5. June 2016 by swissfitchick
As we enter the month of June which marks the turning point of the year, I start thinking….ok, just kidding. Putting deep thoughts and Lucie into the same context could be a dangerous cocktail. Apart from that, there are no meaningful thoughts in the recesses of my brain as we speak, since I am running like a headless chicken from work to training to friends and repeat. I haven’t had a night to myself at home in a good while, and I feel like I got to make space for it in the very near future.
Having said that, I cannot promise that this post is going to be a witty work of art, however I will make the effort to keep you entertained throughout.
So, pass me the wine and let’s get the ball rolling. Haha, balls.
We know by now that my girl existence is filled to the brim with tomboy – however, I am still a girl. I use the strategic edge of a rest day when I am not covered in chalk, blood-red face, ripped hands, smelling and sweaty, knotty hair, and go to the hairdresser. Seriously guys – every time she does my hair like this, I feel the urge to fall to my knees begging her to move in with me. A life without bad hair days seems like a legit goal to chase.
I took part in a fun competition a week ago. Despite being the asocial blonde against the randy dandy bootcamp trainers (Seriously. When will they learn that I don’t like someone screaming ‘Vamos Chickas!’ into my ears when I`m trying to focus on surviving? They`ve no idea what danger they put themselves in like that.) I was thrilled by the weather and of course the beer. Don’t mind my pin up girl pose, but I totally felt like stretching out on the table in between all those bottles. Almost unintended sexual innuendo here.
Going out for photowalks has been a rare indulgence lately, BUT I am going to have myself educated by professionals in this passion starting at end of summer. Being the photography nerd that I am, and being eager to bombard you all with a myriad of shoots until you start rolling your eyes, please bear with me. Not that this would stop me of course, being who am I.
Much to my frustration, summer is hiding behind the clouds at the time and the rain gets a shitstorm of all the brutal swearing words I can think of – not that this would change a thing of course. Dismayed, I haven’t even been to the pool yet – instead, I`m still wearing boots and a leather jacket. Though there ARE a few single occasions when the evening sunrays warm my patio and my peeps and I indulge ourselves in the summer vibes while sipping on wine and cooking some grilled masterpieces. Or we hang out on public rooftops, checking out
the guys the drinks. Good times indeed.
Speaking of my place, I gave it to my American sister and her husband this weekend who came to visit from Zurich. I am blessed to have all these good people surrounding me – what a great weekend that was. She promised me to cook pancakes, which was enough to convince me. I live the frugal life like that. The pup was over too and I was tempted to hide him in my closet until they left so he could stay with me. Then again, I dreaded he would die from starvation because I clearly have no feeding gene and can`t imagine feeding someone except myself. We went out for dinner and drinks on Saturday, only to detox in 90 minutes of madness on Sunday – called Advanced Class. Now I need to rest all week at the office.
I was recommended this book a few months ago and I intend to start reading it soon. Gutsy Girl seems like the perfect fit for all my senses, nature and what not – and what I read about the book so far speaks volumes to me on all levels. I will let you know if it’s worth the pennies.
Girls – these two cuties stole my heart years ago. I celebrated birthday bash with them last week which ended in a pizza and chocolate coma in the best way possible. Cake was involved. Bubbles too. And the aforementioned pizza. I definitely had the cake and ate it too – proven. It’s possible.
I promise my life does not only consist of booze and sugar – though, admittedly the occasions when I have these treats are the ones which are much more fun to talk about. Or are you interested in me telling you how I slurp on my clean postworkout smoothie in the car while spilling it on my chalk covered pants and the shift knob. My road rage also causes me to spit parts of it against the windshield together with my cursing. Classy. Or how I chop raw veggies, parmesan cheese, precooked chicken and hardboiled eggs in a panic mode because I`m starving like that. I have to point out though that I`m good at baked mealprep lately. What has been an edible punishment in the past (remember protein powder mugcakes = rocks without flavor – this guy knows what I’m talking about) is now a nice and fluffy oatmeal/banana/berry bread or healthy frittatas with all the good and fresh stuff. Hey, I sound like a healthy living blogger. #SelfFive
So, if you please excuse me, I will go and create some space and time for myself – pray for my creativeness, because for now, I don’t know how. (Rhyme. Ha.)
Over and out till next time!