I Shall Call These…

… Amazeballs!

I’m not a food blogger. Heck, I’m barely a regular blogger. And I honestly don’t even follow recipes – and sometimes I really try. The truth is, I love being a concoctionary artist [self-title for one who engages in random concocting with delicious results], so I’m not going to pretend to be anything else. 

Here are the basics: The measurements are made up (I didn’t measure). The ingredients are up for interpretation (I didn’t make notes). But I’m telling you, the results are beyond delicious! In fact, they’re Amazeballs! Enjoy!

  • 1c whole Almonds
  • 1/2c Flax seeds
  • 1c Raisins
  • 5 dried Apricots
  • 3 scoops of Pea Protein Powder (I used unsweetened, but do you Boo)
  • 3-4tbs of Coconut Cream
  • Cinnamon (I don’t know, like a spoonful) 
  • Nutmeg (use your judgment) 
  • Vanilla (a few drops)
  • Honey
  • Almond butter (or your choice of but butter)
  • All ingredients purchased from Trader Joe’s

Pulse dry ingredients in food processor until well chopped. 

Mix in honey and nut butter for desired consistency. Don’t go crazy here! You don’t want it mushy or gooey. Aim for crumbly.

Form into balls

Place on parchment paper and freeze for about 5 to 7 minutes. Then move to refrigerator.

Depending on how big or small you make them, the batch should yield about 20 protein balls. I’m having them as my #HEWFIT snacks for the week as they consist of protein, fats, and carbs! 

Oh, and I guess I should say they’re all the frees (gluten, dairy, egg, crap, etc.) #Paleo.


Words of a Friend

Sometimes, you need the words of a Friend to remind you of where you’ve been and how far you’ve come.

February 2015 vs. December 2016

March 2016 vs December 2016 (black shirt)

#20: That Moment When…

… You finally get to work and you just sit in your car, again on the fourth floor of the dark and stifling garage, and you have absolutely no desire to move because you made it to the gym for the first time this week and almost passed out, so you’re feeling crappie about yourself since the doctor weighed you yesterday, and you know the number shouldn’t matter – but it’s the only thing going on your chart to represent a year’s worth of sweat and tears – so it does matter, not to mention the fact that you were asked, once again, if you recently started HEW when in reality you’re finishing your second year, with a host of physical concerns that prevent you from progressing as much as you’d like, therefore, to say you’re feeling crappie about yourself is actually quite an understatement, so there you are, sitting in your car in the stifling garage in that moment, pondering what the heck you’re doing with your life in one insignificant snapshot against the backdrop of all the cataclysmic events in the world that you’ve been intentionally avoiding but in light of all the little victories that you presently cannot remember… and you decide to do one thing.


For my 35th birthday, I made a list of things I wanted to accomplish by the time I turned 36. Today, instead of wallowing in the pity of what I’ve yet to gain, I checked off one more thing.



I wanted the white one. With the bright pink lettering. It was the one that drew me to the display. But, of course, it was the smaller one. A medium. My coach suggested I try this¬†smaller one, I laughed at her. She’s crazy. I took the larger, grey one.

Everything about the white one was… uncomfortable. It would stain quicker. It would expose my wobbly bits clearer. It would fit my form tighter. But the grey one, it was comfortable. Too comfortable. Too large.

I took the white one.

~that’s life… in no particular order