I have been asked a few times, how / what I eat during drill, and stay semi on-track. I say ‘semi’ because at the end of the day, it’s not perfect. Resources are limited, and sometimes I am at the mercy of a catering company, or an MRE.

It becomes increasingly more difficult to plan ahead when it is an overnight drill at another location. For example, March drill was in Camp Dodge, IA. I knew I wouldn’t have access to a refrigerator, or microwave. With this in mind, I packed accordingly. Although, lucky for me, it was cold enough outside to keep my food cold in my cooler.

I typically will hit Sam’s Club a few days prior to drill, and stock up on essentials. This time I bought a 25 pack of Uncrustables (f*cking delicious, I don’t even care that I’m over 30), a case of Fairlife Protein shakes, Jack’s Original Beef Jerky, apples, thin pre-sliced bagels, and Alani energy drinks (18 pack for $24.95). 

I assumed I would be extra hungry, stressed out, and sleep deprived, so I packed for the poor lifeless soul I knew I would be. Pretty much three / day on everything. And it worked out perfectly. I gave away one uncrusty and one energy drink, but other than that, everything was consumed. 

There was one evening that I had a plate of red pasta for dinner, and a breakfast where I had a sausage / egg biscuit. But it be like that sometimes. At least with my packed food, I knew for sure I was getting in SOME protein, and fruit. Not so worried about carbs, because the Army loves to provide carbs. 

On drill weekends where I have fridge / microwave access, I will bring hard boiled eggs, protein shakes, thin bagels, and maybe a frozen meal if I didn’t have time to prep anything. 

My plan isn’t perfect, but it beats going hungry because I’m hesitant to eat the sodium packed food provided, and honestly, any effort is better than no effort at all.

In a few weeks I will be leaving for 15 days for our Annual Training. So far my food list consists of pretzels, granola bars, peanut butter, uncrustables (I am gonna attempt to sneak a mini fridge for the females to use), protein shakes, tuna packets, energy drinks, and crackers. This isn’t all I will eat, but it’s nice to have options, especially when the army gives you none. 

I hope you find it helpful in knowing that your eating doesn’t have to be absolutely 1000% perfect all the time, but being mindful never hurts!

Until next time, friends!

It has become a social norm to speak negatively about yourself, because nobody likes arrogance (thank you Mean Girls for reinforcing the ‘normalcy’ of promoting negative self talk). But what happens when you have an ‘ugly face day’ coupled with a ‘fat day’?

Then it continues on to the next day, and the next, and the next. And then, finally, somebody makes a comment about your weight. All your negative thoughts – validated, on the spot. You’re embarrassed, you feel ashamed of your weight / height / face / skin / size / what-have-you. I always described this feeling as a million needs trying to push their way out of your skin from the inside, all at once. It tingles, its numbing. Its cold. You feel flush. At least that’s how it played out for me.

My first memory of my weight being pointed out to me was when I was 7. I was in line for the pedal tractor pull, and all kids had to weigh in. Now mind you, I have always been 6+ inches than anyone my age (even to this day), and when it was my turn to weigh in, my cousin ran up, looked at the scale, and yelled out my weight. I didn’t think anything of it, until the other boys started making fun of me for weighing more than them. They were all laughing and following me around. I ran to our car and hid until they were gone. I felt ashamed for my size. I didn’t want to be seen. I purposely lost the tractor pull so we could leave early.

The next time wasn’t long after. I was at dance class, in between sessions. My mom always sent enough money for me to get a snack during break. I ran to the vending machine and got some Cheetos. As I am walking to the bleachers, one of the dance moms asks me to come over, so over I skipped. She immediately grabs the skin that is pinched between my leotard and my armpit and says “look at this chicken fat! You need to tell your mom to get you a bigger size leotard! You are too big for this one!” Then proceeded to pat me on the stomach, and told me to go sit down. I was mortified. I gave my friend the Cheetos, pretending I had enough to eat.

Instances like this continued, well, forever. I “dieted” a lot as a child. At 10 I decided maybe bulimia was the better option. At least I could still eat, and I could go puke outside. Nobody would know. This continued off and on until I was 15. Once I started working, it became much easier to simply starve. I could go days without eating. It was glorious.

When I got a fake ID I bought diet pills, which made it even easier. I never felt more beautiful!

Looking back, this is all insanely messed up, from the beginning. And up until recently, I’ve managed my food intake much better, but would still punish myself for days I “messed up” (which was me eating more than 1700 kcals). The punishment came in different forms: two-a-days at the gym, running until I wanted to pass out, running with my weighted vest on at a much faster pace than normal, fat burning yoga, etc.

