Every summer without fail I gain weight, a nice little layer I like to call my summer fluff. Right now I can feel it, I am 1/4 of the way to my summer fluff so I am calling that shit out on myself and dropping it like a bad habit. Probably really feeling it this morning because I had lots of chips, ice cream and wine last not at my parents house. Out of control. Not to mention the cake of 4th of July. My watch says it’s officially time to bootcamp this badonk for a few days and get back on track!
Snack - 1/2 Grapefruit with 1/2 packet of Stevia with 1 glass of Water
Lunch - Green salad with tofu and balsamic vinegar
Snack - Protein Shake - Vega vanilla chai with water
Workout 2 - Insanity Workout or 3 mile run + Abs
Dinner - Green salad with balsamic vinegar, sea salt, 1 tbs of olive oil and black beans
Dessert - Ginger tea
Hydrate - Drink 11 or more Cups of water throughout the day
Day 5 and Beyond - GET BACK ON TRACK AND STAY AWAY FROM CAKE.
I should add here that I am not a personal trainer (yet), so follow this plan at your own delight and be sure to check with a doctor first. This is simply a cleanse/bootcamp plan that works well for my body, but everyBODY is different so take care of yourself.
Producing something I found on le pinterest. This week in honour of le american day I made:
Ombre Fireworks Cake
So I did not follow the recipe exactly, because well it had no rainbow chip, and a cake without rainbow chip is simply not a cake worth baking. According to the critics…
It was delicious! BOOM baby you’re a firrreeeworrkkkk!
1 box of Rainbow Chip Cake Mix
1 box of Cherry Chip Cake Mix
1 can of Rainbow Chip Frosting
1 can of Whipped White Frosting
Red + Blue food coloring
Watermelon Pop Rocks
3 cups 7-up
4 egg whites
For the blue layers:
Mix rainbow cake mix with 2 egg whites and 1 1/2 cups 7up
Divide batter evenly between 3 medium-size bowls
Start with the dark blue first and I think I added like 30 drops
Then 8 drops to the second
And only 1 drop to the third
Bake at 350 degrees for 15-20 minutes or until a fork placed in the middle of the cake comes out clean (THIS IS CRUCIAL UNLESS YOU WANT YOUR CAKE TO COLLAPSE) which may or may not have happened the first go around…
Let cool COMPLETELY
Start with the dark blue, add a pretty thin layer of icing and the next layer, more icing, and the next
Put in the fridge to cool as you move on to the red layers
Mix cherry chip cake mix with 2 egg whites and 1 1/2 cups 7up
Divide batter evenly between 3 medium-size bowls
Start with the dark red first and I think I added like 50 drops
Then 8 drops to the second
And only 0 drops to the third as the WHITE layer
Bake at 350 degrees for 15-20 minutes or until a fork placed in the middle of the cake comes out clean
Let cool COMPLETELY
Start with the white layer, then light red, then RED
Self, that’s just a topsy tail with some wrap around curls!
Do you remember the early days of the innovative topsy tail? You actually bought this shit, even though you didn’t need it to achieve said look. Oh yeah, I miss the 90s. When I ate carbs. And chocolate cake. And never felt bad about it.
Right? So. This morning I remembered the Pinterest topsy tail hair do, and done went for it when I had like 7 minutes to get ready in time for a morning meeting.
Make a half pony tail, that is just barely not pulled tight
Split that piece in the middle
Flip your pony from the top, through the middle and pull tight.
Top it off with a delicious bowl of thai curry tofu and veggies and that’s a good Thursday.
Did drink 1/2 bottle of champagne because I am out of red and well…
HAPPY HUMP DAY INDEED!
So tomorrow is another chance to fit into those two bikinis for the cruise happening REAL effing quick like. Catch up on, everything. AND it’s one day closer to the weekend. Don’t let the world swallow you… I leave you with this:
I feel like it should be Friday. But it’s not. Tomorrow it’s Wednesday, ALL day long.
