I realized this morning I think my Dad’s worst fears might be coming true. I’m becoming one of “them left coasters”. Since moving to California:

1. I have stopped eating red meat. Maybe not entirely, but pretty close. I can’t even look at a burger without scrunching my nose. I reserve my rare moments of eating red meat for a few ounces of organic, grass-fed steak.
2. I refuse to throw a plastic bottle into a trash bin. I will hold on to it, keep it in my purse, until I either get home or get to my office where I can put it in the recycling bin.
3. I’m obsessed with what I put into my body overall. Sugar, processed foods, fat, carbonation - I stay far away from these if possible.
4. I joined a yoga studio. I’m on my way to being a yoga-lover. I took a class at 6:15 am this morning and I think I’m in love. My mind, body, and soul feel open and alive!
5. I’m cold in 60 degree weather. I wear sweaters and scarves when it’s less than 65 degrees. In my defense…oh wait, nope, I have none.
6. I barely drink coffee anymore. (Sister N, if you’ve fainted, I’ll give you a moment to pick yourself back up off the floor.) I’m down to maybe a couple days a week, less than half a cup a day. {to put it in perspective, I used to drink 2-3 cups a day, every day.}

Dear Dad, looks as though your sweet Southern belle is growing into her own. However, don’t worry too much. She still loves the military and God, and will kick any boy in the head who doesn’t treat her right. She ain’t no pushover.

Namaste. :)

As I was perusing the land of Facebook updates today I noticed that there is a really big difference between my old stomping ground and my new one. I might have mentioned before that Alabama and LA are a little different, but wow, is it evident when you look at these just everyday status updates from the people that have been in my life! Check them out:

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Alabama high school buddies:

{in this case, a gator is a machine, by the way; not the animal}

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My local SoCal beach cities friends:

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Sooooo…Obviously the lives of the people I choose to mingle with now are vastly different than the ones I mingled with before I moved to California. Neither is better, that’s not the point. I guess while I always knew there was a difference, I never really thought it was that obvious. But apparently it is! Out here we’re still “living it up” well into our 30s and on, going out, more interested in concerts, volleyball tournaments, Taco Tuesdays, working out, etc. I guess in California we really do live the carefree lifestyle, huh? :)

Party on, my friends, party ON!