I hiked up Mt Baldy!
It was part of 3 peak challenge my amazing friends and I are doing. (I’m the one in the bear head wrap). So far we’ve done the ‘easy’ peak. Mt Baldy, or San Antonio, has an elevation of 10,064 and is 10.2 miles, round trip. My fitbit clocked me at around 15 miles, but who knows. I’m shorter so I take smaller steps.
It was absolutely breathtaking. It’s been almost a week since we hiked up, and I’m feeling major withdraws. I just want to get back out there and keep hiking. To be sure, while going up I was feeling the elevation and my lack of endurance.
Coming off a 2 month injury, my biggest worry was being the slow person in the group. I was, but I didn’t factor in that my friends are fantastic and it wasn’t even a big thing. It was totally fine. And getting to the top and hanging out was bliss.
We made friends with these two other hiker dudes and they hung out all the way down. Which was great because I got to borrow a pole. Now, I’d always thought they were dorky, but I’m slow as molasses on the way down because I expect to fall and smash my head open. They loaned me a pole, one pole, and I was able to keep up with the group. It was a straight up miracle! So, needless to say, I bought a set of my own for future hikes. It’s bad enough being the semi-out-of-shape one in the group on the way up, I don’t really want to be what slows us up on the way back too!
We gave ourselves a weekend break, so no mountain scaling for me this weekend. But I can’t wait for San Gorgonio next!
AND that’s a check on #13 of the 30 in 30 challenge!
So, as promised, (and better late than never) here are my thoughts on my Whole 30 experience. This was my second time doing it, and I stuck with it a lot more. I was still not, how would you say– perfect– by any stretch of the imagination, but it really worked for me. And check mark for the 30 in 330 goal!
I felt great. Eating good foods really does mean you feel good. Take a look at some of these beauties. I invested in a spiralizer and I satisfy all my pasta cravings with zoodles and suffer zero guilt. I actually meal planned while on the Whole 30, and that was both a lesson in itself and really helpful for not just eating crap.
But the biggest help was starting an Instagram account to document my progress. Originally it had a whole 30 title but I’ve since changed it to @TravelingPaleo to continue to motivate me in my fitness and health goals.
I lost 5-7 lbs during the month, and so far I’ve mostly maintained that. On the left is the After photo and on the right is the Before photo. It’s amazing how much of a difference even 5 pounds can make in how you feel, how your clothes fit, and your overall motivation to keep working out and staying the course.
I’m trying to adopt more of a paleo lifestyle and eat less carbs and try to fill up on veggies, but it’s harder without the full all-or-nothing mentality. It was very difficult when I visited my mom over the weekend (I did not come from a veggie friendly family). But I’ve stuck with it.
Have you ever tried a diet fad? Tried to figure out what makes you feel like you’ve got ‘tiger’s blood’? What’s your best health tip?
So I came across this challenge: http://30-in-330.blogspot.com/ where the goal is to complete 30 goals within the remaining 330 days of the year. I found it via Habitica (love that goal getting app!) And my list, in no particular order:
- Run and PR in a half marathon
- Write a pilot script
- Pet a hippo
- Script Sup another feature
- Take pictures with film camera
Set up my fish tank
- Host kombucha tasting party
- Lose 10 pounds
Do month of Whole 30
- Get my bartending license
- Do a handstand
- Make homemade tiramasu
- Hike up a mountain
- Read 12 books
Paint under bar area in kitchen with gold design
Give up alcohol for one week
- Consolidate sewing pile to one bin
- Write a screenplay
- Repair picnic table
Eat epic meal
- Finish darkroom painting
- Play a song on violin
- Organize GMedia equipment
- Make Julia Childs recipe
- Do a pull up
- Do a boudoir photo shoot
Apply to writing fellowships
- 30 days of sex
- Buy queen size bed
- Go on a weekend getaway
More later as I actually go through each item and my plan to accomplish it!
That’s the sound of a broken clock
That’s the sound of an unloading glock
That’s the sound of another lie
That’s the sound of an argument won
That’s the sound of how you cry
That’s the sound of how you write
That’s the sound of starting to heal
That’s the sound of you running to rush
That’s the sound of passing years
That’s the sound of you.
So I was walking into my local Sprouts and they were grilling slabs of ribs for purchase. My husband and I decided to snag a half slab as we were leaving. We were about to get in our car and leave when I heard the sound of a violin. There was a man playing off to the side of the store. I was immediately reminded of this article:
So we decided to take the time, stop, and eat our freshly purchased ribs outside on a picnic table instead of rushing home. It was extremely pleasant to eat outside, enjoy some live music, and take some time to enjoy life rather than rush through it.
So it’s tax time, and I’m sitting here avoiding doing my taxes by doing everything else I can possibly think of. (I’ve now cleaning out my email inbox, responded to every email, done dishes, cleaned the apartment, played with my cat, and drafted a couple blog posts)
I hate doing my taxes. I know everyone does, but doing taxes makes me feel like I fail as a adult. Whenever I do my taxes I’m always reminded that I should do a better job of keeping track of bills, payments, incoming funds, etc… As a freelancer there are whole other aspects to doing taxes that I never had to worry about when working a 9 to 5. And since my husband and I both freelance it feels even more difficult. Maybe I’m just being a whiny baby, but it’s hard to remember to keep track of the receipts that have mailing envelopes on them, much less plane tickets or equipment costs.
Doing taxes just reminds me that I hate dealing with paperwork. I know I’m better than some people. I was raised by two accountants, so at least I try to balance my checkbook every month and I save what receipts I can. I guess I just know how much better I could do, and it is disheartening to realize that I fall way short of what I could be doing.
Death and taxes: the only certainties in life. I feel like you can do both exceedingly well or exceedingly poorly. I plan on dying exceedingly well when I’m 111 and after I’ve given my Bilbo Baggins speech, but I’m pretty mediocre when it comes to taxes.