love in this moment

pinterest love.
the idea to top eggnog bars with eggnog frosting. genius.
this gingerbread house cookie cutter is beyond adorable.
this addendum to last week’s all-I-want-for-Christmas-2014 list.

bookmark love.
this vegan, way-more-than-beans chili.
these one-can-never-have-too-many chewy chocolate chip cookie recipes.

just love…love.
this girl, living a trash-free life, is the kind of person that makes you feel at first like a phoney and then inspired to be just a little bit more like her every day.

Citrus almost single-handedly gets me through the winter. When berries and even, eventually, farm-fresh apples fade, it’s the clementines and oranges that enter from stage right and take over. I’ll be honest, I don’t love just chowing down on some fresh citrus, but mixing it into other recipes is a real life saver in the colder months when anything fresh feels like a distant memory. Plus, I like a good dose of Vitamin C to placebo me into feeling immune to all of the winter colds lurking in every handshake and sneeze (I say this, as L fends off a head cold that I want absolutely nothing to do with).

clementine french toast via @floptimism

It’s even more refreshing to have a fruit that reminds you of sunshine when the forecast for the next 48 hours straight is rain, heavy winds, potentially some snow, some more rain for good measure, and a kick-me-when-your-down relentless gloom. It’s important to incorporate brightness into these days, whether it’s a sunshine-yellow sweater, some crazy patterned rain boots, or something like this clementine stuffed french toast.

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We’re going to get straight to point here, because I’ve worked way too many hours this week already and it’s not even Tuesday:

fresh cranberry relish via @floptimism

An apple. Two oranges. Some cranberries. A halfway decent food chopper to obliterate it into one big shredded mountain of fruit. Let it sit in your fridge until Thursday so the cranberries mellow out a bit. Add some cloves if you want, or cinnamon, or don’t. One Thanksgiving side dish, done.

fresh cranberry relish via @floptimism

Seriously, this is the best non-recipe recipe I’ve made in a while. It’s quite tart, especially when you first make it, but that’s ok. It’s not competing with dessert. Dollop it over a honey whole grain corn muffin. Layer it with sweet potatoes. Toss it with green vegetables, like fresh string beans or roasted brussels sprouts. Definitely spread it on a sandwich with hearty bread and leftover roasted turkey the next day. There is beauty in the cranberry’s natural, tart bite, tempered by the sweetness of an apple and the refreshing zing of an orange’s flesh and peel. There’s something alluring about this dish’s vibrant hues. There’s something calming about a recipe that takes just minutes to put together and is better when made days before the panic of holiday festivities sets in.

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QUICK! Before we get into the links, go add these 4 ingredients to your weekend grocery list:

fresh cranberry relish via @floptimism

1 apple, 2 oranges, 1 big bag (or 2 small bags) fresh cranberries.

Now come back on Tuesday morning for an amazing and ridiculously easy make-ahead recipe made of only those fresh ingredients! I’d say come back Monday, which is when I’m making it, but I’d imagine that the pictures I’d take of the finished recipe on Monday night after work will be supremely atrocious.

love in this moment

bookmark love.
this french silk pie ice cream – so much more than the name suggests.
a confession that I’ve crossed over to the coconut oil dark side, leading into this whole grain coconut oil pie crust.
this lentil veggie loaf is actually all I want for Thanksgiving this year. And pie. Always pie.
oh, and this roasted butternut squash & brussels sprouts with dried cranberries & dijon vinaigrette….perfect Thanksgiving, period.

If you’re looking for an easy, nutritious crowd-pleaser for Thanksgiving, you’ve come to the right place. These honey whole grain corn muffins come together quickly, can be made in advance, and are just waiting for a bit of gravy or — my personal favorite — homemade cranberry relish to mingle with on your plate.

honey whole grain corn muffins via @floptimism

You have no idea the torment I’ve been through with these corn muffins. No. Idea. People, they have their opinions of what true corn bread should be. The dryness must be captured perfectly, the sweetness a tender balance, the color, the texture, did you add corn or did you not? Growing up, I think the grit and dryness made me uncomfortable, and I eschewed any and all recipes presented to me for years. I thus never developed a staunch belief in “proper” corn bread characteristics for myself, and so people’s very strong reactions to this recipe as I began to play around with it took me by surprise. They were adamant, filled with conviction, overflowing with critique — all different and few, to be honest, constructive, as though they knew at once that this was not Corn Bread as they knew it, but they could not pinpoint exactly what made it so blasphemous to them.

honey whole grain corn muffins via @floptimism

My first attempt was deemed by all to be not nearly sweet enough, though all I could taste was the honey. Then it wasn’t dry enough, then too dry, then L revealed that Real Corn Bread shouldn’t have actual corn kernels in it, then, then…then, after months or quite possibly over a year of rejected attempts, I finally put a corn muffin on the table that was met with smiles. It’s just sweet enough, the honey melting into the crevices of the batter and infusing the entire muffin beautifully; it’s dry and gritty without parching your mouth or losing its ultimately fluffy texture; and whether you choose to dot your batter with corn kernels or not, it’s the kind of recipe you’ll want to make for yourself.

