Good Life

It's almost Thanksgiving guys!
I absolutely love Thanksgiving.
It's the Best. Holiday. Ever. You just sit around and think happy, thankful thoughts whilst eating butt-loads of your favorite foods with your family and friends. Don't even have to stress about gifts. It can NOT get much better than that, folks.
I didn't have school today, which was dreadfully wonderful.
AND, while I was at work I got new tires put on my car.
I honestly felt like I was driving a new car when I picked it up. Definitely the best. I might have driven faster than I should have to test drive them. But it was for a good cause, I swear.

I went to the gym after work. Surprise there, right?
But, I came home and made one of THE best protein shakes I have ever made. No joke.
Have I ever told you that I'm sort of Lactose intolerant? I can not drink milk. It makes me puke. And I don't eat cheese very often because it makes my stomach upset. But I CAN eat some low/non-fat yogurt. And I use heavy whipping cream in my coffee. Otherwise, dairy and I don't mix very well.
I can eat icecream too...but that hasn't happened since July.

Here's my formula for my favorite protein shake:

-2 Scoops Chocolate protein powder
-1 heaping TBS unsweetened cocoa powder
-6 big icecubes
-1/3 cup Plain, non-fat Greek Chobani Yogurt 
-1/3 cup coconut milk (Because regular milk hates my stomach)
-1/4 cup water

Throw it all in a blender. And BAM. You've got yourself the best protein shake ever. In my biased opinion, of course. My opinion is the only one that matters after all. No one cares what you think. Or how you feel about my protein shake.
I'm kidding, gosh.

After I drank the best protein shake ever, I spent the rest of my evening in the kitchen. BAKING. I haven't got to bake in like 3 weeks. Talk about deprivation. I was thrilled by the experience. Thrillleeddd. I didn't even have homework to do.
And I got to taste everything I made! FTW!!

Pumpkin Pie

I'm eating again, right now. Cold ham. Why am I eating ham at 11:30 at night? Dang, I'm weird. I've been eating something on and off all day. I'm gonna use Thanksgiving Eve as an excuse, okay?

So, I thought that tasting everything I made would be a really good idea. But it wasn't. I mean, I love the fact that my body has this awesome 'sugar alarm' system goin' for me these days. But I don't want it to go into freak attack mode every time I take a taste of something sugary. It's stupid.
My stomach cramped up and spazzed out on me. And it's not like I ate slices of each pie. I just tasted the ingredients while I was making them.

Paleo Pumpkin Pie Bars

My body and I have a love/hate relationship. Mostly love. But we have our days of disagreements.
I made three desserts.
1) Juli's Paleo Pumpkin Pie Bars
2) A regular (As in, not healthy) Pumpkin Pie
3) And a chocolate cookies and cream jello icebox pie. Does that sound healthy to you? Good, because it's not.
I only took a picture of the pumpkin items because the chocolate cookies&cream pie looks like crap. I'm sure it'll taste amazing. It just wasn't being photogenic, and I didn't feel like cutting it just for a picture.

A&P hates me

I haven't had time to post lately. Sunday I had church, then spent the afternoon volunteering to serve a Thanksgiving meal for some elderly citizens. Now THAT was a grand time. I love elderly people. Me and my table laughed and joked around the whole time. And I sat down and ate with them afterwards. They even offered to tip me for my waitress services to them. I denied the money. So instead they gave me tips such as, "Don't invest in the titanic."
The rest of Sunday was spend studying.
Monday night I had an Anatomy and Physiology Exam. And Tuesday night I had a Microbiology exam. I documented of one of my most unhappy times studying for A&P just for you. Please tell me you pity me.
Look at that face.


In case you were wondering, I went to therapy for my knee on Tuesday. She told me I have a pulled/strained ligament in my knee due to inadequate stretching before doing dead lifts, squats, and other heavy lifting.
That's awesome. Stretch Lindsay, stretch.
I bought a yoga video tonight. My therapist is from India and she said doing yoga once or twice a week would be really beneficial. So I listened to her. She's from India; she knows what's up. I actually enjoy yoga though, so now I just need to force myself into making it part of my routine.
I plan to do it tomorrow morning before I indulge in a huge meal.

My therapist also told me in response to my telling her that school is stressful, "School is not stressful. You don't know real life stress. When you have to raise and family and pay bills, then that's stress. School is a fun time in life."
Maybe she should have been a psychologist instead of a physical therapist?
Actually, she kind of made me mad. I thought, So this lady thinks she can tell me I'm not allowed to be stressed about school? 
And then while I was studying and stressing out like a freak in the school library about an hour before my Microbiology test, I really thought hard about what she had said.
And I realized she was SO right.
I left all my crap in the library, I walked out to my car and I just sat there and prayed. I was blunt with God, and told him I was going to do crappy on the test unless He'd help me. And I felt  total peace.
I was about to starve, so I grabbed a jar of almond butter that I bought for my recipes today, and ate some with a fork.
Please don't ask why I had a fork in my car....
I got almond butter on my shirt. So I put on a sweater, finished studying, and actually felt confident about my test when it was all said and done.
Not stressful. Not exactly FUN. But when are tests fun?


Tomorrow I'll be posting a list of some things I'm most thankful for this year. Just a heads up.