Friday, October 30, 2015

Friday Night Pizza Night

Since it's finally Friday AND Halloween weekend, I feel like that calls for sharing my most favorite low-carb pizza recipe of life. Yes, you read that correctly, life

The whole pizza is about 10g of net carbs which is very workable in our <20g net carbohydrates per day plan that we have been sticking to. I am stuffed after two slices which is about 1/4 of the pie. This pizza is simply to die for, whether you top it with your favorite low-carb/low-sugar traditional red sauce or whip up an easy, virtually no carb white sauce.. It's even good cold. Not that I'd know that or anything..

This is the perfect pizza for your Friday night and is so incredibly easy to prepare! I mean, how delicious does this look? 

Fat Head Pizza Crust 

1 1/2 cups shredded mozzarella cheese 
3/4 cup almond flour
2 tbsp. cream cheese
1 egg, beaten 
Garlic powder, to taste 

Preheat oven to 425
1. Put mozzarella and cream cheese in a microwavable bowl and microwave for one minute. Stir and replace in microwave for another 30 seconds (caution! It'll be really hot)
2. Stir in beaten egg and add almond flour to combine into a "paste" 
3. Wet hands and spread "dough" thin on parchment paper. (I place my parchment paper on a pizza pan) It should spread evenly with dough-like consistency. (If stringy, then your cheese has hardened too much- put it back in the microwave for about 20 seconds).
4. Using a fork, poke holes all over the dough to avoid bubbling
5. Sprinkle with garlic powder
6. Put in 425*F oven. After about 8 minutes, check the dough and poke holes where any large bubbles may be. Continue cooking for a TOTAL of 10-12 minutes or until golden on top. (I usually stay around 10 to avoid it getting too crusty on the bottom).
7. Top with your favorite sauce and toppings and then cook for 8-9 minutes until cheese browns 

I opted for a white sauce this time which I put together simply by combining about 1/4 cup unsweetened cashew milk, 3 oz. cream cheese, 2 tbs. butter and lots of garlic and fresh cracked black pepper in a pan and stirring for about 5 minutes or until thick/the consistency of your liking. 

The ingredients I use for our pizzas changes by what I have on hand. Since I love white pizzas with chicken, this black garlic chicken breast was a no-brainer. Garlic + chicken + white sauce? Heavenly. 

Doesn't that look divine? Out of all of the pizza crusts I've tried on this low-carb journey, this is the one my husband and I love the most and keep coming back to simply because it tastes like the pizza we love and miss. 

The first time I made it, I added traditional pizza toppings and a low-carb/low sugar pizza sauce and it was absolutely perfect. I'm fairly certain you could add anything on top and it would be perfection! 

A little side note: I've been reading about Fat Head Pizza Crust bread sticks and they sound divine. Instead of adding toppings as in the original recipe, once out of the oven, brush melted garlic butter on the top, sprinkle with cheese and put back in the oven for 3-4 minutes. I have't tried them, but they are next on my list. 

If you make it, comment below with a picture of your creation! If you have Instagram, post your pizza picture with #bluebonnetpizzanight. I would love to see how you and your family enjoy your pizza!

Happy Friday, friends!

Wednesday, October 28, 2015

I Climbed a Mountain

A few months ago I got a wild hair to climb a mountain. Weird? Random? A totally inappropriate thought for my current fitness level? Yes, yes and YES. But there I was, looking at the trail map, facts and information for Sharp Top Mountain and picturing myself at the top of some absurdly massive mountain feeling as if I could do anything. So while we spent a week in Virginia with family a few weeks ago, I decided that was it, my husband and I were going to climb that craziness. 

Let's be real here: I hate working out. I'm not so much the outdoorsy girl and my idea of a hike is one from the car to the front doors of Nordstrom. I'll take that. I'm okay with that. But there was just something exciting about this whole "scaling a mountain" thing and the potential to see what exactly my body could do now that I'm 61 lbs lighter. I wanted a challenge. I wanted something that I could look back on later and think, "I did that!" So, to the mountain we went. 

While I won't go too terribly deep into the grueling details of the hike, I'll have you know it was both grueling and amazing. Ridiculous and SO incredibly worth it. Like any other avid hiker, I looked at what was around the next corner of the trail (that was straight up, mind you) with disbelief and the sheer knowledge that I may, in fact, die of a heart attack if I had to climb up one more rock that was half my size on my hands and feet. Yes. I was on all fours. 