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love in this moment

bookmark love.
these salted caramel pumpkin thumbprint cookies because…how can you not?
this vegan pumpkin ice cream, followed by…
this pumpkin bourbon milkshake to make with it.
this chocolate cake with salted caramel buttercream.
these amazingly beautiful harvest hash breakfast tacos.
these salted caramel dark chocolate & brown butter shortbread bars…with sprinkles look 100% like something ridiculous I’d smash together for an evening treat.
I’d say these confetti cupcakes with cake batter frosting, but let’s face it, I pretty much just bookmarked them for the frosting.
these loaded junk food brownies that have me convinced that brownie+popcorn+potato chips is an ok plan.
this carrot cake oatmeal.

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[This is part of my Strong&KIND series, a reflection on and celebration of the path I took to become a Certified Personal Trainer. Congratulations to Brittany, the winner of my coinciding Strong&KIND protein bar giveaway, which ended on Friday, November 7th 2014. For more on my personal training journey, click here and here.]

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A huge thank you to everyone who entered my Strong&KIND giveaway last week, and also to KIND, for supporting the giveaway to begin with! Being able to share my celebration with you has meant a lot to me, and I hope you’re all as excited as I am to see where this new branch of knowledge takes Floptimism.

sunrise via @floptimism

To be perfectly honest, I don’t know exactly where that is going to be. Maybe (probably, eventually) I will develop some fitness routines. Maybe (ahh!) I will even do something insane and record an actual fitness-related video. Maybe (definitely) I will just talk a lot. Just as I no longer want to curl up in a corner of my own personal sphere and hide from life, I want this blog to grow into something I couldn’t have imagined four-almost-five (what?!) years ago when I wrote my first entry.

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[This is part of my Strong&KIND series, a reflection on and celebration of the path I took to become a Certified Personal Trainer. Don’t forget to enter my Strong&KIND protein bar giveaway, open until 11:59pm EST on Friday, November 7th 2014.]

In my last post, I wrote a lot about the shift in perspective that happened within me that led me to pursue personal training. Today I want to change gears a little bit and talk about the nitty-gritty of the certification process, for anyone who has been thinking about going down this path. No flowery phrases or hidden metaphors; just straight-up, down-and-dirty information.

CHOOSING THE AGENCY. I did a lot of research on the different certifying agencies, and there seemed to be, for the most part, three groups of people: those who went with NASM, those who went with ACE, and those who wish they had gone with one of those two. NASM and ACE are known for having two of the most challenging exams, and if I can’t pass the hardest exam, then, for me, I don’t really know the material. Plus, ACE and NASM are the two most widely recognized and accepted certifications, and although I don’t anticipate working in a formal gym setting where that is absolutely necessary, it still felt important to me. Ultimately, I chose NASM because it seemed like more people recommended it.

CHOOSING THE STUDY PACKAGE. After much hemming and hawwing over the different study packages, I chose the the CPT Self-Study with Live Workshop. I’ve always been a very disciplined person with academics, studying at my own pace and keeping up with work loads without much guidance, so I figured the online classroom option (the next tier up) was overkill. The next tier down, the CPT Self-Study (no live workshop) was also tempting, but I really wanted at least 1 day of hands-on experience before the exam. In one sense, it felt absurd to be spending darn close to one thousand dollars on, essentially, a text book and exam, but in the grand scheme of most educational courses, that’s really not that far off. We could go back and forth about whether it’s a major rip off or if the price is justified, but then we’d be here forever. What it boiled down to was this: if you want to be a personal trainer, you have to study for and pass a certifying exam; and if you want to pass a certifying exam, this is the reality of what you need to do. So, I did it.

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[This is part of my Strong&KIND series, a reflection on and celebration of the path I took to become a Certified Personal Trainer. Don’t forget to enter my Strong&KIND protein bar giveaway, open until 11:59pm EST on Friday, November 7th 2014.]

The details of the conversation and where it was borne from fade into the confused background of another life, but my position in time and space, sitting in the passenger seat of my roommate’s car as we veered into the exit lane of the highway home from classes — of that much, I’m sure. I had said something, or she had said something, or we had both, together, organically come to contemplate our bodies. There was an honest confession from her that she did not envy my body, my slender frame, my collar bones and hip bones and size 0 jeans. She did not want to be skinny, small, insubstantial. There was no malice from her but there was, to some degree, surprise from me. I had spent the better part of my post-pubescence wanting, preferring, feeling comfortable in, my thin skin, and never really considering that others might not feel the same. My roommate, on the other hand, wanted to be strong. It was a concept that I, at 22 years old, couldn’t quite comprehend.

Looking back on it all, I can see how the more I grew up, the smaller I wanted to be, as though I was subconsciously searching for Alice’s magic cookie that would shrink me down until, I suppose, I would just disappear altogether. My voice was a soft whisper. I blushed when I spoke in class. I self-deprecatingly referred to myself as indecisive, so unsure of my own existence that I couldn’t even announce my preference for a restaurant, a movie, a music station. It doesn’t matter, I’d say; you choose. I physically tried to compress and contort my posture to bring my entire body closer to the ground beneath my feet. I wanted to be tiny. I wanted to fit into the nooks and crannies of the world and be cute. That’s what people liked, wasn’t it? It’s what I liked. And though I never deprived myself of a meal or food group, or punished myself with exercise to force my body into the pint-sized box I kept myself folded into, I can admit to you and myself now that I was, all the while, relieved that my “skinny genes” meant that I didn’t have to do those things to stay so small.

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