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From Flab to Fab: My Hunt for Health & Happiness turned 5 today!
Won the Workweek Hustle even with a flare up of my back.
Non-scale victory: I avoided these in the break room today.
Had an amazing time at #NhlFanFair! LA knows how to do it right! #GKG #GoKingsGo #LAKings #NHL #NhlFanFair #nhlallstar (at Los Angeles Convention Center)
Going for a quick walk to start off the New Year! Next shower, then cruise!
This List Of Sex Tips From Women’s Magazines Is Missing One Very Important Word
These bits of bedroom advice are from Desireé Dallagiacomo and Kaycee Filson’s poem, “Real Sex Tips,” performed at the summer 2014 National Poetry Slam.
Their full poem calling women to reclaim their sexual identity is an inspiring must-see you can watch here.
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This List Of Sex Tips From Women’s Magazines Is Missing One Very Important Word
These bits of bedroom advice are from Desireé Dallagiacomo and Kaycee Filson’s poem, “Real Sex Tips,” performed at the summer 2014 National Poetry Slam.
Their full poem calling women to reclaim their sexual identity is an inspiring must-see you can watch here.
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Cauliflower Mac and Cheese
I thought I lost this recipe because the original site it was from was gone... I’m putting it here to never loose it again!
From http://www.heyketomama.com/cauliflower-mac-and-cheese-with-sausage/
INGREDIENTS
1.5 pounds frozen cauliflower
½ medium onion, diced
¾ cup heavy cream
3 oz cream cheese
1 tsp dijon mustard
½ cup muenster cheese, cubed
1½ cup cheddar, shredded
1 cup fresh spinach
2 sausage links, sliced and browned
1 tsp seasoned salt
½ tsp black pepper
¼ tsp fresh garlic, minced
2 tsp olive oil
INSTRUCTIONS
Preheat oven to 375 degrees
Steam or boil cauliflower until crisp-tender, drain
Remove excess water by squeezing cauliflower in towel or patting out moisture, set aside
In sauce pan over medium heat add olive oil and saute onions until softened
Add heavy cream to pan, lower heat and bring to simmer
Break cream cheese into small pieces and add to pan stirring quickly
Add fresh spinach, sausage, mustard and fresh garlic, pepper and salt to sauce pan
Once all cream cheese is smooth, remove pan from heat
Combine cream mixture with muenster cheese and 1 cup cheddar
Stir quickly with spatula until smooth and add cauliflower
Place into 8x8 baking dish and top with remaining ½ cup cheddar
Bake at 375 for 15-20 minutes until boiling and cheese is brown
some good consent phrases
“May I hug you?”
“When I ask you if you want to do something, you know it’s always okay to say no, right?”
“Let me know if you get uncomfortable, okay?”
“How do you feel about (x activity)?”
(When someone’s insecure about having said no and asks if it’s okay/if you’re mad or upset they said no) “I’m disappointed, of course, but I’m really glad you were willing to tell me (no/that you were uncomfortable/etc.). That’s really important to me. Thank you.”
“I’d ALWAYS rather be told no than make you feel pressured or do anything to hurt you or make you uncomfortable.”
“I care about you, so when something I do hurts you or makes you uncomfortable, I want to know, because I don’t like making you feel bad.”
“Wanna do (x)? It’s okay if not, but I think it would be (fun/worthwhile/prudent).”
(When starting a social phone call): “Hey, are you busy right now?”
(When confirming plans made earlier): “Hey, are you still up for doing (x) at (time) on (day)?”
“Can I vent a little about (x)?”
“Can I tell you something (gross/depressing)?”
“Are you comfortable talking about it?”
“Do you think you could talk me through this problem I’ve been having? If you have the time and emotional energy of course.”
“It’s okay if that doesn’t work for you.”
“I’m interested in spending more time with you. Would you be interested in doing (x) together on (y day)?”
“No? Well let me know if you ever want to do something else.” (leave it open! don’t nag! let it go!)
Consent culture - it’s about way more than just sex!
Give people as much freedom as possible to make their own choices without pressure or control.
Even children deserve as much autonomy as allows them to remain safe and get their needs met - remember, you can’t train a child to make good/safe/healthy choices without ever giving them choices. A child who is taught to respect consent is a child who doesn’t assault people! A child who knows they have a right to say no is a child who knows that someone who infringes on their autonomy isn’t supposed to do that.
A consent-conscious relationship is a healthier and safer relationship, and a person who is aware of and deliberate about asking for, giving, receiving, refusing, and being refused consent is a healthier and safer person.