One positive: the views were so incredibly beautiful once we were about halfway up the mountain and while I took lots of little breaks going up, having something beautiful to stare at while I caught my breath made all the difference. Another positive: the people we met going up and down were so incredibly kind and while they were 60 years-old and nearly lapping me, they offered the encouragement that I needed to keep going. Nothing like having a sweet, random stranger tell you that you're ONLY halfway there and & telling them to tell you that the top was really around the next corner. That may have happened. 

I'm not a genius but I am quite certain that this in no way shape or form should be considered a hiking trail. Exhibit A: 

For about an hour, I kept turning to Ben and telling him that they had no business calling this mess a walking path and he patiently, sweetly told me that it was, in fact, a hiking trail. Not a path. Bless that man! Let's also remember that he is 6'3", has legs for days and lived in Colorado for 25 years. So to him, this was just a little stroll through the mountainside as I gasped for air. 

Here I am at what I figured was the top.. spoiler alert: it wasn't. And what followed was the most ridiculous 1900 feet of my life. 

And we made it!

 The views were beautiful that day and so we did what any other hiker would do, we feasted on a Ziploc bag of nuts and I took about 298202840 pictures of myself from the top while silently freaking out about just how in the world I would climb down. Going up took a lot of work, but going down would require more balance than I feared I had. A bad knee + stepping down boulders half my size + leaves and no traction = a very nervous new hiker. 

Nevertheless, the leaves in the Blue Ridge Mountains have always been my favorite and the pictures I took on that hike are ones I will cherish forever. There's just something about the Fall that makes me feel like I can do anything and that there are no limits or boundaries to my dreams. So taking a grueling little stroll through a mountain in the middle of the woods in October was actually quite breathtaking (literally) and the entire experience was incredibly eye-opening for me.

On the way down, we met the sweetest man, who, after seeing me unbalanced and terrified of falling on my face on the side of a mountain, ran after me and my husband to hand me a walking stick that he found on the side of the trail. We stood on the trail for a good 5 minutes talking about Jesus and our faith. I know for a fact that he was placed on that mountain at that exact moment to give me the confidence and the boost I needed to complete that hike.. and that walking stick. I can't say enough how much that little encounter filled up my cup just enough to make that final descent to the bottom. And as I did, I got to thinking about connections and community and how much we all just need each other.

That kind gentleman chasing after me with a stick to help me climb down my mountain was the kind of encouragement, hope and reminder that I have needed throughout this entire journey. I have succeeded because of my faith. I've succeeded because of random people placed in my life who offer so much support and encouragement. I have succeeded because of those people who have picked me up and encouraged me when I literally wanted to sit out the last hike up my mountain. This will always be my mountain. My biggest battle. The mountain I will always have to climb.

I was reminded so much of my own battle and all of the obstacles that I have overcome and that will continue to stand in my way. There have been rocks that are half my size that have stood in my path and I have spent time wishing that I could just get to the end of my journey already. And in little ways, I have stood on the top of my mountain feeling victorious like a true champion. Mostly, it's all of those little moments, those little choices- choosing to guzzle my protein shake while surrounded by 25 colleagues in a conference room at work for 4 hours who are ever so enjoying the entire menu of Einstein Bros Bagels, donuts and other delicious and very off limits treats that have made all the difference. It's a daily and sometimes hourly struggle. But I have also learned that I know myself well enough to know that while I was at the top of that mountain in Virginia, I was excited and relieved for a good 5 minutes before freaking myself out over the trek down. That's just so me; not enjoying the little accomplishments and already thinking about the next challenge and thinking to myself that there was just no way that I was going to be able to do it. Thinking that, "ya know, there's a bus that I can walk to that takes people to the bottom of this thing and wouldn't that just be the perfect solution?" because I convinced myself that there was just NO way I could make it. 

I'm happy to say that I finally quieted that voice, walked by that bus stop sign and headed back down the trail knowing good and well that I would struggle immensely and that I wanted to do this for myself. About 20 minutes later, I regretted said decision. My inner voice had gotten the best of me and I wanted to quit. This is no different than my current health journey in that at every milestone, every non-scale victory, I spend about a minute feeling proud and satisfied before already freaking myself out over the next phase of my journey and convincing myself that I just can't do it. And this is where it ends. That mountain was the final page of that story.

