Monthly Archives: March 2012

Soooo, I’m a horrid blogger. Major props to all you bloggers who post multiple times a day. Can’t do it! And I suck at picture taking. I’m always so hungry by the time I eat any meal that there is no time for photography! Gotta eat! Or a small child/squirrel may fall victim to my mouth.



You’ll do, baby. You’ll do.

In other news, the weather here has been GLORIOUS! So much glory. It was 65 here today. I can’t get over it! I’m definitely one of those people who wants to strip off their clothing when the weather inches past freezing. Yep, holding onto the sun for dear life.


Not my photo, but this is a park by Chael’s house. The picture makes the little creek look way more beautiful than it is, so here you go. Laramie’s false scenery.

Workouts have been relatively standard. It’s funny, because during the dead-of-winter months I was a champ about getting up before dawn’s crack and working out. Like clockwork I’d get up, M-F, at 5:15am and head to the gym. Now that it’s warming up (and possibly due to Daylight Savings?) I am such a struggle beast when it comes to waking up. My alarm goes off and it feels like 2am. I just can’t! So I hit snooze and snooze and roll over and cuddle my boyfriend and snooze some more. And then it’s 6am and I feel my gym window has passed.



You son of a bitch! Why you no let me sleep?? (Now that I’m taking a longer look at that picture, the man is fully dressed and was clearly not sleeping. He has no right to be yelling at the clock.)

I’m pretty good about getting to the gym in the afternoons, after work, but then the gym man/trainer razzes me about missing morning CrossFit. The anticipation of said razzings truly stresses me out. Don’t yell at me, sir. At least I am at the gym, you should be grateful I’m frequenting your place of business.

All day long I think of an excuse to give the trainer. I’ve come up with some pretty good ones, ones that would have made him feel bad about giving me shit, if I’d actually used them. But usually I just nod my head in shame. I fail, I know.

So CrossFit has been sporadic at best. I truly need to get my ass in gear, because I love it, and it angers me that I’m missing out. There’s evening CrossFit classes, but I hear they’re always very full (snooze-button gropers unite!) and don’t start until 5:30pm. I get off work at around 4 and head straight to the gym, so I don’t really want to wait for 90 minutes to work out. I’ll get too hungry. And we all know what happens then (hide yo babies).

I have taken exactly one picture the past couple weeks. Here it is:


I thought I looked somewhat put together on this day, so I took a picture. So vain. And so in need of a haircut/highlight.

All for now! Hopefully I’ll be back in sooner than two weeks.


I got this survey from Janetha at meals & moves. By the way, her blog is amazing. First blog I went totally creeptastic on and read from beginning to end. If you don’t already read, check it out! She has delicious, easy, and healthy recipes/two cute dogs. Win win. 

A is for age: 23. I feel like I should be older, actually. In bed by 9:30 every night, eat dinner at 5:30, rarely go out for bad decision juice and debauchery. Senior citizen!

B is for breakfast today: It’s still early and I just woke up, so I haven’t eaten yet. I’m thinking it’ll be a yogurt bowl with some shredded wheat/raw oats and fruit (apple, banana, mixed berries).

C is for currently craving: Iced coffee! The weather has warmed up to a stifling 50 degrees here in Wyoming. Time to break out the bikinis!


Me and my sister a couple summers ago. Don’t be deceived, that is not the ocean behind us. It’s a pathetic little pond in Cheyenne, but we did what we could. And the color of my skin? Yeah, that was after studying abroad in Mexico for two months. I am the palest of pale. 

D is for dinner tonight: Couldn’t say. I’m home in Cheyenne (my parents live here), so me and my mom usually throw something together. It will most likely be an upgrade from what I’d make if I were at my apartment in Laramie (salad with a bowl of cereal chaser).  

E is for favorite type of exercise: I don’t want to sound like a freak here, but I like all kinds of exercise! Up until the past several months I would dread running and would only do short HIIT workouts on the treadmill. Thanks to some interesting treadmill runs (mostly from this wonderful blog), I’ve been able to increase my distance/pace. I think the other day I ran 6 miles at an 8:30min pace. I know that’s not super-speed by any means, but for me it’s pretty decent.

BUT, I also love weight lifting. And I’ve barely gotten into CrossFit, which I adore because it never bores me. And I enjoy those workouts that don’t seem like workouts the best: swimming, water-skiing, hiking, going on a leisurely bike ride, exploring a new city. Love it all!

