From dancer's pose to no more running woes!

April 25th

4 AM wake up
Cold brew Stumptown coffee on espresso dark chocolate yogurt on sea salt dark chocolate
1/2 the Ashtanga primary series
I got a version of firefly pose today and all it took was a small leap of faith (in self)!!!
Scurried home to change (HELLO MOST PERFECT SUNNY CITY OF SEATTLE)/are these shorts too short because idk/idc
Mini picnic and yoga in the park with Jameson
Gf dark chocolate banana pb cookies for my honey and steak/tomatoes for me

Pretty perfect date.

April 20th.

My dad eating blue cheese dressing with his finger. Explains a lot. Local suburbia “produce” section (WINE). Also explains a lot. Parent’s view. Getting paid to help in steak and wine. I’m ready for running and perhaps a Whole 30…

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.

Weekend things.

Sore from deadlifts/legs day Thursday to hot hatha Friday with D and Jameson to staying in for the night for coffee and an Always Sunny marathon.

Sleep in Saturday (9 AM) to starting the Foundation series to walking in a hail storm in get froyo (makes sense) to a going away party to late night sushi. Honestly, telling people D and I met online will never not feel awkward so we made up a story about how we met riding sharks. MAKES SENSE.

Sunday work to brunch with the fam who find a way to embarrass me always. This time they asked if being a new aunt made D and I clucky (ready to have kids)… UHNOOO. Cheers to apple thyme mimosas and a clam/chorizo bowl. Also, the lady with the corgi in a baby stroller. Brunch to dashing off the to the CrossFit gym to climb ropes/deadlift to a nap to hot yoga. Hot yoga after mimosas and being (rudely) awakened from a nap?! Would. Not. Repeat. I would however recommend carne asada, guacamole, salsa with fresh lettuce wraps + a 8 PM bedtime.

A weekend full of yoga + love + wine = A+ weekend

(Sorry I’m Awesome post yoga bliss, post yoga burger with a bird (egg) on it, AND OMG S’MORES GELATO EXISTS)

It was a celebration of sorts for feeling okay again for the first time in two weeks.

First hot vinyasa class in a couple weeks. And D’s first vinyasa class EVAH. I miss being able to hit all the inversion cues. I got some though. I hope to be back up to snuff in a couple weeks. D did well despite wanting to die a couple times throughout, which he surprisingly admitted. I TOLD YOU SO.

So. Much. Love. And JT. And kissing.

Easter brunch and sick things.

I woke up ready to ralph. Minor food poisoning? Great. I was not ready to go back on plans today- Easter brunch and D meeting my parents. Beet/apple mimosas and pecan orange buckwheat waffles. They loved him. ^_^

“Fake it ‘til you make it.”

I puked at brunch (haha) and got dragged home and put to bed. I missed our Easter dinner plans. So many coconut kale chips made for what?! Ginger lemon kombucha is my savior.

Happy day, all! Hoping to be back to yoga-ing and wine-ing it up tomorrow!

March 29th.

(how 80s do I look really, green juice (empty of course), lace and leather, champagne vinaigrette on oysters)

Fantastic Friday. Partially productive. Seattle Spring sun. Lifting (chest and squats). Weird new trainer interaction at the gym (ugh, go away). Protein pancakes. The purchase of white jeans without freaking out that they’re a size bigger than last summer’s (because ass, damn). Green juice and sitting on the steps of the Convention Center Sakura-Con watching with Jameson. Yoga. Martinis while waiting for a table. My sister giving birth to a healthy baby girl! Oysters on oysters with the best uncle ever. Celebration drinks at Zig Zag. 

March 27th.

(more hollowback practice, a pug’s fancy birthday, sometimes you just need a little hard cider with lunch because… feelings)

Time and time again, I know the best way for me to deal with a difficult time is opening up about it and getting out… which wasn’t too difficult because HELLO, SUN. Last night, I started crying about not getting that job I thought I’d get (I got a little too cocky) and instead of just telling me to woman up, D told me to go to sleep and we’d deal with it in the morning. Deal with it I DID with treating myself with sleeping in, a delicious breakfast, productivity, looking sharp (tiffany blue pants that haven’t fit in a while!), cider, annnd yoga.

D wanted to come to my favorite yoga teacher’s class with me. I was between him and my dearest friend James. AND I DID WELL (hormones be damned). ~ dream life ~ AND D liked the class a lot better than his normal yoga and is dare I say excited to try vinyasa (to learn how to press up into a handstand)!

I get so happy when my loves start to enjoy the things I looove. 