Recent history tells me that I can climb that mountain.. and I can climb back down, no matter how treacherous the trail. Recent history also tells me that I have come such a long way and that I have so much to be proud about. The kind of pride that should last not just for a minute, but maybe just long enough to get me to the next sweet victory or destination of my journey. 

Happy Wednesday, friends! I hope that whatever comes your way today, you know that you're not alone and that you can, in fact, continue to fight whatever battle you are so very tired of fighting. You are worth it. And you are braver than you think you are.

How do you quiet that little inner voice in your head that tells you that can't do something? I would love to hear from you guys. 

Friday, October 23, 2015

Pick a Carb! Any Carb!

There's really no other way to put it other than saying that the first month of my low carb journey was just very, very difficult. I am someone who adores food. From the grocery shopping to the cooking, to eating out and finding fun, new restaurants, I love it all. And I'm not picky about my food in the slightest. Until bread and potatoes were taken out of my repertoire and I magically became a little pickier about what went on my plate. Cauliflower mash: yes! Steamed asparagus: no. So, you can imagine the thoughts going through my head during my first trip to the grocery store. I'm fairly certain I came home and immediately told Ben that I felt like I had to re-learn how to grocery shop because I had no idea what I was doing. I went to the store with my little list of the most basic foods that I knew I could eat and walked around the perimeter of the store and it was pretty much an out of body experience for me. I would pick up something, stare at the label, subtract the fiber from the carbohydrates and put the item down. And again. And again. And again. All of this thinking and math? Not my thing. Never has been. But eventually, after many trips & realizing that I cannot will a box of Little Debbie's to magically have zero carbs on the nutrition label, it all started to make sense. 

The first week we started on our program, my in-laws came to visit and we had been planning to take them to Austin for the weekend long before eating 20 grams of carbohydrates a day was ever a thought in my pretty little head. I mean, people don't go to Austin to be on a diet and to not be able to enjoy the kolaches in West, the incredible donuts in Round Rock, the food trucks, the pizza on South Congress and just the incredible food scene that Austin offers. Well, at least not MY people.

So there I was, 5 days into the program when we piled into one car and headed out of town. I am happy to say that we stayed on track that first weekend and still enjoyed some of our favorite foods- just in a totally different way. Instead of having barbecue with a bunch of sugary sauce slathered on top, I ate it dry. Instead of fries, I had vegetables. And instead of making my way to any and all food trucks in the parking lot behind the UT Co-Op, I searched and searched for one with a salad option. So, in case you find yourself on a vacation five days after committing to a low carb diet, it can most certainly be done! It's just painful. 

About a month after that trip, I had finally somewhat gotten into a groove with my eating plan. It seemed that I had gotten over the hump of craving every kind of potato known to man... just in time for a long weekend in San Antonio with my husband, mom and aunt. We all piled into the car and drove down I-35 for hours and I was so happy that I had come prepared this time. My husband and I packed a cooler of waters and low carb snacks that we could nibble on while on the road. We had it all: eggs, cheese and protein powder- the 3 staples of my first month right there. And wouldn't you know that when it came down to it, I wanted none of it. I couldn't eat another egg. If I saw another cheese stick, I feared throwing it out the window. The only thing that seemed to help me choke down another low-carb snack was to TALK about food. It was strangely therapeutic for me and probably fairly awkward and hilarious for everyone else. But all I wanted was to take a trip down memory lane and carry on about Carbs Past. The ones we loved, the ones that aren't worth it and the ones we would kill for in that exact moment. And wouldn't you know, a fun little road trip game to pass the time was born right then and there. I turned to my mom and aunt in the backseat and said, "PICK A CARB! ANY CARB!" And we went around the car upon my command and talked about the one carb they would pick if they could have just one. And then we would discuss. 

Let me tell you, we had a hilarious time going around the car sharing our one item and where they would get it, how it was prepared (the more detail, the better. Obviously..) and if I didn't think it was a "worthy" carb, I would ask them why they chose it and if they wanted to take a second go at it. It was completely sick and twisted and if my poor aunt didn't know yet how deeply I missed my carbs, I am fairly certain she learned on that car ride down. I'm not going to say that it's normal. And I'm not going to suggest you play it while you're hungry with only eggs and cheese sticks on hand. But in a sad, weird, crazy way, if I couldn't eat it, talking about it is what got me through the darkest little moments of grieving the foods I used to eat during that time. 

