Sugar House Park

If you are into picnic-ing as much as I am, you will want to add Sugar House Park to your list!  This park gives you everything you'll need to create a memorable day. From a running/walking trail and road, to basketball courts, to soccer and baseball fields, to picnic areas, to reading benches, to pavilions, to volleyball courts, to playgrounds, to fun hills to play on, this park has it all! Give it a try.

The track around the park is ~1.38 miles, and has a really wide lane for walkers/bicyclists/cross-country ski trainers/runners.  If you walk the full perimeter of the park, including Highland High School, the distance is ~1.9 miles.  

Ellie loves this park so much because usually it involves walking/jogging with one of our favorite friends, and also getting to watch the ducks afterward. I love sitting her on my lap and watching as she flaps her arms and squeals when they come near. Oh El, please don't grow up any time soon.

To get there:

This park is located between I-80, 2100 South, 1300 East, and 1700 East in the Sugar House neighborhood of Salt Lake City, Utah

Hours:

7 am- 10 pm every single day in the summer, and 7 am-9 pm in the winter.

Silver Lake

Maybe it was the moose we saw splashing in the swamp or the way Ellie clapped her hands together every time we'd say "Yayyyy," or being able to carry that old picnic basket around a place we love so dearly, that made our picnic so special. Silver Lake Picnic Spot... we'll be back again soon.

Silver Lake is beneath Brighton Ski Resort up Big Cottonwood Canyon. It is a place you'll definitely want to take your kids this summer, or a place to walk when you need some fresh air or meditation. There's a boardwalk all the way around, making it easy to enjoy a clear and good-quality pathway. There are a few picnic benches right by the parking lot, but we prefer to walk halfway around and find our own spot off the boardwalk and underneath the pines. We like picnics, can you tell? :) It also has an accessible bathroom by the parking lot, and is prettiest early in the morning, or later in the evening right before the sun goes down. Make it happen.

 

 

Loving Your Postpartum Self

What a powerful message this video brought me this morning. My cousin's sister participated in this and she posted it on Facebook. I couldn't help but share, because this message so badly needs to be heard loud and clear. Watch if you feel inclined, and I have a message below.

So many thoughts today as my daughter turned nine months old this morning. I am having a hard time soaking that bit of information in for some reason. Nine months already?  As much time as she was in the womb, she has also been out, breathing in the worldly air. In what seems like only a  blink, time has slipped right through my fingertips. 

After having Ellie, I had many different thoughts run through my mind about my body. Being my first child, I honestly didn't know what to expect. I had been fit and active my entire life, and the body that reflected in the mirror back at me, was foreign and strange.  I remember going on a quick "date night" with my husband in the hospital around midnight that second night we were there. We wheeled Ellie down to the nursery in her bassinet, while the two of us slowly walked hand in hand down to the hospital cafeteria for a needed (and well-deserved, may I add) ice cream cone. I remember I couldn't stop touching my stomach. I couldn't believe how squishy it felt. The skin on my stomach sagged, my butt and thighs were a little bigger around with a lot less tone.  My abs were nonexistent. My face and feet were still swollen and showed clearly how tired I was. So many thoughts crossed my mind: "Will my stomach ever get tight again?", "Will I ever lose this weight?", "Will I ever be able to sit on a bike again?" (<-- Sounds funny, but this thought of maybe never being able to sit on my bike again literally brought me to tears one night with my husband...blaming my #hormones on that one.) My body ached everywhere.  I was bleeding from places I thought would never heal. After I brought our sweet Ellie home, the first weeks that followed were no easier. My breasts were painfully sore, it hurt to walk, and even though I tried not to step on the scale, those numbers didn't seem to be falling as fast as I would've hoped. On top of everything, I was exhausted and felt the overwhelming responsibility to love and adequately take care of a newborn baby, who only knew how to cry and sleep at that point. Those days were hard. Beautiful, but hard.

Fast forward 6 weeks postpartum. I finally got the "go-ahead" to exercise. Prior to this day I kept having dreams of going to a track and sprinting out 100 meters. I so badly wanted to run, sprint, sweat, and feel my heart pumping wildly in my chest again. So I laced my shoes, and went out for my first mile-long run. My legs felt heavy. I was gasping for each breath, and I couldn't believe how hard it was to finish. I didn't even make it the entire way without having to walk a couple times to catch my breath. More negative thoughts crossed my mind... "I used to be able to run without getting tired!" "I used to be so fit." "Will I ever be the same again?"  I still felt tired and achy, and my body was begging me to slow down.

Fast forward to now. Let me tell you about an experience I had this past week before I jump into what I want to say.  

The last few nights, Ellie hasn't been going to sleep right away as she normally does as I'm feeding her a nighttime bottle. I think part of it may be that my body has pretty much given up on breastfeeding, and a bottle of formula isn't quite as soothing. Two nights ago, after she finished her bottle, her eyes were starting to doze, and I softly stood up and laid her down in her crib. As soon as my hands came out from under her, her eyes opened wide. She didn't cry, she didn't make a single sound, but looked up at me ever so gently and reached her tiny fingers out. I was a little shocked that she was holding so still and not making a sound, so I pulled up the little ottoman by my rocker to have a seat, and stuck my hand through the crib slats so her fingers could wrap around mine. In silence, my eyes looked at hers, back and forth, back and forth.

Probably only five minutes passed, but each second of time felt lengthened as we stared at each other through the slats. No words, just silence. I studied her deep blue eyes: eyes who trusted me to hold her and care for her; eyes that I had seen dance and laugh while playing near the ducks at the park earlier that day; eyes that looked curiously at the pages of the book I had read that morning; eyes that had been full of tears when she bonked her forehead after lunch; eyes that begged for attention; eyes that sought new places and new adventures; eyes that loved me entirely for who I was despite my shortcomings or imperfections.  Her eyes held a magic that I can't adequately describe in writing. I was captured in that moment of time, and frozen in deep thought.

