Month: January 2016

Whole30 Days 1-5

chxsaladIf you’re following my Instagram feed, you’ll see an awful lot of photos of food. I decided to challenge myself to the Whole30, a fairly “radical” way of eating for 30 days. Honestly, “radical” isn’t really the correct term, if you think about it from a different perspective.

Whole30 challenges you to strip your diet of unhealthy, possibly gut-damaging foods for 30 days. It’s only radical because we’ve trained ourselves to eat pretty crappy. Which takes a toll on our health and perpetuates cravings. Chocolate for me, obviously.

I decided to give my body and metabolism a reset. I’m on Day 6. It’s Saturday and weekends have always been my “raid the pantry” days. I’m nervous but hopeful.

The side-effects thus far haven’t been horrible. My hair is super greasy, possibly due to night sweats (that’s a postpartum issue too – weird, right?), I also think AF came back for a short, light stint on Tuesday. Which pissed me off. If you aren’t a woman and don’t know what AF is, just move on.

NNtwIvOxI’m finding that I’m definitely a stress eater. Not that I didn’t know that already. If the baby screams for over 20 minutes, I hit the almond butter, my chocolate replacement. I went through an entire jar in five days. FIVE DAYS. I’m not going to buy it this week if I can stay strong. If I don’t lose any weight during this challenge, it’s because of the damn almond butter.

I’m not just changing the way I eat for me, it’s for my breastfed son. TMI here, but his poop has been icky and green and I suspect a dairy intolerance. My other son had the same issue. So far his mood has vastly improved (a.k.a. he’s not acting like Charles Manson anymore) but he’s still having icky poo. Waiting another week on that front.

Back to me – the worst day thus far was Day 4. I had the shakes in the morning. So I hit up Mr. Almond Butter ASAP.

But overall, I’ve been feeling good. Going to the grocery store sucks. Especially when your husband makes a beeline for the beer tasting area. Jerk. But eating at home isn’t too hard when all the goodies are hit from eyesight.

Now I think my experience might be an exception to the requisite “hangover” you’re warned about. I don’t drink soda, I typically don’t eat cupcakes everyday, and I keep most sugar out of my main meals. But I was spiraling toward those habits. This is a nice break point.

We’ll see how the next week goes. Yes, I’m craving a chocolate cupcake, but I think I can wait 25 days to indulge.


For the Love of Chocolate

Excuse me while I ponder my love for chocolate. I can’t help myself. This is baking in the oven and cocoa smell is taking over the entire house.

It’s genetic, my love for chocolate. My grandmother used to cook my father chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast. With chocolate sauce. And then she’d whip up a batch of chocolate chip cookies. So really, it’s not my fault. Cocoa-love runs through my blood.

I’m breastfeeding now, so I’m typically ravenous, and my go-to snack on the go is a piece of dark chocolate. Actually, that’s my, “I’m trying to cut back” snack, because it’s only one piece (well, by the end of the day, about four). Yeah, the desperation is real.


I’m trying to become a better baker. Not just a recipe pro, someone who reads between the lines, gets inventive, creates something delectable through pure skill. The long term goal is to go to culinary school, but that’s a topic for another day. This month I’ve been focusing on cupcakes, because my little man turned 2 years old, and I’m going to shower him with sugar this year. Last year he got a vegan banana cake with yogurt frosting. He didn’t get it. Sorry buddy.

This year he’s going to get a full-sugar banana cupcake with peanut butter frosting. Two of his favorite things. And because dad requested it (and because I have an addiction), chocolate cupcakes with chocolate frosting. Cause the adults need to party too.

I was smart and tested the recipes first and oh-my-lord, WINNERS. I was never a cupcake fan. Even when the craze hit DC. I would partake, but they never made me do a happy dance. Let me tell you, though, homemade cupcakes and frosting, if you can follow a recipe, are ridiculous. I always hated store-bought butter cream. Homemade buttercream? LIFE-CHANGING.

You have to try this recipe if you don’t believe me. I even skimped on the chocolate a little and they still blew my mind. My husband’s too.

I’m going to start a running tab of amazing chocolate recipes here that I’ve tested and approved. Hopefully I’ll add some of my own one day! If you know of any you can recommend, please do! Yum, yum, yumyumyum.

Amazing Chocolate Cupcakes


When Someone Else Thinks You’re a Lousy Mom

“It’s their shit, not yours.”

Kinder words have never been written.

This weekend I was treated unfairly by a loved one. They were mean. At first I didn’t understand why. I was in a great mood, and they proceeded to crap all over it. I got flustered, then pissed, then weepy. Yeah, I’m sensitive and emotional; can’t deny my mama hormones or my tender personality.

The meanness got me down all day. I worked through it, but it ate at me. What did I do to deserve it? That night I cried into my husband’s shirt. That felt good.

The thing that hurt the most was it came from a person I care about, trust, and rely on for support. It was a rude awakening, being treated badly by this person. I would’ve thought they would talk to me about any issues they have with my parenting choices.

But I’m not dwelling on it anymore, and I don’t feel like crap anymore. Because I have a great group of online ladies who let me vent and lifted me up. They don’t know me in real life, but they told me I’m a great mom. I choose to believe them.

Some of the best words written were, “It’s their shit, not yours. Release that yuckiness into the universe mama, nobody needs to carry around somebody else’s shit.”

Nope. Not gonna do it. Gonna keep on being me, cause that’s all I know. And it’s got me two healthy, happy boys, so I must be doing something right.