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I ❤️ Blair.


Hakuna MaCoffee.

Adding coffee grounds to homemade almond butter is a delicious idea. Portion control is for disciplined people. Give me my spoon.

Bringing back the carbs!

I’ve been playing with keto these past few weeks. Usually I’ll stay on a ketogenic meal plan for four to five days and then end up feeling really carb-depleted and eat ALL THE CARBS. In order to give myself more of a balanced approach and make sure I have a steady stream of energy, I’m going to play with carb cycling. I loved the way keto helped me lessen my sugar cravings, but it’s not sustainable for me right now and I need to make sure I’m doing well in school, not trying to fight through a major keto flu.

I’ll still stay lower carb, just because I feel pretty good when the majority of my carbohydrates come from vegetables (read: easier to resist the candy section when I cut sugar out for a few days). I’m looking forward to bringing back the protein, as keto is only moderate protein, very high fat. Definitely keeping the coconut oil in my coffee every morning because that keeps my appetite down and it tastes delicious. Also keeping the ridiculous amount of broccoli I eat, because that’s also delicious.

Today also marks my first successful batch of protein muffins. I’m usually not allowed to bake without supervision, for good reason. I drop spoons in blenders, break spatulas in blenders, leave things in the oven while I shower, and melt butter all over the microwave. I also don’t measure a thing. I’m much better at cooking, because you can throw things in as you wish. I used this recipe from Carolyn at All Day I Dream About Food, with a few modifications.

  • 1 cup instead of 2/3 cup whey protein isolate (Vanilla Cake Protizyme)
  • 1/2 cup coconut oil instead of butter
  • 1 cup instead of 1/2 cup almond milk
  • 4.5 ounces Muscle Egg Chocolate Caramel Egg Whites instead of eggs
  • omitted the Swerve and the chocolate chips because I don’t have those on hand

    Makes 15...I think.

    Makes 15…I think.

For the first time in my life, I didn’t end up with a batch of hockey pucks. I don’t expect that to ever happen again…anyway. They are quite dense, a little dry, but all in all, pretty tasty. I’ll keep playing with recipes until I figure out how to actually bake with protein powder. Until then, progress, not perfection? I still need to run the macros on them, if they last long enough for me to do that. I mean, they have chocolate in them. Willpower? Good luck.


If you can’t beat it, use it?

I’m going to admit to something horrendously obnoxious. Post-workout selfie & picture of my heart rate monitor. I’ll admit it, I like attention. Terrible. Anyway, I’ve got the sweet tooth from Hades. I usually get away with it because I work out way too much and will stay in the gym for hours (I like it there, it helps me clear my head and it’s a long period of time in which I’m not socially awkward). However, I’ve been trying to stay pretty strict on diet so that I can actually see some major results, and so far, I’m LOVING it.

I also slip up. And when I slip up, or “cheat,” I really can’t do moderation at all. I resisted temptation all day yesterday until finally I just gave in to my sugar cravings. I still struggle with labeling foods “good” and “bad,” even though I know I shouldn’t and that a mindset like that is ANYTHING but productive. I still do it. I have such a love-hate relationship with “cheat” meals and my thoughts are always so scattered. I’m a healthy eater in general and that counts for something, right? I really hate this being human stuff sometimes. This willpower stuff. This wanting results stuff. Seriously.

When I woke up this morning, I wish I could tell you that I didn’t feel a bit disappointed in myself. I wish I could preach about moderation and giving in and allowing yourself to just have treats and such, but I’m still not quite there yet. I felt a little of that, sure, but mostly disappointed. I’m definitely a work in progress. Lately, though, I’ve been realizing that if I can’t beat my cravings and my obsessive tendencies, I might as well put them to work FOR me. So I ran. Hard. Played with speed, played with hills, and ran until I thought I used up a good chunk of that extra glycogen. Do I wish I had a little more self-control around sweets? Yes. Absolutely. Am I stoked that I ran harder and for a longer period of time than I have in years? ABSOLUTELY.

