I was having one of those nights earlier this week where I was hungry, but there was nothing in the house to eat. Well, that’s really code for we had lots of food, butI didn’t feel like cooking. Plus I had just put the baby down to sleep and was starving, which eliminated leaving the house or doing delivery.
Luckily, I have this interesting habit of always keeping canned salmon in the house. It’s a great last minute protein source. I put it in salads mostly, but there’s a lot you can do with it. I prefer fresh, but have you seen the price of fresh fish lately? So canned salmon to the rescue! I discovered this recipe a few years ago by accident because I wanted to make some salmon cakes but didn’t have breadcrumbs. But I did and always do have oatmeal. I then looked up a recipe online and I wasn’t the first person to have this idea. Surprisingly the substitution worked and it became one of my favorite quick meals.
We all have a story. But when does your story become a problem?
About 2 years ago, I found myself watching an episode of Oprah’s Life Class. I had never really watched the show before but Iyanla Vanzant was the guest so it piqued my interest. Her book “In the Meantime” helped get me through a bout of depression when I was fresh out of college and I remember watching her show “Starting Over” back in the day.
The topic that day really resonated with me. She was talking to people who were struggling to “stop the pain”. What they all had in common was that they were addicted to their story. I touched on this concept and video briefly in this post , but I wanted to revisit it because I was recently confronted with the storytelling of myself and those around me. So, what does being addicted to your story even mean?
I promise I’m not going to turn this into a mom/baby blog, but baby things are kind of my life right now. So bear with me
My friend sent me this article titled “What Nobody Tells You About the First 3 Months of Motherhood”
I’ve been wanting to write a post like this since I brought my baby home because it was truly a shock to my system and I feel like no one ever talks about that. Maybe in abstract terms…but I suppose it’s hard to convey the true horror (I mean that in the best way possible) of bringing a newborn home. I went to a mom’s group last week and we all concluded no one shares a lot of this stuff because it’s so traumatic that you erase it from your memory. And some of these things may just be unique to my situation, but it doesn’t hurt to share.
Me & Maya
Motherhood is hard. It’s the hardest thing I have ever done. Nothing compares to being responsible for a living, breathing tiny person. My days are entirely consumed by spit up and onesies and dirty diapers. My life really did change overnight.
So just to catch you up, things have been a bit crazy the last few months:
These last few months have been all gray and subzero temperatures and holidays and stress and I’ve sometimes struggled to be my “glass half full” self lately. Just to be clear, I’m happy and have no real complaints, I’m just a little worn out. So I’m just going share a little bit of what’s going on with me, because this is my blog and I feel like it.
It’s -11 degrees outside and day 2 of Polar Vortex: The Return. This is the type of weather where you just want to stay huddled underneath a blanket and binge watch TV shows on Netflix. When it’s cold, I want comfort food and one of my favorites is oatmeal.
I’ve been perfecting my oatmeal recipe for years and I want to share my perfect bowl of oatmeal recipe with you. No shade against making instant oatmeal with water, but I promise you it tastes so much better when you make it on the stove with milk*.
*Almond milk in my case, or for those of you who don’t do lactose
I’ve had problem skin for much of my life. I’ve done everything imaginable to my face in the hopes of having clear skin and I figured a lot of useful information out in the process. But something that took me the longest to figure out about my skin is the principle of less is more.
It never occurred to me until I got pregnant and realized that I had to get rid of all products that weren’t baby safe that it finally dawned on me: I’ve been using too much shit on my face. All those acne washes and creams and position were keeping my skin from being all that it could be. Through diet changes and taking certain supplements, I got my skin mostly clear. But two problems still remained: My periodic breakouts that always left hyper pigmentation scars and I still had excessively oily skin.
As children, we believe we can do anything. When I was a toddler, I wanted to be a princess and an Olympic track star (yes, both). Maybe that was a bit farfetched, but at least I had big dreams. As we get older, we start to receive messages that we actually can’t do or be whatever we want and should be realistic. Some can brush this off and keep plugging away at their dreams.
Others like myself eventually let these messages stop them in their tracks or cause them to spiral into a ball of confusion. Though I have managed to do a few improbable things over the years like getting a graphic design job in college without ever having used Photoshop or Illustrator and getting my first web developer job with no prior experience or formal training. Or start a successful t-shirt company with no garment or apparel industry experience. Even still, more times than not I have felt like I wasn’t reaching my full potential in life.
I got an e-mail from a reader (shout out to Colleen) asking me to detail my hair regimen. It’s a question I get fairly often in real life too, so I figured I’d go ahead and write a post about it.
I have abused my hair a lot during my life, but at the end of 2011 I made a decision I was going to take care of my hair and grow it as long as possible. I had ridiculously long hair as a child, but over then years, relaxers and flat irons and too tight ponytails took their toll. These days I get a lot of compliments on my hair, but it’s my civic duty to let you know I didn’t just wake up like dis.