Emma Lilly agrees that this is essentially horse shit. But not to worry Emma we have this…
Annnd let’s be honest here, I am motivated almost entirely by these things:
Looking good in a bikini
Yes these are entirely competing forces, which makes my brain both confused and ahnnry.
Dinner was this:
Salad - Arugula, yellow pepper, tomatoes, mushrooms, balsamic, evoo, sea salt. And the last veggie burger in the pack. All delish, healthy and wonderful.
But my Tuesday needed more. After a lonnnnggg day, waking up real early to squeeze in a long workout, I felt the need to reward distract myself from the fact that it is only Tuesday. (No wine is not a reward in this house, it is free calories that make everyday feel like the weekend.)
So dessert was this:
The perfect dessert. One little cup of organic yogurt + one tbsp of cacoa powder + a few shakes of cinnamon. Just enough sweet, with lots of nutrients and protein to fill this hungry, wanting to look shmoking haute in her bikini beezy right hizzle.
And life is pretty good. Though I could go without the added guilt of the fact that I am going on a cruise this month, so dessert shouldn’t be an option. So I just ask myself girrllll you got room in that bikini for dessert? #sorryimnotsorry
What’s your favorite dessert that still let’s you dream of that bikini?
My name is Whitney and I eat baby food. Annnddd I love it a lot. ‘Tis true. This past weekend I fell in love with these beauties. Sesame Street Organic fruit + Yogurt. All organic. All fruit and yogurt. All delicious. 70 calories. Portable. Perfect for OTL.
Mmmm mixed berry!
Here’s the thing, I don’t really like eating breakfast. I do when I have time to make something delicious, but otherwise I avoid because I will eat crap that makes me feel like shit. #nopunintended
Me and ma. Baby food and baseball!
But this ish is delish, just a few calories to start of my day from natural sources. I back it. And for OTL it is so perfect because it’s impossible to get sand in it unless you try to put sand in your gogurt. Sure it’s baby food, but it’s whole foods and it warms my whole heart. Feel free to judge, I bought 2 in each flavor.
There he isssss. T Hol. The man himself. Kickin’ his mid 50’s and still playing ball. Proudly. In a wonderful, wonderful number. Mom, hubs and I had the pleasure of watching him play on Sunday, and the man stillll got it goin.
That’s the thing about our game, you age, but it doesn’t. And your love for it only grows stronger. The game knows no age. If you love it, it loves you back. But what’s interesting to me is the psychology behind these old timers playing some ball. Back in the day, they probably were really nervous each at bat, each throw they took. But these days, what do they have to lose? They are simply out there to enjoy the game and the weather, and they are better because of it.
Merr has been following T Hol’s ball games for 30+ years. Bless her for still getting excited for each at bat. Love knows no age either, just love.
Love the game, it will love you back. Love what you love.
1. The FDA on Wednesday rejected the Corn Refiners Association’s bid to rename high fructose corn syrup to “corn sugar.” And that makes me think of this:
You may not find it to be big deal that this happened, but it is. America has a sad abusive relationship with food that we need to break up with. But to break up, we have to actually acknowledge that it’s unhealthy, and walk away. I could rant for hours about how we got here, and how we change it, but I will spare you that for now. Just be happy the FDA is on our side (on this one).
2. The mayor of New Yorks want to ban the sale of sugary drinks over 16 ounces. AND I think this is awesome. Hubs thinks it’s whack and limiting free will yada yada yada, but shit we have to start somewhere. Unfortunately, the government in some way has to step in and help us out. Maybe it’s regulating some of these big old businesses and what they can sell us.
Educated guess here, but I don’t think you can sell lead-acid in soda fountains because it definitely causes cancer. So why can’t we create legislation based off the fact that the size and quality of our food causes cancer, obesity, heart-disease… the list goes on forever.
Fact is, I think we know shit ain’t right in the American diet and we have to celebrate the small victories to find our way back. So I am celebrating the failure of corn sugar, and NYC at least getting some press on the fact that we have a problem with wanting to consume 16 ounces of crap or more. Celebrating the best way I know how…
While consuming Dance Moms Miami, a healthy veggie bowl for dinner, and a glass of red to wash it down.
