Been gettin’ my chaturanga on, as of late, at Yoga Salt in Culver City. Groovy flow. Shoulder heavy. Keepin’ the vibe steady.
After yoga. Happy hour. The other one. Post workout recovery vibe. Although I don’t view yoga as a workout. And never will. But that’s a conversation to be had on a Wednesday in the second month of June. Besides I’ve lent out all of the blue soapboxes for the day. Dig on your inner peace. There is no lease. Only life. Not channeling Buddha. More like booyah! I’m gon.’
lots of spinach
Sun Warrior protein(chocolate)
unsweetened vanilla almond milk
Ate and drank ridiculously crazy yesterday. Me and the Easter bunny. Running buddies fo’ life. Another groovy Sunday for the books.
Lunch was a quart of apple, kiwi, banana and kale and a new book I picked up yesterday. Felt good to sit in the sun and read. Casually sippin’ on all things green.
After a hip opening while using lots of props Flow Basics yoga class with Molly over at Wanderlust Hollywood I was starved. Headed over to Urban Masala for some Indian grub.
Snagged a masala bowl with rice, saag tofu and Chana masala. It was all kinds of steamy fresh tasting deliciousness. Completely demolished it.
Added two samosas on the side. They were more than just a little overdone. Kinda sucks because I love samosas. Managed to scrape out the insides. Dig tamarind sauce. Hold the mint. Only my second visit. Will be back. I’m a sucker for fluffy rice and perfectly spiced chickpeas.
It ain’t just about me eating meat or dairy free. Or looking lovely in a bikini. It’s so much bigger than that. Have you seen the world lately? Me neither. That’s because each day a little more of it disappears.
Greed, money and power make the world go around. Instead of love, sharing and working together to reverse man’s total disregard for the planet. No time to be sad because it’s true. Doesn’t mean there’s nothing we can’t do.
And what about the children? Whether they’re the ones with growing legs parked underneath your dinner table each night or others who have no dinner each night. Having a table seems hardly important if there is no food to eat.
It’s so much bigger than us. Can’t you see?
Short eight hours today. More like six. I find that exceedingly groovy when you’re making money for da man who has no plan to give you more than what’s already in yo hand. Alas, that conversation is for another hey.
I’m always hungry. It’s not a heavily guarded secret. Managed to eat my lunch before the clock struck yum! Luckily my coworker Saba had made good on her promise to bring me one of her famous salads. Score!
A colorful concoction of all of my favorite ingredients. Did I mention how fresh it tasted? Every single ingredient had a organic pop that’s sorely missing in most stores prepackaged vibe. And the dressing? Let’s just say she had me at, “I make my own.”
I’ve never been big on wearing shorts. Wore them as a kid. Mostly while playing basketball. Not sure when my affinity waned for the half pant look. Decided this summer to wear as little as possible. One of my fave greens that keeps the cuts on the quads lookin’ oh so nice. Summer baby skatin’ free.