It has taken lots of reflection, and intentional practice of self love, and even me thinking about what I would say to my daughter if she was feeling how I felt.

I don’t want to be smaller. Or shorter. Or Lesser. I just want to exist. I want to live in a world where my body isn’t constantly under scrutiny.

This one got a little deep, but I’m not sorry about it. Sometimes I think things need to be said in order for progress to be made. It also provides a little more backstory on why I am the way I am.

Bye for now friends, I hope you have the best day!

Let’s talk diet culture. 

I grew up reading Seventeen Magazine, which was, you guessed it, aimed at 17 year olds. Between this and Cosmo Girl (it was big Cosmo, but without the sex) I knew exactly what my body size and type was, and what colors and styles I should avoid wearing so I didn’t look frumpy.

Majority of these magazines emphasized  fashion, beauty, and dieting. I mean how else would I get a man? Don’t be too funny, and don’t talk TOO much. Focus on making your eyes look bigger, and your waist smaller. Have you tried a push up bra? We recommend these three (insert Victoria’s Secret ad).

I was a thick little girl that didn’t have a body shape to identify with in the magazine, but as I grew older, I leaned toward the athletic type. This body type was fine,  as long as I wasn’t TOO sporty, and was still willing to put on some lipstick and heels, I could still get a man. Because obviously men would be willing to look past my athleticism as long as I had some girly features. 

But I was already six feet tall, and lipstick looked weird on me. I preferred chapstick and lip gloss. According to Cosmo Girl, there was no place in the dating world for a girl like me. 

I just needed to maintain my figure, but also get more curves. How could I do that? Good thing I had these magazines to lay out my perfect diet and exercise plan! I’m pretty sure I recall seeing that I needed to eat half a cup of cereal, toast, salmon, and broccoli. And on days I felt bloated, eat a banana. 

Obviously grown up me knows this is all dumb. That wasn’t nearly enough food to sustain me for how active I was. Plus I hate(d) salmon. And it wasn’t fair that I needed to maintain my figure, but my boyfriend was ALLOWED to eat whatever he wanted. He didn’t have every form of publication in his face telling him not to gain weight.

The worst part of all of this? I still eat bananas when I feel bloated, and I have no idea if that is even real. 

The even worst part? In between articles were advertisements for diet pills, which I started taking excessively around 17 – go figure. They offered insane amounts of energy, and kept me from being hungry. Two birds, one stone. I remember thinking everything in life should be that easy! 

I would like to say this was short lived, but I took them for over a year, and only stopped because I found out I was pregnant. 

Even now, years later, I still see whole articles aimed at how women / girls *should* look. It’s disgusting and I hate it all. But I am only one person with two daughters, and I’m trying to raise them to see their own beauty, and to know their worth isn’t measured with a scale or by how small they can make themselves.

Diet culture is toxic my friends, and I want everyone to love themselves. Until next time!

Listen. I hurt myself. Again. Due to my own stubbornness. And this time, it was entirely preventable.

Picture it – Sicily, 1912 (iykyk). But for real, it was September timeframe and ja girl had an ACFT coming up. I wanted 100 points in the sprint drag carry. I started a leg-heavy training plan WHILE doing the SDC at least 1x during the work day (most days twice). Sounds good, right? Wrong.

See, what I was lacking in this leg intensive plan was stretching AND mobility training (and warming up). IN MY DEFENSE YALL – I get to the gym around 0445 and HAVE to be home by 0600, so that doesn’t leave much time for these *extra* things. I go in, do my business while minding my own, and go home. Just keeping it simple. 

Never once from September – January did I think “I should scale back, maybe try stretching my muscles for a change.” I went hard every day. You can’t get stronger by being weak sauce, ya know? 

Fast forward to January – I’m hitting the gym, per use, and BAM! I can no longer use my left leg. Pain, tightness, straight up can barely walk. I sheepishly make my way to the door and scram, in the middle of my RDLs. 

No amount of stretching or massaging at this point will undo what I have done (err, haven’t done). It’s been a long 16 days (and counting) since I got in a gym workout, but the amount of pain I’ve been in has made me realize that resting for a month is better than permanently injuring myself. I have found some great alternatives though! Walking a ton, and doing yoga has helped keep me in a good mindset. 