And don’t even get me started on Splenda, or the fact that my favorite shows are about drag queens or crazy parents.
Did chubby used to be a flattering term? Or at least not as offensive? I die for this old Lane Bryant AD I found today.
Whatever. At least someone used to call it like they saw it. Kind of funny, anyone ever watch Weeds? Remember Huskeroos? Just own it.
Watch this right now.
Huskeroo huskeroo you’re beautiful in all the things you do!!
Discuss amongst yourselves. This makes me laugh because we take ourselves too seriously, we do not educate ourselves or our children on how to eat properly, and we are addicted to decadence. AND I personally just showered in some chips’n queso from Baja Betty’s, so I am not even trying to judge. I am just sayin’, I wish we cared a bit more about nutrition for ourselves and the youth, and I wish when we had a cookie we just were okay with it. Because we work hard enough as it is.
And don’t get me wrong, I don’t blame society for making me feeling bad in a bikini, I blame myself for just not owning it and/or appreciating the fact that I work hard but I am not perfect. I do hope, wish and work towards a more better, more nutritious world for my children, but that happens one glass of water, one less chip at a time.
In the meantime I do have a delicious veggie burger recipe for all of you who are chubbies at heart, but know and feel eating clean is better for your body and soul.
Baja Greek Veggie Burgers
1 cup black beans
1 cups garbanzo beans
2 tbsp flax seed meal
2 shakes of cayenne pepper
2 shakes of turmeric
2 shakes of curry powder
1 shake of sea salt
1/2-1 cup of chopped/shredded carrots
1 tbsp of nutritional yeast (optional for vegans who want it to taste cheeeesyyy)
Mash all the beans up! Mash em good!
Mix in the spices, nutritional yeast, carrots and flax seed meal.
Add a tablespoon of water at a time if the mixture is too dry!
Divide in 4 burger patties, and cook for 25 minutes on 450 degrees.
This past weekend I had the wonderful, wicked awesome pleasure of shooting the lovely Carrie + RJ Jones. They were absolutely delightful, and I dare say these are some of my most favorite shots to date. Thanks for letting me share in this moment with y’all.
Just writing the title of this post gives me goosebumps and fills my eyes with tears. 13 years ago today I lost my best friend, and the boy I was certain I’d marry. Sure I was pretty young, but I knew he was meant for me. Johnny passed away from Cystic Fibrosis on May 22, 1999. Just two weeks prior on my 14th birthday, he sent me a dozen yellow roses, vowing to make them red the following year when he knew I’d fall in love with him. But I already fell, big time, and in losing him, to this day I am not sure I’ve experienced a pain that compares.
I still miss and love him, but he truly taught me how I should be treated as a person, as a friend, and even now in my marriage. Likewise, he taught me how I should treat others. He was never healthy in the time I knew him, but he found the light in every situation, and filled every room he was in with laughter. I believe he’s the reason I try to bring humor and happiness wherever I am in my life. I am not perfect, obviously, but he taught me life is too precious not enjoy each day. And life should not be taken so seriously, even when you’re 14 sitting in a hospital bed, playing Nintendo 64 with your first girlfriend. To anyone that is sad, but to us, it was fun. It’s not the where, it’s the how you spend and enjoy your moments.
So here’s to you Johnny Angel. I miss and love you dearly. And I thank you for reminding me even to this day to be thankful, to smile, to laugh through the shit, and smell the yellow roses when you pass them by. I can’t always bring myself to buy them, but Jackalope knows all the houses along our running routes that grow them, because we always stop the smell and remember Johnny.
Yesterday I was fortunate to work on a pretty wicked project with some pretty wicked awesome ladies. Details coming soon. Here’s a quick sneak peek of what went down.
(Braid Collaboration between myself and Crosby of PR Couture)
Welcome to the jungle miss thangggg!
Isn’t she lovely? Difficult to get a bad shot. Eeeep! Can’t wait to share the deets later. I really cannot tell you how much it fills my soul to work with pretty things, wonderful people andddd braid hair all in one day!
