Confession.

I think I have an addiction. I'm not a very healthy eater. I usually eat mac n'cheese and chocolate chip cookies...and cake...and sweets...at least once a week. Does the chocolate cake I ate at 12:30 last night count? 

I'm the worst.

Anyways. I think I have a problem with eating well. And well balanced. If I'm not stuffing my face with the aforementioned foods I'm usually eating an egg toast for breakfast and a bowl of cereal for dinner. I'm a mess!

This. Ends. Now.

I am going to try to test myself, to see if I can really keep track of what I'm nourishing my body with, as opposed to just eating. I'll probably take pictures of my food a lot (that's a big change for me, I know, because it's not like I take pictures of food always or anything) and I am going to really track what I'm eating for my health in the big picture! The journey shall start tomorrow. I'll keep you people posted.

(Starting tomorrow...because the waffluv truck is out by the duck pond and it's calling my name). But really, anyone who knows me knows I am defenseless against waffles.

Oops.

Real life, guys.

Hey all. So I haven't died or anything...I just suck at maintaining a blog and not failing finals. So maybe I fell off the side of the technological Earth for a few...months. So sue me.

Anyways. Yesterday this happened:

My best friend in the whole world is going to PARIS, FRANCE for 18 months to serve as a missionary for our church. 

The emotions I could use to explain this event include: happy, thrilled, elated, excited, and a billion other synonyms, which I'm happy about because that masks the tinge of extreme sadness at the thought of surviving life without my best friend for 18 months. But it is all so worth it in the end. I can't even really write out how I really am feeling about all of this right here, because I will start crying and I am not really in a crying-friendly environment at the current moment. That sounds sketchy. But you know, like that ugly cry...the one where your chin starts to quiver all attractively and your face gets splotchy and you start to gasp for breaths? Yeah you don't want to see it. 

So I'll just leave it at this. 

Paris, you are one lucky city. 

Here's the thing.

What do you do when you get hit with a gnarly stomach virus that keeps you immobilized in bed?

Watch TV. 
Read. 
Listen to Music. 

So in the case of that last point, I have a little problem in that when I hear a song and love it, I LOVE IT. And then I play it on repeat for hours and hours and learn all the words and play it everywhere I go because it just becomes my anthem.

Exhibit A:

Jacob Artist, MARRY ME.

A very special birthday

Heyyo. So, this model right here is my mom. She's pretty great.

I wish there were words that could express the influence a mother has in their childs life. Their unique mixture of strength, example, wisdom and love makes truly astounding change in the moldable hearts, minds and spirits of their children. My mom is one of those such women, and has taught me innumerable lessons in my life. I've learned how to be brave, strong, caring, loving, how to make a mean gumbo and that you never go to a party without some kind of treat in-hand. I've learned that people who are the hardest to love need the love the most, and that through charity and love you can change lives. Thanks momma, and happy birthday. You're a remarkable person and I love you more than a warm Chicago Fire pizookie.

"Napoleon is quoted as having asked Madame Campan: “What is wanting in order that the youth of France will be well educated?” “Good mothers,” was her reply. The Emperor was forcibly struck with this answer. “Here,” he said, “is a system in one word—mother.”

I love you, mom. Happy Birthday :) 

How I feel about a little thing called a sugar fast:

Oops.

Prezidentz Dayyy

Hello people! First off, I love you all. Seriously. Second, I have learned some interesting things this weekend.

1. Hiking redrocks are sooooo fun. (see below)

2. I have found the love of my life, a butter-laiden carbohydrate twisted around a dowel. True, sweet love. (Pizza factory breadsticks, people. SO GOOD)
3. Doing my hair is way overrated.
4. THIS GIRL has a BLOG!!!! My heart is so so happy.

Also, I'm giving up sugar for a month starting tomorrow. So I'll be posting about that here soon, I'm sure. Anyone who knows me knows that if I go a day without chocolate things get interesting real quick. It's gonna be an adventure.

Stay classy kids, til' next time! Eat sweets for me!



Oh. Yeah. And Happy Presidents Day! I love all of them, too.

Hard things, great things.

Life is a hard thing. It is. There are lovely moments, (and many more of those than the bad or hard moments), but life is not a piece of cake. Having established this, I firmly believe that having a positive outlook, and being able to spin things so you don't sweat the small stuff makes our lives a whole lot easier. But in doing that I think sometimes it's easy to begin to feel that you aren't allowed to have a bad day, to feel sad, to have a moment where you're just having trouble spinning things and you kind of just want to cry into your roommate's shoulder and eat a gallon of ice cream. That's completely okay. Were not perfect as much as we try to be. We cant fix everything as much as we try to. We can't heal everyone as much as we'd want to. All we can do is put our best selves out there each day and try to make the lives of others a little better, and make our lives better in doing so. A positive attitude doesn't mean you aren't ALLOWED to be sad. You are allowed a bad day. You are allowed to get knocked down. So long as you let others help you get up and you move on with an even greater determination to make your life everything you've ever wanted. 

Go and do and be and love. 

(Officially off my soapbox.)