So remember friends, warming up, stretching and mobility training are NOT optional! Unless you want to be humbled by your own body.

Stay strong, and until next time friends!

I’ve been talking a lot about mental health lately, and I’m not going to apologize for it. I teeter on the era where while growing up, mental health was embarrassing and spoken of in whispers. If someone got counseling, it was because they “couldn’t handle it” or “couldn’t fix the problem themselves.” As I got older, I realized the people spouting those absurdities were the most broken. 

Sometimes though, people still get weird talking about it. Like I’ve been asked a handful of times if I think I’ll be on anxiety pills forever. Like uhhhh, idk man? Maybe? I don’t really think it matters as long as I am staying in the positive.

But it’s hard not to let the perceived judgment from others affect how you feel about yourself. It’s hard to wake up and take your pills every day, carrying around the idea that you aren’t “normal” because you need a little extra help to function.

Recently I decided I was going to stop taking my medication and simply WILL myself to be normal (like I hadn’t tried that oh, idk, 100000 times prior?) But God love me, I tried so hard. I would say things like “you don’t need these, you can be normal by yourself” and “people can take you seriously now.”

Well it didn’t work. I quickly turned into a train wreck, where the train is desperately trying to get itself back on the tracks, but the harder it tries, the harder it crashes into itself. 

Which is wild to me that I would want to stop being helped, because years ago, all I wanted was to walk into a store without having an anxiety attack. Before, I would have to put in my earbuds, start music, and sit in my car for a little while before I could work up the nerve to go in. And God help me if I got a text or phone call while I was there. I would start panicking and sweating for no reason. I just wanted to be a normal person.

Today, I can walk freely into pretty much any store, no earbuds, and go about my business, no problem. So why should I be embarrassed of the little helper pills that have helped me get to this point? I should be motherf**k**g proud of these b**ches!

So, let’s stop being embarrassed that some of us need a little extra help, and start embracing it.  Solidarity, sister! 

Until next time, friends!

We’ve all seen the tiktoks of people hiding their feelings into their muscles, and when they start to feel again, they get bigger muscles. It’s silly, quirky, and all in good fun. Until you realize this is exactly what you do.

Exercise is an excellent way to build confidence, boost self-esteem and increase your mood. Which is why I do it. If you feel good, you look good, and vice versa. But I’ve taken it to the extent of “I HAVE to workout.” If I don’t, I’m a big fiery mess all day. I’ve become reliant on the gym high I get, which allows me to sweat away my problems, thus shoving my feelings into my muscles. 

We all want to look good / feel good, and to live a long healthy life. We chase the post (or mid) workout mental clarity. So when does exercise become the new crutch, or vice, if you will?

Is it when you start skipping social events to get more gym time? Or waking up hours before the rest of the world so you don’t miss your workout? Or maybe thinking its ok to get up at midnight so you can hit the gym before leaving for vacation? I did that last year, and by 4pm I was delirious.

I’ve used exercise to deal with a lot of mental issues, and I ended up burning out, badly. It’s like a regular burn out, but then you still have to deal with the mental stuff you’ve been hiding in your muscles this whole time. It’s finding yourself sitting at the park with your kids, exhausted, and crying for absolutely no reason. Which, spoiler alert, is the day I decided to get counseling. But it was wild, because as soon as I realized I needed outside help, I felt loads lighter. Which worked in my favor, because moments later, I saw that my son climbed the world’s tallest tree and was stuck 30 ft in the air. And because of who I am as a person, I climbed up after him, carrying him down on my back like a monkey (which I later learned was not the normal response of other moms, they would have called the fire department). 

So get help if you need more than the gym can offer. We are all a little f**ked up and could use some outside help. Otherwise, how else are you going to save people from tall trees? Until next time, friends!

“What is your why?” The different variations of this question are daunting, and take me back to an overly specific memory in basic training. We were day 0 trainees, fresh off the bus shark attack survivors, and were sitting in the 2nd platoon war bay in our barracks. The war bay walls were brick that had been painted red, and the tile floor was cracked. The whole building looked like it should be condemned. 

Our main drill sergeant, Silent Devil (he didn’t yell, which, FYI is much scarier than a yelling DS), had just given us our “last call home.” Before he released us to go to bed, he told us the basic training would test us every hour of every day from start to finish, and we needed to “remember our why” and if we didn’t have one, we needed to make one up. I knew why I joined, but at this moment, staring at the words “DEATH DEALERS ” painted on the red walls in the decrepit old gross looking building, it didn’t matter. When the DS looked away,I scooted back a little behind a large pillar, so that the DS couldn’t see me. I was alone, tired, and surrounded by 17 year olds. 

