Mini Christmas Tree // Candle that gives my tummy the rumblies // Flowers from my man
YES.
Also enjoyable:
This text message which I accidentally sent a guy who was trying to find out "what's new" in my life (we know what that means):
"I started eating someone...so that's been good."
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Laura: face-palming
Laura: face-palming
I have this super great roommate, Rachel. This is her face. And also a leaf:
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Today when I got home from work, the apartment had this little nugget:
and smelled like Mrs. Field's kitchen. Turns out Rachel was just making a billion types of treats for Family Home Evening tonight.
As she scooped out the last of the peanut-butter oatmeal chocolate-chip cookie dough, she announced she'd be leaving for a bit to take some cookies and treats to the people she works with.
"Wow Rachel," I said. "Best coworker ever award goes to you. That's why they pay you the big bucks."
"Oh, I know," she responded. "I'm rolling in dough!"
"No pun inteded" puns are the best type. Always.
And in other news, I invite you all to go buy yourself some ice cream on my behalf.
If you know what I mean.
Wink, wink.
Called to serve as a missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints!
Assignment: New York Rochester Mission
Reports: January 30
I'm ridiculously proud of Jordan.
I wouldn't want him anywhere else during the next two years of his life.
Cool call, bro!
Is there anything better than a bay window
and a mug of Paleo Hot Chocolate (almond milk+cocoa powder+honey)
on a snowy day?
I submit that there is.
And that better thing is a BYU snuggie, 3 lit candles, some Grandma wallpaper, a Conference Talk,
a bay window, and 2 mugs of Paleo Hot Chocolate on a snowy day.
Happy Weekend, and Happy Winter!
...and happy disregard for correct use of capitalization, cuz i ain't got none today.
Last Halloween, I went as "Mixed Greens with Dressing on the Side."
Only the bishop at my singles' ward party thought it was funny.
Huh, weird.
(oh hey, Dottie!)
Apparently I have a bad obsession with word-plays, because guess what I went as this year?
"Tacks Collector"
Hahahahahaha! Nice one, Laur!
Saaaaad.
Groans and pity chuckles are appropriate and encouraged.
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Let's talk food.
Like, always.
This semester, I became a foodie and developed a meal system that's real boss.
We'll get to that later though, because for now I want to tell you about PALEO.
I stumbled across the Paleo lifestyle theory while I was training for my marathon back in July. Lots of runners and Cross Fit-ers follow Paleo because it makes them feel better and run faster. At first I was totally opposed to it because it sounded like "just a diet," and I don't believe in dieting. I do, however, believe in eating healthy as a general rule: whole foods, nothing processed--all those guidelines we know will help us live longer in the long run, but right now that brownie looks real good, so like whatevs.
After I initially brushed the Paleo lifestyle aside, it kept creeping into my Google search bar as I researched effective marathon training techniques. So, I gave it a closer look and realized that it reflected everything I believe in about eating healthily. See guidelines HERE.
It's not necessarily that I believe living like a cave person will enhance my overall well-being (cave people are extinct for a reason), but i do believe that our bodies were made to take in food exactly as it comes to us, without processing. I'm convinced that this causes us to feel better and our bodies function as effectively as possible.
I also love that while this lifestyle limits the types of food I can eat (and honestly, it only eliminates foods that my body doesn't want anyway), it emphasizes eating whenever it feels natural to eat, and as much as I want until my body tells me I'm done. It really is all about understanding natural hunger cues and reaching a point of constant satisfaction.
The initial plan was to give this eating style a trial run up until my marathon and then ease off, but I just felt so good on it that I've chosen to truly make it a life-long choice. I allow myself to cheat for races and field-trips and dates, but when I do I feel awful. My body has become fat-burning rather than carb-burning, and it doesn't handle grains or processed foods well anymore. When I stick strictly to the rules, I'm happier and my pants are looser (I never weigh myself because I'm not on a "diet"), and I'm always satisfied.
This is the way I believe, and this is the way I eat. Expect more updates and ridiculous Paleo recipes in the future now that you done been educated, and feel free to drop me any questions in comment form. I love talking Paleo almost as much as I love talking flowers and awful puns. Almost.
Like, always.
This semester, I became a foodie and developed a meal system that's real boss.
We'll get to that later though, because for now I want to tell you about PALEO.
I stumbled across the Paleo lifestyle theory while I was training for my marathon back in July. Lots of runners and Cross Fit-ers follow Paleo because it makes them feel better and run faster. At first I was totally opposed to it because it sounded like "just a diet," and I don't believe in dieting. I do, however, believe in eating healthy as a general rule: whole foods, nothing processed--all those guidelines we know will help us live longer in the long run, but right now that brownie looks real good, so like whatevs.
After I initially brushed the Paleo lifestyle aside, it kept creeping into my Google search bar as I researched effective marathon training techniques. So, I gave it a closer look and realized that it reflected everything I believe in about eating healthily. See guidelines HERE.
It's not necessarily that I believe living like a cave person will enhance my overall well-being (cave people are extinct for a reason), but i do believe that our bodies were made to take in food exactly as it comes to us, without processing. I'm convinced that this causes us to feel better and our bodies function as effectively as possible.
I also love that while this lifestyle limits the types of food I can eat (and honestly, it only eliminates foods that my body doesn't want anyway), it emphasizes eating whenever it feels natural to eat, and as much as I want until my body tells me I'm done. It really is all about understanding natural hunger cues and reaching a point of constant satisfaction.
The initial plan was to give this eating style a trial run up until my marathon and then ease off, but I just felt so good on it that I've chosen to truly make it a life-long choice. I allow myself to cheat for races and field-trips and dates, but when I do I feel awful. My body has become fat-burning rather than carb-burning, and it doesn't handle grains or processed foods well anymore. When I stick strictly to the rules, I'm happier and my pants are looser (I never weigh myself because I'm not on a "diet"), and I'm always satisfied.
This is the way I believe, and this is the way I eat. Expect more updates and ridiculous Paleo recipes in the future now that you done been educated, and feel free to drop me any questions in comment form. I love talking Paleo almost as much as I love talking flowers and awful puns. Almost.
Today I ran into an old high school friend who follows my blog (oh hey, Mal!).
And then I got a stomachache.
Except it wasn't actually a stomachache. It was just a wave of guilt because I've been neglecting this bloggity-blog thingy-thang.
(Come to think of it, it might've just been gas. Apples for lunch. Again.)
But why? I shouldn't care about you guys ! You mean NOTHING to me!!!
Just kidding. I think I've just been in denial. I tell myself I don't have time to blog, and then I spend a billion minutes stalking e'ryone's blogs and Facebook-creepin on that cute guy in my German class.
So here's the deal. Imma ditch my Facebook account for a while (after I take care of some important Facebook business--it exists) and pick back up on blogging. In the end, I guess it's a better use of time. Yes, I'm sacrificing dude-stalking for lady-blogging. I'm a saint. LOVE ME!!! FOLLOW ME!!!
Sound off. Here's a corsage I made for Grandma's birthday. Flowers from the yard. Picture sideways.
And here's to making it into the will and having a really cool grandma like "whoa."
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