The first time someone told me that I needed more protein was from my mom. I had just come back from a weekend trip in college and was visiting my family for the holidays. My mom took one look at my hair and asked, “Are you eating enough protein? Maybe you should have some fish.”
To be fair to my mom, I probably was not getting enough protein or calories at the time. Like all trips you take in your late teens and early twenties, I was subsisting on a diet that would not be considered balanced. In this case, my team and I ate nothing but granola bars and Subway sandwiches. And because I was a pescatarian and store bought tuna salad (which is basically half mayo) FREAKS me out, my only option was the veggie delight sub with the sweet onion sauce. As you can tell, this probably has zero protein.
But you cannot say I did not get my veggies in.
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I used to be that kid. You know, the one who hated coconut everything.
You would never know that from the 23 (almost 24. I can’t believe I am that old) year old me. Now, I love coconut flavored everything. I lather myself up with coconut oil every chance I get. I always add coconut milk to my curries. Coconut is usually my number one option for chocolate/ice cream mix ins/skin options. I coconut oil the ends of my hair. Gosh, where would I be without coconut?
And do not even get me started on coconut butter.
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I bring you sunshine in a dish.
And I know that ANYONE would be totally down with eating something that has the title of SUNSHINE in a dish, don’t you. How could this possible be bad right? After a season of grain bowls and polenta, I am TOTALLY down with eating my greens.
Actually to be honest I am ALWAYS down with eating my greens.
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This past June, I was presented with the opportunity of a lifetime. A friend of mine was planning on traveling the world and, for a segment of the trip, she discovered her previous travel companion was no longer able to come with her. She asked if I would like to come along, knowing of my desire to travel. When she presented the opportunity to me, I could not be more excited. The trip was for two weeks, traveling through central and eastern Europe. I had been saving money since my freshman year of college for the opportunity to do this. This was the first time I would be traveling without my family (or “adults” although technically I was an adult). And even though the $900 I spent on the last minute ticket to Venice was more money than I have ever spent in my life at once, I was so excited to be finally leaving the country by myself.
And yet, that same excitement was quickly augmented.
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Any excuse to let them eat cake, right?
And today, I feel like we just all need a slice of chocolate cake. There’s something about it that screams HUG. And we all know how much I love meals that can translate to hugs. Until I really start thinking about it and the scary idea of having Anyways, are you a freak like me and excited about daylight savings time?? You know you’ve reached grandma status when you get excited about losing an hour of sleep or feeling like spring is finally coming even though it’s still below freezing out.
And snowy. Don’t get me started on the snow.
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March can be considered a tale of two months
On the one hand, there is all that beer and Irish potatoes (oh YES). Ugh seriously, I could dream about the bombardment of coconut and cinnamon Irish potatoes. And, after about 8 weeks of dieting, this is usually where a lot of people decide to forgo that protein shake for chocolate cake. Now, you might think it is bizarre that I am pushing for chocolate cake. But I like to keep it real with y’all and it can’t be any realer than a slice of molten lava cake.
Oh yeah. That ooze. Come to mama.
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It’s no secret that I love my Indian spices. And eggs. Actually all of this.
Does anyone else have the problem of the “exploding spice cabinet”? I swear, every time that I open my spice cabinet, the jars of spices tumble out. I’ve always wanted to make magnetic spice rack for the surface of the refrigerator, to try and alleviate said cabinet space. But I am always the kind of person who tries desperately to be crafty and then have it end up with yarn and glitter everywhere. And like everything on Pinterest, it always ends up as a fail.
But there are worse things than extra glitter in our lives.
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