Tracy Kornet's Blog

Morning shows are SO much fun. But they are not for everyone. I've anchored mornings twice in my 19 years of television: first in Lexington, Kentucky and again in Phoenix, Arizona right after 9-11. It's a massive understatement to tell you I was thrilled to move to Dallas and work a "normal" shift again. I believe we truly underestimate the power of sleep on one's body, mind, and psyche. So as much as I LOVE these 6am Pilates classes I'm taking right now, I am seriously feeling the effects of a sleep cycle that isn't quite working for me. Today I slept past 8am, and I feel like a completely alive human being! I am happy and hopeful and truly rested. I believe I won't even need to find a closet at the station for a power nap before the 4pm news. (Yes, I seriously curled up in a closet last week using some random person's fleece jacket as a pillow. I was that tired.) I might even fall asleep tonight in my bed instead of on the couch with my

Jeff Jamison & I,  hoping we'll look like Flat Stanley soon! Now that I have your attention, I'll rephrase that: Whose body WILL be better come May? In 12 weeks, you can be the judge. That's when my weather anchor Jeff Jamison and I will compare the results of our exercise programs. I started mine Monday; Jeff started after the holidays. (For the record I will NOT be posting before and after pictures. I am way too shy for that!) Here's the deal: the 36-year-old husband and father of two totally inspired me with his commitment to the Insanity high-intensity, cardio workout. He simply declared one day, "Tracy, I'm going to start doing Insanity. I ordered the dvds this weekend." And then he just did it. He's been waking up at 5:30am and hasn't missed a day since, even while filling in on the morning show. No excuses. Last week he mentioned one of the guys featured in his dvds has his own fitness business in Fort Worth. "We sho

I haven't taken a 6am workout class since my kids were little. So this morning at 5:55am, I had happy flashbacks to those precious days. And I thoroughly enjoyed Pilates to boot. I can tell this uber-focused routine is going to retrain muscles I've neglected for years, and hopefully get the foot I broke last year back in line. My colleague and co-host of our tv mom blog, The Real Botox Diaries, has been in Arizona reporting on Spring Training for almost 2 weeks. How I have missed that zany Gina Miller! Thankfully, I found this "Terrific Tuesday" edition I failed to post before she left!  I laughed out loud watching it. So I hope it makes you smile--and maybe even think a little. We discuss the careers we still hope to explore one day, which after my class this morning, may now include opening a pilates/physical therapy studio of my own. That's how fired up I am about staying healthy as I age.  When your mother dies of Parkinson's at age 60, yo

I can't seem to escape the anti-aging advice I learned from two world-renowned dermatologists last week. Seriously can't get it out of my head. Viewers and Facebook friends I ran into this weekend were disturbed by it too. If you haven't heard it yet, here you go: Doctors Katie Rodan and Kathy Fields said when it comes to exercise and aging, stop running. By all means, don't run outside. Why? They say it stretches out the ligaments and connective tissue in your face, making you sag. Add sun exposure to the mix, and it's a double whammy.  Click here to watch the story. Sure, some of my girlfriends woo-hoo'd as they poured another glass of pinot noir the night I reported the news on CBS11. But for all of my half-marathon-loving-girlfriends who say running has changed their lives, keeping them happy, thin, and challenged, this advice is a total buzz-kill. With that said, I have  noticed how the bouncing and pounding is starting to bother my post-40 body. No

In my spare time during my college freshman year in Nashville, I would actually drive around the ritzy neighborhoods hoping to run into Amy Grant. Not kidding. That's how badly I wanted to meet and work with the contemporary Christian/pop superstar. So imagine the thrill when my BFF, a production coordinator at the time, got me a gig as a production assistant on Grant's video shoot for "Grown-up Christmas List." There I was at 18 years old, standing in the kitchen, chatting and sneaking MnM's with Amy Grant. Imagine my thrill! Music has always been a life-long passion of mine. I'm drawn to fellow music lovers and have a deep need for regular concert outings with friends. So when I met record executive Lee Leipsner with my youngest son at a Cowboys game, it was pretty darn cool to hear Lee's personal tales about some of my favorite musical groups.   Last year Leipsner was promoted to Senior Vice President of Promotions at Columbia Records. When my

Need a good laugh? Just watch some of the Real Botox Diaries Gina Miller and I are doing together. We tape these vlogs at the station and insist they be unrehearsed, relatively stream-of-consciousness, and not rushed like our television segments demand. I am cracking up watching the "Wonderful Wednesday" edition in which we apply lip gloss like 12-year-olds. Gina is making my day demonstrating this tasty, affordable, neutral product that she stocks up on like toilet paper. She also hypes her favorite energy bar, found here in her fabulous blog. I celebrate Runyon's , a spectacular family-owned furnishings & accessories store I recently discovered in Roanoke, Texas. Think The Arrangement and Hemispheres --but with better prices, sprinkled with custom pieces by local artists. Here are a couple of my favorite finds, which are SO much prettier in person. Tapestry, chenille and leather half-moon sofa;  Custom wood-carved Bible verse plaque on iron pe

In my 20-ish year career in television, I have two epic fails on the interview front I will FOREVER regret. The first transpired at a small, country church in Kentucky, where a former Christian icon who had "fallen from grace" was performing for the first time after years out of the spotlight. He had cancelled our pre-concert interview at the last minute, so I was standing in the back of the church with my photographer. In the middle of his intimate show, he pointed me out, turned on the house lights, and asked me a few questions in front of his audience. I considered it a green light to chat. So I asked my photographer to start rolling. I walked toward the stage, answered his questions, and proceeded to ask the singer a few questions in return. I then raced back to the station to turn the story for our 11pm news that night. I thought it was a positive, lovely piece about his humbling journey back to sincere and genuine worship. Apparently, he thought it was negativ