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.
March 6th.
(trying out new glasses from Warby Parker, filet mignon/apple protein pancakes for breakfast, kalekale/steak for lunch/dinner)
I’m so obsessed with Whole Foods salad bar lunches that I’m okay with paying $12 most days because it’s basically two meals in one. Did you know there’s such a thing as a bacon avocado? It’s delicious. Half of one of those and some ACTUAL bacon topped my kale mash.
I worked until I couldn’t anymore and went to hot hatha (to avoid CrossFit). It was one of those classes where I felt I was killin’ it. Why yes, I’ll be front and center. Why yes, I’ll be made into an example. Why yes, I’ll take ALL those juicy adjustments. I miss hot vinyasa though.
Good food, company, and a workout make for THE BEST sleep. Would. Recommend. At some point I need to go home today though because a) I’m sure my cat hates me b) laundry c) time to reflect/decompress and make sure I’m not losing “myself” and d) I need different accessories in my life (read: gold)
March 5th.
Work. The arrival of the new Tomb Raider! Vinyasa with James! Black Milk leggings. Americanos and dark chocolate chips by the Space Needle. Whole Foods lunch (FOUR types of kale today to make up for the lack yesterday HOLLA)! More kisses. More laughter. Meeting up with my uncles who took me out for oysters/martinis/broccolini/lobster potatoes/rare ribeye/red wine (Daniel’s Broiler OH MY GOD SWOON/SO MANY LEFTOVERS). Taking out my uncles for nightcaps (Zig Zag). Spur of the moment meet up with D at his start up networking event after party (say whaaat?). Cuddles on cuddles.
Being more present gives me more time to balance… well, everything. Career, fitness, nutrition, friends, family, love.
March 4th.
I Like Girls Who Like Girls shirt (on the back lists the female-named CrossFit WODs starting with Fran of course). Beautiful Seattle morning. Tree posing/bacon cooking. Breakfast. Jerk pug stealing my yogurt. Whole Foods lunch.
Waking up at five, so many cuddles, being productive, little run, crisp sun, americanos, earned paleo breakfast, so many kisses, work break dance parties, Whole Foods lunch with dark chocolate, a nap with the sun shining in, getting a second chance at the current dream job, making plans with friends (Jilda!), double yoga with your favorite teacher with intentions and thoughts full of love… make for THE MOST magnificent Monday. Can’t. Stop. Smiling.
March 3rd. Sunday Run/Funday.
Seattle is so beautiful when the sun comes out (especially through pink champagne colored glasses). Despite the comfort of my bed, once I was finally up, going outside to run was the easiest, most pleasant thing ever. My nine minute miles are coming back (HELL YEAH, I’M COMING FOR YOU eights!). I didn’t have headphones and after the first 3 km, I stopped keeping track of distance because this month is all about focusing on being more present (also maybe my cat ate my last pair of headphones… jerk). I really hope to be ready to run this half later. Ready/confident.
My sister had a baby shower (with mini gf lavender cupcakes)! I can’t believe that little 4’11 ball of energy is having a little burden herself… in three weeks! I of course show up in wedges that make me the tallest person in the room… which is something that USED TO make me feel SO uncomfortable.
Family times and distance away from the studio made me miss hot yoga times with D, however, he met my (military) brother and I afterward for sushi. So. Uncomfortable. An example:
Bro: So what do you do?
D: I work 80 hour weeks for my start up.
Bro: I mean, for fun?
D: Well, I work out a lot and read non-fiction.
Bro: Do you play video games or keep up on any TV shows?
D: Uh… no…
Bro: You’re SO boring! You don’t do anything else for fun?
D: Well, I DO your sister so there’s that.
*mortified/kill me meow/laughing*
March 1st.
Lulu swag, dinner, D+Luna love, strawberry infused tequila
Worked around SLU all day.
Gym: Mobility (focus on hips, quads, and hamstrings),Squats (95x12, 115x10, 125x8, 135x8, 145x5), Hamstring Curls (50x12, 60x10, 70x10, 80x8), 60 lb. dumbbell hip thrust (4 sets of 10 w/ an extra 10 second hold), treadmill run 1.5% (2 miles in 18 minutes)
Stopped at Lulu on my way home. I’m dying for some new shorts for CrossFit/running. However, while last year I was a solid 4/6. Now my waist is a 4 and my ass/quads are a solid 6/8. NOTHING FITS/lifting woes. >:(
Showered and wined and dined myself before running errands with my sister. When she found out I was going out later she told me I smelled like “a stale gym” and needed to freshen up before meeting friends (!). Thank god for sisterly love.
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.
February 27th.
Work morning. Semi-burnt s’mores poptart with melted peanut butter for breakfast. (Ouch, self-glutened.)
I took a SUPER long lunch and went to the Seattle Bouldering Project. I climbed a V4 but I’m forever getting stuck on most of them still. I climbed a rope again. There was a weight room in which I deadlifted, pressed, handstand pushuped, and double undered in. I am covered in rope whips, calluses, and bled from the leg rope burn. (HARDCORE/doing it wrong)
Lunch was bites of my friend’s lunches and my own americano/glass of wine because I was saving room for my sister’s birthday dinner which was at Taste and consisted of a cocktail, wine (clearly), trout, steak, pork cheeks, lamb, brussel sprouts, beets, and this salted caramel deliciousness. I’ve delved into r(h)um cocktails lately because if things don’t work out soon for me professionally I see myself becoming a female Hemingway and living on an island with cats and all my internet friends who expressed interest in this as well (shout out to Jilda and Samantha and Jordan and Shannen and Katy and Darcy and Jess).
