Hello MizFit Readers! This is Monica from Run Eat Repeat. I run, then I eat and then I blog about it. I know, you never would have guessed if I didn’t explain it
Anyway. MizFit put out a call for no bake recipes because her oven is broken or something. And because I live in SoCal I am big on no bake recipes.
I mean the weather is great, but sometimes you do not want to make your kitchen any warmer than it already is.
Why yes, dramatic is my middle name
Here is the world’s easiest, no bake, delicious, gluten free, chocolate, Cookie Recipe
Directions: Mix all ingredients except almond meal. Tip: try not to eat the ‘batter’ as we’re trying to make cookies.
Drop a spoon full of batter into your hand and form a ball. Smash down on wax paper to form proper cookie shape.
Optional: Dip cookie into almond meal to make it less sticky. I keep mine in the freezer so this is not usually an problem.
Place into freezer for 2 hours or until set. Store in fridge. Eat.
They’re not the most beautiful creations, but they are delicious and full of ingredients we can recognize! Enjoy!
The pink gloves phase was definitely not boring.
The other day I stumbled upon an article which resonated with me.
I usually avoid “list articles” as the voices Im drawn to dont typically lend themselves to 8 Ways to Drink More Water Than You Ever Dreamed Possible or 5 Tips for Creating the Life You Want in 7 Seconds.
This article, however, had me nodding in agreement as it listed ways/tips to be more interesting.
First, it reminded me of a story (yes. apologies but that IS your cue to have a seat & relax. Im going to yammer.).
Many years ago, in a hot, dry and sunny land my marriage was going through a rough patch.
We looked a lot like this.
Nothing major but a perceived vibe on my end the husband found me boring.
I interpreted his verbal/non-verbal responses as those of: Yeah I know. Ive heard it and seen it all before…
I recall saying to him (in my perhaps misplaced yet ever-present it’s SO YOU and NOT ME way):
Youre responding to me as if Im boring. Im many things–annoying, overly talkative etc—but I know Im not boring.
I remember this interaction because it was an ah ha! moment for me, too.
My self-confidence (misplaced or not) has never been faked for the facebook or blog—yet it was *in that instance* I realized I was interesting.
Sure I may also be irritating & exhausting (Im nothing if not self-aware) but Im not boring.
(it was, if you recall, a HERCULEAN TASK for me to become bored)
The article also sparked for me the realization the very notion of being interesting is inextricably tied with getting outside of ourselves.
With doing unto others.
With trying new things.
With sharing what you do/learn with others.
With being your authentic, weird, pointy backpack wearing, freak flag flying self.
Being interesting is the same as healthy living (OH SNAP! see? I managed to tie it back to what this blog is *supposed* to be about!):
It is all about the 80/20.
Being interesting is EIGHTY PERCENT focusing outside of yourself & TWENTY PERCENT sharing the humble brag in the same way healthy living is EIGHTY PERCENT abut living clean and TWENTY percent frolickingandfun.
Id never considered what it took to be interesting because from my vantage point we’re all interesting.
We all have stories, passions & unique freak-flags we fly—whether we do it publicly or not.
Actually—now that Ive sucked up 2 minutes & 35 seconds of your life youll never get back—being INTERESTING is as simple as living this Dr. Seuss quote:
Those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.
- What traits do YOU find makes someone interesting?
ahh sweet sweet morning java.
A little while ago I stumbled upon this blog post.
It resonated with me because it’s precisely how blog reading feels/is to me. I read blogs in the morning with my coffee *before* the zaniness of my day begins.
I also liked the concept because my favorite blogs to *read* are written in that manner.
As if we were just two friends getting together and chatting over coffee.
Ive got lots rolling around in my cranium today and really–if I could–I might not blog at all.
Id just invite you over for a cup.
Id tell you Im kind of terrified for the summer. We’ve found our Oakland groove. A few after school activities, a smattering of play dates, & the Tornado still surrenders to some mommy & me time. It’s perfect. And, in almost exactly a month, this new-perfect ends and summer begins. Back in Austin Id know precisely how it would unfold. Here? In Oakland? If we could meet for a latte Id tell you Im kind of terrified for the summer.
Id share with you how Id hoped this post would give me an epiphany. Id overshare & ramble about how Im not sure what direction Im headed next. Id badger you about whether you thought it’s time to shed my MizFit moniker. Id repeatedly, annoyingly bring up how Im forty-three and ten months old and Im not sure where I want to weave my words anymore. How Im ready to leap and make changes before 50 (!) — but uncertain where to begin.
Id smile in remembrance & share a Tornado story. Id yammer about how she & her dad took a trip, had fun, sang songs and exhausted themselves. Id laugh about how they inexplicably sang—at a random tour guide’s behest—rounds & rounds of You Are My Sunshine. I’d stop, smile and tell you about how that night, as she couldn’t fall asleep, she told him:
Dada my skies are gray. Mama is my sunshine.
Id tell you about a book Id just read & how it caused me to stop, think and *really* see the people around me. Id ask you if you ever pondered things like that. Id implore you to read it too so we could discuss. Id giggle & tell you how I LONGED to start an early morning walking book club in my new neighborhood but I wasnt certain they were ready for Morning Me yet. I’d grab my iphone and make you tell me all your favorite books and write done the ones Ive not read.
Id horrify you with my abundant knowledge of all the trashtastic shows on BRAVO. Id yammer about Kroy, Bravo Andy, Patti Stanger, Josh Altman et al until youd wonder if I realized they werent really my friends. Id beg you to DVR them and claim to only ever ever watch the stuff while I did cardio.
Id grow serious and share how the Tornado cried the other night as I held her. How she said it was hard & she felt like she wasnt ten but wasnt four. Id tell you how Id told her I understood. I feel like Im not twenty—-but Im not 43 and eight months either. Id tell you how she sobbed and said she didnt know what she was and I told her it’s ok. Sometimes we dont know exactly what we are or how we feel and it’s ok. Big people feel like that sometimes, too.
And then we’d both look at our watches and realize we needed to go. Our to-do lists summoned and coffee time was over.
We wouldnt mind, however, because we’d know we’d be here again.
Sharing stories and drinking coffee.
- If we had coffee—-what would you tell me?