The number of times we were reminded to fallback on our “why” during basic training is unfathomable, as in, the limit does not exist (IYKYK). It was almost asinine. I understand the reasoning, but I loathed the term during my time there. And surprisingly, my “why” shifted, err, grew, I guess I should say. It went from health insurance for my family (legit the only reason I enlisted), to finishing something hard, to simply getting home.

The simply “getting home” thought was the main driver toward the end. Every PT test I took, each event finished brought me one step closer to seeing my kids. Every lap during the run was one lap closer to hugging my babies. 

This was a very long way for me to explain to you that everything we do in life has a “why.” And sometimes, our “why” needs a few smaller “why’s” to help us along. 

Why do we go to work every day? Probably because bills. Why do we watch our favorite TV show? Entertainment, or comfort perhaps? Why do you workout? Health? Appearance? Mood? All three for me, please. Do you want to lose some pounds? Tell me why. Why is it important, and is it important enough to you to stick with it, even when its hard? Why do you want to hit your protein every day? Or stay in a calorie deficit? All of these little things deserve their very own “why.” If they don’t have their own reason, they will probably get lost in the big picture.

Here is my personal example of a “why” I do the things I do: why do I track my macros? It’s a healthier way to monitor my eating, and keep myself from spiraling back into an eating disorder. Why do I workout? Mental clarity, appearance, vanity, health, and maintaining fitness for my job. Why do I get my nails done? Sometimes I like to feel like a fancy lady. Why am I in the military? Financial security, health insurance, sense of purpose, family, friendship, camaraderie. 

Finding your purpose within your “why” will help you achieve your little goals, which turn into big goals. Even if you have to break it down for yourself every day, or every meal. Remember why you are doing it, why you started in the first place, and why you are still going. Keep your “why” but let it have baby “why’s” along the way.

Until next time my friends!

Do you have what it takes to track macros? I don’t mean that in the traditional sense of having down and dirty determination, I mean it literally. Macros require a basic understanding of nutrition, and owning a digital food scale. I found mine on amazon, and I love it. The scale is rechargeable, and just pretty. Buuuuuut this isn’t about my scale. This is about equipping you with the knowledge you need to make educated decisions about what, and how much you put in your body. So let’s get started!

Macro is short for macronutrient. This is what our bodies need for energy, and to keep us alive, so today we will be talking about the hot three: protein, carbohydrates, and fats. Each of these macro sources contain calories. And, not to get off topic here, but I need to make something clear, calories are not the enemy. Calories are friends, they are helpful, and they are necessary for both gaining and losing weight. Often, people associate calories with weight gain, and therefore form a love-hate relationship with them. This relationship typically turns into the belief that you must drop your caloric intake down to 1,200/day to successfully lose weight. And it works, for a short time. Eventually, your body is depleted of energy storage, and since you aren’t refueling with sufficient amounts of fat/carbs, this is what causes you to feel tired, weak, and grouchy. Sufficient calories are so important, and I will harp on that throughout this post. Now, back to the good stuff!

Carbs, fats, and proteins. The hot three. Each of these energy sources are made up of calories, and when balanced appropriately, they set a ^healthy^ macro goal. I say healthy, because we aren’t looking for a quick fix, or to feel like crap in the name of vanity. We want health first, appearance later. Once we can agree on that, we can move on!

One gram of carbs has 4 calories, one gram of protein has 4 calories, and one gram of fat has 9 calories. Depending on your health and fitness goals, these energy sources, aka macronutrients, can be manipulated, or ‘tweaked’ to fit your needs. I will use myself as an example, I feel very comfortable at 1,850 calories / day. For myself, I prefer higher carbs than fats, and set my protein at a reasonable goal. Currently, I am sitting at 150 grams of protein, 192 carbs, and 54 fat, which totals 1,854 calories per day. I have tried manipulating the numbers, and giving myself higher protein, but I have found that for where I am at in life, anything over 150 grams per day is not sustainable. And right now, we want sustainable, but also achievable goals. Because if we can’t get to our goals, how can we keep them? We can’t. So if you are hesitant, my advice to you is start small, and take on one goal at a time until you are confident in yourself enough to move to the next.

This is a lot of information to take in, and getting started can be daunting. That is why I am here to help! I will hold your hand through the entire process of getting started, and continue to check in and answer questions! If you are ready to take the next step in your health, and learn how to track your macros, HMU and get can do this together! Until next time friends!

