4 Tips To Relieve Stress

Guys, life is stressful. Paying bills is stressful. Being an adult is stressful.

I’m sure I’m not saying anything you didn’t already know, and you’re probably rolling your eyes already – I don’t blame you. But I do want to share with you some ways that I try to deal with stress so that I’m not an uber-grinch to everyone all the time. I partnered with Red & White Spa Midtown in NYC to encourage you to take some time for yourself and de-compress. You know how on airplanes, they say that you have to put your own oxygen mask on before you can help others? That’s because you’re of no use to anyone if you run out of oxygen and collapse on the spot. DUH.

After 26 years on this planet, I know a thing or two about unwanted stress. While I definitely have a slew of privileges that plenty of others don’t, that doesn’t make me immune to feeling like I might crack sometimes. Between balancing friendships, improving romantic relationships, furthering my career and working on ever-present family drama + dynamics, sometimes it feels like I forget to breathe. Have you ever felt like that? I bet you have. And guess what? It’s ok. It’s normal. But it’s also really, really important to know when you need to take a second and take care of yourself. Here are some of my favorite ways.

  • Yoga. Now here me out, because this is important. I’m not talking about the yoga that’s like, a real workout and leaving you sweating (although I’m sure that’s nice too). Tbh, I really don’t enjoy that kind of yoga at all. This is different – it’s more of a mix of stretching and breathing exercises. Things have been BANANAS at work recently, and last week my boss treated us by bringing someone into the office to walk us through a half hour of stretching, breathing, and just connecting with our bodies and being at peace. It was freaking life changing. By the end of 30 minutes, I felt exponentially calmer, less tense, and ready to conquer the rest of my week. There are tons of different ways to do something like this. Classes, of course, but you can also YouTube different videos, download podcasts, or download apps that walk you through brief meditations.

 

  • Getting a massage. As I mentioned, work has been insane for me the last month or so. I’m talking working until 11pm on a Friday kind of insane. When Red & White Spa Midtown reached out to me to ask if I wanted to come in and try some of their services, I nearly cried from excitement. The tension that had been building up in my shoulders was something fierce. I could literally see little bulges of muscles gathered on my shoulders/neck, and it wasn’t cute. I made an appointment for after work, took the subway up to their 56th street location, and laid down for what turned out to be the most relaxing hour I’ve had all year. The spa is really nice, and aside from massages, they offer a ton of different services. I got the 1 hour Swedish massage, which started off with a brief moment of aromatherapy (which btw, excellently timed bc my sinuses were all backed up from the weather and this cleared them right up!), and then for the next 55 minutes, I was blissfully catatonic. My massage therapist got out every last knot in my back and shoulders, and created an atmosphere in which I was truly able to block out any concerns I’d been having about work and just focus on absolutely nothing. My mind was clear, something that hadn’t happened in a long time. As a thank you, they’re also offering 40% off any of their services to all of my readers. All you have to do is mention me when you stop by 🙂

 

  • Bubble bath: Why make it complicated? Sometimes a simple bubble bath is the cure for a stressful day. Make it nice for yourself. Add in a delicious bath bomb, light a few of your favorite candles (note: do NOT place them by your head if you want to avoid potentially lighting your hair on fire), pour a nice cup of hot tea (or wine!), and throw on some soothing music. Not only will the hot water loosen up your muscles, but you’re now placing yourself in a calming environment, which is crucial. I try and do this at least once a week, as a way to maintain some level of sanity. Wanna get really crazy? Throw on a sheet mask while you’re at it.

 

  • Exercise. As Elle Woods would say, “exercise gives you endorphins. Endorphins make you happy. Happy people just don’t kill their husbands.” If you’ve followed me for a while, you’ll know there’s two things I LOVE to do. One of them is dancing, and the other is running. I’ve danced pretty much my whole life, and it feels like therapy to me. Going to my Wednesday night hip hop classes is something I truly look forward to every week. Not only is it fun, but I feel accomplished knowing that I’m challenging myself to learn  new choreo in under an hour, and I feel a sense of accomplishment when I hit it at the end. When it comes to running, I may have exaggerated by saying I love it – I don’t LOVE it. I love how it calms me down. When I run, it forces me to regulate my breathing so that I’m not panting 2 minutes in. I’m someone who gets anxiety and when I feel that pressure in my chest that makes it hard to breathe, I throw on my sneakers and hit the pavement. It gives me no other option than to correct my breathing patterns, and in turn, releases endorphins and a sense of calmness. I haven’t always been a runner, and you don’t need to be a “runner” for this to work for you. I HIGHLY recommend trying it out though.

