As part of my resolution to live a healthier lifestyle, I’ve been trying to drink smoothies for breakfast as a way to start the day off on the right track. This smoothie is probably my favorite one so far! It’s loaded with ingredients that have important health benefits and taste amazing.
Over the last couple months, I found myself taking an unplanned hiatus from social media. It just kind of happened. I stopped blogging, posting on Instagram, and updating Facebook. In fact, I barely even hung out my friends during that time. I basically hibernated and “focused on life.”
I hadn’t even realized my lack of digital presence until yesterday. I opened up Instagram to look for some inspirational edits I’d made a long time ago. As I was scrolling, I noticed that I’ve barely posted anything lately, and then something clicked in my head: Maybe this is why I’ve been feeling so off lately.
A handful of extremists were able to shake the world on November 13th. They attacked without warning and without regard for human life. They turned a peaceful, happy night out on the town into a night of horror for thousands of people.
So much life. So many hopes and dreams. So much vibrance stolen from the world in one night.
So what do we do? We watch the news. We light candles. We reflect on the value of life and how thankful we are to be alive. We worry. We wait for them to catch the bad guys. We get angry. We wonder how this could have happened. And, eventually, we get numb.
Some of us immediately point the finger of blame at God. How could God have let this happen? What kind of god would allow this? If this is your God, I want nothing to do with him. So many people, even Christians, find themselves asking these sort of questions. Why, God?
Not too many people know this about me, but I struggled with an eating disorder through much of high school. I wanted to be thin and perfect, and I never felt I was good enough. I suffered in silence, starving myself until my fat melted away and my skin clung to my bones. I felt my heart getting weaker both metaphorically and physically. I was an athlete and nearly collapsed at swim practices because my body was so weak. I hated myself, I hated my body, and I hated who I had become. Things didn’t get better until one night I sat in my bathroom crying, and I realized that if I didn’t change, I was probably going to die soon.
I recovered in relative silence, too. I slowly stopped skipping meals and started eating more. I learned to find my identity in Christ rather than in my body size. My new boyfriend showed me that I was worthy of being loved. It’s simple really; It’s all about love. Love from God and from people washed over me, and I learned to love myself. Love was all I really needed, and now I’m healthy.
I’ve gained 45 pounds since high school. I’m a curvy Puerto Rican young woman, and I’ve learned to embrace that.
That being said, I decided to join a gym in August. Not to “lose weight” necessarily, but to be healthier. I want my body to reach it’s potential. I want to be able to do those crazy yoga poses you see on Pinterest, run a mile without feeling like I’m going to die, keep up with my future energetic kids, and whatever else I feel like doing. I want to love my body so much that I enable it to do amazing things. (And I’m very proud of that last sentence, because it shows me how far I’ve come since the days of hating my body so much that I forced it to wither away to nothingness).
Browse the Pinterest wedding boards for a little while and you’ll pick up on a new trend: the bridesmaid proposal. Some people think the notion of a bridesmaid proposal is ridiculous, but I think it’s really sweet. All this proposal entails is coming up with a special way to ask your girls to be your bridesmaids. For once it’s our turn to “pop the question,” and its actually a pretty cute idea.
When I looked for examples of these proposals on the internet, I quickly became overwhelmed by the massive amount of stuff being thrown at me. It seemed like everything was either way too complicated, expensive, or cheesy (yes, I’m talking about you, Ring Pop proposal). Then, when I was walking through the craft store by my work one day, inspiration struck. I grabbed a few items off the shelves, went home, and put it all together. Here’s what I came up with:
These little boxes are so simple that even non-crafty brides (like me) can make them.
This is one of those smoothie recipes that came about as the result of grabbing random items from the fridge. Luckily for us, it came out tasting delicious.
- Handful of blueberries
- Handful of raspberries
- 8 oz. of vanilla yogurt
- 1 cup of Pomegranate Green Tea (we used Trader Joe’s)
- 2-3 tbsp of raw shelled hemp seed
- 1 cup of ice
This recipe makes two servings and is best enjoyed with a friend 🙂
For many young girls who dream about their future wedding, finding their dress is supposed to be the most magical thing in the whole world. In reality, the experience is a little more complex. There are so many emotions and thoughts that get piled in and heightened during an appointment at a bridal salon: excitement, anticipation, nervousness, budgetary concerns, and high expectations. Shopping for a wedding dress can be overwhelming, so I’ll walk you through it and offer advice based on my own experience.
When my parents bought this house ten years ago it came with a gigantic rhubarb plant in the backyard. We didn’t even know what this obnoxious plant was until my grandma came over one day and absolutely freaked out, taking half of the plant home with her. Even after that, no one in my house actually cared about that rhubarb plant. Honestly, it just sounded kinda gross to me (rhubarb is basically a red celery) because I generally don’t like healthy food. With the exception of my grandma, the plant had remained untouched for the last ten years until a couple days ago when I decided it was time to try something with it.
My fiancé and I had Saturday off together (for the first time in what seems like forever) and he was like, “Hey, let’s try cooking with that rhubarb. It probably feels neglected and lonely.” So we did. I got up early in the morning and harvested some rhubarb (“harvesting” makes me feel like a farm girl from all those country songs).
After my old PC gave me the blue screen of death for the third time this month, I finally decided it was time to give up on it for good. I had heard how *amazing* MacBooks are from lots of people at college, so I did my homework to see which one is right for me. I liked the lightness and price tag of the MacBook Air the best, and then I spent a while convincing myself that it would be a “wise investment” instead of a “splurge” to get one. Before I left for work yesterday I found myself absent-mindedly searching BestBuy.com for my dream laptop, and it was ON SALE FOR $899. My heart said “Go,” so I checked my credit card limit, went to work, and counted down the hours until it was time to go get my baby.
When it was time for my thirty minute lunch break, a friend and I grabbed our purses, ran over to Best Buy, got the goods, and were back to work in time to split a pizza.