectively suffocating me in that position. READ MORE
(Mrs. Hot is having thrilling summer adventures. The titillation, inspiration and transformation returns in September.)
IN WHICH I MAKE THE DECISION: “AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT.”
Now, as part of my Herculean transformation, I committed to my dream of writing full time. This required a brave, bold step signaling to the universe that as my vision board decreed, I deserve literary success, while signaling to myself, that I deserve to be happy. READ MORE
(Mrs. Hot is having thrilling summer adventures. The titillation, transformation and inspiration returns in September.)
IN WHICH I BEGIN THE TRANSFORMATION FROM SHOT TO HOT.
Now if there’s one thing my coyly unspecified number of years on this earth (alright, just between us, fifty-eight of the pesky things) have taught me it’s the power of focus to attract what you want. READ MORE
(Mrs.Hot is having thrilling summer adventures. The titillation, transformation and inspiration returns in September.)
IN WHICH I DECIDE TO REINVENT MYSELF INTO A GLAMOROUS CREATURE, IN THE MOLD OF SHE WHO DREW ME TO NEW YORK IN THE FIRST PLACE, HOLLY GOLIGHTLY.
Growing up in the monotonous, gray winters of the Midwest, I was struck by the revelation of Breakfast at Tiffany’s at the age of eight. I declared, “That’s for ME!” and never looked back; since then, no matter where else I’ve tried to live, I’ve come crawling back. READ MORE
I'm a gorgeous goddess of a certain age who transformed from shot to hot, a feminist playa refusing to go into the sunset without a Mojito in one hand and a hunka hunka burnin' love in the other! Because sixty IS the new forty or even thirty I will not be dying with my boots on, but with my Jimmy Choo stilettos, thank you very much. I, a sexually liberated woman, stand defiantly against ageism and sexism, adamantly asserting not only is it possible to maintain and even enhance our sexual allure as we ripen, we women have the same right as men to vibrant vitality and romance at any age.