 

Any other tips? Send them my way! xo, AJ

How I Got My Groove Back

If you know me, then you know that dance has been something I’ve enjoyed my entire life. From the day my mom forced me into a tiny leotard and ballet slippers at age 3, all the way through dance classes for the next 10 years (and don’t forget cheerleading from ages 8-17), dance has been something that is such a release for me. Aside from Lacrosse and tennis, I’ve never been someone who’s interested in traditional athletics – think soccer, softball, basketball… all of those are awful to me, considering I struggle to make any sort of bat to ball contact during even a wiffleball game. This probably drives my father crazy since he’s a gym teacher & coach, but hey – that’s what siblings are for, right? To make up for what you lack?

My strengths have always been in dance and cheerleading, and they’re things I’ve found comfort in for as long as I can remember. Once I started college and my cheerleading career was over, the only real dance outlet I had were the Zumba classes I took every once in a while. And then when I was post-grad, I started taking Zumba classes on a much for frequent basis because in addition to being great exercise, it gave me this release of being able to move in a way that I had craved so much since high school.

Which brings me to the Rickey Sisters. Not to sound like a massive weirdo, but this class has improved my quality of life so much. Yes, Zumba is fun and it’s a great workout, but it’s so different than a choreographed dance class where you’re learning an actual routine and you get to add your own flare of attitude and sass to it. I’m not gonna lie, the first class was a lil rough for me – I watched a playback of it and was disappointed to see that the talents I once had didn’t seem to be there anymore. I wasn’t sharp, I wasn’t fluid, I wasn’t going into the moves hard enough.. but I felt SO GOOD. So I went back again. And again. And again. And again.

 

Post-class mirror selfie (plz ignore the dripping sweat)

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I go to their class at Studio B every Wednesday night at 7:30 – I even went a few days after my wisdom teeth came out, because I had zero desire to miss whatever routine we were learning that week. Alyssa and Sammy are the BEST instructors ever – they’re kind, funny, and they genuinely appreciate that you want to come to their class. They’ll also just really great at teaching – I never feel like they’re moving on from a step too quickly, and they’re great at repeating counts over and over until every single person in the class feels comfortable moving on. And the best part is that every week, I feel and see myself getting better – getting closer to where I used to be. And it’s not only physical changes. My mood has been so much better since starting these classes – I have something to look forward to every single week, and I feel such a sense of accomplishment and pride when I’m able to learn the routine and execute it the entire thing by the end of the class. At $34 a class, it’s the cheapest therapy around.

Interested in taking a class? You can find their Instagram here (filled with insanely cool dance videos) and sign up for their class here. Questions? DM me ANY you have! I get DMs from you guys after every single video I post asking how you can sign up – I’d LOVE to see you there!


 

Unfortunately I don’t have a clear video of me from the first class, but posting all of the other routines I’ve learned below so you can get a feel for what the class is like – the videos are in order from earlier classes to the latest one (the last one is my favorite!):

 

 

 

Here’s What To Expect When You Get Your Wisdom Teeth Out

If you know me like, at all, then you know that I have been afraid of getting my wisdom teeth taken out for nearly a decade. That’s 100% not an exaggeration. I’ve legit been living in fear of this since my dentist first recommended I get them out when I was still in high school. I thought she was full of it, so I ignored her. Then in my first year out of college, my new dentist (also a family friend) told me I needed to get them out. This time I actually made an appointment for a consultation and showed up, only to have the receptionist be so insanely rude to me that I actually called my mom in tears from the waiting room. She reminded me that there were plenty of other oral surgeons who would be more than happy to take my money AND be nice, so I left and never looked back.

Flash forward to a few months ago at my new dentist in NYC. I was getting a crown done and my dentist cracked my wisdom tooth. Instead of fixing it, she told me that I might as well get them out anyway. I’m prone to cavities. All 4 of them were at least partially grown in and had cavities and even if she were to fill them, they’re so far back in my mouth that I would likely continue to get cavities in them for the rest of my life. So I decided to take the plunge and make the appointment for yet another consultation.

