So don’t go bacon my heart,
I won’t go bacon your heart,
Don’t go bacon my heart!
THIS.
Long story very short, I had to suddenly move out of the place I was living about two weeks ago and have been couch surfing (explains my absence from blogging - too busy being homeless).
Thankfully sad story has a good ending to where I finally have my very own apartment. No roommates. No one to rely on but myself. Naked Sundays. Anything.
And this is the first meal I have cooked. Simple, delicious and done in my own kitchen.
Whole Foods, how I love thee.
Guess who approves Auntie Jojo’s Paleo Chili? Evie Bella!
Happy first birthday my sweet pea Evie Bella.
The Torrid Affair
I have this indiscreet love affair going on.
It is dysfunctional to some, but it just works. Some might disagree with my choice, but I brush their comments aside and follow my heart. There are times when life obligations makes it hard to see each other. I understand it can take sacrifices. Try so hard to get that full hour. Some may not appreciate the scars, the battle wounds. Or the surroundings defaced by white chalk. The cold, hard surroundings. Feeling the need to demonstrate what I’ve learned from this affair in public places. But, I love the unabashed hard work that goes into this.
At times, leaves me gasping for air. Fighting until I feel I can’t fight anymore. Pushing myself to get through just another minute. Yet, in the end, it is worth every single minute.
I know others that have a similar affair going on. And I completely understand and feel a connection to them. Even when I encounter someone from a different city or area with the same kind of relationship, we shake hands, and then we knowingly nod at each other. Might even begin talking about it. Share stories. Share bruises. Share scars. Show our hands. Go over how the outside world sees us. The inside jokes and lingo that many simply don’t understand. It is a kindred connection.
My everlasting love affair with CrossFit.
It is so hard to believe that my niece, Evie Bella, is almost 10 months! Time sure does fly by. Here she is reading one of her books at a coffee house, so scholarly.
Being precious with her book at Catalina Cafe
Welcome to the gun show.
Instantly this has become the worst Cinco de Mayo ever.
Sunny, you will be missed dearly and I’m so glad you got to live a long and happy 10 years of life. You certainly made a mark with your personality on anyone you met. All my closest friends have some sort of story about you…you sure were a legend. Definitely the pet with the most personality I have ever seen. Forever missed and never forgotten. Love you.
R.I.P. June 15, 2000 - May 5, 2011
Amor de bacon y huevos.
Miss Evie Bella says Happy Easter Tumblr world!
Can you believe my niece is only 3 months? She is a giant! And wearing 6-9 months clothes. I’ve noticed through the years that the jolliest babies are the chubby ones and the whiny ones are the thin babies. It’s a scientific fact*!!!
*Think Anchorman
Quick and easy late dinner. Small baked nuked sweet potato with bit of Kerrygold butter, spinach sauteed in bit of organic ghee and crushed garlic, and chicken and pesto meatballs (no breadcrumbs whatsoever).
Visited grandma where she is recovering from vertigo in a convalescent home which I really hate her to be there. But at least it’s only while she recovers. Such a strong woman. And 91 and still sassy as can be.
Something so calming about my little butterball sleeping on me.
Post WOD nomming of couple eggs, steak, spinach and a dollop of avocado. My version of steak and eggs was delicious.
On an important note, I’m having major anxiety feelings and eye twitching because my dear grandma is in the hospital. She is a strong trooper but I still worry specially because she is 91.
Dear CrossFit,
I like that you push me.That you shove me around. That you don’t listen to my whining, my excuses, my belly-aching.
When I say, “This is hard” … you say, “Do it again.”
When I say, “But I’m not good at this” … you say, “So, practice. Get good.”
When I say “This hurts” … you say, “So does life. Get over it.”
You poke me in the chest, you kick me in the ass, you drive me over the edge.
And I love every single flippin’ minute of it. Even as I hate it too.
If I wanted my workout to hug me and make me feel special, I’d be rocking some jazzeryoga40x in my basement. With some chamomile tea. And a blankie.
But I’m not here for the party. I’m here because I don’t need another person in life to tell me that I’m special and I’m good enough and I’m wonderful. (I mean, don’t stop with that, my ego kinda digs it.) But I want the truth. I can handle it. And I can handle the work to make myself better.
I don’t have a muscle-up. And I needed to be reminded of that, and the many other things I need to motor on.
See, CrossFit, we understand each other. Keep pushing me, don’t ever stop.
XOXOXOXO
Me
Source: CrossFit Lisbeth
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