Another thing that got me through those moments? Cauliflower. I remember coming to my parent's house after a grueling workout the first or second week I was on the program and I sat at the kitchen table starving and sad because I missed the food that used to give me so much comfort. All of a sudden, I had to deal with feeling upset or stressed or bored instead of just eating those feelings. My mom listened and did what any other mom would do- she cooked. In the middle of my tears, a plate with a little steak, salad and this out of this world cauliflower mash landed in front of me. And right then and there, I fell in love with cauliflower. How one vegetable can transform itself into pizza crust, mashed potatoes, rice and grits is totally beyond me. 

A few months later, I came across this delicious Twice Baked Cauliflower Casserole from Keto Karma. And it's been a staple in our monthly dinner rotation ever since. Suzanne's story is truly incredible and has inspired me throughout my health journey and this dish is easily one of our favorites. We have it at least twice a month. This is definitely going to be our mashed potato substitute for Thanksgiving. It's THAT good. 

Twice Baked Cauliflower Casserole from Keto Karma 

Prep Time: 5 minutes
Cook Time: 30 minutes
Total Time: 35 minutes
Yield: Makes 9 servings
Calories per serving: 183
Fat per serving: 14g
Carbs per serving: 7g (5 net carbs)
Protein per serving: 9g
  • 1 large head cauliflower 
  • 4 oz. full fat cream cheese
  • 1/2 cup full fat sour cream
  • 1/4 cup minced green onions
  • 1/4 cup freshly grated Parmesan cheese
  • 6 slices bacon
  • 1 cup full fat sharp cheddar cheese
  • 1 teaspoon garlic powder
  • Salt and pepper to taste
  1. Fry 6 pieces of bacon. (Tip: You can use bacon bits if you're in a hurry!)
  2. Cut out stem and core from cauliflower, and chop into small pieces.
  3. Cook cauliflower in a large pot of boiling salted water until cauliflower is tender.
  4. Preheat oven to 350F/180C.
  5. In a large mixing bowl add cream cheese, sour cream, green onions, Parmesan cheese and 4 pieces of chopped fully cooked bacon.
  6. Drain cauliflower well, then pour over top of the ingredients in large mixing bowl.
  7. Mash with potato masher/mixing whisk, until the consistency is to your liking.
  8. Spread evenly in a medium-sized (8x8) glass casserole dish.
  9. Top with cheddar cheese and two pieces of chopped bacon. Bake 15-20 minutes.
  10. Enjoy!
I took some photos of how I prepared it for our dinner tonight. It was divine as always! 

 All the makings of perfection! I used chopped bacon we had on hand 

 I boiled the cauliflower for 15 minutes. The last thing you want is chunky cauliflower. The longer you cook it, the better! 

 Make sure to drain all of the liquid 

This time, I added 1/2 a cup of the cheddar cheese in the mixture to change things up

Top with remaining cheddar cheese & bacon and pop in the oven for 15-20 minutes until it's smooth, warm, bubbly, cheesy heaven 
How amazing does this look?! 
Ben and I had this last night for dinner alongside caramelized chicken burgers and Brussels sprouts and it did not disappoint! Because it never does. Another reason to love this dish? It keeps incredibly well in the fridge and is perfect for lunches and/or dinners the following few days. 
Make this soon, friends! I know you will love it.
Happy Friday! 

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

"You Are a Catastrophe"

Before that title scares you and in case it was a little too harsh of a statement to swallow along with your mid-day cup of coffee, I wanted to start at the beginning. And friends, just imagine sitting there as someone looks you straight in the eye as they say those words, knowing in your heart and in your gut that they are right. 

Without boring you to death with my medical history, I was diagnosed with PCOS as a teenager. Although I am not diabetic or pre-diabetic in the slightest, I do have insulin resistance, which in my case, goes hand-in-hand with my PCOS diagnosis. Being told this at the ripe and awkward age of fifteen pretty much meant nothing to me at the time.. until they said a low-carb diet is best and that I would more than likely struggle with my weight even more so and that gaining weight would become easier and easier as time went on. Awesome. In the days of wanting so badly to fit in and obsessing about finding clothes that fit and all the awkwardness that goes with that age in general, the fact that my weight would be even more difficult to manage was the last thing I wanted to hear. Fast forward to today when this diagnosis means so much more than my weight being difficult to manage. It means not knowing if I'll struggle with fertility and starting a family when we are ready to. It means forcing myself to think about my future goals and the goals that Ben and I have as a family, and putting down that cinnamon roll or that piece of pie and being extremely dedicated to tweaking every recipe & planning ahead for meals in hopes that getting healthier and losing weight will help make all of our dreams come true when the time comes. 