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Uh, all of a sudden I can’t figure out how to page break? W/e. I’ve been relapsing lately. SERIOUSLY SELF, remember to go outside yourself and get out and get in nature/the city and be with friends when you get like this. I’ll write a more candid post on this more soon, most likely.
February 24th. Treat Yo’ Self Sunday Funday.
When you have a bad night, go to bed. At least in the morning you can try to wake up bright eyed and bushy tailed. And if you end up sobbing all night, you can tell people your eyes are puffy from the Botox (heh) or an allergic reaction to your cat that wraps herself around your neck. A good girlfriend will pick your ass up and remind you to grab HUGE sunglasses and have you try the finest twice baked croissant from Bakery Nouveau before grabbing Prosecco and trying on wedges in your favorite color (Tiffany Blue).
When you have a bad night… Put on a favorite outfit. Pretend to be a tourist in your own city. You notice more. Buy colorful foods for your home. They bring so much happiness. Strut. Reconnect with a no-no food (hellooo prosciutto sandwich/brisket mac and cheese). Try on all the beautiful dresses. Do something you love (yoga). If possible, win kisses (D showed up at yoga). Work on gaining happiness and security from the inside out. Be with people you love. Tell them how much they mean to you. There will be a time when they’re down and you better remember how they saved and perfected your day. It’s not what you say, it’s what you do that matters.
~wisdom~
February 23rd. Good/weird day.
I hung around D’s this morning to poach his Internet (something’s up with mine) and share my love of pepper bacon/gf pancakes. Admittedly, cooking breakfast is my thing. I’m a pro. He kept coming by to see what I was up to and finally I showed him by Tumblr Dash (behold the yoga, wine, lifting, paleo food, lingerie, best friends ~glory~).
It was a tough work week. I had all these feeeeelings and worked out my feeeeeeelings at the gym. Squats. Deadlifts. Assisted pull-ups. Ran two miles. Yeeeeeah.
Now, a properly cooked steak, arugula, wine, and my favorite movie before meeting friends out dancing.
PS. I changed my FB religious profile preferences to “steak” today. The end.
PSS. Not primal but I see mini Cadburry eggs in my future and IDGAF.
February 22nd.
Last night I had (too much) snake wine. It’s supposed to increase virility and strength. Really, it just felt like I was dying from fire from the inside out. Fantastic night.
Rough morning. Rough meeting. Lunch though? This delicious BBQ bacon/beef sandwich I turned into a salad. Delicatus in Pioneer Square.
Gym. Call it the placebo pump from the snake venom or WHAT have you but I PRed all my lifts. Also, my gym crush came up to me when I was at my peak sweatiest to ask me out. Uh… GO SNAKE VENOM, GO.
Work, twerk.
It’s national margarita day so D and I made paleo versions (for him). *bow*
Excuse me, it’s pug / Social Network watching time annnnd I’m hoping to convince him how fantastic of an idea brunch is after CrossFit tomorrow.
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.
February 19th.
One of the kind of days I went to bed at 3 AM working on a project and tried to wake up at 6 AM (fail) to wake up at 7:30 AM, barely making it to work without a shower, contacts, breakfast and idk about deodorant (but forever keeping some in my purse because hot yoga addict HEYO) and my cat PUKED on my project.
I knew I wouldn’t work out today on no prep or sleep. I felt like shit but I got to work and my project is going fine. IT’S FINE. Legal design may not be my jam but I can still do it. I’m still surrounded by love and support. I didn’t stress about what I was eating today and ate better than I have in a week (key). People complimented me on my appearance. Why? It wasn’t how I looked. It was how I felt. People radiate something from deep inside when happy (yogi post much?).
I’m tired and idk if this will make sense but the day was meaningful not for what I myself accomplished, but for how I helped others accomplish something. I hate my current project but the support and the meaning it meant to my boss was fuel to finish. I have two friends that have kind of been assholes to me lately- flakey and inconsistent friends. And I know why. It’s the same reason why I become an untraceable asshole. They’re hurting. Professionally. Now personally. When those I love hurt, *I* hurt. I just went through the same thing. Now finally both of them started to come around to being okay again and it made me oh so happy. Oh so happy they can vent in me. Oh so happy I no longer take that sort of flakiness personally.
TL;DR? an improvement on self health (sleep/good food/staying active) and perhaps staying out of your injured mind and the health of those you love —-> happiness —-> ???? —-> profit
February 17th.
AH, the burlesque show/dinner last night was SO good (at the Triple Door)! Good date.
TODAY, I learned how to snatch AND I climbed a rope at my first visit at the CrossFit gym. I can climb a rope! Rope burn everywhere. My sad, chubby middle school self is floored. I got my own little WOD. Then I met Jameson and we deadlifted, hip thrusted, leg pressed, and squatted at our gym.
Treat yo’ self Sunday - steak guacamole salad.
February 16th.
A dreamy Saturday is…
…a double hot yoga miracle
…a spur of the moment Whole Foods adventure (OMG that kale salad, frozen Greek yogurt, and favorite almond butter on sale)
…a catcuddle nap with a good book
…steak and red wine for the uterus
…a “surprise” dress-up outing? My guess- burlesque.
I’d like to run tomorrow if I don’t feel like a giant slug still. Seattle is beautiful lately. For Seattle February that is.
