Friday, April 18, 2014

Eggs Eggs Eggs

This past week has been a tad abnormal for me. This weekend is actually looking to be the same. It’s one of the last weekends until June that we don’t have packed full of travel/activities, and so we literally have zero plans, outside of church on Sunday and some kind of Easter meal.

I was working out of a different office all week, so my gym has been too far away to make the commute after work. I’ve been mixing up my workouts between biking and interval stuff – last night I hit Brooke’s Dirty 30 pretty hard, the sesh looked something like this, with some jump rope mixed in –
We haven’t talked food in awhile, and I think we should.  I committed hard to green smoothies for breakfast every morning this week, along with a hard boiled egg. I wasn’t sure if it was going to be filling enough, but it actually held me over well until my mid-morning snack. This past Wednesday I made this paleo Deconstructed Spaghetti Squash Carbonara, and added in a little sausage because I knew Andrew would want a little bit of substance…

and I poached eggs for the first time ever!
Wild success. He loved it, and said he would love to make the meal a weekly staple. I love when I can make him love paleo meals. I also love that we watched Frozen afterwards :)

What should I do this weekend? I’m thinking some hot yoga, and maybe some hiking if it’s nice? There’s also an apparently awesome Juice Bar in Fed Hill that I’ve been wanting to try.. maybe some egg dying is in order too?

Fingers crossed for another beautiful weather weekend. Any fun Easter traditions out there?? 

Linking up with Whitney to #Backthatazzup this Friday. Leaving you with one of my favorite songs right now - it's been my alarm all week to wake up to :)



Wednesday, April 16, 2014

April Strong Showers

It rained, all day yesterday. All. Day. It was quite the downer, and all I could think about was crawling into bed after work. Instead I crawled onto my bike and watched an episode of Suits, then got into my PJ’s shortly after.

This may be a bit more of a rant than confessions, a ranty Hump Day Confessions if you will.

I’ve come to hate the word skinny. 
I hate what it stands for actually, and that it is such a commonly used, positive descriptor.

That quote makes me want to punt a small animal.

Skinny girl brand, skinny taste, skinny this skinny that. 
I hate that girls are still striving to be “skinny.” And not even just girls, grown ass women.

Let me insert a disclaimer really quick. I’m not directly bashing 
anything, any website, any brand, anyone
The Skinnygirl line has some great tasting products out there, and I have tried some delicious recipes off of Skinny Taste and those kinds of websites. I have no beef with that.

It’s the word, and what it represents.

I personally, do not strive to be skinny. I’m over that. I’m SO over the mindset of 
“I’m a woman therefore I should be slender and thin and skinny and always need a man's help with heavy things.”


As a woman, I strive to be strong. I don’t drag my ass out of bed at 5 AM and do kettlebell swings and push-ups before work to with the hopes of looking malnourished. I don't drag myself to hot yoga on a Friday night after work hoping I sweat off some weight before the weekend.

Confidence is sexy. Strength, in so many forms, is sexy. Desperately striving to conform to look like the airbrushed models and what society has consistently brainwashed women to think is the ‘norm’ – that just ain't sexy in my book. Nor is it healthy. So stop.

Healthy is beautiful. Strong is beautiful. (Most days) I take pride in honoring my body by what I put in it, and the amazing things I get to do with it. The joy that working towards handstand push-ups brings me is fantastic. The pride I have in being able to deadlift the prescribed weight in a crossfit workout last month is still hanging around. Strength workouts not only give me some shape to my 5'11'' frame, but they keep my muscles happy. 

When I moved into my house in Baltimore this past summer, I moved in alone. I moved my bed, my double mattress, my two dressers, by myself. And I'm damn proud of it.

Yes, this is another one of those love your body rants. But for the love people Girls, can we please stop with the idolizing skinny crap once and for all?  It's going to be the end of me.

My confession? I hate the word skinny.

Cheers to strong, and muscles, and fit.