snow day sweat

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Talk to anyone living in New England right now and I guarantee they will air some sort of grievance regarding the blizzard-a-weekend stint Mother Nature has been pulling for the past month.  Records are being broken this winter, and all the parking bans and icy roads have made for a disturbing amount of time spent locked up in my apartment Netflix binging on the couch doing highly productive, culturally enriching activities like vacuuming and reading.  Intellectual and sanitational enlightenment aside, Juno & Gang have made the short trip to my gym rather inconvenient, hindering my recently launched cross training regime like that tall guy with the big head who always ends up sitting directly in front of you at the theater.  But!  Today I decided not to let the snow interfere, by conducting my own little at home work out (#goals).  Sure, I wanted to burn some calories and show that snowfall who’s boss, but the real motivation to sweat came from my snazzy new K-DEER Haute Yoga shorts, aptly named “the bum bums”.  Cheeky?  Why, yes, yes they are…

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If you’re a yogi and an instagram user, you may have heard of K-DEER’s wildly popular feed that has earned the brand its cult following.  Famous for their vibrantly graphic prints and luxe fabrics, K-DEER boasts a host of celebrity fans including Naomi Campbell, Brooke Burke, and even NYCB principal Sara Mearns.  But the brand had quite a humble beginning;  The designer, Kristine Deer, who’s responsible for the line’s infamously funky patterned leggings, shorts, and tops, launched her company almost by accident.  Fueled by the frustration of her own ill-fitting yoga gear, Deer decided to sew up a few pairs of shorts (bum bums) to sell on her etsy shop.  The response was overwhelming and her stock quickly drained, prompting Ms. Deer to sew and sell over 800 pairs of the inaugural shorts from her childhood bedroom.  From there, with some slightly more time and cost effective manufacturing techniques and the help of social media-famous yogi friend, Laura Kasperzak, Deer’s designs have cultivated a massive fan club.

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Inspired by this photo, I decided to follow in Miss Mearns’ footsteps (bumprints?) and check out the cheeky little bum bums in Black Tie Affair.  As soon as I opened the package, the teensy shorts slipped out into my hands and I was actually surprised by just how thin they were.  These seem like they might be silkiest things to ever hug my hips, were my exact thoughts in that moment.  In the middle of my living room, I slipped them on and my premonitions turned out to be absolutely true; these are the smoothest, most comfortable booty shorts ever.  Seriously.  I know this sounds cliché, but the elastic and seam-free nature of the bum bums (and the entire K-DEER collection, for that matter) makes it feel like you aren’t wearing anything at all, which I consider to be an incredibly attractive attribute in a pair of shorts, personally.  I mean, am I the only lady who has trouble holding 3-legged dog with a contentious seam creeping up into places it doesn’t belong?  I didn’t think so!  The au natural feel and fit of the bum bums is probably my favorite feature (yoga and nap appropriate, 3 cheers for multitasking), but this special eco-friendly fabric continues to deliver, with the claim of remaining pill-free and vivid through all kinds of conditions- sweat, sun, chlorine, saltwater- you name it, they endure it, and they do it in style.  As you may remember from my Modern Classic obsession, I am a big fan of ruching and bows, and these saucy little hot pants deliver both.  Much like the gwenythbrand tank I can’t seem to stop talking about, the K-EER bum bums exhibit a beautiful harmony of fashion and function, proving that when it comes to active wear, you don’t have to sacrifice style for sweat.

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workout-tested, tea time-approved.

Shop the whole collection here.

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It would be wrong of me to let this season float by without blogging about my steamy summer fling.

That’s right, guys, I’ve been having an affair.  And it’s grown into quite the relationship, full of love, pain, and immense reward.  We spend most of our time in sweaty, skimpy clothes, and miss each other oh so much whenever we’re apart.

This summer, I have fallen toes over gloves in l-o-v-e with kickboxing.  What were you thinking?

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Desperate to keep in shape during layoff, a few of the dancers and I signed ourselves up for a class (thanks, Groupon!) and I’ve been absolutely hooked ever since (see what I did there?).  It is by far one of the most intense workouts I have ever attempted, and one that I always leave drenched in sweat.

The class comprises 15 minutes of conditioning (re: death by way of burpees, push-ups, fancy crunches and other fat-blasters), a little stretching interlude (re: splits have never felt so good), 30 minutes of bag work (re: 6 rounds of punching, kicking, and grunting), followed by partner drills that make you want to weep a tad bit.  I told you it was intense.  But it’s also never boring.

What I love most about my class, though, must be the incredible instructors and supportive family forged on that mat.  I have never been part of a work out community that so aptly embodies an actual community.  Our kickboxing family encompasses a rather large range in fitness, but we all share one common goal: a healthier lifestyle.  The social media element also provides a constant source of motivation and camaraderie; There have been days where I would have skipped, if not for a fellow ILKBer’s encouraging facebook post convincing me to keep working toward my goals.

I now have the slightest formation of abs when I stand in the right lighting ;), more power in my kicks, muscles tone in my arms, and I think, the slightest of hope in the unfortunate event of being attacked.  I think this summer fling just might turn into something more permanent.

join the family, but watch out for my left roundhouse…you’ve been warned.

photo of the current state of my backseat via my instagram

morning muffins

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It seems that every year as June rolls around, beach season begins and my desire for a sculpted bikini body directly conflicts with the inevitable decrease in my daily physical activity.  The past two summers in particular (last year I was recovering from an injury, the year before I had surgery on my toe) have been especially slow on the whole work out front, which is perhaps the reason for this year’s boosted motivation.  I’ve been finding some way to sweat every morning (a rotation of ballet class and kickboxing with a few dedicated buds), but sticking to a diet in the summer is about as easy as going to Target for one item and not coming home with a carload of things you never knew you needed (does that happen to anyone else?).

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Just when you’re doing really well and eating right, it’s someone’s birthday and one too many drinks must be had.  Then your friend invites you to your favorite pub on a Wednesday night and how do you not order those garlic fries that just walked by only to stop at the table right behind you?  However, recently I’ve set a goal for myself; Maintain healthy eating during the week, and use weekends as little cheat treat days!

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Breakfast can be a tough meal to stick to.  Some people just skip it altogether (BIG mistake!  Most important meal of the day to kickstart your metabolism!), but I’m one of those freaks who wakes up with a growling tummy, always ravenous for anything with a side of bacon.  Of course, since that’s not exactly time, budget or diet friendly, I decided to whip up a batch of healthy banana-oat muffins to grab and go for breakfast, snack time, or anytime, really.  These guys are packed with tons of good nutrients and don’t use much sugar, so you can start your day out on the right bite.  I used this recipe, but substituted coconut oil for applsauce (just use 1/2 the amount of oil) and added raisins and ground flax seed for added fiber, but next time I’m throwing in some coconut flakes, cinnamon and chopped walnuts, too!  Yum!

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