I couldn't help but long for her to one day learn to love herself the way I love her. As I held her finger so tight, I thought about the way she sees herself in the mirror now. Whenever she eyes her reflection, she flaps her wings in excitement, and hyperventilates. It's actually one of my very favorite things. She just can't quite get over the darling face that she sees staring back at her. It's a face full of light, smiles, squeals, and laughter. She doesn't notice any imperfections; probably because there aren't any. Her chubby thighs and round, rosy cheeks are as perfect as can be.

I can't help but think about when she grows, will she still see that same smily face in the mirror? She probably won't flap her arms in excitement and hyperventilate, but I hope she is able to feel happy and content, in each stage of her life. I'm sure there will be times when she might not love everything she sees. We've all been there. I'm sure there will be negative thoughts that one day cross her mind. We've all had them. But I so desperately hope that the person she sees staring back at her, is a girl she loves:  a girl who is confident in herself, who doesn't need to be in the spotlight of fame, who doesn't need other people's reassurance or "likes" on Instagram that she's as amazing and beautiful as she is.  I hope she sees a girl, and woman, who is full of genuine light. And also, who is capable of uplifting and sharing her light with others who need it.

As I thought about all these things, I thought about the way I speak about myself and view myself and my body now. I hope to never speak badly about myself, especially in front of her, because I don't want her to think she should be able to do the same. I hope she sees the way I love to move my body and eat nutritious food, and begins to love to move and eat good food too. I hope she finds happiness and energy from living a healthy lifestyle the way that I try to live. I hope she realizes how intricate and most precious her body is, and can function, when she takes care of her physical, mental, and spiritual health.

My body is different now than it was before I had her. No doubt. It's not perfect. It comes with all the weird quirks and things that I now deal with from having a baby. Tone and muscle come at a much slower pace than they did before.  But I'm willing to put in the energy to work hard at keeping myself healthy and strong. I don't do it so I can look good next to her at the pool. I do it, because it makes me feel happy. I put in the work so that I can show her I'm strong, and capable, and because I love and honor the body I have. It is a most sacred temple to me.

I know with each baby, there will be new changes; new adaptations. I know and fully understand that one day my hair will turn gray, that my joints will ache, that my metabolism and energy will slow, and that wrinkles will become more pronounced. There's no way to reverse time or halt the aging process completely. But isn't it also a beautiful thing? Our bodies work tirelessly so that we can live and breathe and do the things we love to do. They give off carbon dioxide and take in oxygen with each breath to fuel and replenish our cells. Our heart never stops pumping or working hard for us. It pumps 60-100 times a minute, and 1,500-2,000 gallons of blood a day. Our legs and feet work hard to carry the weight of our body, and hope we'll give them an adequate rest when we sleep. Our arms carry our children and wrap them up in tight hugs. Our skin protects us from exposure to harmful things. Our brains are driving our nervous system and signaling commands to our body continuously.  There is meticulous and Godly detail to our anatomy and physiology. In short, we are more resilient and powerful than we may ever realize.

As mothers and women, our bodies are able to create and carry a living human being. We may get stretch marks, or added weight along the way, but our kids don't care about those things. Our kids just need us to try. They need us to love and care for ourselves the way we love and care for them. They need us to lead by example, to say kind words, and to be the best people we can be. 

Mothers, whatever stage you are in, learn to love your body. Learn to treat it with utmost respect. It's truly a gift. And lastly, you are enough.

Meg's Favorite Coconut Almond Granola

I have to say, I am pretty proud of this recipe because it took many trials until I felt it mimicked my very favorite granola at Sprouts. The way it makes my kitchen smell, has me sniffing around like a dog and licking my lips. This also can be stored in cute mason jars and given as gifts... just sayin'.  I love it over my parfaits in the morning, in a bowl with milk and strawberries, and sprinkled over any fruit dessert.

Ingredients:

3 cups old-fashioned oats

2 Tbsp. light brown sugar

1/4 cup coconut oil

1/4 cup raw honey

1 tsp. almond flavoring *this is my secret ingredient*

1/2 cup sliced almonds

1/4 c. raw shredded coconut

Instructions:

1. Preheat oven to 325 degrees and line baking sheet with tin foil

2. Mix oats and brown sugar together

3. In separate bowl, whisk together oil, honey, and almond flavoring

4. Pour oil mixture over oats mixture and mix. Add in sliced almonds

5. Spread on baking sheet and bake for 10 minutes. Take out of the oven, mix, and flip oats around, and put back in oven for 5 more minutes, or until lightly golden.

6. As granola is cooling, add shredded coconut and any other mix-in you feel like (sunflower seeds or dried fruit would be yummy)

7. Store in air-tight container and enjoy!!!

veggie stir fry over rice

This is a perfect recipe for when you have veggie odds and ends in your home that you don't know what to do with. If you want to add meat to this, feel free! Once you make this sauce, you'll never go back! I love it over brown rice, but rice or noodles is always yum yum yum. Enjoy!

Instructions:

Put 2 Tbsp. EVOO in large wok. (If you are going to use meat, add it now and saute until cooked through)

Steam any of these veggies first, if you're going to use them: diced cauliflower, sliced carrots, diced broccoli, green beans

Add any veggies to the wok: I love onions, green onions, mushrooms, bell peppers, zucchini, and yellow squash

For the sauce:

1/2 cup low sodium chicken broth

1/4 cup low sodium coconut aminos, tamari, or soy sauce

2 Tbsp. apple cider vinegar

1 Tbsp. light brown sugar

1 Tbsp. corn starch + 1 Tbsp. water

Pour the sauce over sauteed veggies and wait until thickens. Serve over brown rice. You don't need too much sauce at all to get good flavor. The more veggies, the better!

Roasted Garlic Chickpeas

This is a healthy snack you can make, seal in an air-tight container, throw in your purse, or have on hand for a busy day. Full of fiber and protein, and will keep that stomach full!

