now and zen

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top: BCBG
bralette: Honeydew ‘Camellia
shorts: H&M (old)
jacket: Rubbish
shoes: Nike dunks
backpack: from Mexico
belt: thrifted

Sunday was a blend of throwback bliss; I met up with some old friends to picnic in the park, and dance to good tunes. Not to mention most of this outfit was thrown together with circa 07-08 in mind. Speaking about fashion collection dates, a funny conversation sprouted. If I could rock a rainbow of Celine purses, I’d probably drop that cash in a heartbeat; However, reality is, my life is like Lorde – Royals. I’m happy with what I got, even if it’s not a lot. So most of my outfits aren’t gonna consist of the new-new, but they are a reflection of me and what I make of all my clothes thrifted or bought on sale! Baller on a Budget, I’ll say it loud and proud! If you can relate, shout it out loud with me!

Now reverting back to the concert, Now and Zen brought back flashes of nostalgia. Not gonna lie… Goo Goo Dolls – Iris was my song, along with everyone else I’m sure. One Republic killed it with the mash ups of Same Love and Gold Digger. I love a melting pot of… Well, everything: music genres, high-low priced fashion, diversity, culture, you name it. Think of it this way; we’re all living the same struggles on this earth so to open your eyes and see beyond just what you want to see, and notice like the movie Crash, we are all connected and as a whole, it is beautiful.

xo, tfny.

Thanks to Hung Fong, for her awesome photography.

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ready. set. goal

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I suppose if it’s announced publicly, it must become a commitment! Over Labor Day weekend, the girls and I painted the city of angels red. We reveled at a pool party, which prior to baring into bikinis, I decided to feast like a king because: 1. I normally do and 2. I wanted to be able to last through the night. Sadly, it was quite inevitable after feeling bloated as a whale to stray from that self esteem, especially with a pool filled with coke-bottled, perfect-figured sharks swimming around. Pause. Nobody’s perfect. Before going about the “stfu, you’re skinny”, this IS a skinny girl rant because that is exactly the problem. I don’t want to be viewed as skinny, I want to be fit! They are two completely different concepts and I have a ways to go. As I speak for myself, I am nearly shapeless; if I stood next to Spongebob Squarepants, it will be difficult to tell us apart aside from his charming good looks.

The issue with my body type is that I am an apple where all my food ends up being stored around my abdominal, which is the hardest area to burn. Frankly, its triple times more difficult because I love food so much that the thought of a strict diet… Well, its not even thought. After scoping out the various body types by the poolside, I’ve decided I really need to put my foot, er.. fork, down.

Currently, I’m only working out enough to maintain. I know without ever changing my diet (or the excessive amount I eat), it’s going to take a lifetime before I see real results. Here, my goal comes in: it’s time to put more thought to eating cleaner and scheduling time to exercise more. No more cheat weeks; it has to remain a cheat day, as in one not five. This state of mind doesn’t spring because I think I am “fat”, rather I want to be healthy. I don’t want to start panting excessively when I speed walk up hills. I want to see some definition in my arms, abs, and let’s just throw in a bubble butt while we’re at it. Wimpy as it sounds, I want to be able to do a proper pull up without chair assistant, aside from reaching the bar, because at this point, simply dangling myself on the bar might not be the cutest look.

I’m not trying to do a disappearing act with myself, more so, I hope to start selling you tickets to the gun show. Kidding. Before I go over my head, I will give myself until my birthday, a full two months, to really push myself out of my comfort zone (being lazy). I’m not trying to be a body builder, I’ll be ecstatic with half the strength of one. So here’s to the extra sets of burpees, incorporating more weights, staying away from eating multiple cookies in one sitting and running that extra mile.

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Whether reading this motivates you to try to reach or push harder in your personal health goals or if you think this is petty, it’s absolutely fine. As long as I’m able to entertain a positive thought and promote even the littlest growth, we can be in this together. Let’s get it!

xo, tfny.

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city gurl

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top: Nike’s Niners jersey
skort: Zara
shoes: Converse ‘Classic

I’ve been on a numbered/jersey type tops craze as of late so in light of Sundays, I couldn’t resist throwing this on. Being a daddy’s girl, it’s a given to say, of all sports, I’ve always had the best time watching football. Too many memories took place with my dad and uncles running around the house, screaming and shouting; the energy in the room was contagious and it’s precious to my dad having a ball. I know where I get my craziness from (and looks – love mama, but I really do look like my pops, haha). As a born and raised city girl, the niners are all I know to rep, so go on with your wagon talk if you must. I’ll just address it now… love going to the games to sitting around the TV with the main men (dad and uncles) but I won’t be able to hold a conversation about sports without sounding like an idiot, unless we’re discussing their butts. I mean, really, I can only hope for my butt to look slightly as good as their in spandex. Glad I could put that out there.

Anyways, I had an incredibly busy yet lovely weekend out of town with my besties. We got back early enough for the opportunity to grab some #ootd shots with the city as the backdrop. Oh, hayyy!IMG_1153xo,tfny.

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