Never heard of her. What is this?
Kayla Itsines is a trainer in Australia who has created two online 12-week workouts called the Beach Body Guide (BBG) 1.0 and 2.0. Each one is $69.97 and you get an automatic PDF download once you purchase it. She also has two 2-week meal plans (one vegetarian and one regular). I first stumbled up on her on Instagram and started the workouts December 2014. I think she seems like a nice normal person who has also become insta-famous and probably insta-wealthy.
Which guide did you do?
Both! I have completed weeks 1-12 of BBG 1.0 and like it so much I’ve moved on to BBG 2.0 and am currently in week 16.
Hope everybody’s off to a nice start to the week. I’m feeling extra exhausted and I think it has something to do with our action-packed (for us, anyway) weekend…
HOLY CRAP HAPPY CATURDAY. We are still alive over here and Ralph and Weaz want to make the highly anticipated announcement of our Ultimate Plank Fitness giveaway winner.
In all my enthusiasm about the release of Jen’s book I got a little overzealous and ordered two copies on accident. So you know what that means…
HELLO I’M ALIVE.
March has been one hell of a month and I’ve honestly kind of been holding my breath for it to end for like 29 days straight. I just had a ton of stuff going on and a solid dose of personal struggle and am ready for a little more freedom of all kinds. My last big obligation of the month culminated in my company’s 24-hour overnight Hackathon this weekend and I lived to tell the tale.
It went like this.
This veganized boxed crumb cake is a product of my failed hairbrained attempt at making vegan coffee cake batter blondies. The problem? Instead of following my procedure for making vegan cake batter blondies, I just did a 1-for-1 vegan substitution for the exact recipe on the box. So I ended up with a vegan crumb cake instead of vegan crumb cake blondies.
There are worse problems.
Though the name might not imply it, Viva Chicken, a Peruvian place in the struggling-thriving-struggling-thriving again Elizabeth neighborhood, is home to some pretty substantial vegetarian fare making it a GO in our dueling lifestyle home. Nick eats chicken and I do not, but I can still eat well at Viva Chicken.
Step 1: Order the sangria.
Hello hello. Hope everybody had a solid weekend. I did absolutely nothing with my life and it was good. I avoided almost all human contact, checked almost all of my languishing emails and sort of started to slowly return to functioning again. There is a gaping hole in our lives where Tilly was and my apartment feels like a big hollow depressing cavern. That little cat had a huge presence. I was telling another cat owner who is about to make some of the same tough decisions I just did that I don’t think things necessarily get easier, they just get further away. So to that extent, each day at least feels a little easier.
Friday night I realized I hadn’t really eaten much at all this week and was suddenly starving to death so I sent Nick an emergency falafel text and that’s what we did for dinner. (Honestly any time I want falafel it’s kind of an emergency situation.)
Happy solemn Caturday. It makes me so sad to sit here at my desk in Tilly’s room (she really did have her own bedroom, that’s not a joke) without my little monster next to me. I think I underestimated what a force Tilly was in our lives until I got home and felt the hollow emptiness without her here. She was so vocal and so communicative and so responsive to my voice and I talked to her all the time. She always knew where we were and wanted to be there with all of us. She would shuffle from one room to the next to get in on the action or at least watch from the doorway and I keep finding myself listening for that swish swish swish scooting across the floor. For a two-legged cat, Tilly was on the move a lot.
It’s funny that I moved from a studio to a two-bedroom apartment to accommodate my growing cat family (crazy town, I know) only to find that we were all still always in one room together. They just all liked to be wherever Nick and I were and some of my favorite pictures are of all three of them together flipping furry middle fingers at my attempt to give them each their own space.
I don’t know if I’ll ever feel like a made the right decision, like I did right by Tilly and made the choices that would make her better. From where I am now, buried under the weight of grief I have truly never known, it’s mostly doubt and regret and it just really hurts. At the same time, I suppose if I had elected not to go forward with her surgery and she died, I would feel the same way, like I didn’t exhaust every last option to help her. The choices I was presented, I felt, were not choices at all, each one appearing to lead to the same heart-wrenching outcome.