The Fab Five: July 2014 0

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July pretty much rocks.

Not is it warm enough to swim in the lake/eat popsicles/walk around barefood…its also the month I celebrate my birthday and wedding anniversary!

Here’s what I’m loving during this oh-so-awesome month.

 

Amazon Coconut Water

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Costco, you’ve done it again! This blend of pure coconut water and white tea is mild, refreshing, and jam-packed with a nutritious rainforest extract called “camu camu”. At 60 calories a bottle, it’s a guilt-free, health-filled indulgence. If you don’t care for the strong, gritty flavor of pure coconut water, this is a really good option. Not only is it great post-workout hydration, it’s delicious with a shot of Malibu in it. (Bonus — it’s on sale at Costco this month!)

 

Summer Tomato

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A refreshingly real, balanced blog that addresses all things food and nutrition. I love Darya’s normal, non-crazy, real-life approach to healthy living, and would encourage everyone to stop by her site and take a look. A friend gifted me her book, Foodist, as an early birthday present, and I can’t wait to dive in! Hopefully it breaks my cycle of ice cream binges followed by stringent cleanses.

 

Athleta

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Call me crazy, but I always assumed Athleta was fitness-wear for older ladies. A Coldwater Creek version of Lululemon, if you will. Last weekend, I ended running a 5K sponsored by the brand, in spite of my injured back. After the race, I innocently sauntered into 50th & France location for a bit of window shopping.

Holy sports bras, was I impressed!

Athleta had tons of cute workout apparel, as well as swimwear and casual everyday pieces. Their prices were slightly more reasonable than Lululemon, and dare I say it, I think I like their pants better. (Don’t hate me, Lulu.)

The best part? If you’re a fitness instructor, you get 30% off all of their merchandise, all the time. (That’s going to be dangerous for this girl.)

 

Five-Layer Greek Dip

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This super-simple recipe takes minutes to whip up, boasts tons of healthy ingredients, and is always a hit at parties. I’m hosting a book club meeting tonight, and will be serving this with sliced baguette and chips. It’s one of my favorite appetizers and is so fool-proof, I’m pretty sure even Jolie could make it. (If she had opposable thumbs, that is.)

 

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That’s what I get for wearing underwear 2

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“Should I put a pair on?” I debated internally while lying on the floor in excruciating pain. I had thrown out my back during a deadlift the evening before, and had exerted a ridiculous amount of effort to transfer my throbbing body from the mattress to the floor of my bedroom.

I was on my way to the first chiropractic appointment of my life. I wasn’t quite sure what to expect…but with the way my back felt, I was willing to try just about anything.

I’m one of those people who wears underwear on a semi-regular basis. My choice ultimately depends on what I’m doing, what fabric will be covering my lower half, and whether or not I’m able to physically get my legs through the holes. (That last part was what I was worried about on this particularly morning.)

What does one even wear to the chiropractor, I pondered. Is the exam done with clothes on? What if I go commando, and then am asked to strip down to my skivies for the actual x-ray or something???

I decided not to risk chiropractic humiliation and take one for the team. It cost me a good twenty minutes…but after a great deal of blood, sweat and tears, I had managed to maneuver my crippled carcass into a clean pair of drawers. I strapped on a bra, awkwardly slithered into my most comfortable maxi dress, and hobbled out to the car.

I soon learned that a chiropractic exam and adjustment do not require the removal of any clothing. Clearly, this left me feeling incredibly stupid for stewing about such a non-issue.

Little did I know, I was about to feel even more stupid.

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Leave it to me to pick the only pair of underwear in my closet with an attached charm that would show up clear as day on an x-ray.

And appear to be an exotic piercing.

I desperately wanted to explain that the “B” dangling from my pelvis was attached to my undergarments…not something else. I kept trying to find the words, but just couldn’t bring myself to address such an embarrassing misunderstanding. Before I knew it, the exam was over and I had missed my opportunity to explain myself.

The good news is, my chiropractor rocks. I’ve visited him twice now, and am healing quickly and feeling dramatically better each day. The best part? He doesn’t seem to judge me for my sketchy piercing that doesn’t actually exist.

(Which totally makes up for the fact that his office doesn’t accept my insurance.

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What’s wrong with this picture? 11

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I mean…other than the fact that my spine looks like a limp spaghetti noodle.

10,000 sexy points to whoever can figure it out.

P.S. Sorry that this is not a real post. If you’re back felt like mine did, you’d take a day off too.

P.P.S. Deadlifts are stupid.

P.P.P.S. If you see someone carousing through Smalltown with her torso tipped forward at a 70 degree angle, it’s me.

P.P.P.P.S. I’d officially like to add “pimped out wheelchair” to the list I made yesterday.

P.P.P.P.P.S. Just kidding, deadlifts. I’ll come crawling back to you soon.

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30 things I want for my 30th birthday 8

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goatI survived!

After 12 consecutive days of house guests at Casa de Taylor, I am alone in my home for what seems like the first time in years. My brain (and my kitchen) hasn’t quite recovered, which is why I’ve decided to forgo a real post in favor of a list of all the ‘ish I want for my birthday this year. No matter how exhausted I am, I’ll always have the mental clarity and energy to brainstorm presents for myself. It’s one of my hidden talents. (In addition to unicycling.)

Without further ado, 30 material possessions I would love for people to throw in my general direction on July 28th so that I might forget I’m no longer in my twenties:

  1. A restaurant grade espresso machine.
  2. A pet goat.
  3. This bag from Lululemon that I would immediately turn into a fanny pack.
  4. A trip to Italy…
  5. And Greece…
  6. And Africa…
  7. And the nearest In-N-Out Burger.
  8. Eyelash extensions.
  9. A traditional, custom-made bunad.
  10. A pet goat.
  11. A sauna.
  12. New underwear.
  13. This über modern cat condo. (Nicely done, Wal-Mart. Nicely done.)
  14. A sweet pair of weightlifting shoes. (Who have I become?)
  15. A new washer and dryer. Practical and urgent as our belligerent washing machine started leaking water in front of the company this week. (The nerve!)
  16. This book. I saw it at a local winery this weekend, and felt as if I had met my diet soul mate. Oops..already bought it for myself.
  17. A girl date with Blake Lively.
  18. A boy date with Leo DiCaprio
  19. A pet goat.
  20. A box full of French macarons.
  21. This Australia mug from Starbucks. (I accidentally broke mine.)
  22. The Amazon Fire phone.
  23. A magical machine that gets rid of stretch marks and cellulite.
  24. A unisex hamster costume…obviously.
  25. Tickets to Norwegian language camp.
  26. A lifetime supply of pickles.
  27. A home gym, complete with floor to ceiling mirrors.
  28. A classic plaid shirt in fire engine red.
  29. A reserved spot as a cast member on a reality TV show. (Preferably one with a cash prize, but I’ll take just about anything.)
  30. A pet goat.

I was this close to adding an upgraded wedding ring…but I didn’t want to push it. Scott’s going to have his hands full building the goat house as it is.

If you’re feeling generous, I’m registered at Target.

(Not really.)

(But you have to admit…that’s kind of a good idea.)

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