Ingredients:

1 (15 oz) can chickpeas

1 1/2 tsp. EVOO (*Extra Virgin Olive Oil)

1/2 tsp. kosher salt

1/4 tsp. freshly ground black pepper

3/4 tsp. garlic powder

1/2 tsp. dry parsley

Instructions:

1. Preheat oven to 400 degrees F. Line a baking sheet with aluminum foil.

2. Drain and rinse chickpeas and pat dry with a paper towel. Transfer chickpeas to the prepared baking sheet.

3. In a small bowl, whisk together olive oil, salt, black pepper, garlic powder, and parsley. Drizzle over chickpeas and use your hands to coat chickpeas evenly in olive oil mixture. Spread evenly over pan.

4. Bake 15 minutes. Remove pan from oven and use a spatula to stir the chickpeas. Return pan to oven for another 15-20 minutes or until chickpeas are golden brown and crunchy. Remove from oven and cool completely before serving.

Brighton Picnic

thrift shopping.

it's one of my favorite hobbies.

in fact, i feel like i've gotten pretty good at it. 

you kind of have to be good at something like that when you're poor and in school, right?

anyways.

when bry and i were first married, we realized we had hardly anything to fill our small home.

bry's contributions consisted of a big TV, three pairs of skis, and a car that was all paid off (typical guy, right?)

me, on the other hand... 

i had lots of random home decorations, cute kitchen dishes, and shoes to the fill the closet (typical girl, right?)

between the two of us, we didn't really have furniture or anything substantial to fill the space.

but i was secretly thrilled about this

because i couldn't wait to start designing my own home from scratch.

so, the two of us learned to become master thrift shoppers.

this involved many trips to various thrift stores, consignment shops, and the D.I.

let me just say, we have found some real  t r e a s u r e s  at these places.

today, i want to share with you one of these treasures, which was actually our very first purchase together as newlyweds. it still sits in the top of our closet and has been with us on many of our adventures.

introducing to you, our

P I C N I C  B A S K E T

(...that was exactly $4 at the D.I., may i add.) 

it's pretty cool, right? 

it comes with places for plates and cups to be buckled in, built-in insulation, and handles to carry it all up the mountain. i'm pretty obsessed with this little treasure. :)

so here's the part you may be interested in...

how to get to this perfect picnic spot:

a spot we go when silver lake is too crowded. (which can happen quite often.)

let me tell you how to get there.

instead of pulling over at silver lake, just keep driving around the loop until you get to brighton ski resort and the trailhead for lake mary. from there, you'll hike up a little past the ski lift, and off to the right, you'll find a nice little meadow. that's our spot.

a perfect place for a family night, a romantic date, or spot to sit and read a good book.

it's the simple things.

i challenge YOU to go have a picnic.

it may end up being the perfect addition to your summer day.

Desolation Trail to Salt Lake Overlook

Millcreek Canyon

Distance: 4.4 miles RT, climbing ~1250 feet

Difficulty: Moderate

Available: March through November

Dogs ARE allowed

I grew up right down the street from Millcreek Canyon. I often found myself up there for family campfires, hikes, Sunday drives, and bike rides. Actually, my first date with my sweetheart Bry was also up there in our favorite spot, picnic style. So, you could say my love for this canyon is real, folks. Desolation Trail is a must-see for your summer adventure list.  

I loved doing this hike in early June. I almost think the trail on the way up is just as beautiful as the view from the peak. It's super green, and there are wildflowers along the path. I would rank the difficulty as "moderate." It's 4.4 miles RT, and there are parts of the hike with some steep drop-offs on the side of the trail, and so I wouldn't recommend this hike for young children, unless you are carrying them up, or unless they're old enough to be responsible for staying on the trail. I did it carrying my nine-month old in my backpack, and ended up trail-running the entire thing down (not by choice) due to a a crazy rain/hail storm, and she did great in the backpack. A fun feature about this, is that you can take your dog, and there are usually a lot of hikers that have their dogs up there too. It's just a dog party. I would recommend starting this hike earlier in the day, rather than later, just because the top half doesn't have as much tree coverage as the bottom half. The view from the top is gorgeous, and it's fun to be able to overlook the Salt Lake Valley. Add it to your list! You'll love it.

How to get there:

Millcreek Canyon is accessed from 3900 South and Wasatch Blvd. The trail begins on the right side of the road just after you see Millcreek Inn Restaurant (about 0.75 miles from the bottom of the canyon). There's a little parking lot and restroom at the trailhead.

Liz: Courage after Columbine

As I pulled up to Liz’s cute home, I had an overwhelming feeling that I was about to hear a story inspiring enough to touch many women all around the world. Sure enough, as Liz began to speak in answer to my questions, not only was I touched by her genuine heart and raw honesty, but her words softened me, as I know they will you. This was an interview I’ll never forget. Here are my questions and my recollection of Liz’s interview.

Tell me about what happened the morning of April 20, 1999.

I was a 15 year-old sophomore at Columbine High School. My family had lived in Littleton, Colorado since I was 8 years old, and it was home to me.  I remember waking up that Tuesday morning and feeling sick to my stomach. Something didn’t feel quite right. I had the thought, I don’t want to go to school today. But, I had a math test and so I knew I had to go. My mom and I had gone shopping the day before for new spring school clothes, and I wanted to wear my new outfit to school. Fighting the feelings of not being prepared for my test, and my stomach feeling sick with anxiety, I continued to get ready for school and made it there on time.

At around 11:10 I was in between class periods. It was the first lunch hour and all my friends were either going to class, or headed to the cafeteria. My next class was math. I stood at the top of the stairs contemplating where I should go, and all the options raced through my mind:  I could go to class, I could eat with my friends in the cafeteria, I could head to the library and skip class so I could better study, or I could walk to release-time Seminary with my other friend. As one of my best friends headed to the cafeteria and the other to release-time Seminary, I thought to myself, I’ll just head to the library. I could use some extra study time. I can just tell my teacher something happened and I can make up my test at the end of the day.   

