Good morning! With my schedule, I never need an alarm. I try to be up by 9, but that doesn't always happen.
My fuel: oatmeal. Every morning.
I make it raw with milk, berries and nuts for my husband. Cooked for me. Try it - you'll like it.
He hogs the front page first.
Then it's time to get outside...
...I walk everywhere. The joy of living on South Beach.
Hello, dog at the park...
My first destination awaits...
...the neighborhood gym.
Okay, we staged this shot.
Not this one. It's my ascent to sanity.
Exercise has become so important in my life. I'm in my thirties and feel better than I ever did in my twenties, for sure.
Sometimes I warm up on the stairclimber...
...sometimes, on the treadmill. Virginia hat comes off here.
But my real love is weightlifting.
See the sweat spot? This is work, folks!
Rear deltoid exercise, here. Women, don't let anyone tell you to skip the dumbbells...
...they engage primary and secondary muscles and force you to stabilize your body.
I think people here are wondering why my husband is taking photos of me.
I was never athletic growing up. Never played a sport.
So this never came naturally to me. Now, I keep pushing forward. My husband spots me...
This is a back exercise. Doesn't really fit in with the workout. We may have staged this one...
This one's real. The last of the chest exercises. I end on a machine because I can do more reps this way.
When you live near the beach, how can you not run on the beach? My husband is way faster than me.
I try to be home by 1 p.m. Here I'm checking my BlackBerry to see what's happening at work.
What's that buzzing outside our condo?
It's Sky 10...over some developing story nearby! I'm always surrounded by news...
I get ready at home because when I get to the Local 10 broadcast house...
...I get right to work. I check voicemails and emails.
This is under my desk. Note the rainboots and heels. Hey, a reporter's got to be prepared for anything.
I wolf down a spinach salad (my hubby packs me lunch)...
...consult with my assignment manager, Sandy Antonio, about my story for the day.
I tried consulting with Jeff Weinsier. But he was in a surly mood.
Then I find Jason Weitzman, my trusted photographer. I miss the afternoon editorial meeting because we have to go right away.
Our assignment: to cover President Obama's arrival to a fundraiser held at Alonzo Mourning's house in the Gables.
The media is kept in a park, blocks away. Here I'm sending an email to my producer on my Blackberry.
One secret to good reporting: comfortable shoes. I know I have high heels. I always end up wearing these.
I'm picking a soundbite to use for my liveshot inside my mobile office -- er, live truck...
...and go live for our 6 p.m. newscast.
Later in the night, I end up back at the station. Here I'm talking to my executive producer, Chris Schenk, about my 11 p.m. story.
We write all our stories. I'm recording my lines inside an edit booth.
Jason puts together my lines and the soundbites I pick. He's a great editor.
After the piece airs and the show is over...a little love from my team...
What, THIS staged?! No way. We do this all the time.
Back home by midnight. Glass of malbec or pinot...good conversation with my other half...before doing it all over again!
It is a type of tea that is creating quite the buzz and some say it is as dangerous as heroin. But what's worse is you can buy it over-the-counter.
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