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I used to have calf envy like you would not believe.

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That might make me sound crazy(-er than usual), but calves are one of the first attributes I notice on other women. And other men, come to think of it. I’ve uttered the phrase “ooh she has such nice calves” more times than I’d like to admit. See that picture up there? I think my face literally turned green when I saw it. I would look at nice calves and think I WANT.

Well, friends, calf envy no longer.

In my efforts this past year to get fit, I solemnly vowed to improve my calves. While my genetics blessed me with an athletic build, my utter lack of physical activity hindered me from ever getting the toned muscular look I always longed for. Turns out muscles don’t just grow themselves. You gotta earn ‘em.

Since I have an aversion to working out at the gym, I’ve developed a pretty decent exercise routine at home. Along with getting my ass whooped into shape by Jillian Michaels and her 30-Day Shred, I like to incorporate some exercises targeting areas such as my calves.

Calf raises

I do these on the steps leading up to my doorway at home, often with weights in each hand for a little extra pain and gain.

Nicole from SparkPeople shows one of her favorite calf workouts:

I likey. Quick and pretty painless.

Lest We Forget, Lunges and Squats

In every article you’ll read or interview you’ll watch on the topic, everyone always says lunges and squats are the key to gorgeous legs. They are correct. But ugh, the thought of them used to be so dreadful. I could never get myself to do them. Never ever. So I got someone else to make me do them. ‘Cause really, I work much better when someone’s telling me to get something done. And when it comes to workouts, I like being led by someone sexy who makes me want to amp up my own sexiness.

Enter: the Fit In Your Jeans By Friday: Ultimate Butt Body Sculpt DVD.

My girl-crush on Kim Kardashian (Kimmy K, as I like to call her) went to a whole new level when I picked this up at Target a few months ago. I can’t speak for her other two workouts, but this one works ridiculously well for toning your legs and butt. Or mine at least. And guess what? It’s basically a bunch of lunges and squats(!) led by Kim and trainer Jennifer Galardi. It also includes a short 5-minute “Bonus Butt Blast” (teehee) that is quick, effective, and easy to do anywhere — as you’ll be reminded of several times throughout the DVD. I love it. Minus the cheesy music. (Note: Part Two of the workout requires a step, which I don’t have, so I always skip it, but the first part alone — plus a dose of Jillian or another equally sweat-inducing workout — seems sufficient.)

In summation, my lesson learned from seeking nicer legs: They’re not easy. But they’re worth it.

I sound a little like L’Oreal now. That’s my cue to get out of here.

*If you can name the movie from which my title comes, you win five points.

Oh hey, quarter-life crisis, good to see you again.

I’m currently going through a girlie phase. It started a few months ago and has only intensified since I started reading all these cutesy fashion blogs that make want to be all cutesy and fashionable myself.

Up until recently, I’ve been the kind of girl who likes very few things and faithfully sticks with those that I do, so I end up wearing them a lot. Kinda like the guy who owns four t-shirts and has no problem with it because he likes them all so much and, hey, why change a good thing? I’ve gotten better with expanding my wardrobe, but accessories… not so much. For example, I have two necklaces that I rotate. (Rotated, actually, would be more accurate since my one-track mind neglected these necklaces when I started wearing earrings every day. Go ahead, call me Simple Sachi). One is a little Puerto Rican coqui. The second — probably my favorite but don’t tell the coqui — is a simple silver circle with the word “passion” inscribed in Hebrew* on one side and in English on the other.

But two will not suffice. Part of being a pretty frilly girly girl, I’m learning, is not just accessorizing but having a healthy variety from which to alternate. So I busted out the box of jewelry I hadn’t unpacked since we moved into our new place. A month and a half ago.

For someone who doesn’t often wear necklaces and bracelets, I have quite the little collection. Many were gifts and some I purchased myself during a previous Could-It-Be-I’m-Feeling-Girly-Today-Oh-Wait-Nevermind phase. Turns out I actually have some really nice jewelry. Who needs shopping? But then – oh no. Why can’t I find…Where could it… Did I put it…? Amongst the tangled web of necklaces ranging from rarely to never-worn, my most favoritest necklace was nowhere to be found.

Which (naturally) caused me to yell out in frustration, to myself no less, “WHERE IS MY PASSION?!”

The wall’s echo was my only answer. My dog stared at me with what looked like worry. (Or maybe she was just peeved that my outburst awoke her from her peaceful slumber.)

The question gave me pause. Where is my passion?

I haven’t found it yet. But don’t worry, I know it’s here somewhere.

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*Jewish mysticism, if we’re getting technical