 I made my way down the hall but was stopped in my tracks. I heard a voice tell me very distinctly, Do not go to the library. Go to class.  At the time I was a strong willed, stubborn girl and I wanted to get out of my math test.  Not quite being able to recognize the prompting I was having, I kept walking and ignored my impression. I got to the library doors and once again felt an overwhelming feeling and voice distinctly telling me to go to class and to not enter the library.  After the second warning I decided to go to class. I thought to myself, If I do bad on my test, I do bad. Reluctantly, I turned around and walked to math, pulling a pencil out of my backpack and watching anxiously as the teacher began handing out the test.

Moments later, the fire alarm sounded. I initially thought it was just a safety drill or an explosion in the chemistry lab as I had heard some loud popping noises. It was not long however, when a male teacher from another class swung abruptly into the doorway and frantically yelled with a startled expression, “Get the hell out of here!” Confused, we all gathered out into the hall, and my eyes scanned my surroundings. The narrow halls were packed with kids shuffling quickly out the side doors of the school. As soon as I got outside, we all moved down a cement staircase that led to the front road. I saw students running and flooding the streets. Cars were stopped and backed up, and there were high-pitched screams coming from the masses. What happened? Was there a fire in the school? Had someone been hurt!? All these questions started coming to my head. It was total chaos.

 We crossed the street and headed to the park where most students had gathered. I overheard some people I knew, who had gone to lunch in the cafeteria, holding their heads in their hands repeating, “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, I can’t believe that just happened.” I replied, “What just happened!?” They blurted out there were two guys dressed in black trench coats, holding guns, shooting everybody.  My heart was racing and a feeling of helplessness tore at my heart. What about my friends? Had they been hurt? Were the shooters still in there?  In that moment, the unknown was what scared me the most.

Pagers were a popular form of technology at the time, and so I got my pager out and immediately began paging my friends and leaving messages. With no responses coming back, pure fear filled my entire body. There were kids huddled in close groups, some crying, some talking, and some praying. I didn’t know what to do or where to go. All of a sudden, someone in the park yelled, “RUN! Just run! There are two people on top of the school shooting at us!” Even though we found out in retrospect that this information was false, pure panic broke loose. Kids started screaming and running in every direction.  I ran with some girls I knew to one of their houses close by. We instantly turned on the TV and saw our school on every news station. Images of horror flooded the screen. The news was there immediately, and it was being broadcasted everywhere. My school, my safe haven was being ripped out from under me like a bad movie. I immediately called my mom and there was no answer.  I left a message on the answering machine, hoping she’d call me back. Crying, I also called my Dad at work and let him know I was okay after shocking him with the news.  We all sat and watched the television screen in silence. When I finally got to talk to my mom, I felt such relief, and she felt peace hearing my voice and knowing I was okay; that her daughter was okay.

 When my mom finally came to get me and took me home, I flipped on our television and sat in front of the screen for hours. Phone calls flooded our phone lines and visitors stopped by our house but I didn’t want anyone to sit by me or to talk to me.  I was on edge and I just wanted to watch in silence with tears at a constant flow. I was stunned and broken.

Were any of your friends hurt?

I knew victims who were shot and sadly died, but they weren’t in my close circle of friends. Most victims were people who I had grown up with and had classes with and would interact with on a daily basis. My close friend who was in the cafeteria that day ended up running into the dry storage of the cafeteria and barricading the door. She remained stuck in the cafeteria for hours, locked in a tiny room, listening to gunshots and the yelling of the gunmen, and wondering if she was going to come out alive. There was actually a propane bomb the boys had made, that was placed in the cafeteria and it was in really close proximity to where my friend had barricaded herself. The shooters made several attempts to set it off, but to no avail, it failed.  For whatever reason, I like to think divine intervention, the bomb never went off. In retrospect, I think there must’ve been angels there that day; because if those explosives had gone off, the entire room would’ve been leveled and everyone in surrounding areas would’ve been killed.

 I’m glad you decided to listen to your impression, and go to math class. You would’ve been in the library then, right?

 Yes. And that’s where there was the most carnage. I don’t know if I quite realized it at the time, but I believe those feelings I felt that day turning me to go to class rather than the library, were promptings of the Holy Spirit. After all these years, as I’ve come to recognize those feelings of warning and guidance, I now realize it was the Holy Spirit protecting me and guiding me. I believe it is so important to listen to those feelings and impressions.

What was the school like after this event? Were you scared to go back?

 The faculty gave us about a week off, and then we resumed class with another high school for the remainder of the academic year. The student body came together in unity, we went to every funeral together and every candlelight vigil, to all the churches together, and we supported each other. Nobody wanted to leave each other’s side. I was a fifteen year-old girl, and I needed the unity of my friends. There was a different type of feeling and strength in the community. But, it was hard. We went back to class where there were empty seats from those who were killed or hurt:  fresh memories and constant pain of the raw and real tragedy I had just gone through.  Some days, I felt like the teachers couldn’t teach, and couldn’t talk, and we just had to press forward together. I think my parents were scared to have me go back, but they left it up to me to decide what I wanted to do. The tragedy of that day and events to follow affected me deeply. I couldn’t sleep at night. I slept in my parent’s room on a makeshift bed for a really long time. I was having nightmares, and that day played in my mind over and over for years.

Do you or others you know, suffer from PTSD from this experience?

Yes. I have struggled with PTSD. The counselors and advisors told us as a student body that no matter where you were in the school that day, whether it was close or far from the area, you would be affected and traumatized by it. We had counselors on hand at all times offering counseling and they would talk to all of us in assemblies about PTSD and that we would all need help or therapy in some way, whether it was now or later in life.  They assured us it would eventually be okay and that we could become stronger from our experience.

How does this experience still affect you today?

One of my biggest challenges to this day is sending my kids to school. I remember enrolling my oldest in preschool and stepping back into that environment of young and innocent kids. Stepping back into that realm brought back all the memories and anxiety took over my emotions.  I remember going to the preschool office, telling them my experiences and saying to them, “I need to know that you will protect my child and that you will be aware of the type of people coming into the preschool.  I need to know that you are protective of the children. I cannot have this happening to my child and this is a fear of mine.”

