Saturday beach day to tequila tasting to Bocce.
Sunday brunch (pesto eggs, bacon, peaches and cream pancakes) to walking to grilled steaks and veggies. I was going to cycle but… I got caught up in a work project and trying to teach myself how to code -_-. I had some greek yogurt with whey for dessert and… I’ve realized I can’t eat dairy anymore for my sanity and bloat factor.
Next up: broccoli crust pizza, running, a cleanse, and a baseball game
zucchini noodled buffalo meatballed “spaghetti” with sangria, bacon banana paleocakes, crab soup dumplings and bok choy, sake slushie!
July 3rd: coffee, egg white caprese omelet, trail mix, yogurt/Lara bar/almond butter/whey, “paleo” spaghetti + 5 miles walking
July 4th: bacon banana paleo cakes, eggs, guac + sweet potato chips chicken sausage, celery, half grassfed burger patty, gf brownie, Skinny Girl margarita + hot vinyasa and 4 miles walking
July 5th: crab dumplings, bok choy, sake slushie, curried sweet potato, seaweed salad, spicy tuna roll + 4 miles walking
Not the most “healthy” days off, but some of the most delicious. D and I had an awful, awful fight orrr I caught him in a lie and sobbed and sobbed and didn’t know what to do with myself. All of a sudden I found myself at the yoga studio. Even now, I don’t even remember walking there but deep down I knew it was just what I needed. I felt the want to escape, to drink, to sleep all day and miss the 4th parties… but I went to yoga… and things worked out. Progress.
July 2nd - 85% perfect and here’s why:
- taking my July intentions seriously and got back in a weight room (the new building’s gym isn’t AWFUL as there’s all sorts of dumbbells and machines and even kettlebells and a bench but alas, no squat rack)
- was outside in beautiful, sunny, watery, mountainy Seattle
- got upside down (and fell but still)
- ate a BLT goat cheese lettuce wrap, a bit of trail mix, more goat cheese (heh), and shared a lychee martini/seaweed salad/spicy tuna roll/sashimi/and a small gelato at a post work HH
- snuggled in front of the AC
- running doesn’t feel so scary anymore! (but for w/e reason hot yoga feels BLEH lately)
15% not the coolest because I didn’t see Luna =>^_^<= and I dressed up for D last night and he was all like “don’t touch me; go to sleep!”
Running @ 2% incline, 2 miles, 10mph pace
Dumbbell bench press: 4 x 8 - 25 pounds
Lat Pulldown: 3 x 10 - 40 pounds
Cable Row: 3 x 10 - 40 pounds
Leg Curl: 3 x 10 - 75 pounds
Less whiney than Wednesday/More thankful Thursday:
- gratuitous galaxy butt shot/ootd (how great is it that I feel comfortable wearing obnoxious short shorts around in public now?)
- first flowers (D really has a thing for Solo cup presentation)
- sushi date night + champagne in the new apartment (and etc./unf)
- pets had a little date on their own!
- so thankful always to be surrounded by love and friends and family and a beautiful summer city (only in the summer) and delish food
And on some days the motivation to eat lots of kale and drink lots of water and do lots of yoga comes from being able to eat garlic fries and drink beer later while heckling the Yankees GUILT-FREE.
And that’s okay.
Sunny Tuesdays are perfect for:
-cool seaweed salads and sushi
-warrior II “wow are those MY legs” moments
-“cheat” froyo treat from D (because shhh, he likes froyo more than I do)
-long pug walks to the piers
-him telling Luna he loves her even after she chewed up his expensive headphones but then telling me he loves me more (first unsolicited l-bomb from him)
Sunny Tuesdays are not great for:
-abs so sore you can’t laugh or sneeze without wincing
-working inside most of the day
-buying new pairs of headphones (again) because our mangy pets have oral, wire fixations
Tuesday-Wednesday, May 29th
-I won a wishbone wish and my “I love you” wish came true
-last night all I wanted for dinner was vanilla ice cream and red wine so that is what I did…
-…which was a POOR CHOICE because this morning maybe my Monday triple workout finally caught up to me because for breakfast I had bacon, a giant omelet, almonds, and three LARA bars and was still hungry like two hours later
-deadlift bruises and one on my knee from dropping a barbell on it (meh)
-I need a new job but I’m torn in a million directions and feel so lost
-getting a pug and tuxedo cat to fall in love ain’t easy
-it was my last advanced vinyasa class for a while tonight as my favorite teacher is moving on (sadness forever)
-silver lining: I’m finally feeling more comfortable in my body (:D)
Memorial Day weekend.
Friday: hour vinyasa, CrossFit happy hour with some discomfort, the discovery of an outdoor/heated bar downtown that D and I are keeping a secret, pho, early bedtime. Saturday: paleo Costco date, the weekend introduction of Luna and the pug (Luna is the dominant), Hawaiian BBQ where things got real weird (oh hey swingers party) and so I had too many rum drinks to combat awkwardness and wanted to die the rest of the night. Sunday: surprise Salty’s brunch for D (to celebrate the new job) including unlimited crab and oysters (unf), too much Arrested Development. Monday: CrossFit, more Arrested Development.
5 minutes awesome cycle
5 push-up to wall handstand
Deadlift (5 x 15 kg, 5 x 45 kg, 5 x 65 kg, 5 x 70 kg, 3 x 75 kg… Fail)
25 glute ham raises
5 minutes of rope climbing
10 minutes of 3 x 55 kg deadlift on every minute and in between max double unders (puketastic workout)
30 minutes stretching/yoga/foam rolling
Now I should eat/stretch more but I’m under 4 blankets with tea and Netflix and don’t want to move. Ever.
Weekend things and other catch-ups:
- D agreed to skip town with my best friend and I (to Hood River) for a long weekend if he could bring his pug
- nothing makes me happier than good friends, good food, good views, and stars
- Full Sail sampling tray
- wine tasting around the Gorge!
- windy, sunny cliff yoga (my favorite)
- D/lover boy accepted a fitness start up job here in Seattle so he’s staying (!!!) and we celebrated with champagne and a homemade (by me) dinner of blasted garlic broccoli and wild king salmon
- admittances of love (!!!)… after suggesting space and maybe making Mr. I Don’t Cry cry (buh)
- more progress in king pigeon pose (oh hey, open heart)
The only thing is I’ve been a bit depressed lately and so… so, so much has felt like too much. Even yoga sometimes feels like too much. Too much feeling and zero feeling all at the same time.
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.
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.
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!