Monday, April 29, 2013

Just Stopping In...

Hi Friends!
I am just stopping in before I call it a night to say
that I probably won't be around much this week.
The end of a semester is a beautiful thing,
yet it always arrives packaged with exams and stress.
I have received so many thoughtful comments lately from you all
and I wanted to let you know that I have noticed and do plan on responding
after this semester is officially over.
I am excited to get back on a more regular blogging schedule,
because I have all kinds of things to share:
my Cara Box Reveal, Recipes, Pinterest DIY's, thoughts,
passions, etc.
Even though I may be neglecting the blogging world the next few days,
I hope you will stay tuned for a bright summer ahead.

And for all of you in the midst of finals as well, 
this is one of my favorite verses during times of stress and anxiety.

"Cast all your anxiety on Him,
because He cares for you."
-1 Peter 5:7


Monday, April 22, 2013

Dreaming of Spring

I have to admit,
I have been in a bit of a blogging rut lately.
I find myself yearning to write about blooming tulips,
wearing bright floral dresses and breaking-in strappy sandals.
Instead, this was the view outside my window all day...
The quality of the photo is poor, but you can rest assured that flakes
of snow were falling outside ALL. DAY. LONG.
Might I remind you that it is April 23.
That's April 2-3.
Do you think this weather is really conducive for beautiful scenes like this...

or fun outfits like this...

 Or adorable picnic dates like this...

The answer is "No!" if you were wondering.
In fact the weather is really good for nothing more than loafing
around in a pair of old sweatpants while watching Netflix...
At least that's how I plan on lying here, 
dreaming of Spring making an appearance.


Monday, April 15, 2013

Lighten Up!

I've always been one to take life a bit too seriously...
"Lighten up," they'd say.
Perhaps I took the suggestion a bit too seriously this afternoon.
Three-hours later and more money spent than anticipated,
I went from this...

to this...

It took me a long time to make the decision to turn to the blonde side.
I think a part of me is just trying to entice spring/summer to come a bit more quickly.
Especially after having my first college snow day on Thursday...
Might I remind you that it is the middle of April!!!!
 In case you were wondering, 
this is what April looks like in South Dakota...
 Blonde hair should entice the snow to melt, right?
Well that was my thought process this afternoon.
With that kind of hypothesis, perhaps I am a blonde after all ;)


Thursday, April 11, 2013

God's Plan>My Plan

 When I was younger, I can remember this one particular time during a basketball game.
I must have been around the 6th grade.
We were in the middle of an intense second half...
In all honesty, I can't even recall who we were playing against or
which team actually won the game. 
Isn't it funny when you look back at a game like that, 
and at the time, it was such a big deal, then years later
you can't even remember the details that were so crucial at the time?
However, the detail of the game that I do recollect was when
I jumped up for a rebound and I toppled right back down to the ground.
(I swear, my opponent pushed me.)
This really should come to no surprise,
I was pretty clumsy...still am.

Have you ever had those moments where the wind is knocked out of you?
 You felt like everything in your life was going so smoothly.
Sure, there were a few wrinkles here and there,
but certainly nothing that you were unable to iron out. 
I never expected to fall during that basketball game,
just like we never expect to stumble within our daily lives. 

I have been sitting here thinking about these moments an awful lot lately.
It's rather difficult to avoid making plans and thinking about your future, 
especially when you are a college student like myself.  
This same time last year, (I will be the first to admit) I was in a disheveled state.
Heartbreak does that to a girl. 
 I felt so hopeless.
  I told myself I'd never find anyone new.
Never be good enough.
Never be able to trust again. 
If I wasn't capable of being loved, 
I could be content living alone with an unconditionally loving puppy, right?

It took some effort and time, 
but the days soon turned into weeks, months,
then nearly a year had gone by.
The confidence began to slowly come back.
I was independent and content being on my own for the time being.
I was never looking for someone to fill that space in my heart.
It just happened.
I was running right along (literally),
when a friendly distraction came along. 
Wary from months before,
I had no expectations in the beginning.
One date?
I can do that.
If it works, it works,
if it doesn't, it doesn't.
What have I got to lose?

They say you find love in the most unexpected places--
the very last place you would ever think to even look.
I guess I believed that.
I still do.
I was beginning to find my own happiness before,
 but this seemed like the missing piece. 
I could finally complete my puzzle.
I felt beautiful, smart and appreciated again.
I could finally find balance in my life between my goals and leisure time.
I realized that I could pursue my dreams...
but I didn't have to go on that journey alone--
someone could hold my hand along the way.

Then the wind is knocked out of you.
Side swept, you didn't anticipate this.
You lie there, wondering if you were ever really good enough...
just like you weren't before...
yet you somehow hoped that your premonitions were inaccurate.
There you lie--unable to breathe.
"You're a beautiful, smart, and ambitious girl, but..."
But all you can hear is 
"I don't love you...
I've felt this way for awhile..."

