1. not being able to find the recycling bin (I’ve been the receiver of these confessions more times than I can count) and 2. their diet. The words “whole 30″, “paleo”, and “gluten free” have been sung into my ears so many times, in fact, that I’ve actually decided to give them a shot.
It all started a few weeks ago when I noticed that, if I was reclined a certain way, I could use my stomach as a table to hold my microwaved burrito while I watched Game of Thrones.
Now, it would be unfair to neglect to mention that ever since the Beyonce concert in Paris I have been on a mission to reshape my body to the proportions of the queen…but we all know that booty doesn’t come from half-ass squats done on a yoga mat in a studio apartment on Capitol Hill. So as I was half-sitting up on the couch, audibly pleading for Jon Snow to love me I then thought, “what if I change up my diet and add in some lunges to the apartment workout circuit? THEN I’ll be on the yellow brick road to booty-ville.”
So now here we are–knee deep in protein, leafy greens, and a vicious craving for those pillsbury halloween sugar cookies with the little ghosts on ‘em. My favorite paleo-friendly recipe I’ve made so far is very “fall” apprope: Pumpkin+Beef stew (via meatified). It’s super hearty and flavorful and it makes a lot (which is great because this meal prep thing is a strenuous activity for us modern microwave-burrito-eating women).
Super excited to see how I start to feel with the introduction of a healthier food pyramid into my life. I’ll keep ya’ll updated on how it’s going with the recipes and use you as a support group for when I start to miss bread so much that I’m writing it sonnets.
Hopefully the combination of the lack of pizza and additional, vigorous lunging means that my transformation into the queen will happen sooner rather than later. This once basic booty is about to get bey-utiful.
Speak to you soon!
When we traipsed off the train in Cannes, it was almost too easy to fall into the lifestyle of the quaint, french resort town. Every morning was spent lazily, draped across the furniture in the den sipping coffee and checking emails until hunger took over. After preparing our breakfasts of quiche and fresh mango, we’d open the big french doors and take our plates out to the glorious balcony that overlooked Rue d’Antibes (the main street in Cannes).
Around early afternoon we’d embark on adventures for the day. We hopped a train to Monaco and picnicked in the park and to Nice to link arms and chasse down the boardwalk. Sitting in beachside chairs facing the Cote d’Azur, we imagined the luxurious lives awaiting others in the oceanfront penthouse suites above. (Fear not, between popping into the shops and exploring the alleys, we found plenty of time for wines and cheeses.)
Each night the sunsets appeared to be painted onto the sky and they echoed across the pristine panes of the windows that paneled the romantic buildings lining every avenue. The south of France is as beautiful as we hoped. We finished the days almost just as we had started them: on the balcony. Wine in hand and the aromas of dinner wafting through the french doors that lead back into our charming AirBNB apartment.
As a million stars filled the sky and were uninterrupted by any big city lights, all I could think about was how perfect the easygoing nature of the south of France had been for us. Paris was calling and after a few days we’d be thrust back into the familiar routine of fast-paced traveling. For now, it was okay to take it slow. After all, traveling isn’t about how many extravagant attractions you see or how many trip-advisor recommended restaurants you eat in. It’s about the moments; it’s about the experience; it’s about the little things.
In the long run, they’re what you remember most.
The rainy seasons is upon us in Seattle, and for most people that means the onset of seasonal depression and general loneliness. For me? It’s soup time. Also, I just got a new raincoat and things are about to go from soggy to sassy. Strut through those monday morning rain sprinkles, miss thang.
I’ve got a lot to rave about this week (brace yourselves, posts are actually coming), but on the music front I’ve been obsessed with a few albums: 1) Halfnoise | Volcano Crowe, 2) Childish Gambino | Kauai, and 3) The Preatures | Blue Planet Eyes. Those are the albums I’ve had on loop. There’s a lot of variety genre wise, and you can ride that music wave allll through the week.
This weeks playlist is 100% inspired by the fact that fog and mist are about to be a part of every day of my life for the next few months. Might as well make the most of it, right?
Don’t let the rainy days get you down! Especially rainy Mondays.
Speak to you soon!
I’m not entirely sure how it is that a week can pass so quickly and seemingly without a moment to spare. This week’s distractions included no-bake cookies, a corgi puppy, happy hours and dreams of starting a paleo diet that are currently being overshadowed by aforementioned no-bake cookies….and happy hours.
No contest, really.
This weeks playlist is a mixture of chill autumn vibes and a few more upbeat recent obsessions. Enjoy!
Speak to you soon!
HOLY SMOKES have things been busy over here on the west coast or what.
Just as fall has been making it’s slow-but-steady appearance here in Seattle, the ever increasing amount of dots on my iphone’s calendar continue to hastily pop up. I have had a jam packed schedule that has been more spontaneous and unpredictable than normal (with the exception of Saturday brunch, because let’s be honest…you can always count on brunch with me) but I’m definitely not complaining. With each new day comes a new adventure, and what better way is there to live than that?
Monday playlist is here and I urge you to blast it on your morning commute. Beat those blues, ya’ll.
I’ve got Europe photos to share and cool places in Seattle to rant about. RLTC is back for fall, babay.
Speak to you soon!