So many ways

Mostly for my own reference, but in case anyone else is interested, here are some combo suggestions for infused water. I've recently discovered adding fancy-ass balsamic vinegar (the good stuff, and just a smidge) to seltzer water, too. Delicious.

A friend is coming over for dinner tonight. I'm making this. Ready to eat it right now, along with some of that flavored seltzer. Summer eating, yo.

In a comment on The Toast, I wrote: "I have to wear a high-compression bra when lifting or I tend to bonk my boobs coming up on a snatch. And that might be the greatest sentence I have ever typed in my life."

I'm feeling good and it's such a nice change. Because I was pretty low all around for the first half of June, I didn't do a lot of the things I hoped while mckitterick was busy with the writing workshops. I feel like I'm ready to get back to more consistency with yoga, now. I'm also going to start incorporating more isometric movements because Coach Andrew tells me this sort of thing can also keep one's metabolism charged for longer. Energy allowing, I'm going to start working on some art projects--including a Furiosa altered portrait.

Speaking of, I might be taking Coach Andrew to Fury Road this weekend if he can get away from responsibilities at his gym for a few hours. Also speaking of, this article is flat amazing. It does bring up the "this isn't feminist" argument a bit, which...whatever, we can agree to disagree on that opinion. But the main point of it is incredibly valuable.

I never doubted being a girl, but I thought I was missing the mark, because I thought there was a mark to miss. But there are so, so many more ways of being a woman than I realized, so many more ways than I saw reflected in the stories that spoke to me. As it turned out, one of them was mine, and I was doing it exactly right.