From dancer's pose to no more running woes!

Are surprise I-feel-awesome days not the best? Thanks, primal/yoga shorts/sun-streaked hair/boyfriend’s soft cotton shirt.

Just when I needed a day like this too! (Happy hour later.)

wind in my hair, don’t care 

April 18th to 19th.

Celebration of a three month anniversary (because it’s not stupid to him apparently) and boozy root-byrrh floats with angostura gelato. Pug-sitting. Introducing a cat and pug as lovers for a night makes for a POOR night of sleep. Eggs my way. YOGA. Steak and guac bowl. S’mores themed froyo. Walking in the rain to get all the errands done. BOSSton. I need a drink.

I’m cutting back on dairy as soon as my current stash is gone. I’m getting sick almost every time I eat it now. NOT COOL/WORTH IT. Sheesh, I am turning more and more paleo.

Just so grateful for how strong my legs have gotten.

quads > waist

Fierce down dog competition

I lost.

Three dozen oysters and Sauvignon Blanc in the sun by the water.

Seattle doesn’t suck.

Spring snow day?

Sans pants work-at-home day.

Waking up at 4:30 AM is less awful with that first cup of coffee. It’s love. 

Jilda (muscleforthought) is dressed for pistol squats. I’m dressed for handstands. Bring it, pub crawl.

Who said Monday mornings had to be manic?

Girls from last night (while catching up on the Internet from the weekend), hairrr, that first cup of coffee, and new kombucha make it pretty marvelous.

Ponies and ponytails.

Friend’s farm. Sunny Seattle. Chilly carrots. Wet Washington. Leather love. Almost-April aviators.

(My phone corrected carrots to cat torts and last night corrected LAME to LAMÉ. Guys, that’s all you need to know about me. I’m laughing and drunk off of vitamin D.)

Sipping on coffee and almond milk with a side of kombucha. Seriously, there’s nothing sexier than opening up a bottle and having it spill everywhere and then going to take a sip and having a slimy clump of probiotics get stuck in your hair. I am exhausted in all ways.

I did not get the job I was in the running for. I found out last night before my meat date with D. I was a mini mess. Buh, he skipped his 6 AM WOD to stay up with me and I have a pug in my lap and a gym bag packed (must cash in on all the meat last night) so things have vastly improved. It’s the little things, guys.

February 28th.

Oh look I finally figured out a way to wear my American Apparel body suit (and my vino socks!!!) without showing too much breast. Thanks, bandeau bras of the world.

I went on a little run and then went to hot hatha. They were handing out protein shakes so I took four, naturally, for my appetite. I am dying today. The wine (from last night)… has betrayed me?!

I have a steak date later. Please let there be red to accompany it. And lifting tomorrow. Even with that exciting meat news, the highlight of the day is Jilda is visiting in a couple weeks! It’s official because it’s in my GCal/FB as of today.

I’d like to say I’m getting better at these but whooo knows.

February 20th.

Yoga-to-work ootd.

I made one of those cauliflower pizza crust pizzas topped with mozzarella, cherry tomatoes, arugula, annnd bacon. DELISH.

I have green mushroom Nintendo socks to pair with my green track shorts. Obnoxious CrossFit outfit is coming along nicely.