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Moved into new apartment

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Honestly, going to adult gymnastics was part of the reason that trying something new each week was a good NYE resolution. Two of my friends and I thought we would all go to an open gym and throw our backhand springs, cause at one point we all could. Maddie was a diver, Taylor a dancer, and I was a cheerleader. Truly a sickening trio. We went to this gym and it was free for our first time… we thought it would be a fun little open gym but it was like gymnasts on a team… who compete. I almost threw up in the first ten minutes during the WARM UP… WHERE WE RUN IN A CIRCLE… like come on. I almost shit my pants too… I think I had taken a laxative or something the day before and it was at this very moment that it decided to kick in.

Anyway, we all threw our backhand springs, so go us! Taylor had been throwing ariels all night… it wasn’t until the last 5 minutes of open gym did she tear her ACL. First time for everything! The week before this we learned all about MSK injuries in class. We legit leanred about ACL tears and not days later did we have a real life ACL tear to learn from!

All roads lead to adult gymnastics.

A few of my friends and I went to Steamboat, CO for the weekend for their Winter Carnival. My best friend lives there so we had the chance to get the whole experience from a locals point of view. It was a really awesome event. Steamboat is a mountain town and there are A LOT of skiers there – even some olympic skiers come from Steamboat or have trained in Steamboat. The Winter Carnival showcased all the ski teams and coaches while it was dark out. The sent people down the mountain on skis with light up stick figure costumes which was sick to see. There was a person that came down covered in Christmas lights (called the “lighted man” a big deal) and a back pack full of fireworks that are being set off as they’re skiing down the mountain. Snowboarders, coaches, little skiers, old skiers all came flying down the mountain in the dark (with different lights) – they would hit jumps and crush moguls. It was so cool, like come on… you are 7 years old and you are flying down a mountain in the dark with not a single wobble. There was also a huge jump… I’m sure it has a name but I’m not familiar with Olympic level winter events… it’s the huge jump where they fly as far as they can. Several people hit that in the dark? Another person came down on fire through a bunch of hoops of fire. Maybe he himself wasn’t on fire? Either way there was a lot of fire.

We got to walk around Steamboat while it snowed big flakes and go to the local bars. Meet my best friends, home best friends (dope people). One of her friends built an igloo for fun. I had never been in an igloo so that was cool. Even in my late twenties there are so many things that make me giddy and excited like I’m a kid and crawling into an igloo in the back yard of someones house definitely one of those things.

I have wanted to start sending letters and cards in the mail for such a long time. I live over 2,000 miles away from my friends and family and texting or calling can be some what exhausting or pressured – not to mention the difference in time zones doesn’t always work in my favor. I finally sat down and started this journey with sending out a few valentines cards and a handful of letters.

Personally, I love receiving mail. One of my grandmothers has started sending me little hand painted pictures that have uplifting or motivational quotes on them and I love it. I get so excited when I go to open my mailbox. There is something that is whimsical and heartwarming about receiving something in the mail. It is literally addressed and for you and it is literally made specifically for you. What a wonderful thing… someone created something with their own hands, put it in the mail, it traveled how ever far, and ended up in my hands. I find that the epitome of putting in the work to show someone you care.

I am catching up on posting my weekly try’s…. it is July 05th…. so I will update that my long time best friend and I are now penpals, my nana and I have started mailing memories back and forth, and I have started to slowly (and randomly) send cards and letters to several people that I miss and love.

If you know me then you know I am not terribly jazzed to make a salad. I’ve had an unhealthy relationship with food for as long as I can remember. Through therapy and meeting with a dietician, I’ve come to learn it’s because eating was something I had personal control over – I could decide what I put in my body and no one could take it away from me, once I had. I’ve struggled with my weight for as long as I’ve had an unhealthy relationship with food – so like forever. I’ve gained, I’ve gained, I’ve lost, I’ve gained, I’ve lost. My weight has continuously yo-yoed until recently… I’ve worked with a personal trainer and a dietician for the last year and have worked hard to establish healthier habits and a healthier relationship with food.

It sucks. I just want a chocolate milkshake like all the time.

Anyway… with this unhealthy relationship with food, I’m sure you can imagine meal prepping is not my thing. Crazy, cause I love to cook and love to “plan” but never really follow through and end up wasting a lot of food.

Instead of trying to cook some elaborate meal that is 16 servings too big, I decided to use what I had in my fridge to make anything that might taste even a little bit palatable.

I had these huge tortillas, a raw chicken breast, and a dream.

I ended up throwing together some random items that I had (all with random other purposes) and it was actually dank as fuck – filling and yummy. I truly surprised myself. Tried something new and it ended up paying off [unlike my previous ‘granola’ bars].

Felt like a huge win – I have something that is easy to make and good to eat.

Wrap, sriracha mayo, butter lettuce, tomato, avocado, chicken, avocado, feta.

I saw this recipe that looked so good on instagram one day and I was like… well shit I’m totally going to have to try that – I NEVER try to recreate recipes I see, except a pickle soup once but that was powered by 100% desire than it was determination. Anyway, the recipe I saw was for these home made blue berry granola bars. I ended up looking thru this woman’s page to see what other recipes she had and she had a decent amount of recipes that were all oat based. The comments were atrocious… everyone and their mother was fucking yapping and going on about how bad oats are for you – absolutely outrageous. I actually asked a nutrition Reddit community about it and learned a lot about oats! Win!

So yeah oats are not bad for you, unless you’re like only eating oats 24/7 while simultaneous trying to break the body building world record?

The ‘chef’ in me said I could improvise every step of the way. I was going to swap blueberries out for raspberries (and when I got to the grocery store I said to myself, “well I can probs use raspberries AND blackberries”), swap out oat flour for almond flour, triple the recipe, and add a top chocolate layer……………..

I am terribly devastated to report that they were not good. I mean, they were alright but they were not tasting how they looked in the original video.

We win some, we lose some. I spent $60 on ingredients, tried a new recipe, and unfortunately ended up with an enormous amount of soggy, sloppy, berry oats.

Don’t be fooled, what you see in the photo is 1/3 of the final product. I had two loaf pans with layers of granola mix, berry goop, and an insanely hard layer of chocolate.

Proud of myself for trying.