Ugh
That moment when you get home from a killer workout at the gym, you feel thinner, lighter, better looking, you’re so happy with yourself, everything is positive. You get into the shower, singing away. Then you get out of the shower, look into the mirror… You see the same body that was there when you first started your lifestyle change. The positivity turns into disgust, anger, annoyance, hate, pessimism… All you want to do is cry because you realize how far you let yourself go… How pathetic are you. All you want to do is get dressed and binge on all of the food you can find. But I didn’t. I wiped away my tears, looked at my fat rolls, my cellulite, my stretch marks, my body. Then I looked into my eyes and said, you have a long fucking way to go, and you better not quit now because you will never get there if you do. One day at a time. One pound at a time. One workout at a time. One meal at a time. One step at a time. One tear at a time.
Confidence or arrogance?
I don’t know if this is a common problem when losing weight, but I can’t imagine being the only one experiencing this.
So this is what’s up,
I have noticed lately that I have been putting up with much less drama than I usually do. I have found that I have a much lower tolerance for people who constantly feel sorry for themselves and I have an almost allergic reaction to phrases like, “I wish I was more like (whoever)…” or “I wish I could lose weight too…”. I almost instantly feel the need to leave the room. I don’t feel like I am “better” than those people, I just know that it can be done and I get annoyed with people making excuses. Is that arrogant?
Also, I have noticed that I think, “Wow, I look great,” more often now than thinking, “Oh shit, I hate myself,” as I did before. I am actually starting to think I might even be attractive (on good days).
This leads to a whole different problem, though. Back when I was a lot bigger, I used to blush and feel flattered when someone (no matter how douchey) would hit on me. Not only that, but I would even be glad about compliments that were backhanded insults, because at least there was a compliment in there somewhere.
Now when someone hits on me I react completely different. The first thing I do is evaluate if they are actually interested in me or if they are just trying to get with “anyone” and think I’m “not out of their league” because I am not pretty but also not hideous. As if they were too shy to hit on the hot girls, so they go with the one who isn’t the ugliest. I don’t exactly know when that mindset came into place but it is making me feel very strange.
I feel like I am being extremely picky and high maintenance and at the same time I am completely insecure because I feel like I am not one of the “pretty girls” yet, but rather one of the “chubby girls” who guys sometimes like taking advantage of (when they don’t want to go for the “ugly/fat ones” as I felt I was one of before).
I know how unbelievably superficial this all sounds. I am aware that most people don’t think this way and that my insecurity might be getting the best of me.
It’s a very weird transitional phase for me. I feel like I’m going from the security of being “fat and ugly" (because for many people being fat means being ugly, let’s just face that. This does not mean that this is my opinion) to “chubby” and more “worthwhile”. I just don’t want to end up befriending people who only like me because I’m not fat anymore… but I also want to feel confident and sexy enough to belong to the crowd who hang out because they are all pretty (although I really don’t think the world works that way).
I feel like I am two different people right now. It seems like a bit of an identity crisis. I can’t be the only one who experiences this, right?
I have the insecurity of a “fat girl” in a chubby/average girl’s body. I wonder if it will get better or worse once I hit goal weight and am actually a “slim girl”.
Oh boy… oh boy oh boy. When I was big at least I knew what I felt and thought about myself. I am so lost right now. Any input from you all would be appreciated!
Hope you lovelies are okay! Talk to you soon!
Love,
Lena
Oct 6th, 2013
THIS. I FEEL THIS. Lena, you hit it right on the head for me. I have a hard time talking about my emotions or even about losing weight and you were able to perfectly describe how I feel and I thank you.
Something else I want to add... Another, maybe it’s just me...
When people who haven’t seen me in a while (I do theater) compliment me, it freaks me out a bit. Like gets me a few symptoms short of a panic attack, but I always manage to say, “still more to do” or “I’m working on it” and try to sneak away. I want to downplay the attention because it makes me remember that I was the fat ugly girl and now I’m the less fat, ugly girl. I’ve actually avoided auditioning for some shows because I didn’t want to be cast as “the fat lady role.” But even with how much I have lost (62 pounds– I know it’s a lot, but to me it doesn’t seem like it because I still have so much left to go), I think I’m always going to be the fat one, you know?
That's It Guys. My Coconut Oil Is Solid. It's Officially That Time of Year.
Ugh, yes.... When you have to chew it in the morning before oil pulling... -.-