The holidays are behind us. Queue influencers posting how many burpees you would have to do to burn off the piece of pie you ate. Or how many push ups it would take to equal that extra dinner roll. Or the amount of minutes on a treadmill for the after dinner cocktails. Nobody is talking about how to develop a healthy relationship with food so that you don’t feel like an utter failure any time you participate in normal social activities. In the very beginning, I was bombarded with “one piece of apple times equals xx burpees, xx squats, xx minutes running” and so on. I almost always opted to skip the fun stuff, because it just meant I would have to pay for it later.

Am I saying go eat a whole batch of fudgy oatmeal cookies in one sitting? Not exactly (been there). What I’m saying is that you shouldn’t feel like you have to earn what you eat, even if it is more than usual, or a sweet treat (or many sweet treats!)

I do understand that it is easier said than done. “OK I will have a guilt free Thanksgiving meal!” and it is guilt free, while you are making your plate. I am talking about that dark time after getting home, and changing into comfy clothes. That time where you feel bloated and puffy. I’m talking next morning food-hangover. THAT, my friends, is when you need to remain guilt free. That is when you need to be the most forgiving of yourself. 

Something I had to remind myself of coming out of Thanksgiving, when I gained four pounds in four days. I was a little shook, NGL. I didn’t go THAT hard on Thanksgiving, why four whole pounds? Maybe the sodium from Dos Primos on Thanksgiving Eve, and the Black Friday guilty pleasures I indulge in every year. Regardless, it was four pounds, and yes I did cry.

But because I know how I am, here are some tricks I’ve learned to keep my body feeling full, while getting back on track. Peanut butter & banana toast – 2 tbsp PB, ¾ banana, 2 pieces of dry toast. Scrumptious. Even better paired that with a Protein 2O energy/protein water. Fruit! Eat all the fruit. Veggies are great too, but I don’t love raw veggies. Protein! Any way you can get it, honestly. Big cereal eater? Try Honey Nut Cheerios with a vanilla protein shake in lieu of milk. Move your body. Have a dance party in your living room. Get your steps in. There are days I walk around my house like a crazy person. Drink water! Take your greens. Add some collagen to them (15 grams straight protein!). 1st Phorm sells an AMAZING collagen powder that I take daily. These little things can make a big difference in how you feel.

Do I plan on taking these pounds with me into the new year? No. Do I plan on punishing myself with extra running, or trimming my macros? Hopefully no. I’d be lying if I said 100% no. I am human, and sometimes my irrationality gets the best of me. So just get out there, be nice to yourself, and be nice to others. Until next time my friends!

I ate 3,500 calories yesterday. Probably. Not sure, I didn’t track *everything*, but I’ve been doing this long enough, I have a pretty good idea. It was just supposed to be a birthday celebration. I made accommodations in my macros for a higher calorie lunch, and a slice of cake. 

Now picture this: I am eating my breakfast while driving to work, drinking a protein water. Life is great. Feeling proud of myself for not freaking out over the cake I’m gonna eat. I decide I’m gonna message my nutrition advisor and tell her about this new milestone (I struggle with body dysmorphia with a side of eating disorder). As I am typing out my message (I was at a stop light), my BFF calls, “what do you want from Scooter’s?” Nothing, thanks. “Yeah, ok, so what do you want?” she said again. She was ordering a round of coffee to start the working birthday off nicely. Do I single myself out, or just order a delicious sugary seasonal iced coffee? “Sugar Cookie Latte, please.”

It was all calorically downhill from there. I had a small road trip to another armory, and when I go too long without eating, I get the dizzies. Add a sugar coffee to that mix, and now I am BIG dizzy. It was an hour back to my armory. Gas station stop it is! Grabbed a small(ish) bag of Cheetos. 480 calories gone in less than five minutes. But wait! There’s more! I also grabbed ANOTHER bag of chips (they were kettle corn flavor, I needed to try them for science). Boom. Half that bag, gone, too. Because once I am sick feeling, I will eat until I feel better. So that is what I did.

I arrive at the armory to my order of four steak tacos and chunky guac (if you are ever at Casa Tequila, get it, worth every penny). Ate it. All. Then they brought the cake out. I forgot about the cake. I was overly full, but couldn’t NOT eat cake. So I ate the cake. It was chocolate / Oreo. Heavenly decadence everywhere. But now I was at the level of uncomfy in my uniform. No bueno. 