Anddd now to workout my donk. Time for a Tone It Up, Beach Babe DVD Bikini Workout! Enjoy your night!
My little Maddy is growing up. I have known this one and her family since I was 19, giving her batting lessons when she was a skinny little muffin all the age of 9.
Maddy, Gin Gin and Whitters back in ‘08, she was 13.
NOW she is.
I don’t actually know how anyone is a mom and does not just cry hysterically sending their daughter to prom.
Madison is the closest thing I have to a little sister and I wanted to cry, laugh, and pull her boyfriend aside and tell him what’s up. (If he messes with her heart so help me god!) He seems nice though… But still, my first “love” did too.
That’s neither here NOR there now is it. But what it is there for me today is a feeling of growing up, of getting older and set in my ways. Getting Maddy ready and gossiping about whose who and what’s what and whose a hooch at Valhalla High, made me realize I am so lucky not to be that age anymore, though it was glorious. Not working, playing softball, coming home and having an hour to scrub the dirt off your toes, make your hair look semi-attractive and go to prom. Yep yep. Those were the days.
(Madison’s mom bent down scrubbing the polish and dirt off her softball toes just before she walked out the door to go to prom. haha BEEN THERE.)
In high school you make room for everyone and everything because you feel like you have to to survive. You want everyone to like you, or better yet, you want them to like you and envy you. It’s sick, but it’s truth. Today at the ripe age of 27, I make room for the people and things I have time and love for, and I can pretty much count them on one hand. I am thankful for this. You let go of the shit you can’t see past or make sense of, and hold on to the shit that makes your heart warm as you start to realize life’s too fucking short. You don’t want people to envy your life because you are too concerned with trying to envy your own life.
(Bailley’s room. Maddy’s sister. She is 14. Destined to work in fashion.)
If I can hang love amidst the things in life that make it pretty then I am set. And it’s hard to learn this lesson, but you learn it even if you’d rather not.
Make time. For you and for the unicorns in your life.
Like blogging all Sunday afternoon instead of doing laundry. Off to a really fun photo shoot!
This was a gift from Electra. And I literally feel so lucky that she is mine. I have been dreaming of her for over a year. I was SO excited to ride her today, and she was real happy to show off her stems.
First stop of the morning was of course Snooze with some wicked co-workers for eggs, coffee, and swooning over Brett’s camera.
(Obsessed with eggs over easy right now, obsessed.)
Fueled up, talked about how everyday should be bike to work day, though for Jake and Brett it actually is. Travelled downtown and made it to work safe and sound.
For a snapshot of the rest of the day, we’re gonna get GIFfy with it…
4 bikes. 1 elevator. 1 disturbed client meeting when we rolled in ringing bells.
Day goes on per usual. Kirsten takes Navajo for a ride.
Brett + Jake deliver office mail and notes.
AND THEN WE WENT HOME…
AND WENT UP THIS HILL… WHICH WE HAD TO WALK
Beth and I parted ways, and I was stopped at a light next to this woman. I was struck by how her dog watched each passing car, patiently waiting to lead her safely across the street. I couldn’t help but think how remarkable life is. That a dog can lead a blind woman across a terribly busy street, without harm, and with warmth and comfort. And how I probably would not have noticed had I been in my car.
Hello my name is Whitney and I am an NRGmatrix - a - holic. Hi Whitney!
Allow me to introduce you all to my new addiction NRGmatrix, an energy drink supplement made from 100% organic mushrooms (say whhhaaa?) and a blend of herbs. Yup, you read right, mushrooms and herbs and I did not get high, NOR did it taste like dirt, it is quite delish and I am obsessed. And when I say obsessed, I mean it has replaced my coffee, GASP, and we all know how much I love me some espresso. And we all know I have tried to kick this coffee habit addiction before.