 This experience has definitely affected the way I mother my children. I try to teach them that you can’t control what other people do, but you can control what you choose to do and how you treat others.  You can always choose to be kind and to be nonjudgmental. You never know what people are going through, and you could be a light in their life.  I’ve felt like its important for them to realize there will be pain and sorrow, trials and hardships, but it is the way you choose to handle it that will make all the difference.  I also have hope they realize the Lord will never leave their side and to pray always with a sincere heart.

How long did it take you to speak out about this? How did you get to that point?

It took a lot of years to feel comfortable talking and opening up about my experience. I didn’t do counseling at first. I pushed it all away. It wasn’t until I went to college in Idaho when I started to ask myself, Who am I? I struggled feeling like I didn’t even really know who I was anymore or who I was becoming. I was numb and didn’t recognize God’s love for me. I was in an apartment with roommates I didn’t know, and I felt different, almost like an outcast. Most of the time I was alone and insecure. It was not until one day feeling the lowest of lows and when everyone was gone and out of the apartment, that I knelt down by the couch to pray to God and ask for help. God, I don’t know who I am. I don’t feel loved. I want to know that I am okay with who I am. I don’t know who I am anymore. I can’t remember anything before Columbine. And I don’t remember what happiness is anymore and I want me back. I just want to feel loved and know that I am a daughter of God.

 Just then, the Spirit poured over me like a blanket.  It felt warm and comforting, like God was by my side whispering to me, “It’s okay. I love you. And you are good. And you will overcome this. You are my daughter, and that’s all that matters… is that I love you, and I accept you. You will overcome this and be stronger.” After that night, it didn’t mean that I wouldn’t go through trials, because I did. But after that night, I actually felt from God himself, that I was His daughter. No matter what I had been through, He loved me as me and would be by my side.

This is a part of me and it will always be part of me. It’s made me who I am, but I’ve also come to recognize it doesn’t define me. It isn’t me. I am not Columbine.

Do you feel like being able to share this and speak out has made you a healthier and happier person? 

When you go through a trial or tragedy, speaking out about it is a healing element, and helps with our mental and emotional health. I suppressed my trial for many years, keeping it just to myself, and it led to many other problems. I had an eating disorder that came with it when I was in college. I felt the pressure of the world to be perfect. There’s a lot to live up to, and it pressured me into feeling like I needed to be a certain way. It was a nightmare, not only to me but my whole family. It was almost as bad as Columbine. I felt so trapped and alone and unhappy with myself that I forgot who I was. It got to a point where I knew I needed to go to an eating disorder center for help, and I also knew I needed counseling.  I pleaded with my mom to get me help.  She is a determined woman of God and after much prayer and pleading with insurance companies, she got me the best of the best therapists and eating disorder center.  My mom saved my life, and to her I will always be indebted for her unconditional love and faith in me.

 What did you learn from being in that center?

In the center, I most importantly learned to be open with myself, and others.  I physically and verbally had to get my thoughts and feelings out. There were no secrets anymore. Especially dealing with an eating disorder, the secret thoughts and feelings inside me is what fed the disorder.  I truly believe secrecy will always feed an addiction with negativity and insecurities. I’d say talking about what one has gone through will help heal. I partly feel like I was placed in that eating disorder center for a reason other than just my eating disorder. I feel like I was in there to help me heal from Columbine as well, to verbally let all my feelings and emotions out, and to find myself again. The more people I can speak out to about my eating disorder and about the tragedy of Columbine, the more people I can help, and the more people I can sympathize with and love.

And the more people will love YOU. When people are vulnerable, there is suddenly a connection. We all struggle with our own things every single day, and we need to remember we don’t always know what is going on in people’s lives.

If you had to give advice to younger women, what would you say?

There is pressure out there, to look a certain way and to be a certain type of woman. Social media brings this strongly upon us. I stepped back from some social media because it was bringing back many insecurities and anxiety from the tragedy I went through, and also the days of my eating disorder. It was too much for me, and to me it was a no-brainer to get rid of something that could be so detrimental to my overall health. I feel like too many people play a “perfect” life, and it doesn’t reflect reality. Social media is so time consuming and can suck you in as a woman and as a mother. At one point I felt like I was consumed in social media. I was letting myself and my family down, and was spending more time focusing on other’s lives and trying to live up to the ideal image, than the beautiful simple moments in my precious day. I noticed changes in myself, I felt my temper was short and I kept forgetting to be in the moment.  To me nothing means more than to give all my time and attention to being the best mother I know how to be and at the end of the day knowing that I focused all my time and energy teaching and raising my children with love and patience.

Fear and the unknowing is a challenge. I still go through the daily fears of being somewhere… driving down the road or being in the store and someone pulling out a gun and shooting. I have that fear daily, and it may never go away. But knowing that I’m in good hands with God and that I can overcome anything through Jesus Christ, makes my struggles easier. You will always have personal struggles and trials, whatever they may be, and it is part of the plan living here on Earth. But staying close to Christ, and being willing to give Him your trials and burdens will strengthen you in an unimaginable way. My advice to anyone reading this, is that if you don’t know who you are, find out that truth by asking God yourself. Get on your knees and talk to Him. He is always listening. Come to Christ and feel of his individual love for YOU. Whether you live a frugal life or have been blessed financially, whether you have addictions, burdens, heartache, or struggle with who you are, it does not matter to him… you are a daughter of God. And nothing else matters. 

Interviewed March 17, 2016. Reviewed and approved by Liz Lancaster prior to release. 

Skinny Banana Fudge Muffins

At just around 100 calories each, these are the perfect item for mornings on-the-go!  Bonus: they don't taste like they're "healthified" at all. Since I'm a chocoholic, they are a MUST in my book.

