Colorado

        So this past week I had the wonderful privilege to spend a few days in the beautiful state of Colorado. I LOVE THAT STATE. I swear I was born for it. It's so beautiful and so full of adventure and life. Everyone is active, and wonderful, and sometimes smelly because some of the snowboarders really don't wear deodorant.

Anyway. I went skiing for a few days and lets just say I worked doe muscles that weren't quite used to that kind of work. Moguls will kill your quads-- let me tell you, but what I really wasn't prepared for was snowboarding. On Saturday I gave snowboarding a try.  I have always wanted to try, but I didn't want to loose precious days of skiing time.  This trip I did and man am I feeling it.  Apart from spending a large amount of time on my butt it was great. I picked it up by the end of a long day, but I certainly feel it.  That crap is HARD WORK. Yesterday my body felt like it got hit by a train. I haven't felt that sore for years! The muscles were tearing themselves off my bones I'm pretty sure.

So last night I went for a two mile walk and then I took a bath filled with Epsom salts and Lavender essential oil, and it was heaven. A beautiful sigh of relief.  It really helped with the soreness because it increased circulation allowing the muscles to heal. Ahh.

entry one

     So let me introduce myself: my name is Whitney, I'm 5'6'', I like food, I like fashion, I wish I was a dancer, I love adventuring, I love mountains, my spirit animal is a yeti, Mark McMorris is my crushcrushcrush (hey), I'm really single so that's why I can say <--that, and I'm currently sitting in sweatpants and a huge shirt that might be my dad's (OMGSH that's why I'm single), and I'm looking rather homeless to say the least (I won't tell you when my last shower was...).

 Basically, I started this blog on this Monday morning on a complete whim and nothing more than that. 

As of recently I have had a bit of an obsession with health and fitness and things of the such which (usually) appall me. As in I played high school sports my freshman year and then I was done-zo.  That was a definite no, but I think it also had to do with my inner need to do things that are counter-cultural and at my high school there was a definite atmosphere of "I can smack a volleyball down and run mildly fast so I'm cooler than you." ugh. OBNOXIOUS. But for a few months now I have been on a solid kick of yoga, running, ballet, weird juices, organic crap, coconut oil hair-hand-face-everything masks, and all kinds of weird crap that apparently falls under the category of healthy. I decided that-- due to my history of not exercising and not following through with things involving the word "sore"-- I would start a blog about my journeys through wellness and that overwhelming world of people with better butts than you have. I hold fast to the idea that God made each of us differently and that we shouldn't strive to look like Lily Aldridge or Jillian Michaels if that's not the way we were created, but I do believe that God has created us and He commands us to take care of His creations. Our bodies are His Holy Temples and we should treat them thusly. Imagine this: "happy birthday, sweety" look your parents just bought you a new car! A Mercedes Benz. Only the best for their angel. (gag). So obviously you like this gift that your parents have given you so what do you do? You fill it with vegetable oil and hope it runs. You never change the tires. You let your friends spill nail polish all over the seats, you take it mudding in the back-woods of Bama. No big deal right? most of us inwardly revolt at the idea of ruining a fantastic gift like that. It's the same way with our bodies. God has given them to us and they are His artwork, His most prized possessions. Treat them with respect and show God that you are thankful for it.  Don't fill your body with vegetable oil when it needs gasoline (please don't actually drink gasoline... metaphors people). 

Take care of what you have been given.

So bear with me. I'm planning on posting workouts I love, recipes to the juices I drink, pictures of people I wish I was, links to websites that I'm not rich enough for, facial products that you can make in your kitchen, and probably daily struggles and whinings (is that a word?), and things that I hope the average female (or male if you are... hi) can relate to. 

peace and blessings.