Most weeks I have all my menu planning and shopping lists ready to go for an easy grocery store trip by the time Saturday rolls around. Some weeks *cough* this one *cough* I’m sitting at the Starbucks inside Safeway scrolling through Pinterest for healthy dinner ideas while my venti Americano rapidly disappears and the clock ticks down. Although I spent most of the evening before going between the fridge and the pantry looking for a nonexistent dessert, I have somehow forgotten what my kitchen even looks like. Continue reading
Moving, it turns out, is one of the most awful experiences that I’ve happily run headlong into. I now understand how my parents have lived in the same house for 35 years and I get why we couldn’t move to someplace nice like Minnesota or Maine (I was a boring child I think).
Throughout this month from hell, though, I realized that sticking to my healthy habits is key for avoiding some serious emotional breakdowns (mostly). I get hangry, I have sugar crashes, my acid reflux flares up at 2am if I eat too late, and don’t even think about asking me to move furniture if I haven’t eaten in the last 3 hours. Continue reading
Alright, so my fridge often looks like organized chaos, but it’s my organized chaos. My kitchen is this topsy turvy place that I love to spend time in where I mesh my ideas of health, frugality, tastes and compromise with my beloved-if-somewhat-picky fiancé. Continue reading