TRUTH be told, I will always, always, always love my espresso, my time in Italia stained that one on my soul big time. But, I have literally been searching for a healthy energy drink for as long as I have researched health, and have realized that diet soda and sugar free Red Bulls are actually terrible for you. (That is only if you agree that cancer in rats is not a good indication of things that could come from humans consuming artificial sweeteners such as aspartame, splenda, etc. And I am no doctor so this is deductive reasoning here at best.) I have never found one that really was as healthy as it claimed to be, until now.
My morning NRGmatrix sitting shotgun to my morning Protein Shake.
Down to the goods, this is what I loves about NRGmatrix:
It is healthy, truly healthy, organic, free of sugars, chemical fluff!
I instantly feel a very focused energy that gets me through my day, and allows for extra energy for an evening workout.
It has over 400% of my daily vitamin D recommended intake, which SPOILER ALERT, women NEED THIS.
It has an exceptional blend of vitamins and, herbs and MUSHROOMS that support my immune system. HOLLER.
LAST but not least, at 3pm it makes me think I am enjoying a treat like a Vitamin Water without the sugar, and without the calories. And that’s awesome.
So bottom line. I am in love, and things are getting hot and heavy between us. I highly recommend you check it out for yourself. If you want a sample, you should probably follow them on Twitter and Facebook, word is they are doing some giveaways.
Please note: Jackalope however is not happy with my latest obsession, as it means more time for me working out after work and less time roughing it on the couch cuddling with him. But we are about to go for a run together, so he’ll survive.
Ever hear your soul calling? When it’s time for a change, or when it’s time to step it up, or when it’s time to stop whining? I can’t always hear it. But lately I’ve heard it whispering.
It started here at Coachella:
I realized something in my life was missing, but I could not put my finger on it. I have a wonderful life, great hubs, great job, wonderful family and crazy beezies who never say no to a glass of wine or booty bounce or a motor boat. Then we went to San Fran…
And got to make some bad decisions with these beezies…
And was surrounded by these dapper gentlemen. And life felt just short of perfect, but why I knew not.
Until today when what I missed slapped me across the face. Driving home, I realized I had completely abandoned up on my blog and told myself to post again, daily. ALWAYS easier in my mind. And then I tweeted this, thinking of my days where I lived in lululemon, never even put jeans on.
And finished my workout to find this:
It was a sign and it screamed to me how much
I missed my blog.
I missed the people I used to connect with through health, wellness and the glitter of the interwebs that make this a small world.
I missed writing for me.
I missed holding my creativity, health and overall balance accountable through my quills.
It has become a part of my life, and without it I am naked.
And tonight at dinner, trying some place new and unusual, this sat next to me:
I get it soul, I hear you loud and clear. And thank you Coachella, San Fran, the Napa Flu and my beezies, for inspiring and giving me the nudge. And thank you Sophie for slapping what I needed right across my face.
Please pardon my whine: Last week in the San Diego Half Marathon I set a new PR shaving off 15 minutes, which is amazing, but I missed my goal time by 1 minute and 38 seconds, which is horse shit. I finished with an official time of 2 hours, 1 minute and 38 seconds. (Also, not paying 60 dollars for a memory CD, so we going ghetto.)
What I learned through this race was that your mind is absolutely stronger than your muscles. At some point in the last few months I “discovered”, and by discovered I mean I awkwardly acknowledged the fact I have been holding back. I can actually run faster than I ever have but was always just okay with getting it done and not pushing myself.
If the dolls of RuPaul’s Drag Race were reading me here they’d say: She is serving Cover Girl gets sweaty always ready for her close up, and aware of the photographer she spotted 1/4 mile back. If you are not watching this season, shame on you. #teamchadmichaels
This race sucked and rocked because in the last month or so I have been detoxing, following a regimen my doc recommended, which has made it extremely difficult to work out, let alone run the long distances I needed to week by week. I have some ish going on in the good ol’ health department, so I’ve been an emotional haute mess. (Don’t worry Mom, I am OK. Promise.) Not gonna go into detail, but if you want to buy me a glass of wine, assuming we’ve met, I will pour one out with the homies and tell you… maybe.