 It hurts.
That's all there is to it.
To give your heart to someone
with the inability to receive the same in return--
you can't expect to feel anything but pain from such an experience.
And it's going to hurt for awhile.

It takes time, but eventually you are able to see that
God has much bigger and better plans for you.
It may have seemed like you had the world in your hands,
but God is going to give you the universe.

Eventually, you are able to get up again.
The wind knocked out of you begins to seem more like a slight breeze.
You can breathe again.
And you realize,
everything is going to be okay.


Wednesday, April 3, 2013

What I Ate Wednesday


As a junior dietetics student,
it should come to no surprise that I am fascinated by what people eat.
I don't even mean in the sense of-- "Oh my gosh! I am appalled by what that person eats!"--
kind of way.
I just really like seeing what people eat each day,
and love how it inspires me to try new foods within my own daily food plan.
Don't even get me started on "What's in my fridge?" blogs and vlogs...
LOVE them.

Anyway, since I am clearly enthusiastic about food, 
it is rather surprising that i have never participated in the link-up for
"What I Ate Wednesday" link-up at Peas and Crayons.

Better late than never!

 My grandparents brought back pounds upon pounds of grapefruit
from Texas this year. (They are snow birds.)
Paired with my morning boost of caffeine,
my morning was off to a great start.

I was pretty excited for lunch today.
I am kind of obsessed with Flatout.
It is like a whole wheat tortilla on steroids.
(I mean that in the best way possible.)
They are thicker and more moist than tortillas,
which is why I prefer them.
Also, if you have never tried any of the Laughing Cow spreads 
in place of mayo and cheese,
run on over to your nearest grocery store PRONTO!
At only 35 calories for an entire wedge,
you won't go back to your regular sandwich spread ever again. 
Trust me.
 My snacks were spread throughout the day.
Don't laugh at me, but I love having a freezy after I work-out.
I am always really thirsty and it seems to help quench my thirst.
When I went to basketball camp, when I was younger,
they always distributed freezies during breaks.
So I have some fond memories attached to the treat.
I also had my standard yogurt and apple.
If you heard loud crunching at the library earlier,
that was just me and that apple.
Is it just me, or is eating about a zillion times louder at the library?
Every bite was like an atomic bomb going off!

Finally, for supper, my brother treated me to sushi at the new sushi place in town.
He was in town giving some pharmacy lectures at the university and invited me out to supper.
A sushi-addicted girl such as myself--how could I resist?
Don't ask me what's in it...I couldn't tell ya...
but man, was it ohhh so delicious!

What was on your plate today?


Tuesday, April 2, 2013


 "She is so much skinnier than me."
"I work so hard, but my boss recognizes everyone, except me."
"What's the point in even applying for this award,
I'm never going to be good enough anyway."


If I could do some sort of dissection of the female mind
and unravel the need behind incessantly comparing ourselves to one another,
I would--in a heart beat.
But then again, I'm not smart enough for such a task.

There you have it.
 We females can't even make a point about how we compare ourselves
to each other, without comparing ourselves to one another.
 Comparisons, by themselves, can be a good thing.
If we look at the history of others and become inspired by their actions,
we are capable of bettering ourselves in the future.
However, when we allow ourselves to be consumed by our comparisons,
that is when we have a problem.

 I've thought about how I compare myself to others in the past.
However, today, I took a moment to really listen to the messages that 
I was communicating to myself.
As I was walking to class this morning, my yoga pants dragging on the ground,
I came up behind a group of two girls in leggings just in front of me. 
I could tell from their matching backpacks that they were teammates from
the cross country team on campus. 
Upon realizing this, my mind immediately switched to comparison mode.
Looking down at my own thighs, trucking along in faded black yoga pants
I thought,
"I was in cross country in high school,
how come my legs aren't as little as those girls'?"

The thing about these comparisons is that we rarely take time to think
realistically about the messages we are sending ourselves
and how they affect our self-image.
If I would have taken a moment to analyze what I was thinking,
I would have realized a number of things.
First, I am not a cross country runner anymore.
Second, even so, I am still a healthy individual who takes
care of herself through proper nourishment and exercise.
Finally, I am not 5'2", nor will I ever be...
unless I somehow develop a disease that causes me to shrink.
Otherwise, there really is no reason for me to fret over not weighing
120 pounds in my 5'11" body.
Besides, what does all of this pining solve anyway?
By agonizing over how well I come across in comparison to others,
what am I really accomplishing here?

I know I am not alone in this.
I hear girls, and boys, complaining about their bodies
day in and day out.

I wish I could offer an ingenious solution to this dilemma.
However, I can only offer my words of wisdom.
Acknowledge those comparisons when you make them.
Question why you are making them.
Determine whether the comparison who are making is even realistic.
Finally, remember that you will still be the same person whether you
compare yourself to others or not.
So why risk making yourself feel insecure along the way?

And if you can't take it from me,
Dr. Seuss is always reliable.
"Be who you are and say what you feel, 
because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.