Ingredients

3 large, extra ripe bananas

1/3 cup Truvia baking blend, or 2/3 cup granulated sugar

1 large egg

1/3 cup applesauce

1 1/2 teaspoons vanilla

1/2 cup whole-wheat flour

1/2 cup all-purpose flour

1/2 cup unsweetened cocoa powder

1/2 teaspoon salt

1 teaspoon baking soda

1 teaspoon baking powder

1/4 cup mini chocoate chips

Instructions

  1. Preheat oven to 375 degrees and line a 12-cup muffin tin with liners.
  2. Smash bananas in large mixing bowl. Add Truvia/sugar, egg, applesauce, and vanilla. Sift in flours, cocoa powder, salt, baking soda, and baking powder. Mix together until fully combined, but don't overmix. Set aside about 1 1/2 tablespoons of the chocolate chips and add the rest to the batter. MIx in and divide batter between the cups. Sprinkle remaining chips on top.
  3. Bake for about 15 minutes, until a toothpick inserted comes out with moist crumbs attached. Don't overbake. Let cool on rack for a couple of minutes and then remove muffins from pan to cool until just warm. Eat, or cool completely and store in an airtight container.

Enjoy!!

Thank you to the sweet gals at Our Best Bites for this recipe. They are amazing!! Check them out at @ourbestbites

Megan

The moment I met Megan, I felt like I was meeting up with a long time friend. She was relatable, inspirational, and if you didn’t have motivation to eat just a little bit better, you will after you’ve read through her interview. What an amazing woman.

 

As some background to all of this, tell me a little bit about you and your family now.

We have a blended family, my husband and I. He has three children from a previous marriage, and I have one. I’ve always considered his kids as my kids. It has actually been a huge blessing that he had all those kids, because with my cancer, I was able to only have one, and now I have four. I love them like my own. Our oldest is 23, and then I have three teenage daughters. They are…17, the next is almost 16, and then the next is almost 15.  And I have a fabulous daughter-in-law, who I also adore. 

 

Where did your story all begin?

I was married to my previous husband at the time and it was ten days before my daughter turned two. At that point, I just had a mole on my left shoulder. I had moles removed all the time and didn’t think anything of it when it was removed. It was just a routine thing that I always did. However, our plastic surgeon called me the next day… He said, “Megan, your mole came back positive for Melanoma, and it was very, very deep.”

He then told me that at that point, there was a 50% chance that it was everywhere. So here I was feeling panicked and scared, with an almost two year-old, and I was only twenty-eight… I went in and they took out the 3 lymph nodes that drained that area.  They tested the 3 and one of them came back positive… There was just a very small amount of cancer in that lymph node that had tested positive, and so we hoped that we caught everything before it had the chance to spread. At that point I didn’t think too much about it and didn’t let it consume me. We thought everything had been taken care of, and so I went about living my life again.

Throughout some time afterward, I got divorced, started dating my husband now, and a week before we were going to get married, I was in the shower and felt a lump in my breast. One week before we were getting married! I thought to myself, Really? Life is just getting really good for me. I had met the man of my dreams, we were going to get married in a week, and here I was with this lump in the shower. You’ve gotta be kidding me.

I went to my husband [fiancé] and said, “Here’s the deal. I just found a lump and don’t know what it is. If you want to postpone the wedding, we can postpone it until we figure out what it is.” I didn’t want to put our kids through it.  In my heart, even though it had been three and a half years, I knew deep down it was the Melanoma.  I had done the research, and I knew if it had metastasized, doctors would give me no hope. So, I said, “I don’t know if I can put you and the kids through this. Now’s your time—if you want to back out, do it now and I won’t judge you for that. Whatever you want to do.”

 

And what did your fiancé say to that?   

[He] looked at me and said, “You’re going to have to beat me away with a stick if you think I’m going anywhere. We’re getting married next week, and we’ll deal with it if and when we need to deal with it.”

So we didn’t know getting married what life was going to bring for us. I just remember having to choke the words out, “In sickness and in health,” when we did get married, because I think I knew deep down it was the Melanoma that had come back.  It was exactly our one-month wedding anniversary, when the doctors gave me the news that it was indeed the Melanoma that had spread. It had not only gone to my breast, but I also had a whole bunch of tumors in my right lung. They basically told me there wasn’t anything they could do, and that I had less than a year to live, and sent me home.

I went home and researched. The average life span for my particular diagnosis was eight months. Eight months. My daughter was five at this point, and our kids were 13 down to 4. This can’t happen. Life was just getting good. I don’t care. I will do whatever it takes. They had offered a clinical trial to me. Once you get to the later stages of Melanoma, Stage 3 and Stage 4, there really isn’t any traditional treatment that works. There was a clinical trial going on and they described it to me as “chemo times ten.” I’d be inpatient the whole time, have zero quality of life, and at best there was less than 20% chance of it prolonging my life at all. I thought if this is the way I was going out, I didn’t want my kids seeing me like that. I didn’t want to lose that time with them. The only personal experience I had had with this drug… was I had a really good friend’s brother that had done it and died on his first injection. So I thought, I can’t do this. I can’t do this. There’s got to be another way.

For me, knowledge is power. I just wanted to gather all the information I could and find at least one person I could who had survived Stage 4 Melanoma. I thought, If one person has done it, then I know it’s possible. And I’ll figure out how to do it, if it is.  I researched and researched, and it was actually really hard to find people. I ended up finding a couple of survivors. The common denominator in these stories was diet: a whole food, plant-based diet. So right there, I thought there must be something to that.

My husband is a chiropractor and he had a couple of patients who had visited a doctor in Mexico, who he told me about. The idea completely freaked me out. I was so traditionally minded…[but] here my husband was, telling me about this doctor in Mexico… who had practiced in California and then traveled back to Mexico. He was also a chiropractor and had a homeopathy license as well. So he was taking all three disciplines to make the body whole. The idea completely freaked me out, but I thought, I don’t care what I have to do, no matter how crazy it is, or how weird it sounds… if I can be around for my kids while they grow up, and grow old with my husband, that’s all I care about. I’ll do whatever it takes.

