With the Super Bowl right around the corner, my brain can’t help but look forward to the big day with excitement and enthusiasm; and not because I’m a Falcons or Patriots fan. Nope, I’m looking forward to the snacks.
And I’m not talkin’ your run of the mill snacks, either.
I don’t want to eat a gallon of melted Velveeta with way too salty chips. I don’t want soggy nachos. I don’t want greasy, limp pizza. I don’t want overly frosted brownies.
Then what the heck do you want, you crazy pregnant lady? You sure are sounding like a food snob.
And, well, I guess I am. Don’t get me wrong, gang. I love all of those game day foods. I just DON’T love how unhealthy and unnecessarily processed they can often be.
If I’m having some pizza, I want it on my sweet potato crust. If we’re talking dessert bars, I’d be happy with my Magic Bars. If I’m having chili, I want my sweet potato chili.
That’s why today I’m showing y’all how to embrace and healthify one of those game day indulgences: the buffalo chicken wing.
We’re keeping a little of the butter and hot sauce, but we’re swapping the greasy chicken legs for CAULIFLOWER.
Blasphemy, you say?
Don’t knock it until you try it, y’all.
Cause it’s one of those dishes that will be winner for your taste buds. I promise!
Just two weeks ago, I thought I was driving up to Dallas to meet a girlfriend for brunch before picking up a suit for my then long-distance husband. Midway through my decaf and scramble, she bursts out, “There’s no suit! I can’t take it anymore…your husband has booked us massages around the corner in half an hour!”
Touché to my long-distance husband. He knew the only way to get me into a spa was to book the appointment himself, reel in a friend and task to get me to Dallas, and weave up a deceptive tale in order to get me there. If he had just presented me with a gift card for a massage to book at my leisure, well, it would probably still be in the envelope in a drawer awaiting a weekend that ‘doesn’t seem too busy’, aka never.
Now don’t get the wrong idea here. I LOVE massages. Out of all the spa treatments, they are, hands down, my favorite, probably because they’re the only thing I can’t do on my own. I can exfoliate my face and throw a clay mask on there, I can still plop my foot up high enough to paint my toenails, and painting my nails, even with a French manicure, has always been in my skillset.
But attempting to give yourself a shoulder massage just doesn’t cut it.
It’s something we must have someone else do for us. And it may hurt a little. It may elicit a few moans and groans of brief discomfort. Heck, if it’s a really solid massage it may leave us feeling a little tender and sore. But afterwards, we stroll out of there feeling utterly and completely relaxed, revived, and ready to take on the world, despite the small amount of drool that has usually collected upon my face after a massage.
After having the best (albeit only) prenatal massage just a few weeks ago, I started reflecting on how God’s love is a lot like my massage experience. Sometimes, I don’t want to admit that I need His restorative hands and His calming peace in my life, that I can just do it all on my own. But once I give in and admit my dependence upon Him, I am awakened and rejuvenated by His love, His peace, and His grace.
Let’s make us a mug of organic jasmine blackberry tea or whatever kind of elaborate tea they usually serve in the spa and talk about allowing our Maker to give us a spiritual massage.
Happy Saturday, sunshine!
How's it hangin?
A little cooking, a little Wal-Marting (where I think I saw half of Corsicana), a little sister-in-law yoga...this is a solid day my friends.
It's going to be a no make-up required, wear sweatpants all day kind of day.
I can also feel some organizing and baking coming on...that maternal instinct is setting in HARD CORE over here and I LOVE it.
One thing that isn't going out the window is my workouts. Light lifting, yoga, kickboxing (in my living room but done nonetheless), walking, Zumba...my 33-week son and I aren't slowing down just because his birthday is rapidly approaching.
As I've shared before, these workouts, as intense or quick or leisurely as they can be, are part of my daily stress management and enable me to continue teaching 71 third graders with sanity and strength.
