30 Day Challenge: Day 2

Day 2

Breakfast has always been my least favorite meal. I was grateful when I found a love for Nature’s Path Fiber Flakes accompanied with my home-made granola, for it had been my go to for nearly 7 years, until it was replaced with the Dr. Oz’s morning shake. I would take a picture of this new beverage shake I have been making, however, my trashed camera, has only been more trashed when 2 and 3 decided to do photo shoot without my knowing, so…until I have a new camera, I will just share the recipe. I am not sure if I have become accustomed to the taste, or if I just really love it, but I know Sean is not a huge fan. Give it a try if you are uncertain of morning shakes, or are just looking for something new to add to your morning menu.  This is a great shake as well after a workout or a run. All the best!

My Go-2 Shake:

Ingredients and How 2 Play:

Blend all together:
1/2 Banana
1 -2 Spoon-fulls dark organic cocoa
1 Spoon-full flax meal
1 Spoon-full Almond butter
1 generous hand-full of Spinach
6-8 Ice cubes
1/2 scoop of Protein Powder (I use Vega One French Vanilla)
1 1/2 cups Almond Milk

Enjoy!

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30 Day Challenge:Day 1

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30 Day Challenge

When I tentatively sat down to write the first entry of my blog a couple of years ago, I really had no idea what to write or what to share, so I shared myself. It’s probably the safest thing to share, considering, with all the cover ups, concealers, fillers, and smoke mirrored expectations we place on ourselves( in a friendly joining of hands-type-circle way) in declaration with the mass majority, peculiar and non-peculiar alike, that would  I would just like to be break free from the idol of the human self. I know freedom is not anything new. For we want freedom from hate. Freedom from shame. We want freedom from insecurity. We would love freedom from debt. How about freedom from sickness, mental illness, or even self-vanity? There are so many things I know I have been set free of and delivered from, however, there are still places in my heart that need healing and areas in my soul that need freeing.
This blog journal was very instrumental in my 30 pound challenge. I accomplished the goal I had set out to do…but then, Christmas came, followed by Valentines and then, eeps….Easter. After looking at the sparse Easter basket…(Hi, I have 3 kids…one Easter basket…? Seriously!) I realized my desensitization of over indulgence has spiralled out of control. I spent $40.00 on my kids Easter and they had 2 chocolates each hiding in the Easter grass? To top it off, was what is happening at the top of my jeans. Spandex? How about leggings, anyone? Being I live in BC, I can get away wearing Lulu’s but, I want to wear my other clothes, too. Tights are great, but they refuse to get tight, and this is no longer cool with me. The solution? My dear friend Ash and I are going to do a 30 day challenge and this is what it is:
The Rules:
1. 30 days
2. Cheat day is Saturday
3. 3/4-5 workouts a week
4. Daily ab workout (see below)

My cheat day will entail Purdy’s chocolate, or maybe even a Green Tea Frappé from Starbucks.
I will continue my normal work out regime, which entails three days of cardio and 2 days of weight training. Another rule for me will be no food after 7 pm. I will weigh myself on Saturdays. My goal: To zap the snap on my favorite jeans in thirty days.
This is day one.

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Craving the Nineties…

There is something extremely sentimental, yet a little peculiar, going back into the past. It may have been a time of great essence, or a time of immense pain, however, we stand remaining, obtaining and waiting to pertain a glimpse of hope and to try to make sense of the greater image of who we are this very moment. Our reflections pierce back at us, with blemishes and cover up. We can cover up the blemishes, but the blemishes can’t cover up the cover up. My friend had given me this album when it first came out. I would listen to it over and over again. Running, walking, or studying. A nineteen year old dreamer and concerner. A concerner, if that even be a word, but I was. For the future, for the present and for the mistakes of the past. Thanks Lindsey for this album. It shaped me, as well as challenged me and tonight, it returns with a whole new sense of principle.