I can’t even begin to explain to you how badly I wanted to avoid this. When I was at my consultation, I literally cried because I was so scared. All I’ve heard are horror stories from people who say that if you don’t get them out in high school, you’ll be in lots of pain. Women are more likely to get dry sockets – that was a nice fun fact someone shared with me. Oh, and apparently if you have to get your bottom two out, that puts you at a higher likelihood of dry socket too.Since I’m a girl and I was getting all 4 out, you can imagine how lovely this was to hear…

 

Morning of the surgery:

I was given instructions not to eat or drink anything after 12am that morning. This is really important, because anything you have in your stomach can throw off the anesthesia calculations and be really dangerous and possibly deadly. Don’t mess around with that. I wore my comfiest sweats and had my mom drive me to the office. I tried to be chill, but I was very unchill. 

 

Before the surgery:

Once I was called in from the waiting room, the world’s nicest nurse took me into the room I’d be getting the surgery in. I was honestly kind of surprised to see that nothing looked scary at all. It was a regular dentist chair that I was put in (for some reason I pictured an operating table – how ridiculous am I?!). She hooked me up to a blood pressure machine and if I’m being real here, that was legitimately the most painful part of the process. That MF squeezed my arm so tight that I for sure thought it would just pop. When I kept saying how nervous I was – and almost cried again – the nurse was so sweet and talked me off the ledge, so to speak. She had me rinse my mouth out with anti-septic and then the surgeon came in to get started. Not only was Dr. Solomon a really nice guy, but he’s distractingly attractive. Like, every time I looked at him I felt blinded by this man’s good looks. It was ridiculous. Unfortunately for me, I apologized for being dramatic and he goes, “don’t worry about it – I’m married to a woman, I’m familiar with dramatics.” Thanks for letting me down nice and subtly there, dude.

The nurse tied something around my upper arm to get the blood pumping and then inserted the IV – TBH I’ve never had an IV and I’m scared of needles so I’m pretty impressed with myself for not being more freaked out. It wasn’t comfortable, but it didn’t hurt. The last thing I remember is the surgeon saying they were going to give me my medicine through my IV. And then I was asleep.

 

The actual surgery:

I can’t tell you a thing about this because I was out like a freaking light. From what I was told afterwards, the surgeon went in and numbed up my gums with Novocain anyway, just in case I were to wake up from the anesthesia. Luckily for all of us, I didn’t wake up until the very end when I heard the surgeon say, “ok awesome, we’re all done.” And just like that, I was awake.

 

The recovery room:

I was brought into a room to rest up a little bit before I was ready to be released. I definitely felt tired, but I didn’t feel loopy or drugged up at all. I was expecting a David After Dentist moment – I’d even asked my mom to record me if I did anything funny so I could share it in this post. Sadly for all of us, I have nothing to share. Because I was the most boring patient ever. When my mom had her wisdom teeth out, she literally tried to jump out of the car while we were on the highway and also called my dad at work to tell him I was kidnapping her. The most exciting thing that happened with me was that I thought it was cool af that they let me keep my teeth. And all I said was, “wow” because I’m boring af.

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Day-of recovery:

The biggest piece of advice I can give anyone who’s getting this done is to take your medicine in a timely fashion. DO NOT CHASE THE PAIN. I was given a 600mg Tylenol while I was still at the dentist’s office (I had to ask them, but they were happy to do it). The prescription said to take one pill every 6 hours, but I religiously took one every 5 hours because I was terrified to feel the pain I was expecting to feel. I set an alarm on my phone to go off every 5 hours (even in the middle of the night). They also prescribed me some stronger stuff similar to Vicodin, but I only took one pill of those each night when I was ready to go to bed, because they made me tired.

It’s really important that you do NOT spit in the first 24 hours of getting your teeth extracted – this is a crucial time for the blood clots to start forming and if you spit, it can dislodge them and that’s when dry sockets occur. You should also stick to liquids or soft foods. Luckily for me, my mom was an angel during all of this. She kept bringing me pudding and sorbet and then when I was hungry for real food, she chopped up mac and cheese for me, and even chopped up a little Lactaid pill because I’m lactose intolerant so I needed to take one for the dairy, but I couldn’t chew. She’s so freaking cute!

