If you don’t follow me on Instagram (you should, we have lots of fun), then you wouldn’t know that the Huz and I are currently neck deep in Whole30. Well, actually, what we’re doing is called the Journey, a clean eating challenge through local personal training company Body Bayou. We’re finding it’s better for us than Whole30 for a multitude of reasons, the top one being that the Journey includes constant communication and support from its creators. That means we can be standing in the grocery store, unsure if something is on the program, shoot them a text, and know for sure before we check out. It also means I can text them at 9 pm after a rough day and say I want to give up, and they can remind me of all the reasons not to.
Two weeks in I’ve lost 10 pounds and Huz has lost 13, so…I’d say it’s effective.
I’ve been posting on social a lot about my favorite Whole30 approved foods I’ve found and made, and in turn am getting a solid amount of recipe requests. The Instagram poll I ran showed pretty much all of my friends are down for a recipe round up, so here it is. Breakfast, snacks, dinners, & desserts! I’ve made every single one of these and they are completely Guichet approved 👌🏼 (Note: honey is allowed on the Journey, & not on Whole30. Many of these recipes contain honey.)
I hadn’t even pulled the three year old out of her bed before she started asking for things. A certain stuffed animal. Some juice. A banana. The barrage wouldn’t end until we put her to bed that night, and even then, it’d probably continue. She is kind and so funny, but as most three year olds are – needy. Obviously not as needy as the five month old, who has an affinity for being held and a staunch objection to sleep. They’re the light of my life and all I’ve ever wanted, but they drain me. I’m here to say that they drain me and they frustrate me and every once in a while they make me question my decision to become a mother (or have anymore children, if we’re being truly honest). Tonight, after my husband and I spent 10 minutes pulling out the couches in search of our eldest’s favorite figurine so that she could go to sleep, as I sat giving the youngest a bottle after an hour and a half of my boobs not cutting it, this term popped in my head. Holy work. I’ve heard it tossed around in bible studies and podcasts, but I’ve never really dug into it. And therefore, it’s probably never made the impact it really could, you know?
These dang smartphones, y’all. I love them. I love that we can easily FaceTime loved ones with the push of a button, that I can order something I need for the girls instantly (#amazonprimemom). But as I think we’re all very aware of, it comes with it’s share of negatives. We’re so connected that we miss the connections that are right in front of our faces. But I’m honestly not here to climb up on a soapbox – there’s enough of that on the web and it’s just not really my speed. You know what you struggle with, and I have faith in you that you know what needs to change. I’m here to welcome you into a detox that I personally am already embarking upon this week. The hope and heart behind it is to actually detox, in a way that opens me up to what the Lord is doing in my day to day life but doesn’t cut me off from technology completely (because…2017).
Give yourself a break from the non-stop media consumption that leaves you feel like your head is spinning. Take a second to pick and choose what’s worth consuming, opinions you actually care about. Be okay with missing out on something for a week (and maybe longer, that’d be cool, right?). Put down the phone and the laptop and create and be present. That’s the heart behind this detox.
I’ve never been what I would necessarily call “healthy”. For a long time I’ve gotten by on a fair metabolism and loose shirts. In high school and early college I was still in the studio upwards of 4 days a week, so that somehow carried me past the freshman fifteen. After I got married I started to add on a few newlywed pounds here and there, made excuses to skip the gym, we ate out a lot. By the time I got pregnant with Pacey I was probably a solid 15 pounds over where I would “want” to land. By some miracle of God I only gained 25 pounds through that pregnancy, but in the end it didn’t really matter. I held on to those 25 pounds like they were a life raft, only losing them approximately one day before finding out I was pregnant with Elliot. So here I am, five months postpartum from #2, who even knows how many pounds over what feels like the loftiest goal ever. Breastfeeding is holding out as a priority, something it did not do after Pacey was born, so I’m not in a place to make drastic detox moves. But I could be healthier. It’s just a fact.
But honestly, I feel like I don’t even know where to start. Food seems like a giant barrier I’ll never scale. I’ve struggled with healthy choices and probably even bordered on a binging disorder, like a roller coaster built on donuts and burritos. I tend to placate unpleasant emotions with food. And celebrate positive emotions with food, as well as events and even just generally good days. Now with two children, the word exercise can make me laugh out loud on the spot. We recently canceled our gym membership in an attempt to trim our budget (we’ve got weddings to save for, y’all), and now I’m faced with the daunting task of attempting to work out at home. I see all of these “no excuses” moms on social media and while I’m real good for you I’m actually more can you please get out of my face? The list of excuses is endless, actually. And a majority of them at least feel damn valid.
There’s approximately 5 people who read this title and went “ooh Fearless! I know that blog!” The rest of you have no idea what I’m talking about, so let me quickly bring you up to speed. Approximately 5 years ago, I curated and wrote for a blog named Fearless. It was a little more serious and deep than this blog tends to be, I was in a season of major, major growth and used it as my outlet for these things. At some point, after a particularly gnarly breakup, I used it as too much of an outlet. I wrote a scathing post about my ex’s friends that while the heart behind it was essentially good (make sure you’re surrounding yourself with people that care about you, because you may end up depressed if not), the delivery was all. wrong. If we’re being candid, I called them assholes. Not my best moment. And understandably, said people were less than thrilled about this post, and I got called out for it. Honestly, rightfully so – but my pride and pain from being rejected culminated into a lot of raw, hurt feelings. It just was all around not pretty. Fearless began to die a slow and sad death after the fact. I didn’t feel safe writing anymore, I didn’t trust myself to not be petty, and I was just all-around hurt. I didn’t stop writing completely, I have archives of Word documents and enough journals to keep Barnes and Nobles in business for some time.
Ironically, a lot of that writing has been about becoming actually fearless. Becoming brave. On the header of the old blog, I had this Taylor Swift quote (the irony is killiiiiing me):
“To me, Fearless is not the absense of fear. It’s not being completely unafraid. To me, Fearless is having fears. Fearless is having doubts. Lots of them. To me, Fearless is living in spite of those things that scare you to death.”
I mean, FINALLY, right?! I know, this is the one everyone’s really been waiting for, but I didn’t want to do this process a disservice and not share how to get here. To the fun part. The shopping. If you haven’t read part one (the why + a purge) and part two (week one + building it out), you may want to do that first – but you do you. A couple of notes before we jump into my personal capsule.
– I’m a work at home mom, so keep that in mind as you look through this. The most dressed up I get is for a date night or the occasional wedding. Comfort is definitely important, but learning how to be well-dressed in the process has been really fun. Also, I live in south Louisiana. The land where 80° is officially “cool weather”. So you’re not going to see any parkas or even thick sweaters here.
– I don’t wear a ton of color. Never have, most likely never will. I once wore a teal colored shirt to a girls night and all of my friends were straight up confused. So, this particular capsule may not be for you if you have an aversion to:
- H&M (I’m legit amazed by how much of their stuff I bought.)
- Casual wear
– I’m going to come right out and say it: there are affiliate links all up in this post. If you’re not hip to blogger lingo (do people still say “hip”?) that means if you click through from this post and buy something I’ve suggested, I get a tiny little commission from it. Everybody wins!
Alright, without further ado, I give you my own personally curated fall/winter capsule wardrobe.