Emotional Wreck + Not much working out = Happy Tolerating Loving Husband
Best caption for this face wins!
Long story long. This one was a huge victory in the old emotional psyche department, being I could barely train in the last month and had a hefty goal of finishing in 2 hours, which I’ve never come close to doing. No matter, I am happy with my time, and tacking the extra 1 minute and 38 seconds to the emotional baggage I’ve carried this past month and leaving in the dust. Which hubs will really appreciate.
Tomorrow we run 8 miles. Today I did not do my Insanity workout. Today I did eat fro-yo and shower in chips and cheese sauce. Today was a good day.
Balance looks different from the outside looking in. Balance is not a goal as it is only within the moment that it actually exists. Otherwise, it’s just another dream to be chased. Live with love for yourself, for those that love you, and treat them both well.
And smile biyatch, one day you won’t have the time or the effing joints to even be able to run 8 miles. Blessed.
My little buddy Jackalope that is. So over the years I’ve really come to love running. NOT because running is amazing because let’s be honest, it absolutely sucks every step until you’re back to your front door. But I love the way it makes me feel, inside and out.
Best sign ever right? ANYHOOTers. I went on a weird hiatus because it was cold, Jack was pulling on the leash too much and it hurt my hands annndd running just wasn’t fun. Again, retail therapy was just what the doctor ordered.
For little man that is. Man needed him a harness.
Look at me now, look at me now, I’m getting papereeedd. I have always gaffed at harnesses in Petco, but finally decided to buy one because nugget head has been ridonkulous on our runs as of late. Literally one of the best purchases of my life. The sucker works. And to cure the cold…
Which Jackalope lovessss. Long story long, it was the common cure to the common [running] cold. Jack and I are off running again, living the dream, feeling fab. Goes to show you, went in doubt, pull out the credit card, and get moving again. Time for some RuPaul’s Drag Race… #thehousedown
Friends and family around me lately seem to be going through a shift in their lives. I don’t know if it’s the new year, something crazy to do with the moon, or simply an unfortunate coincidence. Everything from sour love lives to resenting their jobs. I’ve been there, we all have, and I think my confidence in their ability to weather the storm is the fact that I know what happens once you reach the other side of your misery.
The other day I came across this article, about why lying broken in a pile on your bedroom floor like a piece of sh*t is actually a really good idea. As you have to break down the walls of your life, to break terrible habits, let go of toxins, and discover perhaps what you actually want and need in your life. I agree with this as your heart and soul is just as physical as your bones, and as I’ve learned, you have to move, you have to let your bone cartilage break apart only to regenerate anew, heal and move stronger.
It’s extremely painful when you no longer love what you do or who your with, or it simply is not reciprocal with its love. Sometimes you have to take a minute to breathe, to cry, to break, and audit your life. It’s always easiest to look back and realize how freeing these experiences can be, freeing and necessary.
I believe complacency is more dangerous than failure. If you feel the pain of not loving your life, your lover, your job, your whatever, you are toxic to yourself and those who fill up the spaces between. Sometimes acknowledging your static self is more difficult than someone dumping your ass because it’s a self inflicting wound, direct to your ego. You’re being lazy, you’re not loving the way you’re being loved, and that’s hard to hear, from yourself.
But remember this, it is in these moments when you confront the pain, accept it, allow it to marinate, breathe, cry your effing eyes out, go workout with a friend, dance your ass off, tell them why you’re miserable, get help, sh*t cry again, that you are actually growing. In the meantime, try to remember that your thoughts and your perception is your reality, at least in that moment. It’s no coincidence that looking back at most of the sh*tty moments in my life were actually tremendous blessings.
Yesterday, I got play with a real version of Barbie, a slightly edgy-gold-dusted doll showered in glitter, feathers, and beauty. Literally a day of dress up, photography, and dreams with my best beezy.
2011 was like many others. There was a lot of good things, and a lot of sad. But that really is life, and luckily I am surrounded with love and wonderfulness that the sad seems only a glimpse of the entire view. In 2012, I hope to live in the now and inspire those around me to do the same with roots and wings. Here’s looking back, enjoying, accepting, and moving forward moment by moment.