Aside from the alarming amount of pudding I consumed in the first day, there was nothing exciting to report. 3 of my wisdom teeth were fully grown in and 1 was partially impacted still so when they took that one out, they put in one stitch to help close to hole. The only part of my face that was noticeable swollen was where that tooth came out, and I think it’s because that part of the surgery was a bit more invasive. The other three teeth barely felt sore at all. In terms of timing, the Novocain felt like it had worn off by about 7pm that night, and other than that, I was just sleepy from all the excitement.

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Mouth stuffed with cause to minimize the bleeding. V cute

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24 hours post surgery:

24 hours after I had my surgery – you’d think I’d be posted up in bed watching Real Housewives reruns and eating ice cream, right? WRONG. My entire family was out of the house, all doing different things and didn’t have their phones on them. That’s when my poor dog decided to poop blood all over the house. In a state of panic, I called my best friend who came and picked us up and we went to the emergency vet together for three hours. So yeah, not typically how you’d spend your first full day post-op. But my babygirl needed some attention, so that’s what she got.

Once we were cleared to leave the vet (with 4 different medicines and a scary warning to keep checking her for dehydration), we headed back to the house. Cookie was pooped and so was I, so we spent the rest of the afternoon snuggling and eating soft foods.

Fun fact: by later that night, I was able to start munching on some hard foods. I wouldn’t recommend this if your mouth is sore, but mine felt fine and I needed some oyster crackers in my life, so I went for it. I didn’t regret it one bit.

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Here’s what I looked like 24 hours after the surgery. You can see that the bottom left cheek is slightly swollen because there was a stitch there, but the rest of my face is pretty normal.

5 days post surgery:

By Sunday night (2.5 days post-op), by stitch had fallen out. After frantically googling it and seeing that most people were saying that this shouldn’t happen until day 5 at the earliest, I was FREAKING TF OUT. I wanted to kick myself for eating anything but soup the last few days. Luckily when I called my dentist’s office in the morning, the receptionist let me know that it was dissolvable and that they weren’t expected to stay in longer than a few days, so I was totally fine. PHEW.

5 days post-op and I’m feeling 85% back to normal. My mouth is still slightly sore, but just barely. I religiously take the Tylenol still (and probably will for another week or so, just to be safe). My face isn’t really swollen anymore like, at all. I’m still rinsing with anti-septic rinse twice a day (I started doing this 24 hours after the surgery). It helps keep your mouth clean and helps to dislodge some of the food that gets stuck in the extraction holes.

I’m still paranoid about getting dry socket, so I still avoid straws like the plague (that sucking motion will get ya every time), and I have a mini panic attack whenever I sneeze because I can feel the pressure in my mouth and I’m nervous that it’ll dislodge the blood clots.

 

One week follow-up appointment:

Exactly one week after my surgery, I went back to the office and got checked out to make sure everything was healing ok and there weren’t any signs of infection. I find it incredibly ironic that despite being a nervous wreck about this entire surgery, my surgeon said it was one of the easiest recoveries he’d ever seen. Everything was doing well, I had no signs of infection, no dry socket and no pain whatsoever.

I walked in and out of that appointment in 10 minutes and had the official go-ahead to start using straws, so I headed straight to Starbucks and ordered my classic iced soy chai latte – straw included 😉

Before I left, I was given a syringe looking thing to use to clean out the holes left in my mouth. My surgeon explained that over the next few weeks, the holes would start to close up and we wanted to avoid getting any good particles stuck in there because that might cause infections. So now every morning and every night, I fill this thing up with water, insert it into the little holes, and squirt out any food debris that gets stuck in there. TBH, it’s extremely cool to me. Then again, I’m one of those weirdos that likes watching Dr. Pimple Popper, so any type of extraction is cool to me. STOP JUDGING. My mom thinks I’m disgusting but whatever.



So there you have it – a full week of what it’s like to get your wisdom teeth out! Coming from someone who was deathly afraid of getting this done, I cannot tell you how silly I feel about putting it off for an entire decade. It was so easy! If you have any questions at all, please feel free to write a comment or send me a message. I’m happy to help you however I can! xo, AJ

Here’s What You Need To Know Before Trying Pole Fitness

Soooo I did a thing.

