Buongiorno tesori! 😘
Ho deciso che da oggi in poi posterò la merenda di metà mattina insieme alla colazione😇, in modo tale da non dimenticarmi😆
Stamattina si inizia battendo un #fearfood !!! 😏💪🏻Ieri parlando con la psicologa abbiamo discusso di cosa mi piacesse o non mi piacesse mangiare, 😲e io le ho riferito che nel piano alimentare proposto dalla nutrizionista al mattino figurano i biscotti secchi, allora le ho detto che i biscotti secchi, per carità, mi piacciono, ma i miei biscotti preferiti in assoluto sono le gocciole. 🍪Allora la psicologa mi ha proposto di aggiungere una gocciola a colazione al posto di due biscotti secchi, 🤤perché per quanto riguarda l’apposto calorico, la differenza è di sole 7 calorie. Quindi ecco fatto! #fearfood battuto😎
Ora sto andando a scuola, 🏫cerco di essere tranquilla anche se ho mille pensieri per la testa🗯, derivanti dal fatto che pretendo troppo da me stessa....🙄 quest’anno sono partita in quinta, e la paura di schiantarmi c’è, e non è irrilevante purtroppo😕
Ma cerco di essere positiva e impegnarmi al massimo, senza disperarmi se per una volta non riesco a fare tutti i compiti per la settimana😅
Vi auguro buona giornata!
🔹3 biscotti fibrattiva 🍪
🔹1 gocciola (#fearfood )😻🍪 Merenda a scuola con:
🔹Succo di mela 🍎
🔹Una barretta ai cereali e cioccolato fondente 🍫🥣
Here are some thoughts after the third sleepless night.
Even though I wanted so badly to leave the bed, my room, the house... (Eating. Showering. Going to the bathroom.)
Even though I could’ve “pushed through it...” (taking the pup for a walk. Grocery shopping. Disc golfing.)
Even though I’m struggling for the money... (the job that I love, the degree I need to thrive in my field)
My body told me no.
I had an option: politely decline (insert activity) now or you’ll physically be forced to stop later. It’s usually inconvenient and even more embarrassing.
It’s sooooo challenging not to be resentful about it... but I still have to care for myself and my body.
Heating pads and baths. Pain meds and immuno treatments. Natural remedies and pharmaceutical ones, anything that helps. But sometimes, like today, all you can do is wait.
In honor of the first day of fall, I decided to bake a loaf of banana bread yesterday!!🍂Okay, fine....I had like 5 overripe bananas and my mom told me to get rid of them somehow.🍌 So I froze three and used the other two to make this delicious banana bread!😋
Blackberry Nut Banana Bread Recipe:
- 2 overripe bananas🍌
- 6 ounces of oats (blend it into an oat flour)
- 2 tsp baking powder
- 1.5 tbsp melted coconut oil🥥
- 2 eggs🥚
^The rest of the ingredients are optional, and I basically just threw all the nuts and seeds in my pantry into the loaf, but they tasted super good in the bread!^
- goji berries
- flax seeds
- pumpkin seeds
- sunflower seeds
- mash the bananas and eggs
- blend the oats
- combine everything else and mix it up - add water to get your preferred consistency
- bake at 355*F for 25-35 minutes
- the banana bread is so dense and moist, and I recommend serving 1-2 slices with some Greek yogurt on the side and cinnamon sprinkled on top!😍
Try this recipe out and let me know what you think!!🤩Have an amazing Sunday and a great week!!!💓
ate 3 big ass squares of this homemade plum and apple cake. I mean, currently eating the third one 😁 best dinner ever lol but it's my last night at home before college!
breakfast and lunch were with my family. for breakfast I ate 2 eggs, a piece of white bread with avocado and a piece of dark bread with ham and cheese + vegetables. for lunch we had pork, I ate half a potato and some veg, also drank a glass of tea with jam and honey. it's rainy outside and tea is so much better now 💕
I know a couple of my ladies need this realization. I have been through this myself. Nobody is worth losing yourself over. Boundaries, self respect, & the powerful word of NO makes all the difference. 💗
• • • • • 🛑Because you didn't want to lose him, you lost yourself in the process. 🛑
You became a girl who kept being mistreated and you formed a habit of saying "I'm used to it". You became a girl who kept being unappreciated and you began to tell yourself "It's okay". You became a girl who kept being undervalued and you learned how to say "I'm fine". You became a girl who kept being put last and you naturally reacted with "It's whatever". You became a girl who kept being taken for granted and you dealt with it by repeating "Everything's okay". You became a girl who kept being unhappy and you regularly told people "I'm gonna be fine". And if you're reading this right now, then you need to understand that no guy is worth losing yourself for, no guy is worth suffering for at the expense of your happiness, and no guy is worth tormenting yourself over for the sake of making him happy. At this point, perhaps losing him is the only way you'd be able to get yourself back because as much as you wouldn't want this to be true, he's the only thing that's in your way of finding yourself and he's the only reason you've lost yourself for so long. 💯 2018 💯🙏
Inanzitutto volevo ringraziarvi per aver raggiunto ben 1000 persone che mi seguono,che mi sostengono,1000 persone con cui condividere la mia storia,le mie difficoltà e i miei progressi.
