It’s Halloweeeeeeen this week. And even though that means nothing to me since I have no children and I’m definitely not feeling comfortable handing out candy this year, I do like the idea of having adorable treats around that impress
I’m not a woman with many vices. I don’t eat much sugar, I stay away from alcohol, and I’m not big into drugs (until I can get my hands on some psychedelics someday). You could say I’m boring…and you would
Today on the podcast I’m talking about my new BFF Steve, our FedEx driver that may be a serial killer, why Brian and I don’t share bank accounts, and my recent experiment with upping my protein intake! ________________ Support the
I don’t want to tell you what to do or anything, but I’m going to. Because I’m right…12% of the time. And something I think you would benefit from is a belt that fits around your waist to pair with
Is all food more fun when it has candy eyes? Answer – yes! I don’t make a shit ton of recipes for kids, mostly because this blog is not made for children (obviously), nor do I know anything about them,
Probably three weeks ago, I started using an activity/recovery/sleep monitor. It keeps you updated with how much strain you’re putting on your body every day then compares it to how much sleep you’re getting each night so you know how
Is there anything more comforting than risotto? When my husband and I moved into our first apartment together, we had a restaurant down the street from us that had the most delicious butternut squash risotto. It was the first time
There are two things I know about myself – Tracking my food in the past has not worked well for me. I don’t build muscle easily. I’ve been in the fitness and nutrition space for 12ish years at this point.
Today on the podcast, I talk about an emotional week with bummer friends, beangate, and Jackson loving goose poop and animal carcasses way too much. It’s been a WEEK. ________________ Support the podcast by clicking the Subscribe button on iTunes and please
It’s here! Fall is HERE!! Yesterday we had a high of 57 degrees and I woke up to a bitter cold 40 degrees out. I don’t know how I do it, but I forget every.single.year what the cold feels like.
