Check In

What is up? I’ve been all MIA again, so here’s a quick catch-up on the latest happenings.

I was in Boulder, CO for a work project and got caught in a blizzard. That was fun.

Then I went to Vegas for my sister’s bachelorette party. 

I got drunk and lost money. It was a good time. And you know it was a good time when you find pictures in your photo stream you don’t remember taking. Wait, we were on the roof of the Mandalay?

I’m crushing through a couple of work projects now, and then it will be my sister’s Wedding Weekendpalooza! I still have to write my maid of honor speech. Crap.

And some Christopher Walken memes to set the weekend off right.

For the yogis out there:


And just because:


Go make it a great weekend! 

What I Wish I Was Eating–Independence Day Version

Ahh! It’s a holiday! I *may* have prepped this post on the plane last night so I could sleep in today. Wait, no I didn’t. That would be planning ahead and stuff, and since I was on a plane until 1:00 am this morning, well, things just didn’t happen. So I slept in. That’s what holidays are for, right? Well, except for Christmas. You have to wake up early to greet the Santa presents for Christmas. But all other holidays, snooze away.

Anyway, I’m still not sure what our plans for the day’s festivities are. At least, I don’t know, but Hulk does. He is our social engagement coordinator, after all. So at some point I’m sure we shall be whisked off to a barbecue or backyard party or maybe a boat ride or something. In the meantime, Pinterest shall help me dream of what we’ll eat today! That sounds like fun, too!

Here’s all the food porn I’ve pinned for the day’s dietary dreaming:

Starting with some fine, tasty beverages,


Can’t go wrong with bubbles. And the little star toppers are a festive touch.


Not quite 4th of July, but still looks refreshing for a summer picnic.


There we go! I’m loving the “layered” look.

Then we move on to the pre-meal time snackies. Because you need to eat something first to make you more hungry to eat more.


A festive fruit plate. Even I think I could do this one and not screw it up!


Fruit kebabs! Argh, too much cute!

And then, let the grilling begin. I love me a good barbecue!


Ribs! Oh, yes. That has to happen.


We used to grill shrimp all the time in a brandy-sugar marinade. Maybe we need to bring this tradition back this year?


And the classics. Bacon-wrapped hot dogs. Can’t go wrong with that.

And don’t forget the sides!


Citrus-fennel cole slaw! I love slaw, especially with fun, new ingredients.


Grilled avocado! Um, yes, please!


And of course grilled corn on the cob. It just wouldn’t be summer without it.

Still have room left? No? Ah, well, jump up and down a few times, because here comes dessert:


Are these the cutest or what? I think they’re either tarts or cheesecake. Either way, I love the layers and the blueberry garnish.


Some decorated rice krispie treats on a stick, for the kiddos (and when I say kiddos, I mean me).

Finally, what is an American holiday without some American pie?


Even better when they’re hand pies! Perfect, saves on cutting, and I don’t have to share!

Enjoy your day, I hope it’s not too foggy to see fireworks where you’re at, and if you’re not celebrating the 4th, have a most wonderful Friday and enjoy your weekend!


Secretly Six Years Old

You know when you have a dream so real, you confuse it with reality? What are those called? Well, I had one of those last night, with some amusing side effects. Yesterday at work, I received a meeting invite for a kind-of-a-big-deal meeting. The meeting was for 5:00 am this morning, since it involved kind-of-a-big-deal folks on the east coast. Okay, great. If I need to be at an early morning meeting every once in a while because the project is based on the east coast, I can handle that. But normally we try to schedule meetings as close to normal working hours as possible, so that was weird. However, since the meeting was for kind-of-a-big-deal people and we were working around their schedule, maybe that’s all that was available. And I’m far from a big deal, so I wasn’t sure if it was a courtesy invite, or if I’m a required attendee. So, do I accept and lose out on an hour of sleep? Or do I assume they couldn’t possibly expect California to attend a 5:00 am conference call and it’s all a misunderstanding?