A couple months ago, I decided I wanted to do something really fun with my mom. I’m mildly obsessed with her, actually. She likes to say that if I could, I’d probably try to crawl back into her womb. I’m such a weirdo that when I go back to Connecticut for the weekend, I get legitimately offended when she doesn’t devote all of her time to hanging out with me. I’ll legit force her to let me go out to dinner with her and her friends. Luckily for her, I’m not a regular daughter, I’m a cool daughter. I can totes hang with the ladies and be one of the gang. Aside from the impending menopause and endless complaining about my husband (single, party of me!), I fit in rather seamlessly.

So when I asked her to block off her Saturday to spend time with me for a surprise afternoon, she happily agreed. She kept asking what we were doing, but I’m not an idiot. I was fully aware that if I told her, there was no way in hell I’d get her to actually go with me. Guys, I wish you could’ve seen the look on her face as we got closer to the studio. First of all, the studio is in Meriden, which is about a 25 minute drive from where we live. Once we got off the exit, she was immediately suspicious. Within five minutes we had passed two adult stores and a strip club. Then we pulled into the parking lot of the shopping center where the studio is located, and she was still clueless. I finally told her we were going to a pole dancing class at The Girl Spot and I swear to you, I almost died from laughing when I saw her face. If looks could kill, I’d have been as good as gone. TBH, I’m shocked I actually got her to go in the studio after that. But we were already there and I had already paid, so there was no turning back…

When you start off in pole fitness, most studios will make you take a beginners class. There’s no hanging upside down or crazy stunts during your first time. Trust me, you wouldn’t be able to do them anyway. They’re WAY harder than they look. By the grace of God, my mom and I were the only two people taking the beginner class that day, so we had 1 on 1 attention the whole time. We had an AMAZING instructor. Somehow, someway, she managed to get my mom to actually enjoy what she was doing!

The class starts off with a warmup. There’s a ton of stretching involved, because you should be nice and loosey goosey before trying any pole tricks. There’s also some conditioning. Trust me, you want to be as strong as possible for any of the tricks involved. You should be prepared to do pushups, situps, planks and lunges. No questions – you will 100% be breaking a sweat during this. After the warmups are complete, you’re ready for your first move! Ours wasn’t on the pole… yet. Our teacher demonstrated the floorwork for this particular move a handful of times, and then had us show her ourselves, where she then corrected and applauded us. The entire experience is truly freeing, and totally positive. You never feel like you’re being criticized, just encouraged.

Once that was mastered, it was finally time to hit the pole! In just a half an hour, we learned a quick routine that, for lack of better words, made me feel sexy and feminine. I have never been so proud of my mom as when I saw her swing around the pole.. how bizarre does that sound?! She was so stinking cute and so proud of herself when she got it right, and I was so happy to see how confident she looked doing it. I don’t know about you, but I don’t know too many mother daughter duos who could manage to complete a pole dancing class together, and look good doing it 😉

The aftermath was no joke. I can’t remember the last time I’ve been so sore. Seriously, I’ve never been that sore from a workout before. For four days. Ugh. And be prepared, because you’re going to get bruised. I have no idea how, but my mom managed to get most of her bruises on her arms (something tells me she wasn’t doing something right), but mine were all on my legs (mostly my thighs) from holding onto the pole with my legs in a death grip lol. It was an ugly sight, I’ll tell you that much. Not too ugly, apparently, because we happily went back to our second class the following weekend. That one, my friends, was exponentially more challenging. If you ever want to feel like a weakling, I encourage you to try to climb a stripper pole with nothing but your body to get you up it. Who knew I had next to no muscles? I certainly didn’t. Forget trying to climb the pole, I could hardly hold myself up on it for longer than two seconds. I did, however, learn two new tricks that made me feel pretty badass, so there’s that.

Here’s the lesson in all of this: step out of your comfort zone. Just because you don’t think you’d like something or you don’t think you’d be good at something, that doesn’t make it true. You might find that you make some of the best memories out of something you never thought you’d do. I challenge you to make a plan right TODAY to do something you wouldn’t normally be comfortable with. If that’s pole dancing, then great! If it’s jumping out of a plane (with a parachute!), even better. Try to push yourself – you might just find that you actually love what you never thought you’d try. xo, AJ

Week 2 Recap of Whole30

It’s the end of Week 2 / kick off to Week 3 of #Whole30 aka I have somehow survived going two weeks with no dairy, GMO or gluten, and have had limited carbs and added sugars for 14 days. WHO AM I?!

