Okay this is very exciting for me… About a year ago I came across a random blog post on Facebook and thought it was hysterical and knew I just found a new blog to follow. After reading it I immediately hit that little “about me” icon because I had to know who this writer was that was the exact right amount of wit and sarcasm. MUCH to my surprise I learned that the author was my elementary/middle school BFF, Katy! (Actually she was my BOFF, but I can’t tell you what the ‘o’ stands for due to some sort of first grade oath).
Katy was the kind of friend who always spoke her mind, taught me all about sarcasm (my Mom really appreciates that BTW) knew the cool music to listen to (she introduced me to Presidents of the United States of Americawhen we were 11),she had my back no matter what (out of her way, mean girls!), she was the first and youngest vegetarian I ever knew (which is some sort of miracle considering we grew up in Texas) and she’s basically the exact same person. Anyways, we kind of grew apart in high school, as friends often do, but we’ve managed to keep in touch over the years. We met up in NYC a couple of years ago and now we stalk each other on Facebook and I just wish we lived closer to each other so we could actually hangout.
Today, I get to introduce her and her blog to you! Please get to know my BOFF, Katy!
Tell us a little about yourself.
My name is Katy. I’m a big nerd and I am constantly making completely normal situations weird and awkward. I live in Austin with my boyfriend and derpy dog who is also making situations awkward. Like the other day he tried to run from the shadow of an overhead bird and almost dragged me into oncoming traffic. So.. yeah. I guess that about sums me up
Me, my wonderful city and my journey to get fit, stay fit and the ups and downs of it all. I try to serve this up with a little humor because I love to laugh. I feel like finding the light side makes a writer more relatable, especially if it’s a topic not everyone is super into- like fitness. Like, not everyone is going to understand the complexity of holding crow pose, but everyone gets that it’s hard not to fart in yoga. Oh and all the uncomfortable situations I get myself into (like farting in yoga and faking a coughing coughing fit try to cover it up)
What convinced you to start blogging?
Um…remember Myspace? I used to write these bulletin posts on there about ridiculous fashion disasters and it always got such positive feedback that it lead me to start a personal blog. And then my interest turned more from fashion to fitness.
Beachbody coaching is the FUNNEST! I get to spend my free time advising people on what workout programs might work for them which I spend a lot of time doing anyway. And then when they start a program I get to be their cheerleader. It’s kind of exhilarating. And the beachbody programs are LEGIT, y’all. They are products that I’m happy to be associated with. When people hear Insanity or P90X they know you’re not talking about some fly-by-night, get-skinny-quick scam. Also, the community. Every single other BBcoach I talk to is basically the nicest person I’ve ever met in the world. I love the positive energy
You work, workout, blog, coach, have a life and a boyfriend…that’s a lot. How do you manage everything without losing your mind?
Well, working out you just have to make it a priority. And if that means setting your alarm clock for 4:40 am some days (ugh) that’s what you got to do. Also, I am extremely lucky to have the support of my boyfriend in everything I do. He works out with me and if he doesn’t that day he makes sure to give me my space so I can. He reads my blogs and tells me he’s proud of me. Any new workout I want to try, job I want to apply for, ambitious recipe I try to cook- he’s always got my back. He’s just so, so supportive and I’m so lucky to have him.
When/if you do lose your mind, what do you do to relieve the stress?
Netflixing. Some people meditate. I watch “Medium” for 5 hours straight.
Tell us a little about your British boyfriend, we don’t all get to date guys with great accents!
I don’t know if you’re aware- being American- but the world cup is going on right now. I know so much more about soccer than I did 4 years ago! Also, don’t call it soccer when you’re in England!
We have pretty much overcome the language barrier now. There’s a lot of slang that just hasn’t made it across the pond yet. Like when we first started dating he called something “the tits”. The conversation had nothing to do with anatomy so I was a little confused
Tips for busy people wanting to get healthy?
Find the time to meal prep. Find the 30 minutes a day to workout. It’s there. Wake up earlier. Make all your meals for the week on your day off. There are always excuses not to do something. Finding the time to make healthy meals and eat well is an investment in your future! I saw something- a coffee mug that said “You have just as many hours in the day as Beyonce”.
Fav vegetarian recipe?
I could eat (drink?) green smoothies for breakfast, lunch & dinner. That and stuffed portobella mushrooms. Shut up. Just shut up right now and go make one. Spectacular, aren’t they?
Something you want readers to know about you?
I cannot tell time on those wrist watches with hands but no numbers.
Best beauty product?
My dermatologist told me not to use it anymore (I have like overly redonkulous cystic acne that has not gotten the memo that I’m not freaking 16 anymore!!!) but I love, love, love Clean and Clear deep action cleanser. It makes my face feel like Christmas morning sprinkled in fairy dust. It’s especially good for helping me wake up in the morning for those early morning workouts.
Most common color in your closet?
I had to go to my closet and look. I thought it was going to be mustard, but it was black. How boring. AND now I’m depressed
Most embarrassing song in iPod?
The entire Britney Spears “Femme Fatale” album. Ugh. I just can’t fight it anymore
Finish this sentence: My dream vacation would….
be on a magical beach where calories, hangovers and underboob sweat don’t exist
Like most new parents we invested and registered for many fancy new products for our new baby, one being a really nice baby monitor. We got one that has video with sound and the camera tilts up and down, moves in a full circle, has night vision and zooms in and out. It’s quite fancy. It also has the ability for us to talk to the baby, kind of like a walkie talkie. It’s pretty cool and very fun to play with… because that’s what you do with your new baby equipment, right?