I committed to bringing the boom and the shakalaka.
I took a leap of faith with my career, leaving a job I loved to grow and work on even more amazing projects.
I lost arguably the most influential woman in my life, my Grandma Betty. But she left with me the desire to live with love, everyday, and trust that that will always be enough.
I let go of talking to myself badly, and committed to toning it up. This literally was life changing, and I’ve never been healthier, mind, body and soul. Here are a few of tips I found to be most helpful in this process, and how I stay balanced.
And overall, had a fantastic year. One in which I am truly grateful for. I miss you Grandma, but I feel you when I dance and simply enjoy life. Thank you to my hubs, my family, and my best beezies for making me laugh, and making it ridiculously easy to love my life, everyday. Lots of love to you and yours in 2012.
Some lovely coworkers and I run from our office down to the convention center, up the convention center steps, down and back to the office. And did I mention it is 73 degrees out today? I do love my daygo. The run is exactly 3 miles so we are right on track with our half marathon training.
This is Beth… happy as a clam, training for her very first half! And I am actually a bit envious of the nerves and anxiety she is having. Weird. I know. Anyhooters, all in all, it was a beautiful run and even more amazing with the company in stride. Talking, gabbing, smiling at homeless people (not because we’re making fun, but because we had a serious discussion mid run that you should not just ignore people you should smile and make their day) and enjoying the sun.
Lunch was this delish mixed greens salad, with spicy hummus, tomatoes, almonds, and braggberry dressing. Nom nom nom. Interesting revelation in the food department though, I skipped my protein shake today, aka threw it out because it tasted horrific and I have had some nasty shakes in my yard before. And I am completely craving protein. After reading this lovely gem, I really need eggs back in my life and definitely see some hard boiled delish in my future.
So I have found the best deep conditioner of my life, that makes me smell like a tasty summer day on Monterosso Beach. Coconut oil. Which reminded me of a huge man in a mankini on Monterosso Beach in the Cinque Terre singing, Ellloo coca bella coco, which meant he was selling fresh coconut slices on a hot summer di Italia day. And I bought them. And we are now going to take a trip down memory lane…
Bronzing. Drinking lambrusco every day. Frolicking with Jenny. And hiking. Take me back to there please my coconut oil…
Anyhoot. I put about 2 tablespoons of coconut oil in the microwave for like 45 seconds just to melt it a bit, not to scorch and burn my head, and then combed the coconut oil through my hair. I did not take an after picture because I forgot, and right now my hair is in a bun so… yeah take my word for it, it works and it’s very very nice like! Try it out!
I leave you with this message as discovered last night with a bottle of chambubbly, a hot tub, and my bestie. Time only exists in the realm of our thoughts. All that matters is this moment. Life is full of bullshit, so try not to step in it and track it into the house. And though you may not have choice with your thoughts, you do with your actions so step kindly. (P.S this is hubs, at the Holiday Bowl… he’s probably going to LOVE that I shared this with such an inspirational moment indeed.)
Here are a few tips if you are planning on running your first half marathon:
Find a buddy! Running by your lonesome is horrible, terrible, and the meanest thing you can do to yourself. BUT if you’d like yourself to hate running forever, then for sure run by yourself and live a miserable existence.
Make a new playlist every two weeks, and pick your favorite songs from the lists you created the weeks before. Feel free to follow me on Spotify, there will be some rockin’ lists there soon!
Buy a watch, and time yourself at every mile you run. On race day, I like to time each mile to see what my pace is AND it makes the time fly. No pun intended.
BUY an anti-chafe body glide stick if you prefer running in shorts, or if you like running in tank tops and have some rubbage. AIN’T no worse feeling on the planet than the post run shower complete with chaffage. It’s hurtful. And the sprays get all over your effing floor and you will fall down.
BUY yourself some good running shoes (I love Brooks) and SEAMLESS socks (oddly enough lulu makes my favorite socks)! Unless you like pain and shin splints and blisters. YUMMY! Here’s a few other reasons why.
