Tawny Lara, Author at Workit Health

Two women kneel next to one another on mats, doing yoga

Sober in the City: Yoga is Not a Cure-All, But It Helps

January 20, 2021 2 Comments

Back in my party girl days, my Friday nights consisted of pre-gaming (drinking in preparation for more drinking), getting dressed up to impress potential hook ups, hopping from bar to bar, then driving home drunk at 2:30am. Zoom back to the present — for this yoga class, my pre-game consisted of putting on a pair of herringbone patterned yoga pants, a funky sports bra, and a daisy chain (check out my pic in the header!). Afterwards, I took the train home and was in bed by 10:30. I woke up refreshed, although my quads were definitely feeling a little yoga hungover.

How Working at Lululemon Helped Me Stay Sober

May 9, 2017 No Comments

Tawny Lara of SobrieTea Party shares her experience of working at Lululemon, and how the yoga chain’s company culture supported her sobriety.

Sober in the City: My Beach Vacation, No Beer Required

April 10, 2017 1 Comment

Tawny Lara of SobrieTea Party talks about her first sober vacation, as she hits the beach of Mexico, toes in sand, and no beer in hand.

Sober in the City: Why I’m Not Ashamed To Say I Go To Therapy

March 7, 2017 No Comments

In her Sober in the City series, Tawny Lara of SobrieTea Party shares her experience with therapy and why it’s such an important part of her recovery journey.

Sober in the City: How I Found a Whole New Sober World in Broadway

February 28, 2017 No Comments

To live a sober life, I had to change certain aspects of my lifestyle. And that’s when I found Broadway.

Sober in the City: I Followed My Fear and Found Myself

February 20, 2017 No Comments

I’ve flirted with the idea of improv for awhile now, but the thought of emitting that amount of vulnerability scared me to death. I used to hide my vulnerability by binge drinking a ton of whiskey, but this year, I’ve decided to face it head on.

Sober in the City: I Want To Drink To De-stress, But I Can’t. Now What?

February 13, 2017 4 Comments

I stood there, with my eyes closed, picturing myself taking a bath while drinking a big glass of wine. This delusional thought was so relaxing, I may have even smiled. When the train slammed on its brakes, and I had to get off at my stop, it brought me right back to my reality: I. Can’t. Drink.