I’m not as physically active as I’d like to be. I’ve had a lot of health problems over the past year (plus?) and they’ve yet to be resolved and because of that I’m not able to do all the things I’d love to be able to do. A few years ago I was able to run six miles without stopping, I’d attend Zumba classes multiple times a week, I’d kick and punch and lift weights and I felt so powerful. In my mind I still see myself as that active person because I loved being her so much. I know that I will be her again, I just have to be patient (and do anything it takes within the next few months to figure this all out). I’m still able to get out and be active a bit, and today was one of those days. I could tell it was a good day from the moment I woke up—I didn’t feel dizzy or lethargic—I felt alive! I waited for the sun to go down a bit & then I headed out on my bike. This beautiful park is less than a mile from my house, and no matter how many times I visit, its beauty never ceases to amaze me. I grew up in Houston and the moss, bridges, and four-mile trail that surround Greenfield lake are so unlike the skyscrapers and asphalt I was so accustomed to. Every time I visit I feel at peace and this evening was no different.
I think part of the reason why I’ve waited so long to introduce myself to the tumblr sphere is because I had this mold in mind that I wanted to fit into before I put myself out there. I wanted to be able to workout five days a week. I wanted to eat healthfully AND be active, and I wanted to blog about both. But what I’ve come to realize, partially while on this ride, was that I don’t have to be anyone but the me I am right now. That the me I am today, right this second, is more than enough. That I will cherish the days I am able to ride or run around, and I will do my best on the days that I’m not. I can use these days for planning and creating—I am not bound by my body’s limitations. My words can flow freely without telling of sweat and miles and an escalating heart rate. It was a really freeing ride and one that I desperately needed.
“if you had a friend who spoke to you in the same way you sometimes speak to yourself, how long would you allow that person to be your friend?”—one of the most eye opening things i’ve read in a while (via mythoughtsarestars)
I like to bake, love to bake actually, but I’ve never been one for the whole cooking thing. I can make a killer omelet! But if it doesn’t include eggs, I’m usually out of luck. So, with someone special I decided to try cooking a new recipe every week. We figured we’d alternate picking them out, and this week it was my turn—and our first go at it!—and I chose chicken avocado cream enchiladas. Pinterest is my savior.
Avocado, cheese, tortillas, and cilantro? Count me in. Healthy, too? Have mercy.
I had to cook the chicken first, and I did so with the fear of Gordon Ramsay within me. No raw bits, all deliciousness. I’m not sure he would have been proud but he wouldn’t have thrown it back at me, so that’s definitely something. The avocado cream sauce was to die for. I WILL be making this another time—plenty of other times—to dip tortilla chips in. Or maybe just to scoop up with a spoon. It tasted like the freshest guacamole I’ve tasted with a little extra kick. I really wish my entire house smelled like cilantro. Or just me, do they make a cilantro perfume—would that be weird? The recipe said to put 1 tsp of cheese in each enchilada, but who are we kidding? I’m a firm believer that cheese is the ultimate food group, it’s always been my weak spot. We won’t talk about how much cheese actually went into this dish—but oh boy were they heavenly.
If last night was any indication, these weekly try-out-a-new-recipe dinners are going to leave me overly stuffed & beyond satisfied. It may be silly, but I couldn’t have been more proud pulling these lovelies out of the oven, or sitting down to devour them at the table.
Cooking night week one was a SUCCESS! Entire pan was wiped clean in just a few minutes ;)
“Eat food that makes you feel good. Food should be enjoyable. The notion that food is only to fuel your body is bullshit. It’s as ridiculous as saying sex is only for conception. I don’t mean to imply I survive on fast food and doughnuts. I mean I eat a wide variety of foods most would label as healthy, but I also eat doughnuts sometimes. Doughnuts are fucking delicious.”—An great article by Jenny Cumbie to put things in perspective (via scientifically-shredded)
My name is Tallulah, I’m 22, and am in love with the fitblr community. I’ve been a spectator on here for quite some time—reading and relating and feeling so very, very accepted without ever really putting myself out there and telling my own story. I’ve always been more of a listener than the one who takes the floor and I let that spill out and become my role on Tumblr as well. However, I realized today that I want to share myself and what I’ve done and what I have yet to do, my successes as well as my failures, my insecurities alongside my confidences. I am astounded each day by the courage each individual has in this community—to share the most vulnerable side of themselves. The inspiration I’ve drawn from that has made me want to use my own voice to tell of my own weight loss story, and my ongoing journey to a better life and even greater health. I warn everyone though that I ramble, A LOT, & am really not so tech savvy, so please bare with me :)
My story can be found on my About Me page. But besides that, hello again! I can’t wait to get started on all my healthy-ish posting (a massive amount of tortilla chips WILL be included!)
“Candy is the one that says, ‘Hey, this is a treat. This isn’t really food.’ Candy never says, ‘It’s fiber, it’s vitamins, it’s all-natural, it’s good for you!’ Candy is honest, and says, ‘This is a treat. Look at it as a treat. Enjoy it as a treat.’”—
"I talk to other people, and women especially talk a lot about candy in … a language of sin and guilt and temptation and the sort of penance of the salad. Like, if you fall into the sin of a Snickers bar at lunchtime, you can do penance with salad at dinner," she says.
"It also made me realize how much people diminish and poo-poo the real power and strength of female friendship, especially between women, which is either supposed to descend into some kind of male lesbian love scene porn fantasy or be dismissed as meaningless or be re-written as a story of competition. Here’s the truth: friendships between women are often the deepest and most profound love stories, but they are often discussed as if they are ancillary, “bonus” relationships to the truly important ones. Women’s friendships outlast jobs, parents, husbands, boyfriends, lovers, and sometimes children….
…This was a snapshot of what my own deep friendships could lead to: transformation. I saw, on that afternoon, that it’s possible to transcend the limits of your skin in a friendship. That a friend can take you out of the boxes you’ve made for yourself and burn them up. This kind of friendship is not a frivolous connection, a supplementary relationship to the ones we’re taught and told are primary – spouses, children, parents. It is love.”
“You read something which you thought only happened to you, and you discover that it happened 100 years ago to Dostoyevsky. This is a very great liberation for the suffering, struggling person, who always thinks that he is alone. This is why art is important. Art would not be important if life were not important, and life is important.”—James Baldwin, Conversations with James Baldwin (via bookshavepores)