I was recently tagged in an instagram post by one of my insta-besties, @aliceinhealthyland to share how I’ve changed since becoming a Mumma. I actually thought long and hard about this and I’m pretty darn proud of this list so I decided to share it on my blog.
That plus it’s Friday night and my darling husband has claimed our one and only tv to watch the footy so I thought it was high time I updated my neglected lil blog.
I do not judge. Ok, sometimes I judge but I follow it by putting myself in their shoes and nine times outta ten, I retract my judgement. I don’t know what that mum is going through. I don’t know their child. I don’t know their family life. I don’t know how they’re feeling and above all… I am not them. This has also helped me be less judgemental in all aspects of my life, not just with other mums and I feel I am a better person for being less judgemental. But I’ll be honest, it took becoming a mum and being on the receiving end of unnecessary judgement to make me realise this.
I never saynever. Oooh this is a biggie! I cringe at the thought of things I’ve previously said to mums about what I will or won’t do when I have a baby. Oh shut up in-the-past-me! You have NO idea! I gave my baby a dummy. I sent him to daycare with a runny nose. I baby spam the shizz out of my instagram. I went back to work full time. All things I didn’t think I’d do. Never. Say. Never!
I am (learning to be) more patient. This is a big learning curve for me and something I’m continually working on. I find I make much more rational decisions, am happier with myself and in my relationship when I’m more patient. It’s not always easy but I’m trying. Remind me to keep trying as we edge closer to terrible-two territory…
My life is fuller. I was worried I’d miss my pre-baby life that was more relaxed, carefree, let me exercise when I wanted to, travel often, sleep in and just be selfish. I was terrified I’d regret having a child. Never in a million years did I think I would love parenthood so much. I love everything (well almost everything) about it. This is exactly where I’m meant to be in my life. I honestly don’t miss my former carefree life. Except maybe the sleep ins…
Mummy-guilt is real. Do I exercise or spend that time with H? Do I catch up with my friends at night when I’ve been at work all day and won’t get home to see H? Will H remember always being at daycare and develop slower because I’m not there to teach him myself? I battle with these questions every day and I worry I’m not doing the right thing by my child. To live the life we want, I need to work. I envy stay at home mums yet enjoy having a career and a pay check. Are we doing the right thing by sending H to daycare five days a week? OMG can someone please tell me how to ease the mummy-guilts cause they’re killin’ me lately!
I love my body more. I’m not in the best shape of my life. Heck, I barely remember to brush my hair let alone fit in a gym class. But I have never loved my body more since having H. Not only did my amazing bod house and birth a whole human being (and one with a head circumference in the 97th percentile I might add) but I actually feel better in myself since giving birth. Sure, there are squishy sections and bits that ain’t what they used to be but I’m damn proud of how I look and what my body has been through #mumbodandproud
Until next blog – sorry for being MIA (AGAIN) but we’re mid-move so things are kinda hectic (surely I will stop having excuses as to why I’m not blogging soon!) Thanks for reading xx
Solo parents, I take my hat off to you. You are incredible. You deserve government rebates, discounted childcare and shorter working hours. You deserve all the help you can get cause oh my GOODNESS my one week of parenting on my own was hands down one of the hardest weeks if not THE hardest week of my Mumma life. And yes, I realise that I’m complaining about just one week, I realise there are many parents in way worse situations than me and I realise as I start to write this, that it all seems a little bit OTT and dramatic. But you know what? For me, it was REALLY hard!
B left on Monday morning and I started my week by doing drop off at daycare, a full day at work, daycare pick up, did the dinner and evening routine on my own, got organised for the next day, ate dinner (even I was impressed at this one!) cleaned up and eventually sat down for a bit of down time. And then H woke up. He’s usually an excellent sleeper so this was a bit odd for him. It took ages for me to settle him and he woke again during the night which was tough when I then had to adult at work the next day!
Tuesday evening we were at my parents house where I put him down to bed so I could enjoy some adult time with Mum and Dad. H woke up. Frequently. To the point that we had to leave early and I put him down at home – where he woke during the night. Wednesday we were meant to have dinner at my sister’s place but again, H was really unsettled and cranky so I skipped dinner, brought him home and had another rough night.
Each night was the same – lots of grumpy baby in the evenings, unsettled sleeps, late-night waking and to be honest, I’m not actually sure how I still managed to function. When B walked in the door late Friday night, I just burst into tears – the poor guy! I was just so relieved he was home and I didn’t have to deal with everything on my own.