Later that day, I walk into my house “what’s for dinner” hits me in the face before I can even put my bag down. Ummm, I don’t know, pizza? Spaghetti? Leftovers? I don’t care. “Ew, none of that” my oldest snaps back, “I want Dos Primos.” No, I just ate Mexican food for lunch and I am legit too full to eat it again. “Fine, let’s get sushi” was her next answer. I thought about it. I did have to run some errands, and didn’t feel like cooking, or cleaning up dinner. Fine, let’s get sushi, I said. So, after my massive caloric intake, I topped it off with a philly roll and noodles. 

Am I paying for it today? You betcha. I am bloated. Tired. Sluggish. I have a case of the self ick. But today I am killing it. My huge overage isn’t the end of the world. It isn’t even going to ruin my week’s progress. But I struggle with that horrendous inner dialogue that wants me to undereat for a week to make up for what I have done to myself. 

Thoughts of self punishment aren’t going away, even when I think I have a handle on things. Any time I overeat, running an extra x amount of miles after the kids go to bed is always in the back of my mind. Looking at my next days meal plan, and trimming “unnecessary carbs” from my diet will always be a thought.

If this was a friend texting me about “messing up”, I would remind her that its not the end of the world, she isn’t going to gain 30 pounds overnight, and everything will be OK. I guess I just want to know, when can I extend the same love and empathy to myself? Any suggestions? Find me on Insta and hit me with all your self love tips and tricks! Bye for now friends!

Let me be the first to say, I will still roll up to the gym at my regularly scheduled time, even if I am not feeling 100%. But that is for MINOR inconveniences. Headache? Yup. Little tummy ache? Yup. Fatigued? You guessed it. Because honestly, a good sweat sesh can help a lot. I usually feel 80,000x better after a good workout and shower. 

When is it not conducive to my health? My headache is accompanied by fever? Stay home. I can’t keep food down? Hell no. Extreme exhaustion and my body is clearly telling me to lay TF down? Hell to the no. Stay home. Rest. Listen to your body. 

I feel like this is an important topic because a lot of people don’t know where to draw the line, i.e. when they should stay or go. When it comes to sickness there are two types: the “go-hards” (those that will go sick, and get everyone around them sick), and the “I don’t feel 1000% so I’mma stay homers.” The second, those are the people who can’t differentiate between muscle soreness / injury / sickness.  They are probably inconsistent in the gym, and will find any reason to skip. But the first group isn’t any better, because they are coughing all over everything, and probably not wiping down their equipment after. 

So, which am I? Great question! I am both. I usually wind up in the gym thinking it’s a minor sickness (headache, fatigue, etc) and about half way through the workout is when I realize I should have stayed home. Then I play it  EXTRA safe, and stay home when I could probably work a day or so back in. However I am proud of myself. I have been incorporating more walking / home workouts in, when I am not feeling myself. Listening to the ol’ bodice, and trying to treat her well. She’s an old girl, and needs extra care these days. 

Which are you? Both? Neither? Should I add a third category? Hit me up, friends! Until next time!

I change my mind daily. One moment I am smearing an avocado spread on everything under the sun, and the next, I feel like .59 cents is out of my price range. Do they even taste good? I don’t really know. My friend will eat them out of the shell, er, peel? Casing? No idea, but she will just spoon the greeny goodness right out of the shell casing peel. 

Do other people do that, and I am just the weird one? Don’t get me wrong, I think they are good – like a fancy addition to a meal, but by no means should they be the main course. Half the time, I don’t even put them on my tacos. Again, taste-wise they are good, but are they 9 kcals per 1 gram of fat good? Absolutely not. 

Should life be measured in “is it worth the calories?” Again, absolutely not. This is probably a point of view that most people don’t even consider. But, this IS a fitness blog, so I’m gonna talk calories and worth, as it pertains to everyday life. Kind of like when people discuss hourly wages in exchange for your time. Is it worth it? Nobody can decide that but you.

When I am not tracking, or I have accidentally under-eaten all day, I will avocado it up. Like avocados daily and nightly and ever-so-rightly. Why not boost my calorie intake through a little slice of green goodness. What did surprised me most was that homemade guacamole is actually calorically affordable, meaning I can eat a decent amount before I need to slow down. What hems me up is the tortilla chips that escort it to my mouth. 

Do you have any fun ways to eat avocados that would make them worth the calories? Find me on Insta, or email me directly through the website! Bye for now my friends!