I talked to all the people who had been down there to see this doctor and asked them all sorts of questions. I finally decided to go… One of the first things my doctor in Mexico said was, “Okay, we need to get you on whole foods, plant-based diet. And 80% of this, is going to be your attitude.” I said, “Okay. Then we’ve got 80% won, let’s figure out the rest.” Everything that he talked about down there was about super-charging my own body, so that it would recognize the cancer and fight the cancer. So it was basically just doing everything I could do boost my immune system, my emotional health… everything. It made sense to me. Our bodies are made to heal. We get a cut, and our bodies start to heal. There are so many things that go wrong in our bodies, but our bodies take care of it. And I think it’s that same way with cancer, but we’re typically in such a state of disarray because of the food that we’re eating and the chemicals and environmental factors we’re exposed to, that we aren’t ready to fight it. So I had to get my body to a state where it was able to fight off whatever came its way.

Some of it still seemed a little crazy, but I had to put my trust in it and commit.  Even if it sounded crazy, I did it.

 

So tell me a little bit more about what he had you do, as far as your diet went?

It was mostly raw fruits and vegetables, with whole grains, nuts, and seeds with some organic chicken and wild caught fish. I did not go completely Vegan, and kept some chicken, fish, and turkey in my diet, but I completely took out red meat. I totally took out white flour, white sugar, and processed food. This all happened overnight, and it was honestly so hard. For me, it was like, I have to do this 100%, and I’m not going to give cancer any kind of a chance.

Nutrition was not something that was spoken about in my home growing up. A few years earlier, I was totally fine with a Pop Tart and a Mountain Dew for breakfast. That was totally okay with me. I have a huge sweet tooth. I come from a long line of sweet teeth. It was really tough. There were times when I just wanted a piece of pizza. Food for me was such a comfort. And when people would find out I had cancer, what would they want to do? They would bring over treats, and meals would show up on my doorstep; meals that I couldn’t eat. In our culture, food is very social. We’d go out to dinner with our friends, we’d have friends over for dinner, and in all of our big gatherings, it was all about food; and not healthy food, typically. So it was hard. I ended up having to carry a picture of my family around with me. When those cravings would come, I would pull out that picture. When I put it into that context, it was a no brainer. Really? Is a piece of pizza really that important? Food became sustenance, and just a way of life for me. It wasn’t about enjoyment or entertainment. It was just a means of living. When you think about it, food is a means to sustain life… that’s what it is. Our culture has come so far from that. But really, food is just a way of survival. And so I started to find other ways to find enjoyment.

 

So how did you do? Did you ever have “cheat meals” or even a bite of something sweet every once in a while?

Not even one sneak.  I was 100%. For about three years, I did not slip once.

 

What!? That is incredible. I can’t even imagine doing that.

Well when you look at it as life or death, that’s what I was facing, and it wasn’t even a question. It was survival for me. But we did know that it was working. At first I thought, is this even going to work? But six months after I had been diagnosed that I was terminal, I had a PET scan done, and there were tumors in my lung that were completely gone. And the others had not grown at all. If anything, the tumors had shrunk. Eventually, there was one tumor in my lung that I couldn’t ditch. It wasn’t growing, but it wouldn’t go away. When I was first diagnosed, they told me these tumors were inoperable. But after a year, that one tumor was the only one left, and so at that point, they offered to remove it. So I chose to do that. I got a thoracotomy and they removed that tumor, and then removed another spot two years later. Basically three years after my terminal diagnosis was given, I was declared “cancer free”… and that was over seven years ago.

 

Wow. So would you say diet was the primary factor in your healing?

Yes. When people ask me about how I overcame this, I say my diet was huge. It just makes so much sense. Our bodies are meant to function on real, whole foods. I also would say that for me, it wasn’t just a physical transformation. Our mind, body and spirit are so connected and interwoven. They don’t operate independently and are so connected with each other. If you heal one, that feeds into the other. If you hurt one, that feeds into another… I knew from the beginning, this wasn’t just going to be a physical journey, but a spiritual journey and an emotional journey. So I tried to supercharge all of those areas.

 

Did your whole family eat that way?

No. It was so hard. I wish I would’ve known then, what I know now. It’s so much easier to start a young kid on a healthy diet, than try to introduce it later. They would eat some of my stuff, and they eat a lot better now than they did back then, but I would have to make separate meals for my family, since I was a lot more limited on what I could eat.

 

What was your biggest craving?

I’m a sweet tooth, so I wanted key lime cheesecake or something like that. I just wanted something sweet. And pizza. I craved pizza. But the amazing thing is, that your body stops craving some of these things as it gets used to feeling a certain way. The craziest part was when I started introducing some of that stuff back in to my diet, I knew it right away. Having sugar, even a couple of bites, my heart would start going crazy. I couldn’t believe that it used to be normal to feel that, but I didn’t recognize it before.

 

Did it take you a while in this whole process to start feeling really good? Or did you notice a difference right away?

You know, when you think of a cancer patient who is terminally ill, you typically think of someone who looks unhealthy who doesn’t feel good. But with everything I was doing, I was feeling good. I started running after I was diagnosed. I wasn’t a runner before, but I knew that that oxygen was so good for my cells, and I knew cancer hates oxygen, so I said, Okay, I’m going to give cancer oxygen. So, I started running and was running half marathons, and ran a full marathon with tumors in my lungs. It was so crazy to me to have a terminal diagnosis like that, but be as active as I was. But it all just made perfect sense to me to approach this whole thing holistically. I thought about what they would’ve done to me with the clinical trial they had described, with no quality of life. Yet here I was, running races while I had tumors in my lungs.

 

Do your kids remember that time very well, and if so, has that inspired them to live more in the moment?

