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

Happy Frocking Sunday!

Hope your weekend was uber fabulosos!  Mine was wonderful!  Caught up with one of my most favorite people, January, and she kicked my donk 3 ways to sideways in yoga sculpt!  I forgot how ridiculously amazing she is, and how ridiculously hard that class is.  Yikes.  Saturday wrapped up a delish week of schweaty balls sesh’, and I am pumped to roll into next week. 

Saturday = Sweat + Do Laundry + Finish Wedding Photos

Soooo Sunday was about bike rides, farmers markets and whimsically wandering through a vintage sidewalk sale.  Where I scored this retro Liz Claiborne gem.

Emma says hey girl heyyyyy.  Jackalopes don’t care.  

This was literally a HUGE frocking sale.  I didn’t quite know what to do with myself.  Here’s the thing I love vintage threads, buttt I hate the smell of vintage.  It makes me nervous, that and all the people jammed in there rummaging through ish.  I do have minor bouts of agoraphobic panic attacks that make hubs laugh, but nonetheless I survived the sale.  Reaaallly a bit ahnryy that I just bought some sweet sunglasses, because I found some amazing vintage Chanels that would’ve done just nicely. #wahwah

I pedaled home and the hubs and I enjoyed a picnic on our patio watching the foosball. 

Itching for a fall crafternoon, I headed to Michael’s yearning to decorate, and put together this lady lovely of an arrangement.  It’s all dried flowers, wheat and feathers, so I actually can’t kill this plant, HOLLER.

Likey?  Makes my heart warm to have some fall between our walls.  Happy almost Monday chumps.  Time for sleepy just in time for 6am spin. 

P.S.  Totally love that spin class helps me kick hub’ butt racing up hills on our cruisers.

x to the ohhhhh

Told you this was happening. Blogging my schweat, blogging my meals, doing big thangs.  And already feeling fabulous.  Had a peachy 6am spin class followed by delishness.  Half way through the class I said to myself, “Self, I am so glad you got your arss out of bed today, because we could be sleeping.”  Holler.

Breakfast: Ginorrmousss White Peach. Mmmm better than a donut.

+ a hammerhead (shot of espresso w/ coffee), with a splash of coconut milk and a shake of stevia!

+ I wore white leggings today… Eeeeeh

Have a fabulous day friends.  See you at snack time.  Try not to get sick of me. 

x to the ohhhh

Here’s what’s happening.  I have a theory that either my throid is having issues, or I am eating more and/or working out less than I believe I am… So we gonna try a little experiment for the next two weeks:

1. I am planning my workouts for the week ahead of time
2.  I’m going to actually update my weekly schweaty balls log everyday
3. I’m blogging everything I eat.  Hello accountability.
4. Annndd I am not going to say anything bad about myself to myself or anyone else

Mmmm gimme peach

Today I hit up the farmer’s market, and cleaned them out of white peaches, because I know they will be long gone come next week.  And they are like my crack.   Bought some delish fresh kale, brussel sprouts, cauliflower, and Italian squash, and threw together some Vegan Chili in my new favorite thing, le crockpot.  Le Recita:

Eat yo Veggies Chili!

• 1 cup brussel sprouts, quartered
• 1  yellow squash, super thin mandolin slices
• 1  Italian squash, super thin mandolin slices
• 1 head of cauliflower, chopped up
• 1 can of black beans
• 1 cup of hummus
• Throw in the crockpot and slow cook for 8 hours, stirring every now and then

Me and my mom playing Dead Beaver.  Team Name: Badonka Donk and Badonka Donk Donkkk.  (I got it from my moommmma)

We had a pretty full weekend.  Yesterday I played in an OTL tournament, followed by a Dead Beaver tournament, followed by champagne that I mixed with a shot of rum.  Yep I thought it was a really good idea at the time too.  Today my donk sat on the couch and caught up with my favorite, Rachel Zoe.

Oh Rodg.

Looking forward to the healthy week ahead.  For now, off to eat ice cream.  Yep.  Oh and the pups send their love.

Hello good life.

x to the ohhhh