F is for an irrational fear: When I was little, it was getting left at a gas station when we would pit stop on family road trips. I was terrified. Made my mom or sister come with me to the bathroom and they had to talk to me the whole time I was in the stall. That fear would keep me up at night.

G is for gross food: I’ll be honest, I eat everything. I can’t think of any food, if prepared deliciously, I find to be horridly repulsive. Maybe fast food? It make me feel like poo.

H is for hometown: I suppose Ogden, Utah? That’s where I went to middle/high school. It was actually a decent place to grow up. Sometimes I miss it, but I could never move back there. EVER.



I is for something important: Besides family (because I feel that’s a given), I think that traveling and “expanding your horizons” is SO SO important. I have never felt as alive and happy and fulfilled as I did when I was studying in Mexico. It was like the whole world opened up.


In the garden outside of Frida Kahlo and Diego Rivera’s home in Mexico City.

J is for current favorite jam: Bought The Black Keys Brothers not too long ago. Good stuff. I like to put their album on and listen to it over and over. I’m no music buff, but their music kinda reminds me of the 70’s (or what I would imagine the 70’s to be like, since I kinda missed out on the decade.)



Awkward chic.

K is for kids: None. I’m not ready for little ones, noooo way. Just the thought overwhelms and terrifies me. God bless the good moms. 

L is for current location: Cheyenne, WY. On my parents’ couch. Don’t I sound like a typical college grad?

M is for the most recent way you spent money: On cucumbers and apples and a giant sweet potato at the grocery store. The check out man didn’t know what a cucumber was? He had to ask me. Get that boy some veggies, stat. 

N is for something you need: a vacation! Dear lord, a vacation. My job is slowly sucking the life from my veins. I’m taking the first week in April off to go hang out with my sister and parents in Denver for the women’s Final Four. Katie (sister) is a basketball coach for Bucknell University. They didn’t make the tournament but the school is footing the bill for Katie to go to Denver and network. I cannot wait!

O is for occupation: Supported employment supervisor at a facility for people with disabilities. I help people get and keep jobs out in the community. A good job, in theory. Not for me.

P is for pet peeve: This is hard to explain, but when someone brings up something fun they were planning to do with you, but then didn’t because such-and-such happened. My mom does this all the time. Example: “Oh, I was going to call you and plan to meet up so we could go to a movie and then go get ice cream, but it took me too long at the store so I’m coming home.” WHYYYY? Why would you tell me of the glorious fun now squelched. My mom is a pro at doing this. 


But what about the ice cream?

Q is for a quote: “Don’t be afraid to be a fool. Remember, you cannot be both young and wise. Young people who pretend to be wise to the ways of the world are mostly just cynics. Cynicism masquerades as wisdom, but it is the farthest thing from it; because cynics don’t learn anything, because cynicism is a self-imposed blindness–a rejection of the world because we are afraid it will hurt us or disappoint us. Cynics always say no. But saying yes begins things. Saying yes is how things grow. Saying yes leads to knowledge. ‘Yes’ is for young people. So for as long as you have the strength to, say yes.” –Stephen Colbert.



I love Stephen Colbert. The man’s a hilarious genius. 

R is for random fact about you: I graduated high school 4ish months early and it was a horrible decision. I had to get a full time job doing data processing. Worst four months of my life. Word to the wise: “Stay in school. As long as you can!!” (Billy Madison)

S is for favorite healthy snack: I try to eat pretty healthily always, so all of my snacks are semi-healthy. I love Wasa crackers with hummus, cucumber, and sliced turkey. A smoothie is always delicious as well.

T is for favorite treat: I’m gonna go cliche girl right here and say: FRO-YO!! 


Don’t deny the delicious. (This was from a couple summers ago in Fort Collins.)

U is for something that makes you unique: I have 5 siblings. Four brothers, one sister. Two of my brothers are adopted and another is a half-brother (my dad was married once before). My oldest brother is 15 years older than me. 

V is for favorite vegetable: I cannot choose! I enjoy so many. Red, yellow, and orange peppers; cucumbers, tomatoes, and carrots are used most often in my diet though.

W is for today’s workout: None today so far. Yesterday was 15 minute cycling warm up and then the most horrendously difficult and painful CrossFit yet. I’m SO sore today. So thinking today is rest day.

X is for X-rays you’ve had: Never broken a bone, so none for that. I guess only dental x-rays?

