17. April 2016 by swissfitchick
Oh, hey! Can you even remember when I wrote my last Currently… post? Me neither. Exactly, and that’s why I decided to write one today. Smart me.
So, today the struggle was real again. This.
I swear, taking off my sports bra OR putting it on when you are all sweaty, is more difficult than wrestling with Hugh Jackman during his Wolverine phase. Not that I would mind of course. Hey, Aussie muscles. But wait, I had a point. Bra’s, that is. I swear, the day will come when I am going to dislocate my shoulder with that sports bra disaster. Dude. This is a daily fuckin’ drama. If it wouldn’t be for my naked boobs, I would totally make a video. SO worth it.
THIS, on the other hand is one of the best moments of the day. And so much easier.
Ok, let’s play.
A pile of them is usually how it works for me. Currently it’s a german non-fiction book about non-violent communication, which I highly, highly recommend. It’s in English originally, written by Marshall Rosenberg. The Canterbury Tales had been the book for my English Thesis and I figured I want to reread it. The Dressmaker and ‘Das Orchideenhaus’ are two airport purchases from when I flew back home from New Zealand and I finally get to nose into these two.
Speaking of favorite beats, I share a favorite wasting time activity with someone special and we call it Juke Box. Hanging around iTunes and Spotify and picking out favorite songs – this makes for great old memories and dance sessions in the kitchen. Tracy is in the top ten, Billy Idol made it there too and we also have Elle King for now.
This has me salivating like Pavlov’s dog. Pizza. I baked a macro version. I put ground beef, grated carrots and zucchini, Parmigiano, flaxseed and eggs. Please someone come and fight me back so I am not swallowing the whole fuckin’ sheet in one sitting. Alright fine, in an overdose of selfless generosity I would even share some of it with you. So head over and bring wine.
If I don’t drool over my Pizza, I toss together a lazy spring meal with lettuce, feta, wild salmon, asparagus and blueberries. Hmm.
Wine with the bestie while exchanging about 15’000 words in solid four hours. BEST ever. Plus some fancy snack appetizers on the side, cause we are snazzy like that.
This gadget right here. I am not going to give it out of my hands anymore – despite the fact that I have to improve the quality of my pics A LOT, and I will get to pass a lesson by its former owner. I absolutely love to work with it – the look, the handling, the sound and the results are just so different and I like different. It’s artsy and cool and beautiful. And MINE.❤❤
Same same. Training 5 times a week intensely with about 2 active rest days and I love the routine. On Saturday, I managed something that looks pretty far from a Bar Muscle Up, but it is the beginning and every beginning is a little embarrassing. It also looks like I am hanging on to dear life and most honestly, I might have done so.
Just so you know how it actually looks like, I add the video of my trainer…..
Hanging out with this guy postworkout just added some more fun:
Restdays are a some steady Cardio, Mobility and Food.
My English lessons. It is one of my favorite investments and the three hours literally fly by. And yes, my teacher totally taught me the word bitch slap. He also taught me ‘I couldn’t be arsed.’ Clearly, it’s a no brainer to safe this in my vocabulary. He knows me pretty well already – not sure if that is a good thing though.
To put this straight, I improved my knowledge about the tenses this weekend too. I truly suck at them. My vocabulary and my orthography might be champlike, but tenses….oh fuckin’ hell.
Rain. And if it is not raining, spring is in full force and it feels so damn good. Somewhere in the recess of what is left of my brain, I remember I’d been in summer just about two months ago and I can’t wait for it to be here asap. My sandals, FlipFlops, skirts, jeans shorts, bikinis and tank tops are already squealing out of my closet.
I sometimes spit when I talk. If that is during a meal, food comes out too. If it is really dramatic, I mumble sorry while wiping away the mess of my vis-à-vis’s face or jacket (that’s a little awkward sometimes to be honest). If it is not as disastrous, I pretend like nothing happened. While knowing that I am totally aware of my spitting and every other attendee is too. Oh hello, stupid Poker Face.
So now, your turn. Share a confession, food, a song or the weather on your side of the world.