Looking back at what I’ve written above, it doesn’t even sound that bad but for me, it was so, so hard. Having a sick baby is hard. Having to work full time is hard. Keeping a functioning house going is hard. Spending my precious weekends searching for a house is hard (oh my gosh, how ‘first world problem’ is that?! Poor me!) And I’m still not getting any real ‘me’ time, ‘us’ time or family and friends time in – I feel like I’m being a rubbish friend cause I’m never available to catch up! Plus I don’t feel like I’m giving as much as I should at work either!
Part of me didn’t want to post this blog. It sounds like a great big whinge (which it totally is) that would cause a whole lot of eye rolls and ‘it’s really not that bad’ comments. And I know all this and totally recognise that in the big scheme of things, I really have NOTHING to complain about. I am well aware of how many people would love to be in my position and I should really just count my blessings and suck it up. But that’s not my style. I’m not one to bottle it up or pretend everything is amazing when it’s not. That’s what my blog is for – a place to rant, a place to get it out cause that’s how I deal with my emotions and move on.
The week B got back was better – H was feeling a lot better but still has a snotty nose – has done for months on end, seriously, does it ever end?! He’s also teething and has nappy rash AND conjunctivitis – gaaaahhh!! Seeing him unwell and sad is heartbreaking. I know it’s daycare germs and everyone goes through it but it seriously, SERIOUSLY sucks. February has not been my favourite month so far, and we’re only 12 days in! B goes away two more times in the coming weeks so I’m bracing myself for solo parenting again. Can’t say I’m really looking forward to it so if anyone has any advice on how to not lose my sanity, I’m all ears!
Thanks for reading and understanding that everyone needs a rant every now and then. Hopefully my next blog post will be a bit more positive, happy and sunshiny!!
Hello 2017 and hello to my first blog for the new year! I’m excited for what this year will bring but I’m also sad to see 2016 go. I noticed a lot of people saying they were glad to see the back of last year and they were happy it was all over but for me, last year was wonderful. I spent much of the year watching my baby grow, travelled (sort of), moved back home, spent time with family, caught up with friends, and started a new job.
So what’s in store for 2017? Firstly, I’m one of those annoying people who sets new years resolutions and I LOVE them. I have done it for as long as I can remember and find them quite therapeutic. I’ve become a lot more realistic over the years and set broader goals and things I know are achievable… that’s not to say I pass with flying colours cause ‘stop biting my nails’ continues to grace the list each and every year.
I write down my goals because once they’re on paper I feel I’m more accountable for them. I also tell people (like you guys) so they’re out there and I can talk about my progress throughout the year. I love reading other people’s resolutions or goals as I find it quite inspirational, so here are mine for the blogging world to read!
Continue to eat clean – less sugar, less processed/packaged food
This one, while daunting at first, has become surprisingly easy to stick to. It’s taken me years to get to this point though! Stocking up on fresh fruit and veges, trying to avoid the middle aisles of the supermarket (except for things like tinned tomatoes, coconut oil and nappies!) and planning meals around what’s in season and what’s in the fridge have been some of my best tips to sticking to healthy eating.
I want H to grow up eating as healthy as possible and I think it’s important for us as his parents to set a good example.
And of course, not denying myself treats like wine (cause I think we all know I’m NOT giving that up!) ice-cream on holidays, visiting bakeries on the weekend – because life is for living and if I eat well MOST of the time, the treats taste so much better!
2. Make exercise a priority and schedule time in my calendar
Apart from 2015 when I was on a fitness role, exercise has never been that easy for me to stick to. Throw in a baby and full-time work and it’s slipped further and further down the priority list. This year I’d like to exercise but I also want to be realistic. I won’t exercise every day, I won’t get up an hour earlier than I have to and I probably won’t run home from work so I’m not going to promise myself that I will.
I think what I might try to do is try to get up half an hour earlier two or three mornings a week and try to move when H is having his morning sleep on the weekends. I want to exercise because I feel great when I do, but I don’t want it to be a chore. Go for walks on the weekends with my boys and maybe even try to get out at lunchtime once or twice a week. This one will be the hardest to stick to so I will also try to schedule my workouts into my calendar to be more accountable (I’m a lists girl and HATE having things un-ticked!) so I’ll keep you posted!
