These two lovelies.

Dinner was this quick and easy salad of arugala, tomatoes, mushrooms and beans! And a repeat of last night’s dessert. 

I love salad a lot, but I love dessert a lot more. And since today well let’s talk about my hump day:

• Started with a speeding ticket on the way to the doctor at 7am
• Got too busy to eat lunch and I ate hummus with my fingers 
• Still finishing work right now, just taking a blog post break and it’s 10:35pm 
• Hubs is snoring next to me…
• Did not update the Daily Schweaty Balls calendar because I did not have time to workout
• 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:

x to the ohhh

Ready for OTL!

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.

x to the ohhh

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.

Here’s to looking forward.

(Photo by Tara Henry)

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.

2011 Moments:

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 fell in love with photography, and shot a wedding, a baby mama, and few other lovely amazing things.

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.

I started a job I truly love.

I perfected protein pancakes, and discovered the Almond Joy Smoothie.

Found the most amazing running buddy in the world!

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.

A few 2012 Goals:

• Complete the Insanity (workout review to come!)
• Shoot 3 weddings
• Complete my personal training certification
• Complete the San Diego Half Marathon in 2 hours or less
• Cook at home at least 3 meals a week

What are your goals for the New Year? Make it great chumps!

x to the ohhh