I got distracted by shiny things didn’t get a chance to address it at work, and I didn’t think about it until I was going to bed and setting my alarm for the next day. So I texted my boss at 10:00 pm asking if I needed to be on the call. Then I went to bed, setting my alarm early just in case.

Apparently, I dreamed that my boss texted back that I didn’t need to attend, so I shut off the alarm. In my dream. Then I dreamed other stuff, so I became confused that it was all a dream. So when my alarm went off at 4:45, I was super confused. I turned this alarm off! I didn’t have to be on the call, what is going on. Then I checked my texts, realized my boss never texted me back in real life, and I still didn’t know if I needed to be on the call or not. Ugh. So I waited until 5:00 am and joined the call.

There was no one on the line.

I checked the meeting invite. It was schedule for March 5, not February 5. Since both days fall on a Wednesday it didn’t occur to me to check the month. And that’s the week I’m on the east coast, so they actually scheduled the meeting for when I would be there during business hours. Oh em gee.

On the plus side, I had an awesome, leisurely breakfast and food prepped some more stuff to last the rest of the week.

In other random news, I was horribly, illogically excited that I had all the ingredients to make Ants on a Log at work yesterday.


I was grinning like an idiot and sort of giggling to myself the entire time. Yes, I am secretly 6 years old.

I’ve been user testing a new workout training app. It’s called Spitfire Athlete, and it’s being designed and developed by a trainer in San Francisco. It’s a weight training app for women. For “real” weight training, like barbells and stuff, not the Gwyneth Paltrow only-lift-5-lbs weights. I’m really digging it so far. It’s not released yet, but when it is I’ll let you know. But that’s where my workouts have been lately.

Alright, this is a word-y post. Here is a happy picture pulled from Pinterest to cheer up your hump day. May your day make you as happy as the trampoline has made these goats.


All the Salads

Oh my gosh, you guys. I am really, really tired. And tired of salads. But mostly just tired. Darn jet lag.

Because this is the only interesting content that’s happened to me in the past 48 hours, let me show you all the food. That’s mostly salad.

Hotel breakfast buffet of sausage patty, some sort of sausage-potato-pepper hash, and fruit.



This looks like it would be a good salad, but the chicken was so dry I might as well have eaten the styrofoam container. Plus, I put the beets over the strawberries, and that was a mistake.



Banana and AB snack



Dinner #1: lettuce salad, fruit, and the olives and artichoke off of the Mediterranean skewers.





Dinner #2 (after I worked out and was ravenous). Much better! Take-out salmon, taters, and mixed veggies. French onion soup for dessert (yes, I splurged on the cheese and croutons).



Breakfast buffet #2: canadian bacon and oh, more fruit. Plus 2 hb eggs I had in my room.

Hmm, thought I had a picture. Oh, well.

Lunch was the same as yesterday, only more eggplant and less beets.

Dinner: hamburger patty and veggies. Much, much better.



And the obligatory post-work-but-still-working glass of complimentary chablis.



Not pictured: several packets of tuna, and some fruit smuggled to work from the breakfast buffet as afternoon snacks.

Still making the food plan work on the road. It’s frustrating at times. I was so ready to throw in the towel yesterday and dive in to all of the appetizers the hotel buffet was serving that would have totally derailed me and given me a stomach ache. The difference now is that I really want to feel healthy again, and the only way to do that is to stay away from the stuff that I know makes me crappy.

I’m rather spent, so here’s an appropriate meme I found on Pinterest. Fortunately it didn’t apply to me today, but there are always those days …



Happy hump day!

Thursday Wordsday

I wanted to do another “best of Pinterest” post for today. Is it just me, or has the “Humorous” category in Pinterest become less humorous lately? I used to find at least a few zingers upon perusal but now it feels inundated with references to TV shows I don’t watch, cliche memes, and a bunch of those “someecards” that are becoming less clever and more snotty.

But there are still minions. Minions are good.

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So that’s cool.

History was made this morning. It’s been about two years since the last appearance of oats for breakfast. And this morning, they retuned. With a vengeance.