3. Listen more – less about ‘me’ and ‘my’ stories
This one really annoys me when it happens to me – when I’m telling a story and the person I’m chatting to turns it around to be a story about them. And then I realised I do it too so if I find it annoying, other people probably do too! So this year I plan on listening more – it’s a wonderful way to learn more and be a better friend.
4. Me time! Read/yoga/get my nails done – a happier me is better for my family
You can’t pour from an empty cup. I see this quote everywhere and always agree with it but never actually do it! Sometimes I put so much time and effort into making sure others are happy that I find myself feeling drained, unhappy and sometimes resentful which doesn’t help anyone.
Here’s how I’m going to make sure I get some me time in this year – I want to make sure I do a really good job at work, but also leave on time to spend quality time with H and B. I need to remember how good yoga feels and DO it! Sometimes the hardest part is just rolling out my mat which seems ridiculous, but so true! Read a book – oh when was the last time I did that?! Blog – I want to take time out like I’m doing right now, while H sleeps and B watches the cricket. It’s the perfect time and I really enjoy doing it, yet last year I seemed to just waste this time doing… I’m not really sure what!
I recently got a remedial massage and holy moly did it make me feel like a million bucks or what?! Sure, not something I plan on doing every day but I’d love to take time out to get a mani, massage or treat myself (I wonder what B will think of this one!) because I work damn hard at work and at home and I deserve it!
5. Be organised – do a little each day to spread the load
When I know I have to clean the kitchen, the bathroom, tidy H’s toy room, do six loads of washing, change the sheets, vacuum and mop, go grocery shopping, do weekly meal prep, make more food for H… it all seems too much and quite overwhelming. Plus now I’m working full-time, the idea of spending my weekends cleaning and doing house stuff just seems like a waste. So this was something I actually started a few weeks ago – I made a list of all the things that need to be done each week, and broke them up over seven days and all of a sudden it seemed much more manageable.
For example, on Mondays I clean the toilet, basin and mirror. On Tuesdays I clean the bath and shower. Wednesdays I do one load of washing and clean the kitchen sink, bench and stovetop… breaking up these chores and doing them in the evening when H has gone to bed has so far been working out well and means I have much less boring stuff to do on my precious weekends.
6. Stop. Biting. Nails – reward for sticking to it (see #4)
Oh my gosh, I am embarrassed this has yet again made it onto my new years resolution list. I do really well for a good few months then fall off the wagon and I don’t know why! It’s a horrible habit and I hate it! So, I will get a regular manicures (again, let’s see what B says about this one!) to encourage myself to STOP this habit once and for all. Surely this will work?!
So that’s my list! I will try to revisit them partway through the year to see where I’m at and to make myself more accountable. I will also post regularly on instagram cause that addiction is still going strong!
Thanks for reading and I hope your 2017 is off to a beautiful start!
BLOG FAIL! Sorry for the earlier mess up with my blank blog post. I’m trying to make some changes to my blog and I clearly haven’t figured out how to do it yet! BUT! If you’re after my latest recipe – banana and blueberry oatmeal slice (a little people friendly recipe!) then you can find it right here.
Thanks for reading and sticking with me while I try to get my blogging back on track. Typical that I decide to do that when I’m about to start a new full time job! But more on that in my next blog post (which will hopefully be really soon!)
Wow. I’ve changed. I used to be cool. I actually just ate an Easter egg, and I honestly didn’t enjoy it. This blog post is all about how my tastes have changed and how my healthy journey began. Don’t roll your eyes. I know there are some people who still believe I’m being a typical Aquarian – someone who jumps from obsession to obsession – and that this healthy phase will pass. Oh, I know I’m a typical Aquarian – Hanson (don’t judge me, I was 13!) gardening (this one didn’t last long!) having a perfectly kept house (I reeeeally hate cleaning), cooking Chinese food, Pintrest, the colour pink (I’m still well and truly on this bandwagon) owls (not by choice!!) But you know what? I’m totally loving my healthy living lifestyle and I’m keen to share with you how it all happened. It started with a post on instagram about a book. It was that simple. From here, I read the book and if I’m perfectly honest, I put most of what was said in my ‘too hard’ basket. But I was still intrigued so I started small. I started cooking clean meals maybe once a week. Testing them out on my poor guinea pig of a husband and he put up with a LOT of fails. Oh the things I made! I remember him saying to me, “Why can’t you make normal stuff? The food you used to make was GOOD!”