Before we had Luna, we entertained ourselves by walking around the house with the monitor, using it like a walkie talkie and spying on each other. Since we have had Luna, we use it to scare the crap out of one another. There is nothing creepier than changing a diaper in an empty and quiet room and then hearing a deep scary voice say “I’m watching you” or “Stop singing to that baby”.
Last night, I was nursing Luna in my new rocking chair in her room and reading my Nook when I noticed the camera moving from her crib to me. Before Husband could say anything I looked to the camera and said “Can I help you?” I was pretty proud of myself for catching him before he scared me. (This is rare, he scares me a lot, like multiple times a day.) “Just wondering what you’re doing” he responded. I told Husband I was reading Harry Potter (I know, I know…I’m a hundred years behind!) and I gave him the leave me alone I’m very busy doing important things look. He said nothing, so I returned to reading.
A few minutes later, I was deep into Harry Potter’s world. The story was getting really intense, nothing could have broken my concentration and then, I hear this…
I thought I was imagining it at first and died laughing when I realized it was coming from the camera/monitor. “Just trying to get in you the mood” I hear after I finished laughing.
I beg of you, if you have one of these fancy-pants monitors, do yourself a favor and have a little fun with it!
Alright, so I know I said I would not be one of those women who write only about their pregnancy (and I’d like to point out that I haven’t), but I am today. Honestly, it’s all I think about nowadays anyways. I spend a lot of time just staring at my stomach and watching and waiting for her to move…it’s simply amazing and a little pathetic how mesmerizing it is. I have been substitute teaching a lot lately and I’ve learned that I’m not the only one amazed with pregnancy. Little kids are in complete awe of giant baby bellies, and they say the gosh darn cutest things you ever did here.
Here’s a bit of what I have heard over the last couple of weeks:
“Is there a baby in your belly?”
(After a hug) “Your belly feels big.”
(During a hug, and in a whisper) “Hi baby.”
“Why is your belly big?”
(Keep in mind my belly button is a complete outie now) “Oh my god! Your baby is poking out!”
In 1st grade…
Boy 1: “Are you having a baby?” Boy 2: “Jose! You cannot ask a woman that question!”
“Does that hurt?”
Girl: “When will your baby come out of your belly button?” Me: “My belly button?” Girl: (Giving me a It’s cool. I KNOW. look) Yes, my Mom already told me where baby’s come from…your belly button.”
(After walking up to me and placing a hand on my belly) “Baby.”
(After staring out my belly and belly button for a long time) “I think your baby’s toe is coming out.”
“Is it real?”
Along with all of these adorable questions and conversations were lots of little hugs and belly pats throughout each day. They are just so sweet, loving and a little too curious. I have to say it makes me a little sad that I don’t have my own class this year to share this time with, but I’m glad I’m getting to spend so much time with so many new and different little ones.
There’s an episode of The Office where Pam and Jim are in the car talking, and come to the realization that they know everything about one another. Pam begins telling him a story that he has already heard, and she becomes a little sad that there are no more surprises or secrets between them… it’s not very exciting.
Husband and I do this ALL the time. Husband, especially, tells me stories from his childhood and teenage years multiple times. Sometimes, I let him tell the story again because it’s either entertaining enough to hear for a fourth time, or I’m just too lazy to say “heard this one”. Everyone once in a while he will begin telling me a story and I have to interrupt to say, “Husband, I was there, I know this one.”
I too am guilty of re-telling stories and it’s a little disheartening to realize you know EVERYTHING there is to know about each other. This is why I am so excited to tell you an embarrassing preteen story, that Husband himself just heard!
Last week, while walking through Greenwich Village, Husband and I were having a very serious conversation about Justin Timberlake. Now, Husband knows that I have a huge celebrity crush on JT, and that I always have, so during this conversation I said something along the lines of “Well, you know how I was obsessed with that NYSNYC Disney concert…” to which Husband said “What??”
I was so excited that I had never shared this information with Husband that I blabbered the entire humiliating teenage obsession without a second thought. When I was 13, NSYNC had a Disney Channel Concert come on over the summer and I taped it (#preDVR). My friends and I became obsessed with the concert and NSYNC. I am not exaggerating when I say that I watched the concert almost every day, usually multiple times a day. I literally memorized the entire concert. I knew every bit of choreography, every facial expression, mannerism, eyebrow raise, everything. I was particularly found of JT.
I often had arguments with my friends and insisted that they were insane for thinking that Backstreet Boys or 98 Degrees were even close to the level of NSYNC, and don’t even get me started on Justin. He’s untouchable. (For the record…I was right.) Anyways, my friends and I were so ridiculously in love that we bought blue tear-away pants that were identical to JT’s in the Disney concert. I once waited in line at a grocery store for tickets in the wee morning hours, had my number drawn first, and cried. Cried, because I was going to an NSYNC concert.
After, I spilled all of this to Husband he very calmly said, “Oh, I was at that Disney concert.”
I froze. No way. No freakin’ way. For a second, my thirteen year old self almost jumped up and down at the thought of knowing someone who was at this obviously phenomenal life-changing concert. Turns out that Husband was on a band field trip to Disney, and he and his friends happen to be there when NSYNC was performing. I took this as a final sign that Husband and I are meant to be. Of course, my future Husband was at the concert that I couldn’t get enough of while growing up.
Such good, silly memories. If only I had the photo of me and my friends in our tear-away pants to share…. Here’s a recent photo of Justin instead.