I blame you, blog world. You and all your overnight oats, pumpkin oats, and oats in an almost empty nut butter jar. I got oats on the brain and need to remind myself why I don’t do oats anymore. So Squish and I had a big ol’ bowl heaped with raisins, cinnamon, and milk. It was delicious. And now I have heartburn. And I want to nap. I guess that’s normal, though.

Breakfast is getting hard in the morning because whatever I make, Squish just isn’t interested in eating. But if course the mornings I don’t make him breakfast, he’s ravenous and ends up eating half of mine. Then I always forget if I need to make Hulk breakfast or not. It takes a lot longer to make breakfast for three people instead of one person. So if I invest the time in making the family breakfast, they better darn well eat it while it’s hot. Which almost never happens.

I want to go to yoga. I think I’ll go to yoga on Sunday.


I’m still fighting this bug. I took a Sudafed this morning. You know it’s real when I start to medicate, normally I prefer the natural relief routes. Yesterday I cut my run short to just over three miles. I wasn’t feeling it, and my hamstrings felt so tight I thought they would snap. So I spent some extra time on the foam roller when I got home. And I’m using this guy a lot more at work.


Here’s to a random, disjointed post. I think the Sudafed’s kicking in now.

Have a happy Friday Eve!

Five Things Friday

It’s Friday! *happydancehappydancehappydance*

I’m feeling very creative today – okay, not really. I drank too much wine last night and don’t have the brain cells to put together a normal post. So I’m doing a cliche “Five Things Friday” post until my head heals enough to remember what I’m doing in life.

  1. The Folsom Street Fair is this weekend. Just another reminder on why I love San Francisco. If you prefer not to Google it, Folsom Street Fair is the largest BDSM and leather lifestyle festival in, like, the world or something. Unfortunately, I seemed to have misplaced my assless chaps in a move, so I will not be attending this year. The good news is the fair takes place just a handful of blocks away from me, so we should be able to spectate from afar and experience all of the colorful SF characters running around the neighborhood.2. We are one workweek down from Alexis’s 30-day Self-Care Aventure! How are you doing? Drop by her blog and check in when you get a chance.

    3. On Tuesday, KERF posted about a new service called CookSmarts. It’s a meal planning service that sends you weekly menus, recipes, and shopping lists to help get your home-cooked dinners organized. I cook almost all of our meals at home, and as much as I love the idea of meal planning I can never seem to get it together to execute it well. So I’m testing out CookSmarts next week with a free 4-day trial. We’ll see how it goes!

    4. We’ve lost our TV remote. Again. I really hope it didn’t go out the window.

    5. I start my new job on Tuesday! Woot!

How is your Friday going? Do you have any fun weekend plans in the works? Anyone attending Folsom?

And just because:

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The One Where Watching Crossfit Games = Rocket Fuel

Top o’ the mornin’ to ya! Or afternoon, if you’re not on the West Coast. Or tomorrow, if you’re not in the Western Hemisphere. I really need to put these up sooner in the day.

If you missed it, then I will not hesitate to brag about the Versatile Blog Award from yesterday. That’s right, I got a blog award. For reals. I’m a dork.

I have been on a killer workout roll! Hulk and I got a chance to work out together yesterday, and he in his Hulkly form put me through the ringer. Since I was super sore and walking funny from the weekend we just worked on arms. It still hurt.

The Hulk Arm Wringer Workout:
w/u – medicine ball partner exercises that Hulk pulled from some dark, demonic corner of hell
Dumbbell Kettlebell thruster thingys – 3×10 dumbbell @ 15, 20, 15 lbs respectively
Bench Press – 3×10 @ 30 lbs
Shoulder Press – 3×10 @ 15 lbs (my shoulder was bothering me after all the medicine ball action so I wend down a bit)
Single-arm rows – 3×10 @ 15 lbs
Incline Shoulder Press – 3×10 @ 15 lbs
Bicep Curls aka “Lady Killers” – 3×10 @ 15 lbs

I slept like crap Monday night. I had a hard time falling asleep, and Hulk and the roommate went out with my brother and everyone sort of started trickling back around 2 am and waking me up. It wouldn’t have bothered me too much, but the idiot dog barked every time he heard a noise.