From here I read more, followed more people on instagram and experimented with recipes. Slowly the ‘hippy shelf’ in our pantry grew to a hippy cupboard until any ‘normal’ food (ie. highly processed, goodness knows what’s in it, quick and easy commercial foods) were quite hard to find in our home.
Contrary to popular belief, it didn’t happen overnight. This process took over a year – starting with trialling almond milk and swapping white sugar with coconut sugar or rice malt syrup and adapting everyday recipes and swapping out processed ingredients with healthier, more natural alternatives. I can now proudly make a ‘cheesecake’ (ie. no cheese in site) that tastes awesome and gets the tick of approval from others. My chicken nuggets are a hit, peanut butter (also known as Uncle B’s pirate butter by my nephew) is homemade, muesli is in constant demand and I’ve not enjoyed regular milk chocolate for about six months now. I LOVE being able to make naughty foods good and knowing exactly what’s in my food, how it was made and that there are no additives, preservatives or things in there I can’t pronounce makes me very, very happy.
No longer do I count calories. Gone are the days of swapping homemade juice or smoothies for a zero calorie Diet Coke. Yep, LOTS of calories in the first two but have you ever read the ingredients in Coke? Can you tell what they are or even how to pronounce them? No? THIS is why I don’t have it. Except for the occasional rum and coke – hey, I’m a Queenslander!
To begin with, I started with the theory that for packaged food, if it’s got more than four ingredients in it or I couldn’t pronounce an ingredient (except for foods with weird names like quinoa – pronounced keen-waa by the way, not quin-oh-ah like I first thought!) I probably shouldn’t be eating it. Sounds pretty simple right?
So one night I was in my local supermarket with B, and he left me looking at dried dates. Ten minutes later, he called my phone to ask where I was. I was still in the exact same spot, still reading date labels. I find food labels fascinating. Tinned tomatoes, corn, tuna, corn thins, microwave brown rice packets, coconut milk. These are just a few of the things that I have become SO fussy over, because I don’t believe there’s a need for added sugar, salt, preservatives, acidity regulators and goodness knows what else. I now spend most of my time and budget in the fresh fruit and vege section. Buying local, Australian grown (WA preferred for me) healthy foods that fill me up and nourish my body. I flavour my food with herbs and spices and in 90% of cases, I know every single ingredient that’s in my food. It’s quite a good feeling, both inside and out. And yes, I am a food geek.
My next goal was to remove a few things from my ‘too hard’ basket. Things like swapping ‘real’ chocolate with paleo chocolate; making a clean birthday cake and not eating like a pig on special occasions. I used to scoff at clean eaters who would claim a bliss ball was a treat. I’m now that person. Treats for me are now clean and healthy ones, not overly processed foods and this is what I prefer. Don’t get me wrong, it takes time and temptations are out there but over time, my tastebuds have changed and I just don’t seem to crave the unhealthy stuff.
Some of my proudest clean foodie moments have been when:
B enjoys and compliments a healthy, clean meal.
B makes a clean recipe himself (although there is still some form of reluctance on his part, he just doesn’t have the ‘normal’ ingredients he wants cause I refuse to have regular sugar/syrups/flour in the house!)
on my suggestion, Dad now has almond milk on his morning cereal – I still can’t believe this one!
my sister makes special ‘Dan friendly’ meals when I come over for dinner (this one is SO sweet, I am always so grateful when she does this).
my Mumzie asks for my healthy recipes she sees on my instagram.
friends ask for my recipes or advice on how to get started with healthy eating – this one is my favourite!
I never thought I’d get to this point in my life and it’s not always been easy. There are a few haters out there and many people who tell me I’m boring, criticise my eating or try to tempt me with unhealthy foods but 90% of the time, I’m not swayed. I’ve always been a big foodie. I LOVE trying new foods, trying different countries cuisines and sampling new restaurants so the change from eating pretty much everything to how I eat now has come as a bit of a shock to some people (most of all me!) Sure, if wine or cheese is on offer, or a real Italian pizza I might have some but I definitely don’t feel guilty cause I know that most of the time I eat really, really well.
I’m no expert and definitely no saint. I’m also not qualified in any way, shape or form to give anyone health advice – this is simply a blog post about me and how I live my healthy life. If you DO want tips or advice, drop me a line, I’m ALWAYS up for a chat about food/exercise/superfoods/yoga. Until next blog post, stay sparkly! Dan xx
I have never noticed the affects that food has on my body until now. Let me tell you about the hangover…
Oh. Dear. Gosh.
