20....

I'm fond of this number. It's my birth "day" (in December, for those who want to send gifts) and today is my 20th blog post. And while this may seem like no big feat, I am giggling with delight and pretty fucking proud of myself. That being said, I'd like to point out that today, the 20th time I've done this, I have finally figured out how to put the little follow button on my page. I SWEAR it was never an option before, I think the people at google wanted me to sweat it out. But anyway, that button SHOULD be over there -------> in case you want to follow this shit. In addition, I realize I've made countless mistakes, 8767 grammatical errors, and some of it hasn't been all that great, but I did it, which makes me keep wanting to do it, despite the fact that I realized that somewhere around week 9 I thought that there was tequila in a mojito and not rum. Who would have thought that I wouldn't have known something about cocktails...But I wrote an entire thing on how I hate tequila and that's why I HAD to change the mojito recipe from tequila to vodka. I'm so glad that the 6 of you who read this are nice enough not to point out my errors. I can't handle all that shit. BUT, I never said it would be perfect. I didn't even promise it would be good. I just said I'm a girl that has a lot of the good stuff to share. Thanks for bearing with me (I totally made sure that was the right use of "bear", and shit still doesn't look right, but let's keep with the don't ask, don't tell policy).


What's to drink....

So, this is an adaptation of vanilla stoli with club. I do not have enough room in my liquor cabinet to host all this wine AND all sorts of flavored vodka. I have to be picky about what I let in there, and my man Tito rules the roost. Tito's vodka is to liquor what chicken stock is to cooking. It's a solid base and once you start adding a bunch of shit to it, things get really good. An added bonus to drinking the vodka, is it has way less sodium than the chicken stock AND it will get you drunk. Additionally, I really hate clutter and all those partially empty bottles of flavored vodka would really flip me out (admittedly, I do not seem to run into this problem with bottles of wine). Cheers!

Tito's Vodka, Vanilla Seltzer, and a twist of lemon

What's to eat....

This is one of those lazy ass recipes that is perfect for dinner when life has kicked you in the ass, AND you're feeling like a fatty boom batty, BUT despite your dog shit day, you're always seemingly hungry. Not that I'd know anything about that. This is leftover spice rubbed chicken thighs (week 17), REAL sharp cheddar cheese, scallions, and Jersey (in the house) fresh tomatoes, on a Mission Carb Balance flour tortilla. Now, this tortilla boasts it only has 6 grams of net carbs because it has something like 13 grams of fiber in it. I'm not sure HOW these people cram all that fiber into something, I'm not sure WHAT the fiber is made of, it very well could be cardboard, but I don't care. If you do, don't eat it. If you don't, it's actually pretty damn good and if you put enough shit on it, you can BARELY taste the underlying amazon box. 

Carb Balance Mission Tortilla Quesadilla that doesn't really taste like cardboard

1 Tortilla

6 oz Leftover spice rubbed chicken (you'd know the recipe if you followed my blog)

1 oz REAL sharp cheddar cheese (to offset 13 grams of cardboard fiber)

Scallions, Jersey tomatoes, light sour cream, cilantro if you're not one of those people who hates cilantro. 

Working on my fitness....

Kinda. Well, I mean, I really am. I am back at crossfit, not as much as I would like to be, but enough that my love for the "sport of fitness" is in full effect, even if I am NOT so great at the "sport of fitness". That doesn't matter. It's all about what you LOVE to do. I am lucky enough to be surrounded by a group of people that seemingly don't give a fuck about what I do in that gym, including fully pissing my pants whilst jumping rope. I have a CFBFF4L (Crossfit best friend forever for life) who is always willing to partner up with me, nearly die along side me, and keep me motivated to keep going when I really, really don't want to. That's an important thing in the gym, hell, an important thing in life, having somebody next to you that can say, I know it hurts, I am really uncomfortable too, and yes, I see you have majorly peed your pants, and you appear to be going into some kind of cardiac arrest, but don't worry, I got you, and if all else fails, there is a defibrillator in the corner.  We got this.

Wishing you ALL of the Good Stuff. 

XO

Tara 

P.S. Mo - for real. I cherish the hell out of our partnership. Besides my husband, there is no one else I would rather be privy to all of my bodily fluids.