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No, dumbass. It’s the same family and friends that have been around for months/years/since we’ve had you. Get over it.

Anyway, I slept in and packed my (totally random) breakfast/lunch for work.


Some frittata I made for breakfast and didn’t have time to eat, the last of the AB, banana, a couple of HB eggs, carrots, and an orange.

OMG, it’s been so long since I’ve had a banana with AB. Normally the bananas are reserved for Squishy purposes. Wow. That was an epic snack of foodgasms.

After work, I hit the gym. My legs are – get this – still sore from the weekend. I do have that triathlon in September to prep for, so I spun on the stationary bike and watched the Crossfit Games. I had never watched the Crossfit Games before. And now I will never watch anything else while working out ever again. That shiz was, like, rocket fuel. I saw the final heats of Fran, and was so absorbed in competition I didn’t realize that I had sprinted to the end of my workout and the machine had turned off. So my 20-minute gentle spin to warm up and work the legs turned into a 25-minute tempo pace. But it felt fantastic.

Then I did some lifts for stuff that wasn’t sore yet:

– Deadlift 2×10@ 25 lb barbells 1×10 @ 30 lbs

– Bent-over rows 3×12 @ 15 lbs

– Pronated chest flys 1×10 @ 10 lbs (never done these before, and my shoulder was not a fan. Maybe do them inclined next time.)

-Back Extentions 3×10; 1 set on the stability ball that was too large for me and I kept rolling off of it, 2 on the floor holding a 4-lb medicine ball

Then I ate a hearty dinner. I threw some frozen chicken breasts in the oven before I went to the gym and Hulk had just pulled them out as I walked in the door.


Chicken, the last of the taters I roasted last week, and broccoli. + beer.

Further proof that I’m a dork:

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This was hilarious.

The One About Another Lazy Pinterest Day

This weekend I took a social media break and spent some quality time in Pinterest. Which I understand is a type of social media – the irony is not lost on me – but since I don’t have to actually interact with other online humans, I feel that it is a grey area.

Anyway, since I don’t have a real post planned and my personal life has seemed to veer from a “manageable insane” to “Welcome to Crazytown” in the last 48 hours, here are some of the pins I found amusing, for your amusement.

Real content to come tomorrow. Maybe.



Note: I didn’t get that memo.















The One Where I Sleep, Whole30 Day 2

Yikes, what a morning. It’s Hulk’s first day at his new gig, so things were more chaotic than usual trying to get two full-grown adults off to work rather than just one. Plus, we stayed up late last night hanging out with my little bro and waiting for my sister to get into town. I am sucking down coffee like no one’s business this morning.

I am constanatly battling myself for my need for 9 hours of sleep. I know I’ve complained about this before, and I will continue to complain about it because in our society, sleep is lame. I downloaded a new app on my iPhone called Sleep Cycle during my last W30, and it was a game-changer for me. It tracks how deep your sleep is by registring your movements while you’re out. I plug my phone in, start the app, and stick my phone under the fitted sheet just above my head when I go to bed. In the morning (if I don’t set the alarm) I pick up my phone and it gives me the stats for my sleep. Here’s my data from last night:


As you can see, it took me about an hour to finally fall asleep, and it wasn’t very deep at all. I woke up to Squishy’s babbling just before 7:00 am.

Here was a great night from a couple weeks ago:


Solid 9 hours, deep cycles, and I woke up naturally and refreshed at 6 AM.

As if this isn’t too geek-tastic, you know how most normal humans have an alarm to wake them up? Well, mine tells me to go to sleep. But just like your wake-up alarm, it only works if you don’t shut it off and keep doing whatever it is you’re doing.


I don’t know where I’m going with all of this. I guess all I’m trying to say is I get tired and cranky with too little sleep, and I have various methods to quantify what “too little” is, and techniques in place to attempt to minimize the risk of sleep failure.