March 25th.

A breakfast of all the meat (salmon, eggs, chicken sausage, bacon), coconut yogurt with trail mix, pulled chicken kale salad (like always), Lara bar, paleo pancakes for din.

It’s the first time in I DON’T REMEMBER I get my own bed to myself (sans lady friends and fella) so I’m going to spread out like a starfish, watch a chick flick (Romeo and Juliet), play Tomb Raider, and paint my nails. Super selfish lady things (kinda).

One hour of hatha + foam rolling down! Happy Monday!

March 24th. 

Celebrating life and two of my loves meeting for the first time for brunch this AM with bottomless mimosas and smoked crab. Any excuse to wear a Sunday cocktail dress, really. I didn’t drive so maybe I had 8 3? Who really keeps track ANYWAY when they refill the class when it hits halfway. 11 AM mimosas to 2 PM slumps/naps to hot yoga. The hot yoga was a little too much for the perma-migraine (FUUU) but at least I went? I went so I could celebrate (again) with the best nut butter known to man. Also, so close to that full hanumanasana! 

March 14th. Pi/Popcorn/Steak and BJ Day.

Hell yeah, Black Milk Egypt leggings.
Favorite beer.
New favorite snack.
Eating my hair weight in kale.
Too many/long work conference calls. (Dear cytogenetics lab, pleeeease hire me.)
Paleo pizza (and Archer party). Would. Recommend. The crust is cauliflower, egg, and almond flour.

March 12th. 

(pre-dawn cuddles, ALL THE beverages with the protein breakfast, the most dangerous pb known to man, omakase dinner -sake/oysters/seaweed/hamachi/duck/sushi/panna cotta)

4:30 AM wake up time to finish studying/prepping for a cytogenetics job interview and turn in some design project notes (+ buh, such is the life when staying at a 6 AMer CrossFitter’s). I was so nervous, I thought I might cry or dry heave. It went well though! YES. I finished and was only a couple blocks away from Darcy’s  study party at Oddfellow’s (they have kombucha on tap!) so I crashed it. (Next time, we’ll have to chat more, lady… w/ Molly Moon’s because that salted caramel is KILLER.) 

A work conference call went long and I missed yoga (AGAIN RAWR) but my father dearest brought me to sushi. Going out to eat is still difficult! Look how nutritious and wonderful that food looks and still I’m worried about the ingredients in it and unnecessary calories (missed yoga guilt). I didn’t do anything stupid when I got home though (score). I listened to JT’s new album and danced/cleaned and went to bed at 8 PM. 

Life feels drab lately. So many interests. Not enough focus. Must reflect. Must do yoga today. If not twice. 

March 11th. A day of delish delights and JT’s album streaming on iTunes. I can die happy now.

(bacon and eggs and a spoonful of coconut ice cream in le cafe (YOU’RE WELCOME, try it), greek yogurt and granola, chicken/almond/strawberry/balsamic kale salad and apple and maple pb, coconut milk banana ice cream for dinner ~adult thangs~, and not pictured - Live Bar and chicken chunks) 

Waking up super early (5 AM) and forcing myself into bed (by 10) has done great things for productivity. Is there much better than finishing a project, having a great cup of coffee, and working out all before 10 AM?

Things are changing. It was one of those days where everything should have been plain and easy. It was not. On multiple occasions re: design career and the fella. Before, I’d quiver in a ball of self doubt. Yesterday, I held my head high. I skipped yoga but I’m better prepared for the coming day’s yoga, a new job prospect, and romance. 

Trust your gut; don’t put up with disrespect. However, take a chance and open yourself to opportunity as scary as it can be.  

March 9th-10th. I dedicate this weekend to the sun. (Yes, sometimes carrots help keep my hair up.)

Long run Saturday, sunny Seattle, taking a five year old to circus class, double baked almond croissant, homemade beet/lime/ginger juice, yoga in Nordstrom (per usual), dapper dresses, pony petting, chicken wing sampling, movie watching (Oz), and several hours of Tomb Raider. 

The most fun/paleo Costco run ever (produce on protein), purposely leaving my phone at home, hot hatha date (I was in yoga heaven while D suffered in yoga hell), Crab Pot (shellfish on salmon on CRAB), “take a picture of me with the ferris wheel” “you can’t tell you’re in it” “that’s the point”, fresh berries/wine and coconut ice cream beat most restaurant desserts. 

The little things are the most important as are “first times”. First time transitioning from a wide straddle fold to tripod headstand. First hand holding in public.