So if you can’t beat it, use it:


At least I didn’t hashtag it.


Let’s be real. There are more important things in the world than whether or not I’m retaining water from a candy splurge. The world did not end. Better yet, I’m blessed to live in a very hilly neighborhood that I can run through all over again tomorrow. Life is good.

You win, nature.

I was really bummed out this morning. It could have been for a multitude of reasons but I told myself that since I took a few days off running, it was time to go out and hit the hills. I’m so blessed to live in a VERY hilly, beautiful community and there are hills on hills on hills to run. I’ve never been very fast, despite having a tree trunk of a lower body, but I try to make up for that with endurance and a scary love of hills. I wish I could say that I love hills because of the challenge and tie in some life lesson about conquering what faces us, no matter how steep the metaphorical hill, but I actually think it’s because I used to get shin splints when running on flat ground and inclines didn’t cause me any pain. Sometimes I’m just too inspirational for my own good, seriously.

Anyway, I didn’t want to run. I wanted to sleep and watch TV and really just not do anything remotely productive with my day. I’ve been running long enough to know that all I need to do is suck it up and start moving, though, and I’ll feel 100% better and not want to run people over with trucks, so I did it. I repeated a quote from Rocky in my head:

“It’s not about how hard you hit, it’s about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward. How much you can take, and keep moving forward. That’s how winning is done!”

I was pumped up by that point. I set out to run and was running faster and harder than I usually do, and it felt easy and amazing. Probably the excessive caffeine and lack of sleep, to be honest. Ten minutes in, I was charging up hills, pumping myself up, telling myself to keep pushing, to train harder, and that I was a beast. Ridiculously motivational and ridiculously cheesy, but it worked. I ran up one hill, then the next, then thought, okay, let’s just find a new, giant hill and BRING IT ON. I found one I liked, turn to run it, and saw a yellow sign:

“Mountain lions have been spotted in the area.”

And that was that. Turned right around and ran some less life-threatening hills for the next fifty minutes. Well played, nature. You win.


For something nearly unrelated to everything, I really love saying the phrase VEGANFATSHAKE. It’s eye-catching. I swear it should be a dance move. I see shimmying, hip shaking, crazy eyes, the works. So fetch.

Anyway, I’ve been trying to add more coconut oil into my diet for a lot of reasons. Yes, I do get swayed by trends. Yes, I try to keep things reasonable. But after my friend started adding in more coconut oil and her skin responded beautifully, I thought, hey, this could be interesting. Yes, I did just type out a grammatically abominable sentence.

Random disgusting-sounding potential disaster #1: coconut oil in coffee. This is a thing. A thing that people do. I thought hey, why not? As it turns out, when you blend coffee and coconut oil together, it gets really frothy and the first few sips are delicious. Toward the second half of the cup, you start to struggle because you realize that you are drinking liquid fat. Cheers? Anyway, on continue…

The same friend that told me about the vegan fat shake and inspired me to look more into the beginnings of a cyclical ketogenic diet (because food doesn’t consume enough of my attention on a daily basis) had sent me a text earlier in the day yesterday, which I thought I had replied to. Scratch that, I SENT a reply, it just apparently didn’t go through. Apparently none of the day’s texts did. So by the time we started talking on Facebook Messenger today, we had a very dramatic exchange of “OMG I THOUGHT YOU MIGHT HAVE DIED.” Thank you technology, for allowing us to stay connected ALL THE TIME 🙂

Here’s the best part of the exchange: 

“My thought process: 6am Well she’s probably not awake. 12pm Well she’s probably training. 10pm THE LAST SNAPCHAT I GOT WAS HER BLENDER WHAT IF HER HOUSE BURNED DOWN IN SOME FREAK FAT SHAKE BLENDER ACCIDENT AND SHE’S DEAD”

Read that again. “Freak fat shake blender accident.” Then read it again. It might be the best phrase ever. My life is complete.

Freak fat shake blender accident.