it's goal time.

A view from the wedding location in Santa Fe.

Just got home from a wonderfully hot and delightfully fun weekend in Santa Fe. Close friends got hitched up in the hills, hubs and I drank too many sangrias to compensate for the heat, and today my body is craving the path of wellness full of kale, water and morning workouts. For the first time in years, I traveled sans laptop and took a much needed digital siesta.

Standard goal setting tools = Postcards, Nylon Magazine, fruit.

Leaving my laptop and worries in San Diego felt amazing, but 30 minutes into my 4 hour layover at LAX sent a rush of anxiety through my bones. I had mentally prepared myself to set some goals during this trip and how could that happen without my laptop? Not to fear, the trusty airport gift shop saved my goal setting intentions with postcards and a few magazines. $50 later I was ready to write my way to my future.

Mile high club goals!

There truly is no better feeling than putting your goals down on paper, and remembering why it is you work so hard and what you are actually out to accomplish in life, in work, and in yourself.  Here are just a few of my goals.

• In June 2011 I am enrolled in dance class or martial arts (Check first class is on Tuesday!)
• In May of 2012 I have completed my group fitness certification!  Yep, that's right.
• In July of 2011 I run at least 18 miles and attend 3 yoga/dance/fitness classes a week.

Swagger in my step headed to the wedding rehearsal dinner. 

In the past few months I have severely neglected my goals and was kind of feeling like a ship without oars if you will.  For some reason setting a few goals before a weekend escape relaxed me even more, and got me out of bed every morning to work off some sangrias.

So cheers to the good life.

As a rather skeptical person in general, goal setting was really something I had to trick my stubborn self into doing and then enjoying (gasp).  But it truly feels good knowing I am working towards a few things again.  If you are a stubborn skeptic like myself, reluctant to set goals, set in your ways, happy with where you are at, then that's fine, I'm not gonna go Tony Robbins on you.  But, you really should at least try it once.  The fact of the matter is, there are things in your subconscious mind you may not know about until you start to think about where you are, where you are going, and where you ultimately want to be.  No one will tell you where you will be in 5 years, but you can tell yourself.  

peace.love.goals.homies.

be still my (pizza) heart

Motto of the year: If you're gonna bring the boom, don't forget the shakalaka.  Everyday.

The leftovers of my pizza at Origano.  Bomb to the dotcom.

Last night the hubs and I ventured out to a delectable new little Italian joint in Hillcrest, Origano.  It was delicious.  I actually would say this is the BEST pizza I have had since living in Italy. 

 

Apples n oats. 

This lovely January morning started off on a good note.  Greek yogurt, sliced apple, and a few oats, and ended with the debauchery that is pizza.  BUT, we're not going to sweat over it, because life's too short not to take a slice of it now and again. 

Hello my name is eat me I'm delicious. 

On normal days I would do my best to eat maybe half of my personal pizza at the VERY MOST.  Then I would feel bad about it all night, make my hubs feel bad about it, and remember how terrible I am for enjoying life via one meal.  But not tonight, not now.  

Pizza Margherita. Nom Nom Nom.

Tonight I ate the whole pie, minus 1 piece swiped by the hubs, and it was worth every bite.  Not to be cheesy, no pun intended, but it really made me think about my life in general.  If you're only going to eat half of the pie, and complain about it later what's the point?  If you order the pie, eat the pie, enjoy it, and indulge in gelato. 

   Junk in the trunk. (via Vogue Italia)

Let's just be honest with ourselves.  The junk in my trunk will never look like Kate's, but, I am going to enjoy my life, one bite at a time. AND in the 1 out of maybe 3 occasions of the whole year I eat pizza, the hubs won't think it's possible I hate myself.  Because I don't.

Nothing exists outside this cup of apple cider tea. 

The truth is the following, yoga really is my religion, tea heals the heart and soul, chocolate should be enjoyed, pizza should feel delicious, and if you are not happy with all of your choices, those around you won't be happy with you as their choice.  Soak it up.  AND if you're gonna bring the boom, don't forget to pack the shakalaka. (A tip I learned recently from NBA Jam).