I feel like I’ve been hit by a bus after a MASSIVE night out on cheap cider. I am SO tired (even though I went to bed early last night), I’m really grumpy (I’ve already apologised to my work mates), I’ve got the shakes and have a headache!
I know what you’re all thinking. No, I didn’t have a huge Sunday session. I didn’t down a bottle of wine to myself (it’s been known to happen). It’s sugar’s fault.
I’ve been progressively cutting out more and more processed foods from my diet for about a year now and since the start of 2015, have been eating better than ever before. I have lost weight for the first time ever, I’m full of energy, I enjoy exercising (I know, WHAT?!!) and feel great.
B has given up complaining about the ‘hippy’ foods I make and now eats them and even compliments my cooking again! His diet is so much better and he has lost even MORE weight (so unfair, he wasn’t even trying to lose it!) and looks amazing.
And then it all fell apart when we went to my niblings combined birthday party yesterday. The table was a sugary paradise – what kids parties SHOULD be! There were chocolates, biscuits, lollies, sweet little teacups made from marshmallows, jelly cups, honey joys and three types of cake. My sister knows how to throw a good kids party, it was brilliant! So I had a bit of everything. Why not? It was a treat day! But after all that snacking and taste testing everything, I was craving savoury food so badly that B and I had vegemite and cheese on corn thins for dinner!
After my sugar-fueled bender, I went to bed feeling a little worse for wear… and woke up feeling like death warmed up. Even though I’d had plenty of sleep, I felt like I’d had just a couple of hours. I struggled to get myself to the gym (I did though – go me!) and during my workout, felt sluggish and rundown. Even after eating breakfast, I still had the shakes and an absolutely CRANKING heading. My eyes were droopy and I was (and still am) in a really grumpy mood. I cannot believe that all this has come from too much processed sugar.
I’m not writing this blog post to tell everyone that processed sugar is the devil. I’m writing this because I am absolutely fascinated at how my body has adapted to eating natural foods and limiting refined sugars from my diet. I know that certain foods don’t agree with me so that’s why I avoid them. I started cutting down on the amount of sugar due to the types of recipes I was cooking and the fact that other types of sugar and natural sweeteners do the trick for me so I figured, what’s the point in having the processed stuff if the natural stuff is giving me the sweet kick I need?
So I’m taking this dreadful feeling as a blessing in disguise (an evil, EVIL disguise) to file away in my memory as a warning to my future self that this is how I feel when I eat too much sugar. I know there are people who will read this and say, “Well if you’d never cut out sugar in the first place…” But I know how good I feel without sugar and that’s why I choose to take this horrible feeling as a lesson well learnt.
Although I won’t ever cut out sugar completely because I must admit, the icing from the cupcakes I made, and the endless amount of smarties from the piece of bright pink birthday cake I had DID taste awesome. I probably just shouldn’t have had that AND all the other stuff too!
2014 – what a year! So much happened, so many changes… I can’t quite believe it’s (almost) over! I also can’t believe what I’m about to say. Please don’t make me say it… ok FINE. This year has FLOWN by, where did it go?!
Yep. I’m one of THOSE people who says time flies, where has this year gone, Christmas crept up on me. My ten year old self would be disgusted! I’m pretty sure I vowed never to be that person. Then again, at that time, I also didn’t like mangoes, salmon or dark chocolate and when I grew up, I wanted to be a marine biologist. I loved tidying my room, was crazy flexible and hated getting candles as presents. I had a bad haircut and thought fluro orange really suited me. No. Just, no.
But one thing that HASN’T changed, is my love for new beginnings, new goals and new year’s resolutions. I make them every year. The first time I made them I think I was about seven years old and I remember my list was about 15 items long. I can remember just two of them. One was ‘stop biting my nails’ – that one has since made an appearance EVERY single year. I did pretty well this year but I’ve still not kicked the habit and B continues to shout, “DON’T BITE YOUR NAILS!!” at me every time they creep close. The second resolution I made 22 years ago (oh my GOSH that’s a terrifyingly long time ago!) is too embarrassing to mention and I still cringe when I think about it.
