Maca Avocado Ice Cream with Cinnamon Bark Essential Oil

Maca Avocado Ice Cream with Cinnamon Bark Essential Oil

Happy Summer!

 

I’m currently so obsessed with my ice cream maker that just about every smoothie gets churned into cool, creamy magic.

 

In case you and maca have yet you cross paths, this root-y powder is considered a “superfood”.

 

Honestly?

 

I’ve taken approximately one-bazillion superfoods and noticed little difference.

 

Give me a freshly pressed green juice over a powdered-anything any day!

 

So why the maca?

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Almond Milk Chai with Whiskey + Thoughts on Nourishment Beyond Food

Almond Milk Chai with Whiskey + Thoughts on Nourishment Beyond Food

 

“Why do I eat, and eat, and EAT and never feel satisfied??”

 

I felt bottomless, my appetite surpassing every grown man I knew.

 

At the same time, I was desperate to lose weight.

 

I clung to this hope that once I got food under control and my dream body emerged, life would be magical.

 

I believed this, despite all the times when I HAD lost weight and it still didn’t scratch the itch.

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How I Met My Wifey (+ Coconut Flour Cinnamon Bark Banana Bread)

How I Met My Wifey (+ Coconut Flour Cinnamon Bark Banana Bread)

I was smitten from the moment I met her.

I was standing at the front of the plane, saying “hello” as cheerily as I could – after having said it to hundreds of people already.

I’d been a Flight Attendant for a couple of years, dwelling in the sweltering city of Las Vegas.

At 21, I hadn’t told anyone but my best friend that I perhaps a tiny bit (okay, maybe a lot a bit) interested in dating girls.

The most daring hint I’d dropped to the rest of the world was briefly changing my Myspace song to Katy Perry’s “I Kissed A Girl”…and really, it was brief.

Releasing perfectionism has come in layers and this was certainly one of them: the “good girl” layer.

The layer where I allowed myself to be labeled as “good” and “sweet” and “the quiet one”.

And while of COURSE one can be a good, sweet, quiet lesbian – the descriptors weren’t the problem – the BOX I was putting myself into was.

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