Well, yesterday I felt strong, today I feel mediocre. Yesterday was one of those great days filled with self-acceptance, confidence, and mental happiness. I woke up at 8:00 am, well 8:09 am if you count the snooze button, and forced myself to get to the 9:00 am boot camp class. Forced may be a strong word, I enjoy this class and like getting my weekend exercise done and out of the way, but morning movement of any kind challenges me. I am generally a proponent of “don’t exercise if it’s not enjoyable”, but I also knew I would be happy I went afterward. When I can muster up the physical and mental drive for a boot camp-style class, they are my favorite. I love knowing I am working toward making my muscles stronger, and I find this style of class inherently focuses on improving physical ability, not physical beauty.
For those of you not familiar with Nom Nom Paleo and the creativity of Michelle Tam, the mastermind behind the brand, you are missing out. While Michelle is known for promoting many aspects of a paleo lifestyle, I mostly follow her delicious recipes. Even if you do not follow a paleo(ish) diet, you should think about including her recipes into your cooking repertoire. Since Nom Nom Paleo consistently churns out mouth watering creations, I thought it would be the best place to start for my first recipe review. You can try the recipe for yourself here.
This is a guest post from Jesse Barnett (my youngest brother). Jesse is starting his senior year at Marymount Manhattan College in New York City. He is pursuing his BFA in Ballet, and is an amazing dancer. His girlfriend, Keira Sweeney, is a recent graduate of MMC and also a dancer
My mom put me in dance class when I was three because I was the only girl in my pre-school class. I do not remember anything from back then, but I obviously needed some female friends. What may have been intended as a short-lived activity turned into 4-8 hours of dance a week all the way through college. I did everything; ballet, tap, jazz, modern, etc. I loved almost every minute of it. My mom was smart enough to put me in a low-stress dance school, no crazy competitions, just a group of girls wanting to have fun dancing after school. I even think I became a decent dancer, although never good enough to resemble a professional.
Walking enthusiast, and kitchen experimenter currently living out my dream in Mexico City, Mexico.
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