Fast forward to December 30, 2014 and I’ve narrowed my list down but it remains pretty much the same every year. I am a lot more realistic these days so I no longer expect to ‘go to the gym six days a week or eat healthy all the time’. Achievable goals are much nicer to work towards and I’ve found that this year, I’ve pretty much stuck to them which makes me feel really proud and all warm and fuzzy inside.
So as 2014 draws to a close and 2015 is ready and raring to go, here’s a look back at what I’ve achieved and what I’m aiming towards.
1) Update my blog monthly
I reckon I did PRETTY well on this one – I only missed one month! And that’s cause for three of those four weeks, we were travelling and the other one was split between leaving London and arriving in Perth so I reckon that’s a pretty good excuse, don’t you?
For 2015, I plan to continue blogging regularly and to also make my humble little page a little bit shinier. Maybe do some more guest blog posts and just see where this lovely writing outlet can take me.
I just adore writing and when my work doesn’t allow me to get overly creative, this is where I come to play. I love that people read my blog, I know I sound like a broken record but really, I do! So thanks!
2) Eat cleaner
This one proved to be easier than I was expecting. It’s no secret that I’m a Lorna Jane fan and an instagram addict. So this year has seen both of these obsessions help move my way of eating to a whole other level. Lorna Jane’s philosophy for life and food is exactly how I want to live my life. Eat clean foods in their most natural form. I have made some BIG changes this year and feel SO much better for it. I get daily inspiration from people I follow on instagram, so it too has been quite a life changer for me which I think makes it easier to justify why I’m constantly taking pics, uploading photos and scrolling through images.
But I’m no saint. In the last few months, I’ve slipped a bit – travel was hard and I think you all know how much B and I enjoy a beer, margarita or wine. Also settling back in to a routine, Christmas – all have helped me wobble on the clean eating bandwagon but this is DEFINITELY something I’d like to continue in 2015.
And to help this goal along, B – my ridiculously lovely, generous, wonderful husband – bought me a Thermomix!! Weeee!!! I am SO excited! This is one combined Birthday/Christmas present I am totally on board with! Homemade almond milk, butter, nut butters, clean treats and dinners – oh the possibilities are endless! I CAN’T WAIT!! I’d like to try to have less junk in the house (hard when B likes it which is totally fair enough, I just find it hard to say no) and to control my portions. My Grandad did once tell me I ate so much I must have hollow toes and lately, I’m beginning to wonder if perhaps he was right…
3) Move more
For this resolution, I did half good, half not so good. I upped my yoga practice this year and fell completely head over heels in love with it. I joined a gym in London and got into a great routine of going a few mornings a week and I really, really enjoyed it.
However, since moving to Perth, I’ve dropped the ball a bit. It’s taken me longer than I expected to get back into a routine but in the last few weeks, I’ve started to get up early three or four mornings a week to do yoga, run or go for a walk. My hip and legs give me trouble when I run (old lady Murphy) but I’m working on sorting these out too, so I can continue to stay active.
In 2015, I’d like to do more yoga, more weight training and more mini fitness sessions. I have bought myself a sparkly weekly journal to use and I aim to write my health and fitness goals each week, to hold myself accountable. I’ve joined the gym at work and plan to keep my workouts exciting and varied so I don’t get bored and want to give up.
4) Stop biting my nails
Sigh. Seriously, WHY can I not break this habit?! I have my husband shouting at me (not in a horrible way, just a scary stop-doing-that-right-now way) I know it’s a horrible habit, I know how pretty my hands look with lovely long nails, and I find it seriously gross when I see strangers biting their nails… yet I can’t seem to snap out of it!
I did SO well at the start of the year. When we went travelling, I got a gel manicure which lasted over three weeks and was brilliant! But since we’ve been back, ugh…
SO, yet again, this one goes on my 2015 new year’s resolution list. For added encouragement, I plan on getting a gel manicure every few months to ensure I stop this horrid habit. A regular manicure doesn’t last and if I paint my own nails, they chip, the polish makes my nails flake and I just get annoyed. Gels seem to be the only thing that works so this should give me something to look forward to! And if you see me chewing away, feel free to yell at me, I hereby give you permission.
So here’s to 2014 – it was a wonderful one for me. My healthiest yet, more travel, new friends, new job, new city, new country (sort of) new adventures. I’m excited to see what the next will bring and look forward to sharing my thoughts, stories (probably mostly food related) and resolution progress. May 2015 be the biggest, brightest, happiest and shiniest year for you yet!