I love organization, paper, and journals so I was instantly intrigued by the bullet journals popping up on Pinterest. People use them for everything from regular journals to planners to a way of tracking goals. With the distinctive graph paper pages, I'm most intrigued by the goal tracking! However, I've never really tracked goals in this way before and I can sometime be fickle and lose interest so I decided I would much rather make my own bullet journal to test the waters.
Ok, let's address something right off the bat: it's really hard to come up with a fun name for meatloaf, so don't judge until you have met and bested the challenge! Now that I've gotten that out of the way....
This is the first meatloaf I could ever truly call my own. And while there are a lot of recipes that are more complicated and fancy, this is my old reliable. The results are consistent. The bake time is an hour so planning your cooking is easy. And that hour requires very little attention from you. There is a slight "mystery meat" element to this loaf because it's not all ground beef. Intrigued? Check out the ingredients:
Hey! Don't you just hate those episodes of TV shows that are just montages of moments or an out and out replaying of an episode with a thoughtful addition at the top of the show? Well let's pretend it's way more loveable in a blog, especially when you've never read the post before! Why it's almost like it's new! I happened to come across a fairly old blog post (2009) that is no longer active and because I'm feeling sassy and am still amused by it, I'm reposting it here. Cue the wavy lines and the music!
I mentioned that I was trying to read Harry Potter and the Cursed Child but was having a hard time getting into it. I decided what I really needed to get in the mood (and cool off from the ridiculous heat) was some frozen butterbeer. At least that's what I've deemed this drink after reading descriptions of butterbeer online. This is delicious, requires a very few ingredients, is very quick and simple, and isn't so sweet you want to pull your tongue right out of your mouth. It's popular with muggles who aren't into the wizarding world too!
Welcome to Workout Wednesdays! Haha! Just kidding! While this one is about my body, I don't think I'm going to be talking about this every week. I can't even imagine doing that to myself. "It's Workout Wednesday! Time to assess the cellulite dimple in my thigh again! Hey! I can't fit a serving of Mini Wheats in there anymore! I can only fit in a serving of Lucky Charms at best!" Anyway...
As part of my September self-assessment, I decided I wanted to get back into the shape I was in a couple of years ago when I lost weight. A lot of weight. The sort of weight that garners celebrities attention. And let me guarantee there was no shortage of attention coming my way either. The increased attention often made me feel self-conscious (and how can you not when someone repeatedly tells you you look so pretty "now"). However, I did like being in excellent shape (run 3 miles? Sounds great!) and looking fabulous in most of the clothes I tried on (I need this in a smaller size! Why no! I'm not smug at all!).
There were two massive trade-offs to reach that goal, though. One was time. I was spending so much time working out. How much? Well an average day included three hours of working out. And I made sure that virtually every day was at least an average day. On a day off? I might spend most of it breaking a sweat. I got great results fairly fast, but for the kind of life I wanted to lead, that was not sustainable. The other trade off was giving up one of my favorite hobbies: baking. If you've perused even a little, you know Ilovemysweetstuff. Sure, I could bake things and bring them to work. But sometimes you just want to bake and eat and have cake left over for the next day. Or later that night. Or right after the other slice. Hey, stop quietly judging me. I'm not judging you and what you have open on those other internet tabs (but really, you might want to close that before someone else walks by). Trading out the sort of calming happiness I get from baking for another 10 reps of crunchy squat resistance plyo cross barre calorie shredder seemed not just silly but downright borderline psychotic. After all, if I couldn't eat the good stuff, why was I even trying to burn so many calories?
Somewhere a combination of life, logic, and boredom took over and I cut back on the exercising. Then I cut further back. Then I rediscovered cookies. Then I put on a couple of pounds and I knew I was bloated. But now it's been a few months (ok, maybe a year) and way more than a couple of pounds, so I guess I can't claim it's just water weight anymore.
So what am I doing now? Time to get back to serious but realistic exercise. Unless I want to get up at the crack of dawn (I do not, and I never will, in case you were wondering), it is still too hot to go outside and start running again. But I am reviewing my trusty Pinterest board, Body of Work (which you can follow), and picking out some random exercises or exercise sets to keep variety, interest, and challenge to my workouts! I'm also adding my morning workouts back in, albeit a very light version. Just 5 or 10 minutes in the morning should get the blood flowing and make me feel good about the rest of my day being off to a great start! (Ok, side rant: I have seen a LOT of pins about workouts you can do when you first get up in the morning and most of them involve something like jumping jacks. Jumping jacks? First thing in the morning? Are women going to sleep in a sports bra? Are women really willing to struggle into a sports bra before they've even had coffee? Because I know I can't do jumping jacks without giving myself some support. Failing to do so is how one takes out an eye and ends up in the emergency room. I feel better now! Let's get back to the post!) I'm also (sadly for me) going to get back to calorie counting. While this has never been a favorite part of the process, there really is no reason not to with so many easy-to-use food journal apps out there. They keep me honest and keep me realistic.
I have to admit to being concerned I will lose motivation, though. I have heard repeatedly that it is way harder to lose the second time around so I can really see that sinking my morale quickly. So any recommendations for keeping on track? Healthy eating suggestions? Favorite exercises I just have to try? Words of encouragement? The comments section is open and ready!
Ever since Just Stash January I've been haunted by the Styrofoam balls I have in a cabinet. As is the case with many things, they were left over from a project, but I couldn't see throwing them away and knew one day I would have a genius idea. I might have had one.
As you have no doubt started to notice, once I start working with a material, I tend to think of more and more ways I can use it. In this case, the material was a dictionary page. I enjoyed making garlands out of it so much, I wondered if there were other home décor items that could use the defining treatement. We've all seen the bowls of balls on coffee tables in magazines. I began to wonder how hard it would be to make my own. As it turns out, it's not hard, but it is sort of gross and messy.