Like a lot of you, I have struggled with my weight and a sincere, genuine, REAL addiction to food for so, so long. Particularly potato chips. And, let's be serious, potatoes in any form. Strangely, though, I always just thought I was eating like everyone else, whatever that means. It took a lot for me to feel terribly, uncomfortably out of place before I took a look at my health and re-evaluated the importance of said potato chips. It took trips to the amusement park and riding all the rides being out of the question- even when our sweet, adorable nephews begged and pleaded for us to join them, "just once, Auntie Liz!" 

It took flying on airplanes with a seat belt extender in my bag so I didn't have to humiliate myself in front of a plane full of strangers with a face full of embarrassment. It took buying clothes one size bigger and then the next size bigger after that until I literally had a closet full of clothes and nothing to wear. (And thus, my love of scarves became very real.. those little darlings always fit!)

In January, I was referred to a medically managed weight loss program run by phenomenal doctors and was affiliated with the local hospital. And by local- I mean nearly 2 hours away from my house. The place had it all: image consultants and physical therapists, mandatory routine blood work, weigh-ins and scientifically proven exercises and workouts that melted fat. On the brochure, it was everything I knew I needed. In real life, it was so much more. 

It took a solid month for me to make the first step to call for my initial consultation. And when that day came and I drove in the insanity that is Dallas traffic bright and early in the morning to the clinic two hours from my house, I was seriously having my doubts. I am, how do I put this, perpetually terrified of doctor's offices, their scales and blood work and all of their concrete facts that all generally pointed in the direction of my weight and health becoming out of control- and finally- more than I could manage on my own. 

In the first ten minutes, the doctor sat me down and we talked about the program, his weight loss story, my ancestors who allegedly ate primal foods (I am fairly certain he has never met my biscuit-making, pie-loving southern kin that go back more than a few generations, but whatever..) and in the most genuine, empathetic tone I've ever heard, he said, "Elizabeth.. you are a catastrophe." Never have I ever needed someone to say that to me more than in that moment. It was as if he saw me nearly sinking and gasping for air in the ocean when he threw out a life preserver in the form of some hope and a plan. This doctor just got me and promised me that if I followed the program and put in the work, I would see results. He left the room for a moment and I quickly fumbled for my phone to text my husband that this was it and that our lives were about to change for the better.

I am happy to say that my husband, Ben, received that text message from that small, cold exam room 8 months ago and slowly but surely, our lives have indeed changed and improved more than I could have ever imagined on that day. 60 pounds later, I am here sharing my life with all of you and that fact is something that I do not take lightly. For the first time in a long time, through years of self-sabotage through food and just giving up on myself and my dreams, I am finally doing this the right way-my own way, once and for all. 

The first day we started our journey, we cleaned out the pantry and gave away some of our favorite foods to friends and family who happily took it all off our hands. 8 months later, our pantry is now a glorified storage closet. 

