Quick quiz for my ladies: Your idea of working out most resembles: A) Fergie in – what else – her “Fergalicious” music video B) Hannah jogging – er, attempting to jog – in Girls C) Kristin Wiig and Maya Rudolph’s characters in “Bridesmaids” You probably answered “C” because you’re reading

Confession: I’m one spiritual lady. A vegetarian/proud Leo-with-a-Leo-rising/Berkeley girl whose step-mom is a psychic, I’ve downward-dogged with the best of ‘em. When I’m not frantically phoning my second mom to find out why that Scorpio I went out with hasn’t called, I’m reading about 2012, attempting to understand Qigong, or

If there’s one thing to be thankful for in the realm of wellness and working out is donation-based yoga. I’ve been going to Yoga To The People in the East Village for years– a great, convenient, all-levels welcome studio where even the suggested donation of $10 is a total steal.

A few years ago – at a gym to which I was indebted for two years but only went once a week, if that (complete waste of money, but it paid for itself with the BJs I got in the steam room. Holla!) – I took advantage of a yoga

Like everyone else, I pretty much ate my weight in carbs this past holiday weekend, so naturally I’m looking to drop my phantom baby weight in the new year. But you know what, gym membership inflation is right up there with college tuition and I don’t have an extra $60