Why did it snow in Buffalo?!

I landed in 46 degree weather last night. 46 degrees. BRRR!  Thank goodness I don't live upstate year round because it should not be snowing/sleeting in mid-May. Ever. 

Today I wake up sore and sad. I miss Z. Sometimes, I just can't shake the feeling. But I don't actually miss him, I miss the idea of him. I know it's normal, so I'll just fill my day and find ways to be super busy. 

I've convinced a colleague to bring a Vitamix on this work trip. He is new to the Vitamix world but wants to seriously jump on this healthy living bandwagon ASAP. I'm excited to share recipes for delicious green smoothies (kale or spinach based). I usually don't like too many fruits in mine because they have too much sugar, bit for this week, I plan on including a generous amount of strawberries, grapes, apples, and mango chunks to ease him into it.

I stopped at wegmans last night to pick up all of the desired ingredients, and saw a 12-pack of Mason jars on sale for $8!  What a steal! I had to buy them, as an introductory gift to the world of clean eating. Who doesn't want to drink a bright green concoction from a mason jar?!

Looking towards brighter skies. 

vq23

No sleep for the restless

I've been waking up at 5 everyday, no matter what time I go to bed.  10pm, 2am, my brain has been switching on at 5 because my subconscious wants to think about Z and what used to be us.  The vivid dreams, or more appropriately nightmares, drive my sporadic sleep patterns, waking up every hour from flashbacks.  Which is weird.  I can usually sleep through anything!  Lights on, noisy construction--when my head touches the pillow, I'm OUT.

Well, up and at 'em.  It's gym time.  I started crossfit in February, and I've been hooked!  Ready for today's work out:

A. Practice: Freestanding Handstands and walk.
B. “Diane” 21-15-9 Deadlift 225/185, Handstand push up

Edit: 5:44, scaled HSPUs and 103
Today shouldn't be too bad.  Unlike Friday's workout, which was pretty epic.
“Filthy Fifty”
50 Box jumps
50 Jumping pull-ups
50 Kettlebell swings 12 kg
Walking Lunge, 50 steps
50 Knees to elbows
50 Push press, 35 pounds
50 supermans
50 Wall ball shots, 10 pound ball
50 Burpees
50 Double unders

27:27

Happy Sunday--who's ready for a new beginning?!

vq23

So my on-again-off-again boyfriend of 7 years...

Just broke up with me.  Again.  This has got to be, what, the ninth break up in seven years?  Well, good riddance.  I'd like to think that I'm a smart girl, and I learn from my mistakes... but I've made this mistake one too many times.  I certainly will not make it again!  For anonymity reasons, I'll refer to this ex boyfriend as "Z" (this isn't much of a disguise because everyone who knows me knows EXACTLY who Z is... oh well!).

Let me start out by sharing with you who I am.  I just turned 25 (has anyone else who just turned 25 noticed that they are all of a sudden in the 25-34 age range in surveys???), and I currently live in NYC.
I'm a born-and-raised New Yorker--through and through!  I've never lived in any other state, although my travels take me all over the world.  Born in Brooklyn, raised on Long Island (no, I'm not your typical "ehmagawd, I'm from longggisland" type of gal), attended college in Ithaca, and now live in the busy borough of Manhattan.  Yes, I am a very proud New Yorker... stuck in a Southern California mindset.  I'm definitely type A, ambitious, and a go-getter.  And yes, I usually get what I want because I'm determined and work hard without fail.

While I'm all of those things, I am still have the attitude of a SoCal beach babe.  I'm a marathon runner, and a health nut, and those who know me are entertained by my passion for well-being.  I'm a yoga enthusiast with a creative mind, always trying to think outside the box.  While I work in finance, it's not my passion.  My passion is people and happiness.  I want to get to know who you are and what you love because that makes me happy.  No, I do not want to know what you do because chances are, it's not your passion either.

So while this break up has been lingering on my mind this past week (it's been exactly one week since the out-of-the-blue, "it's not you, it's me" conversation), I'm ready to move on.  For real this time.  Ready to talk to strangers on the subway, and eat meals by myself to see if anyone offers their company.  I'm still hurting from this heartbreak, but I'm not going to stop myself from falling in love again because that's not who I am.  I'm a hopeless romantic, and I know someone is out there, waiting for me to fall head-over-heels for him.  Someone who deserves me, because I have to admit I am a catch.  There's a reason why people, strangers, are always so drawn to me.  It's because I'm always smiling.  I can't help it--I'm a happy person!  And I'm always having a good f***ing time.  People can always sense this, and they always want to be a part of it.  On planes, trains, at concerts, restaurants, clubs--it doesn't matter because wherever I am, I make new friends.

So stick with me to see how I keep myself busy to forget all about ... what's his name???  It's going to be an adventure--I can 100% promise that.  And just for starters, tomorrow for brunch, I'm catching up with a cute guy I dated for a couple of months back in college (during an "off again" period with Z).

Cheers to love, life, and making foolish mistakes in the pursuit of happiness.

vq23