I’m going to guess we’ve all seen this or heard this somewhere before: 
I think I’m starting to realize that the path to any goal, success or otherwise, is NEVER a straight line. For me, that goal is body acceptance and my path has been all over the map. Continue reading
I’ve harped on talked about meal planning before because it really can make or break a healthy lifestyle. Fail to plan, plan to fail and what not. This weekend that point was really hit home for me. I was dog-sitting Bronson and didn’t really have any plan for dinners. You know what happens when I don’t have a plan for dinner?
Loaded nachos. Or loaded yuca fries. Oh, loaded yuca fries.
These meals are delicious and totally fine to have once in awhile. Because while loaded yuca fries are a delicious revelation, you can not live on them alone. Although I may give it a whirl…
So much loaded goodness….
I’m going to be totally honest with you, I literally JUST wrote this blog post. Usually, I have my Monday post ready to go Friday or Sunday at the latest but I was not feeling it this weekend. It wasn’t like I was super busy either, I just didn’t know what to write and didn’t want to force out a blog post JUST to have a blog post.
So, while I was walking to Walmart this morning to grab a few things, I pondered if I had anything to write. No inspiration struck. I hate when that happens because then I fall into this weird depressing hole of, “Am I even a worthy blogger/Does nothing interesting happen in my life/Why can’t I be creative all the time?” 
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Well, this past weekend was the big move. And by big move I mean we literally moved a few blocks down the street. Much better than moving from Sycamore to Chicago.
But still, no matter where you’re moving it tends to be stressful. The last thing you’re thinking about is eating a healthy meal. You just want something to shove in your mouth before you haul the next box up eight flights of stairs. 
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Fun story: When I was younger my Mom and Dad used to call me tater. I think it was a variation on ‘Katie’? I’m not quite sure how it got started but I would often respond to tater and tater tot when my parents called. I also liked to eat tater tots because what kid doesn’t like a nice tot? 
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