It’s been decades since I’ve posted on a Thursday I think (exaggeration of course) but it’s one of those days when I legitimately feel like “thinking out loud” so I decided to join the party that Amanda hosts week after week.
Yesterday I devoted 50 minutes of my day to a personal yoga practice. Just me, my mat, and a YouTube video. I can’t even begin to say how hard it is for me to slow down and choose yoga when I have an hour for exercise – I’d much rather be pounding the pavement or lifting. But, as expected, I finished up and felt amazing. Not only physically, but I felt proud of myself for doing something that I know I needed, not something I wanted to do. Yoga can be so challenging to complete by yourself, so for me this was a great start to (hopefully) a weekly routine.
Anyone else read this? I’ve been reading more (another miracle) and I’m officially hooked on the book!! For those of you that have read it, I just made it to Part 2, so you can understand why I can’t put it down now! It’s SO good that instead of checking Instagram on my break yesterday I read. That’s when you know it’s serious.
If you were a food, what would you be?
Last night Zain and I got into an interesting conversation. Interesting isn’t even a good word for it…I guess “random” is better. I asked him, “If you had to label me as any food, what would it be?” He immediately thought this was a trap, I’m sure. Women, always trying to make mountains out of food metaphors. Jk it wasn’t a trap it legitimately popped into my head. He asked what I thought he was (smart man, figuring out the amount of detail that was required to satisfy the question). I responded with “Bacon cheeseburger with pickles, extra buttery bun.” His response about me. “A salad.” I laughed out loud and couldn’t believe that was his final answer. “Well I was going to think of the most complicated, intricate thing I could think of, but I couldn’t come up with anything.” That’s more like it. I will not be a salad, damnit.
Bravo or Brav-No?
I didn’t think it was possible but Bravo has gotten tackier and more classeless than when I was in college. And I think I was drunk 60% of the time I was watching those shows so that’s really saying something. Those Housewives in Atlanta need to get their act together (Kenya – are you a real person?) and I got about three minutes into “Below Deck” before I started losing faith in humanity. What’s even more strange is my choice of TV is usually CNN, Food Network, E or Bravo, so I dare someone to pinpoint my personality. I don’t even know.
“Eat Mor Chikin”
I can’t believe I went over a year without eating chicken. WTF was wrong with me?? I’ve always been a red meat vegetarian, but chicken and fish were always in the picture. Then, for some reason senior year of college, I just couldn’t bite into a piece of chicken. I hate that my mind and my stomach are so interconnected sometimes, because nothing in particular happened that made me stop eating it or start again (which I did about six months ago). So there’s always the chance it’s going to happen again. I reallllllly hope not, though, because so much of my diet lately has consisted of the bird. It’s also helped me to stop depending so much on soy protein products, which are delicious but not too great for you. Not to mention those Chik Fil A commercials get me every time – so, so funny.
At Flywheel this morning the instructor asked us all to create and reflect on our own personal intentions for the day. That is, what we want out of the day, what we are looking for in our lives currently. Ever since I started at lululemon I get this question asked of me a lot…what is my intention? It seems so “lala land” but it’s actually a VERY smart question to ponder every day.
My intention as of late has been to quantify the good parts of my life in the same way that I do the bad parts. I’m one of those people who let’s one bad thing label an entire situation. I can notice a million little beautiful things about a person, place or thing but then the second something bad shows its face, those good qualities are forgotten. If a teenage girl bumps me on the sidewalk because she’s too busy texting to scoot the F over (happens all. the. time.) that shouldn’t be what I talk about at the end of the day. Complaints become my narrative too often. I should come home and remember the good things – “I saw a man on the bus give up his seat to an elderly woman.” THAT should be how I reflect on the day. I’m the most guilty of this with Zain. He could do a million little things right but the second I say something and he doesn’t hear it because he’s on his phone, I blow it way out of proportion. It’s become an addiction…something bad happens, someone has to hear about it otherwise I can’t forget it. But can you imagine what would happen if instead of acknowledging the negative energy we just let it disappear instead of passing it around? This is so much easier said than done but it’s been my personal intention for almost a week now and I actually notice little improvements.
Still want one. Still need one. One day will have one.
- What are your personal intentions?
- Are you a “phase” eater, where you can’t eat something for long periods of time?
- Who has read Gone Girl? Don’t spoil it for me!