If there are hills in your race, incorporate hills in your training runs. Simple, stupid, I know. But I promise there is no better feeling than passing people on the big hill in your race, especially the beezy wearing the ridiculously Batman-esque belt with 4 water bottles, 4 GUs, a boombox, recovery tape, you name it and who was doing push-ups at the starting gate (true story, anddd I WIN!)
I don’t think you really NEED gu in a half marathon, however, mile 9 for some reason is always my demon. So I like to carry a chocolate agave #9 pack just in case. If you store it in a secret pocket, it usually gets warm and tastes like chocolate frosting. P.S. I just realized this sounds really weird and awkward but it’s effing delish so judge me.
Follow these bloggers for support, Skinny Runner (funniest blog on the planet), Fitnessista (we all know I love Gina and her recipes and life anecdotes), PB Fingers (lots of amazing running and fitness and health tips). Feel free to read my Road to the Half Marathon 12 week blog series I did for lululemon as well, it is pretty redonkulous and funny.
Do yoga at least once a week! Feel free to replace a middle of the week training run or a rest day for a gentle yoga class. Your hips, feet, back and entire soul will be eternally grateful. (p.s. I don’t think I can do this move anymore… but I will try…)
Do not overeat. You definitely want to plan your meals out, eat more protein, and whole grains in the morning and/or afternoon, but you do not need to eat everything under the sun. You will be SUPER hungry, but make sure you are eating after your runs, and be sure you are drinking plenty of water. If you are not peeing all day long, you’re not drinking enough water and your muscles will be pissed and wake you up at night with awesome cramps! Heyyooo!
Have fun. Running a half marathon is challenging and extremely rewarding, but if you do not enjoy it along the way, what the deuce is the point?
Not to worry, I will be posting weekly recaps of our training schedule and let you know the crazy ish I eat. And feel free to follow our journey along on Twitter with the hashtag #runbeezyrun
x to the ohhh!
P.S. What are your most amazing half marathon training tips? Tweet it beez! #runbeezyrun
Britney Spears closed out her Femme Fatale tour this weekend by bringing her entire family onstage. The child here is her niece, Maddie, daughter of Jamie-Lynn Spears, who is still not of legal drinking age.
Note that, even though Maddie’s outfit appears to be from the Wal-Mart sale rack, she is looking questionably at Aunt Britney’s fishnet-jorts combination. While the judgment might be a little pot-meets-kettle, at least someone had the nerve to give this woman’s outfit a second glance.
What happens when you forget your lunch and breakfast and don’t have time but to walk across the street to sevs to the elevs. You grab an apple, pull out the jar of nut butter that is ALWAYS in your cabinet, alongside your cinnamon you add to your tea every morning annndd you make a new delish, rather nutrish snack. 3 ingredients, infinite delish. Apples, cinnamon, nut buttah, oh AND love of course.
Warmth for your Apple Bottom
I know not the best photo, but please believe this little nugget fills your soul and is so easy to make, even I will do it.
1 green apple (or whatever I just like the sour), chopped
Cinnamon shakes (as many as you like, shake what your momma gave you)
Combine in bowl, microwave for 2 minutes
Mash up and add 1 tsp - 1 tbsp of your favorite nut buttah, I like almond or JIF natural. nomnomnoms
Enjoy your little treat that won’t add fluff to your apple bottom, just warmth
I know this is categorically dorky but I can’t tell you how exciting it is when you have an interest in photography and get a new toy to play with. Over the years I’ve seen and done it all and these are 10 of my favorite fun photography gifts to date! Perhaps perfect for that someone who also…
Yesterday I had such a treat of shooting one of my besties, and her rockin’ hubs. Not only is she amazing, and we go way, WAY back, she also is responsible for the these blonde locks of mine, so she’s kind of a big deal. Love her face, and Gabe. Thanks for letting me shoot you friends! x to the ohhh PS Follow her on Tumblr, for awesome hair styling tips, etcettss!