My breakfasts needs are pretty simple. Prep-less as I stumble around my kitchen before the sun rises searching through half-opened eyelids for coffee. Portable to bring to work with me, since I eat it after my morning workout. Sweet. I love starting (and ending) my day with something sweet. Filled with fiber and nutrients to keep my full and energized until my next meal. A good combination of protein and healthy carbohydrates to recover post-workout. If you're working your butt off (or on, I should say) at the gym and not seeing results, look very closely at your post-workout meal (or nutrition in general). It must improve my digestion, not wreck havoc on it. When the weather starts to get
The first thought that went through my mind when I woke up one morning as someone new's girlfriend was, holy cr*p. I was thrilled, petrified, and everything in between. I had committed to someone who was more than I could wish for. But I had also been very hurt recently in the past. The first time I was someone's girlfriend was in preschool. But, I'm pretty sure I didn't get asked a formal commitment question. The second time was in the sixth grade. His name was Matt and our friend groups had decided we were the perfect match. I think we may have said ten words to each other over the duration of our "relationship," and over half of them
I consider myself to be a strong, independent woman. However, there's a very simple way to turn me into a sixteen year old girl in a matter of seconds - a text from a new beau. During the first few months of dating my now boyfriend, my heart rate would speed up every time my phone lit up with a text message. Is it him?! (I have to admit, I tend to get just as giddy seven months into dating whenever I get a text from him.) The first couple months of dating someone is a roller coaster of excitement and utter fear. No one wants to get hurt and everyone wants to be loved. When you're trying to connect and impress with
It was a Thursday after a long work day, but I had the energy of a Kindergartner after nap time. I rushed home to shower, freshen up my makeup, and scramble through my closet for the perfect first date outfit. Ladies, you know what I'm talking about. A first date outfit must make you look like a jaw-dropping babe but in a subtle way where he's going to think you look like that all the time with minimal effort. I remember walking up the stairs to the rooftop bar to meet him. I saw him standing at the top and my legs started to feel like jello; the man is gorgeous. "Do not trip, do not trip, do not trip."
Why is it that life's most enjoyable moments can be followed by such tedious tasks? Going to bed early followed by waking up to a shrieking alarm. Showering followed by blow drying your hair. Putting on PJs followed by brushing your teeth. Having friends over for a party followed by clean up. And, alas, cooking followed by... dishes, ugh! I love cooking! I love creating new flavors, finding healthy alternatives to my favorite treats, and seeing the smiles on my guests faces when they try my food. But I hate, absolutely hate doing the dishes. For one, it's gross. The grease, grime, and old food particles. Ick! And, after a big meal, it can seem endless. Say sayonara to perpetual