Come vi avevo anticipato stasera mi sarei sfidata,e così ho fatto.
Molte di voi penseranno che è una semplice pizza che ho già mangiato più volte,ma non lo è.
Ho mangiato dopo troppo tempo la pizza fatta in casa da mia mamma.
È stata una delle prime cose che ho abolito con l’arrivo della malattia,a causa del tanto olio che ci mette.
Oggi mi sono chiesta perchè.
Perchè ne ne sono privata per così tanto tempo.
Perché non ho voluto assaporare quel gusto unico e inimitabile della pizza della mamma.
Perché mi sono voluta punire così.
Così,uscita da scuola,ho chiesto a mamma se avrebbe fatto la pizza.
I suoi occhi si sono illuminati,così siamo andate a prendere l’impasto per farla.
Ovviamente quella che vedete in foto è una quantità che non si avvicina nemmeno minimamente a tutta la pizza che ho mangiato.
Oltre a questa in foto,una margherita con impasto integrale,ne ho mangiati altri pezzi con l’impasto normale.
Avevo fame,ne avevo voglia e l’ho mangiata.
Non so a quanto corrisponda tutto quello che ho mangiato.
Non ho pesato niente.
Per un attimo non ho pensato alle calorie,ma solamente a stare bene e a gustarmi una cosa che mi piace,una cosa che mi era mancata davvero tanto.
Forse avrò mangiato più del quantitativo di una pizza normale,ma non mi importa.
Mamma era felice,e quasi non credeva ai propri occhi quando mi sono alzata un paio di volte per prendere altre fette di pizza.
Sono felice che lei sia felice. 🌱
You all have gone through so much of shit that you’ve forgotten your worth. Take a step towards recovery. Stop harming yourself because it’s not worth it. Take a step towards self-love. Everything lies within. You’re strong. You guys always tell people that you’re there for other people. That’s the most generous any one could become. However, be a little more generous and be there for ‘yourself’ too. Start doing what you love. Instead of picking up the blade, pick up a pencil and draw. Pick up a new hobby. Pick up your violin and play music. Pick up your sticks and beat the drums. Pick your self esteem up and go out. Take yourself out on cute dates. Wear that cute sweater and cozy socks. Spend time with yourself. Take a warm shower. Drink coffee. You’re worth it. You’re all so strong that it shocks me sometimes. I’m so proud of each and everyone of you. My DM is always open. I’m always there to talk about literally any random stuff. I love you guys more than you’d ever know💕. #selfrecovery#notetoself#warriors#fighters
My eyes hurt from crying. I’ve been in tears for pretty much 2 days straight now. The Nark messaged me saying he needed to talk to me. I figured maybe it was actually something important, so I responded. After months of silence, I broke it, and it felt like a crushed my own dignity into the ground. Only to find out it was him just trying to lure me back in, wanting another chance. Saying how he’s changed because he got help. Though I don’t believe it. But why is it making me miss him..? I shouldn’t miss someone who hurt me in so many ways like he did. How could I still feel this way about someone so evil. I just want to be emotionless. I don’t know how much more I can take.
I’m thinking maybe I need to go back to the doctor.. maybe I need some different meds or something. This shits going to be the end of me.
Finding and creating abundance in times of adversity and scarcity. I was extremely happy as well as humbled to have contributed to this book - In the Spirit of Abundance.
Sandy was a young single mother who managed to go from welfare to millionaire and is now a prosperity coach. Colleen created a life of freedom through her business endeavours and by being true to her heart. Lynn ran a successful flight school, but being diagnosed with breast cancer, she let go of that and much more, creating a new way of living. Teya would overcome debilitating back pain, and restore it to complete "function, strength and flexibility" by releasing long-term emotional blocks and deep-seated stressors. Elizabeth experienced devastating losses, first a baby son and then, only a short time later, her husband while serving in Afghanistan. She would create something powerful through her grief. These are just a few of the experiences shared in this book. These women have gone on to work as coaches, leaders, healers and entrepreneurs helping others through their own trials and tribulations.
In the Spirit of Abundance is available for purchase through my Etsy store. Cost - $15.95 AUD plus postage.
Photos by @chrisgrayphotomedia.
It’s one thing to go through a season of survival where people get caught in the crossfire of the war against ourselves. It’s an entirely different ball game when we are made aware of our trauma and choose to walk the path of inflicting pain on others permanently. We must own up to our unhealthy behaviors, stop lashing out on innocent bystanders, and most importantly of all, start being kind to ourselves because over time that will spill out onto our loved ones as well. Ridding ourselves if unhealthy cycles is so much more than just cutting people out of our lives, the hard truth is that escaping toxic relationships is only the tip of the iceberg in recovery.