Whole30 Day 2:

Hulk made a veggie scramble before running out the door with red onion, spinach, and eggs. Since it was a chaotic morning and I was trying to feed the Squish at the same time I was scarfing my egg down, no picture was taken. But here’s a pic Squishy took of himself when he was playing with my phone.


Backing up to yesterday, I had lunch in a nearby park yesterday. It was sunny and the perfect way to enjoy my potroast-curried-chicken-sweet-potato leftovers. Turns out that was a very delicious combo!


Dinner was, unfortuantely, the honey-baked ham. I thought Hulk was going to go shopping yesterday, but he thought “shopping” was picking up the tea and diaper wipes I texted him to add to the list, and nothing else. Plus, I just can’t get over the six pounds of ham that I don’t want to waste. So I ate it with frozen peas. Since we had a bunch of people over, I didn’t take a picture. But I did avoid the beer and drank sparkling water instead. Note to self: invest in more sparkling water.

I didn’t run this morning like I had planned. Since Amanda is Squishy-sitting today, maybe I can sneak out when I get home for a quick 3-miler. I’ve missed my long runs the past 2 weekends and Sunday I have 5 miles schedule to stay with my half marathon plan. Soooo, I should probably run a bit before then. Plus, I need to work out every day to sitck with at least one of my W30 goals.

About that … I’m probably not going to be 100% compliant. I looked on the can of coconut milk I’ve been using for FOUR MONTHS, and … guar gum. Shit. As I now source a brand of additive-free coconut milk while eating my non-compliant ham, I realized that I need to reassess my W30 expectations.

Last time, I was 100%, to-the-letter compliant. Well, excpet for the coconut milk, apparently. But I followed everything to the letter. I found out my herbal tea had soy lectithin in it and promptly threw it out. When I realized my kombucha drinking was becoming a little no-brakes, I stopped. I avoided most fruit to 1-2 servings a day, and never after a meal, because I wanted to control the sugar cravings. I tried to be very aware of everything I was in contact with – food, styling products, even TV, sleep, and relationships; the whole deal. I enjoyed the challenge immensly and it was great learning all kinds of new facts about what stuff really does to you, but very time-consuming and a little obsessive.

This time around, I just want to enjoy the ride. If I want to go out to eat with friends, I’d rather choose to avoid the bread basket but not worry if my fish was cooked in seed oils. Should Hulk fry my eggs in butter, I don’t want to make a stink about it but rather appreciate the fact that he made breakfast for me. My mom is visiting next week and although this will be her third time visiting us in SF, I’ve yet to take her out on the town. I would like to treat my mom to dinner and maybe a drink at a swanky downtown SF bar.

I realize that these are sound like excuses. They probably are. There’s people that do W30 and attend weddings or birthday parties and avoid the cake. Vacation and maintain compliance. And I know I can choose to do that. But if I can kill the sugar dragon by not having bags of Swedish Fish and cookies in my desk at work, and not stopping by Specialty’s for a sweet roll for breakfast, I’m already miles ahead. It’s these habits I want to break, not stressing about and feeling guilty because I didn’t ask what type of oil the veggies are sauteed in.

I do feel guilty. I know that everyone else is being diligent and following the rules, while I’m picking and choosing which rules I feel like following. But I’m setting myself up for failure if I don’t modify my expectations. I don’t intend on slipping up on the big stuff. I’m not going to eat the cookies I just found in my desk drawer (in fact, I’ve already thrown them away). When we go out, I’m sticking to the plan of meat, healthy fats, and veggies. And there will be no afternoon candy runs. But in the situations where the food prep is out of my control, I’ll do the best I can to be compliant. But I’m not going to freak out if I find out that Hulk fried my chicken with non-compliant bacon grease. I’d rather complain to him about his dirty socks on the floor instead of how he didn’t cook my dinner “right” 🙂

Ugh, sorry. That was verbose. We’ll have more fun tomorrow, I promise!

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Oh yes, the fun we shall have!