The plan: I was handed a print out of the Duke University No Starch No Sugar Diet plan. It can be found here.  When I met with my doctor on the first day, I asked a LOT of questions about foods that I felt were "on plan" but were not listed in the packet, so if you're going through the list, just know that the takeaway is this:
  1.  I try to consume at or under 20 grams of net carbohydrates a day. (That's carbohydrates minus fiber on a nutrition label). These carbs should not come from bread, wheat or oats, etc. As we have adjusted certain aspects of this to our diet now, we will occasionally use almond flour or coconut flour in recipes. Occasionally
  2.  I eat lots of fresh vegetables and 2 cups of leafy greens a day. I typically get my salad party on for lunch and have vegetables on my plate for dinner, too.
  3.  I didn't start incorporating a cup of fruit a week into my diet until month 3 and I know that made all the difference. Now, when we have our cup of fruit a week, it is so much sweeter than it ever was when we consumed sugar regularly.
  4.  I try and drink plenty of water to stay hydrated-- but this is something I have always struggled with. I'm just not naturally thirsty and have to sit at work with water and sparkling waters scattered everywhere to remind myself to keep drinking. 
  5. I don't count calories or fat grams, just the carb count and protein.
  6. Although the plan mentions not drinking any alternative milks (cashew, almond, etc) I do have a cup of unsweetened cashew or coconut milk in my morning smoothie occasionally since it is very low carb/low sugar. However, I didn't start doing that until the last four months or so. 
  7. Although you can have pretty much unlimited amounts of saturated fat found in beef, sausage, bacon, etc, I try to limit them to a few times a week. I incorporate fish, chicken, turkey and healthy fats into my diet as much as I can.
  8. It took about a month for me to get used to this way of eating. The first week was awful, emotional and just flat out weird as I went to the grocery store for the first time and adjusted to pretty much only shopping on the outside perimeter of the store. My husband, however, was fine after about a week. Bless that man.. 
  9. Having a partner to join you in the journey truly makes all of the difference. I know for a fact that had I sat down for my first meal of meat and veggies while watching Ben eat fried chicken and biscuits across from me, well, it wouldn't have been pretty. And I would have fallen off the wagon before even starting. Between him, my family and our friends, I have been so fortunate to have people who are incredibly encouraging, supportive and always willing to eat at places where I can find something on the menu.
  10. I didn't start having fun with recipes and tweaking them for about a month or so. For the first month I was extremely basic with my cooking and meals. It was almost as if I didn't have the brain space to think about eating this way AND finding ways to make it interesting and fun. Once I got used to this way of living and being really bored with meat and steamed veggies every. single. day, I started seeking out blogs, recipes and cookbooks that my mom would find and send my way. My love affair with food has continued but in such a beautiful, different, exciting way. Never did I think I'd look at a head of cauliflower and see endless opportunities, meals and potato-like dishes that we now love and eat weekly.
So many of you have messaged me about the specific plan my husband and I are following and who am I to keep it all to myself? Although Ben did not do the program at the facility or the workouts, he as lost over 60 lbs just by following the diet alone. (Men..) Nevertheless, he has worked so incredibly hard and I could not be more proud to be that man's wife. So, simply put, it works. 

Same jacket, same guy.. a year's difference 

The plan is kind of a mixture between Ketogenic, Paleo and Atkins. Yes, we have have cheat meals-even days- I mean, hello, State Fair of Texas! My annual Fletcher's corny dog is kind of a big deal in my life. The difference now? I was sick as I've ever been after an evening at the fair last month and I realized in the parking lot of the fairgrounds that my body doesn't do corny dogs or fried ANYTHING anymore- both a victory and a curse in my mind. 

The difference a year makes at the State Fair of Texas! 

I believe in following my plan and occasionally having that glass of wine (VERY occasionally.. I just had my first glass of wine last week) or that ice cream cone on vacation but my "parties" last a meal, not weeks, and I always get back on that wagon. It is imperative that I get back on that wagon. Because that 15 year-old girl who sat in the doctor's office and was told she had PCOS never had the guts or the courage to and never believed that she could. 

Same dress, two years later

Week one vs. Month 8 

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

The Day I Became a Blogger

After years of dreaming about starting a blog and countless friends and family members encouraging me to share my love for the things I love with the world, we are finally here! And live. And on the internet. And how in the heck did someone let ME purchase a domain name? I'll have you know that I started dreaming and stopped and continued dreaming and stopped over and over again until I finally decided a year ago that there was nothing I could possibly offer up that wasn't already out there on the internet.

Originally, with a love of beauty products, home decor, cooking and sharing recipes, my blog was going to be so different than my vision is for it now. But here we are, 8 months from the day my husband and I started on our health journey and Bluebonnets & Bacon has finally come to life.

I have thought about this blog and prayed about my message for years and I finally feel like I now have a story. A platform. But make no mistake, I am no professional. I am not a doctor and my thoughts are just that- my own.

My hope is that this cozy little corner of the internet is a fun, happy, motivating refuge where we can keep it real and honest- whether it's talking about makeup wipes or weight loss, lipstick or carb counting.

I could not be more excited to share my life and journey with all of you and I want to extend a sincere thank you to all of my sweet friends and family who have continued to encourage me to bring my blog to life for so, so long.

Without further adieu, happy birthday, Bluebonnets & Bacon! And I am so happy you are here.

P.S. A huge thank you goes out to my beautiful friend, Jessica, for taking all of these gorgeous pictures found on my blog! You are so much more talented than you realize.
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