Y is for yesterday’s highlight: Last night my mom and I went to Blast!, which is like Stomp but with instruments/dancing. It was AWESOME! 



So much talent in those performers. And so much energy! I couldn’t imagine putting on a show like that every night.

Z is for your time zone: Mountain. And just like Janetha, stoked for Daylight Savings Time tonight. I love when it stays lighter later in the evening. Reminds me that summer is coming!

Okay, this took way longer than expected and is probably filled with more useless information than anyone cares to know about. But it was fun! And I’m not sure how to resize pictures, because I have a feeling some are going to be giant. Sorry if you were disturbed by an overly large picture of my face.

I’m stoked.

Thursday means almost Friday. And Friday is a day full of possibilities! The weekend is wide open in front of us, the possibilities are endless, pure joy is imminent. I love.

PLUS, the weather is GORGEOUS in Laramie today. I didn’t even wear my winter coat for most of the day (the picture was taken in the morning, so I’m wearing it), which is glorious! I’m always cold, so that coat is on me more hours of the day than I would like.

I hope it lasts, but Wyoming is notorious for giant snow storms during the spring months. It’s very frustrating.


It’s slim pickins’ in terms of gyms in Laramie. I’m not a student at the University, nor is my sister any longer (so I can’t use her card to get in). Therefore I go to the Kourthouse. It’s a crotchety old gym with old equipment. Very basic, very old school. It’s been doing the trick for about six months now though. Plus it’s not too crowded, which I like. And now I get down on my knees and praise the Kourthouse because they have CROSSFIT. Ahhhh! Cue the heavenly music.

This is my third week of CrossFit. Every time, without fail, I am challenged. I’m obsessed.

Today we did 150 thrusters with 7 burpees every minute on the minute. 

(I can’t figure out how to add the source without posting the huge long web address. It’s not working like I thought it would when I click on “insert link”.)

Before doing that, I ran 2 miles on the treadmill to warm up. I’ve found that the first couple minutes of CrossFit suck considerably less when my body is nice and warmed up. Though it still sucks a large amount. I was dying today! My shoulders are crying still.



Bet you’ve never seen that on a healthy living blog before, right?

I know tons of people eat oatmeal, and that’s because tons of people know what’s up! It’s delicious, filling, and good for you. What’s not to love? You can add so many awesome things to oatmeal so it rarely gets boring. Today I made mine with:

2/3c water

1/3c oats

1/3c egg whites

blob of Chobani

vanilla extract, cinnamon, pumpkin pie spice

half a banana mashed up

sprinkle of granola


In my belly! So good.

I think I’d go mad if I tried to post everything I eat on here, so for now I’ll post pictures of stuff I remember to photograph/things I find extremely delicious.


When I got home from work I made a smoothie with:

1 frozen banana

1 scoop pea protein powder

2/3c mixed fruit

1c Blue Diamond Almond/Coconut milk (GOOD)

It was a dreamy tropical vacation in my mouth.

I’m going to make a real-ish meal in a minute, then go watch Chael (boyfriend) play in the rec bball championship tourney. Things get intense! I run the clock. Very important person am I. Very important.

Hopefully this night ends with wine in my belly. Or ice cream. Either are acceptable.

I’m a blogger? Hmmm…we shall see. My computer savvy-ness is already being tested. I feel old.

Anyway, I love reading health and fitness blogs. LOOOVE. I read them religiously. Far more religiously than I read the newspaper or internet news. I’m all about creepin’ on other people’s lives and health routines. I’ve gotten some great tips/recipes from a plethora of bloggers; these ladies (sorry, no gents…yet) have really made an impact on my eating and exercise habits. So much so that I thought I’d take a crack at writing my own health/fitness/lifestyle/random word vomit blog.

My name is Dani.  (I tried to insert a picture of myself but ended up making it its own post. Struggle. I’ll get there).

I live in Wyoming.

ImageAntelope on the golf course. A regular occurrence.

I work at a center for people with disabilities. A good job, not what I want to do for the rest of my life (or even for the next six months).

I graduated from the University of Oregon in December 2010. Go Ducks! My degree is in English Lit. People are dying to hire me and give me large amounts of money.


I love my family. I’m the bebe of six kids.


Two more brothers not pictured. And my mom and dad, obviously. They play(ed) a critical role in our existence.

Annnnd that’s all for now, since these posts take a bit longer to put together than I anticipated.

I’m excited to share some parts of me with you!