While this hasn’t been the most difficult thing I’ve ever done in my life, it has also not been the easiest, my friends. I am 100% not lying to you when I say that last night I was having a nasty craving for something sweet right before bed, so I caved and had a lollipop and then felt guilty about it. AFTER EATING A LOLLIPOP. BYE. Also, I’m pretty sure this was the catalyst the carb dream I had last night where I went around eating everyone’s leftover pizza crust (bc I love pizza crust) and had cupcakes. Like, I was literally dreaming about being able to eat carbs. And in my dream I was like, “yeah I shouldn’t be doing this but I don’t even care because this is so good.” The struggle is getting real.

At least the struggle is worth it though. My mom’s friend’s husband has been doing this for three weeks (and probably committing a little harder than I am) and has lost 20lbs. Obviously that’s most likely happening because a) he’s a men and, like all things in life, men have an easier time losing weight. I find this to be absolute bull-shit annoying,  but just add it to my list of grievances about them as a sex in general. I digress. B) if you have more weight to lose, more will come off after. I wouldn’t expect that the average person will go into this and lose 20 lbs in 21 days, that seems super extreme and tbh, doesn’t seem sustainable once Whole 30 ends. HOWEVER – I’m down about 6 pounds in two weeks and I’m not following it 100% strictly, so it definitely works. I’m kinda hyped to see what happens at the end of the 30 days..

Things I’ve Learned In My Second Week of Whole 30

  • If you’ve followed along, you already know that I’m doing *Mostly* 30, which, for me, means that I’ve avoiding dairy and gluten in all ways possible, and avoiding added sugars and carbs for the most part. I’m doing this because I know myself, and I truly believe that if I were to follow this with 0 carbs and sugars for 30 days, I would’ve cracked after the first 3 days. Keeping in small amounts of carbs and sugar for me has actually kept me on track and made me feel like I have more control.
  • Cooking for myself has become more of a blessing than a nuisance. But be prepared, because it can get expensive, especially in the beginning. It’s so annoying, but healthier food is just so much more expensive than junk food is. RUDE. But true. And when you first start cooking these recipes, you’re probably going to need to buy a few kitchen staples that you didn’t have before – for me, that included things like coconut flour (what?), almond flour, a bunch of different spices, coconut flakes, almond meal (again, what?), and paleo mayo and ketchup *eye roll*. Believe me, it adds up. But after the first few meals are made and these items are bought, you typically won’t need to buy them again for a while, so it more is just running to the store and grabbing the meat or the sweet potatoes or whatever. And if you compare it to what you’d spend dining out or ordering in, you’re still spending less and most likely making more than just one serving, so the meal lasts for a few days as opposed to one night.
  • I haven’t been counting calories. Like, at all. I truly could not tell you how many calories I’ve had in any given day, because it’s become so unimportant to me. I know that 90% of what I’m putting in my body is really healthy and made with all good things, so I’m not concerned about the amount of calories they have in them. I also know that I’ve been eating less just by the fact that I’m not longer gravitating towards the non Whole30 approved snacks at my office, so that definitely helps. And it must be working, because I’ve been losing weight. Coincidence? I don’t think so.
  • I’ve enjoyed working out more. When I work out, I usually fully commit and force myself to go every single day because I’m the type of person where if I break from routine, it can lead to a longgggg road of me not going to the gym at all. A perfect example of this was the fact that I followed Nike’s running program to a T from June 1st through the end of August this summer, no exceptions. I ended up going from being able to run less than a mile to being able to run 5. But then my uncle passed away, and with everything going on, I let my routine slip away and long store short, I’ve probably run a total of 15 times since September. Not exactly on schedule anymore, ha. ANYWAY – now my workouts have become more about doing things that I really enjoy, and not paying attention to how often I’m going (note – I’m still going a few times a week, just not following any particular schedule). I’ve always loved dancing and find Zumba to be a ton of fun, so I’ve gone to a couple of classes each week. I’m just happy when I get to dance around and let loose, and although I’m sweating like crazy and totally out of breath, it barely feels like a workout!

 

Recipes I’m Loving This Week

Easy Slow Cooker Paleo Beef Chili – Makes 8 cups, takes a total of 6 and a 1/2 hours to cook, from prep to plate. Recipe Here

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Whole30 Buffalo Chicken Tenders – Makes 4-6 servings, takes a total of 30 minutes from prep to plate. This is by FAR my favorite recipe! Recipe Here

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