Plus, it helps we're having no discomfort, pains, migraines, or other side effects that can accompany pregger ladies like me.
So onward march we go. Here's what we did this week.
Hello. My name is Michelle. And I’m addicted to chocolate and peanut butter.
It’s kinda a problem.
Do I even go so far as to put nut butter on brownie Quest and chocolate RX bars?
[Sighs with head down], I confess to y’all I sure do.
Do I even go so far as to grab a spoon and munch on peanut butter straight from the jar?
[Another heavy sigh] I sure do.
At least I have made brave, profound steps away from chemically sweet, more processed treats. Baby steps, right? I no longer satisfy my chocolate-peanut butter cravings with peanut butter M&M’s, Reese’s Cups, Reese’s Pieces, and Butterfingers. I’ve found other, more redeeming ways to satisfy that urge without going overboard.
For months now, y’all have watched my addiction unfold, from my homemade almond butter M&Ms I made at Halloween to keep my paws out of the trick-or-treater’s candy to my dark chocolate peanut butter protein shake, there is always a time and a place in my life for chocolate and peanut butter, or almond butter or cashew butter or hazelnut butter.
It’s been a constant craving throughout this pregnancy that I’m 99.9% sure would still be in existence without a child growing within me.
Luckily, I know I’m not alone in my struggles. Many of you know what it’s like to be staring down into the crunchy almond butter jar, spoon in hand, knowing you’re about to do something you probably shouldn’t do. We’re in this together!
After 27 years of ceaselessly fighting these choco-nutty urges, I’ve decided to embrace it. If you can’t beat em, join em.
So today I’m sharing with y’all my latest dark chocolate+PB craving satisfaction.
They’re healthy. They’re Paleo. They’re packed with protein and healthy fat. And they’re downright delicious.
Yup, we’re making, or more like assembling, no-bake peanut butter protein cookies today! Come on, embrace the dark side and live a little with me.
I know, I know, I know…it’s Wednesday, Michelle.
Don’t you know by now that this is "What I Found at Wal-Mart" day?! You’ve only been doing this for 29 weeks. Get with the program.
Alas, my friends, I’m well aware of the day of the week.
Saturday, my typical Wal-Mart day, got a little off the normal trajectory when I had some family health issues arise that I had to handle. By the time I finally made it to Wal-Mart that afternoon, my head wasn’t exactly in the game and I was on the phone with a different family member talking her through some issues she’s been having lately, too.
I made it out of Wal-Mart not sure how many things I ended up photographing, only arriving home to discover I took two. That’s it.
I should be back on my game this weekend, thus resuming our regularly scheduled Wal-Marting.
In the meantime, I bring you a breakfast of breakfast recipes made with one of my weekly Wal-Mart staples, Vital Farms Eggs.
So pour an extra mug of coffee, cause we’re getting crackin’ on a breakfast quiche you don’t want to miss out on!
My oh my, how time flies when you’re having fun AND growing a baby boy!
I can’t believe I’m already writing another pregnancy recap. I’ve, or should I say we’ve, successfully made it through seven months together and am now embarking upon our final two months or eight weeks if you like to think of it that way.
I’ll get into the details of this past month in a moment, but I can continue to confidently say I’m loving this miraculous experience. As my belly grows and my son moves and kicks and squirms more and more, I am filled with more and more joy and eagerness to meet my son.
Has this last month had its ups and downs? You betcha! From baby daddy leaving my side to tackle planning the security for the Inauguration (no big deal, right?) to potentially having gestational diabetes (alas, I did not), this month hasn’t been the cake walk of the others but still loaded with excitement and blessings.
Without further ado, let’s hop into what my lasyt month of pregnancy was like. The good, the bad, and the downright strange.
Healthy Happy Texan
I'm a Foodie, Fitness Instructor, and Follower of Christ. Add a passion for teaching others, dark chocolate, bacon, and dogs -- and that's me in a box.
Come on, let's live a little!