My whole family has changed. I met Kevin Sharp once… the singer, and he had gone through testicular cancer. He was diagnosed when he was 18. He said to me when I spoke with him, “I wouldn’t wish cancer on anybody, but I wouldn’t take it from me.” That was early on in my journey, and at that time, I didn’t quite get it. But now, I so get it. My life will never be the same, my family’s life will never be the same, and you learn how to not take things for granted, and you learn to build better relationships and stronger relationships. You become something stronger from going through something hard together.

 

How did it change your perspective on life and motherhood now?

I learned to have gratitude. Besides family and friends and my support system, gratitude is what pulled me through. Just being grateful for every single thing, regardless of what it was. Being grateful for every single day. Even those challenging days I was having with my kids, I was grateful for those days. You know, the funny thing about motherhood, is we are always telling our kids things and giving them advice. But when something happens to us, we have to look at ourselves and say, “Oh crap! I have to take my own advice now.” I always told my kids that there’s good in every situation. And so here I was facing this horrible, horrible thing and I thought, okay here’s the opportunity to prove that… I need to find the good… And so right from the very beginning, I grabbed a notebook and at the very top of the page, I wrote:

“And the good news is…”

I sat there for a minute and I just thought, Really? What am I gonna find? If I can just find one or two things, then I’ll just focus on that and hold to that. But as I sat there, before I knew it, the entire page was filled and I was able to flip the page and write more. I had the opportunity to teach my kids what true strength was. You don’t get to teach that very often. To have them personally see that and feel that was a blessing. I kept that journal by my bed, and would write down what I was grateful for every night. And I’ve bought my kids gratitude journals to write the things that they are thankful for; things that are good. If we can focus on the good, we realize there’s so much. Life is so much more good than it is crazy... If we can shift our focus to what is good, our perspective changes. It’s amazing.

Also, some people say to me, “Oh that must’ve been the worst timing ever, to have found that lump a week before you were married.” But for me, there was no better timing. I knew my husband wanted to be with me, regardless of what happened. It was such a reassurance knowing that he chose this, and he is in this with me. What a great thing as a base to have for a marriage just starting out. It’s all about perspective, and to have gratitude for every single moment.

What is one thing that you do day to day to stay positive?

Worrying was something that affected me during my journey, and still does. But I will never forget something my brother said to me when he came over one day, soon after I had been diagnosed. He told me, “Worry is a waste of the imagination.” That is the biggest thing he said that stuck out to me, and I haven’t forgotten it since.  If we can focus our energy on how to heal, rather than worrying about something that hasn’t happened yet, then we are making better use of our time. When my mind starts to head that direction, this becomes my mantra: “Worry is a waste of the imagination.” And then, I figure out how to focus on… something that will help me heal, rather than make things worse. When we find ourselves in that state of disarray, we can change our perspective on something that will help us heal: something we can actually change, that is in our control.

 

I love that. One more question:  What advice would you give to women about health?

In general, our bodies are amazing. They truly are amazing. I love this quote that says, “If we did all the things we are capable of, we would literally astound ourselves.” [–Thomas A. Edison] Our health is everything. Our bodies were made to feel good. We’re supposed to feel good. It is so important from a young age to teach healthy living. If I were talking to a young mother, I would tell her to start by teaching her children healthy habits from the beginning. But on the flip side, it’s never too late. Our bodies are continually replacing our cells. We literally become what we eat because we are replacing our cells so quickly. Some cells we are turning over in 30 days, and so it’s never too late. Start regardless of where you are, and where you are on the health continuum. If you are like I was, eating a Pop Tart and Mountain Dew for breakfast, it’s okay. Just start now. And if you need to break it into steps, break it into something once a month. It can be a slower process. We truly are what we eat and we are not anything, if we don’t have our health. And again, that spills over into our emotional and spiritual health. It’s not just about our physical body.

Also, media tells us one thing. I have three daughters, with three different body types. But it’s all about having them feel good in their own skin. Be the best version of YOU. You’re not going to be perfect. Nobody is perfect, and perfection is not our goal… If you are eating right, moving your body, and being kind, the rest will fall into place.

Note: This is Megan’s story and her methods worked for her and her type of cancer.  This interview is not to advocate that all people with cancer should change their diet and forgo traditional medicine, or that these methods will work for everyone.

Interviewed April 15, 2016. Reviewed and approved by Megan Wooden prior to release. 

 

One Skillet Creamy Chicken with Mushrooms

A recipe I got from @kiwiandcarrot that I modified slightly and couldn't resist sharing! This dish is paleo and gluten free, comes together in 30 minutes (in ONE skillet might I add), and you can wave your boring chicken goodbye.

Ingredients:

4 chicken breasts

2 heaping cups mushrooms

1 shallot, diced

3 cloves garlic, crushed

EVOO

Salt and pepper

1 (14-oz.) can coconut milk

1 (15 oz.) can of chicken broth

1 tsp. dried thyme

1 tsp. dried parsley

1/4 cup + 2 tsp. white wine vinegar

Instructions:

  1. In a large skillet, heat 1/2 Tbsp. EVOO. Add the diced shallots and allow to cook until soft, 2-3 minutes.
  2. Add garlic and mushrooms and allow to cook for 3-4 minutes. Then, add a few spoonfuls of coconut milk and the 2 tsp. white wine vinegar. Add a pinch of salt and a few grinds of pepper.
  3. Cook until mushrooms are soft. Remove from the pan, set aside, and cover with foil to keep warm
  4. Generously salt and pepper the chicken. In the same skillet, heat 1/2 Tbsp. EVOO and add the chicken breasts. On medium heat, cook the chicken breasts on one side, allowing to get brown and crispy (about 8 minutes).
  5. Flip over and cook for another minute and then add the coconut milk, chicken broth, thyme, parsley, and white wine vinegar.
  6. Cover and cook for another 5-6 minutes, then add the mushroom mixture and continue to cook until chicken is cooked through. Serve with the mushroom sauce over the top. My husband and I liked dicing the chicken up and soaking each bite in the sauce. Sooooo yummy! You're going to love it!