There was a time when I thought the words “low-carb” belonged to a realm of misery and sacrifice—like a dystopian novel where potatoes were contraband, and bread was only available on the black market. Let me set the stage: back when I started my health journey, I wasn’t in it for the mirror or the scale. I wanted to feel better. Look better? I mean, I woudn’t be mad about it.But I had bigger goals—like not feeling like a tired and wore out on the daily.
There’s an old saying: ‘Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.’ But when the alarm goes off and you’re wrestling with the snooze button, breakfast often takes a backseat to those precious extra minutes of sleep. We’ve all been there, grabbing whatever’s quickest or, worse, skipping it altogether. But what if I told you that a little preparation could transform your mornings from chaotic to calm?
Let me start with a confession: I avoided going to the doctor because I gained weight. I knew something was wrong—I felt exhausted, weak, and just off—but instead of scheduling an appointment, I told myself, “Lose twenty pounds first, then go. You’ll feel better.” Spoiler alert: I didn’t feel better.
I felt worse. And worse. Until I ended up severely anemic and hospitalized for seven days. That’s when they diagnosed me with sarcoidosis. Looking back, I can’t help but think: If I had just gone to the doctor when I first started feeling bad, maybe things wouldn’t have gotten so serious.
Eight years ago, I decided to focus on health rather than chasing perfection. We often imagine that losing weight will transform us into supermodels, but that’s rarely the case. When our bodies don’t match the image in our minds, it can be discouraging.
Losing weight is a journey, and sometimes our bodies don’t quite match the supermodel image in our heads. Stretch marks, extra skin—these are badges of honor, not flaws. They’re proof that you’ve worked hard. And let’s face it, nobody’s perfect (not even those airbrushed and over-filtered influencers!).
Hey there, friends! Long time, no blog. If my website had tumbleweeds, they’d be blowing across the homepage right now. But here I am, brushing off the dust, because life has been a lot—and honestly, I missed you all.
We’ve all been there—whether as the one being targeted or standing on the sidelines, watching the rumors swirl. Sometimes we get swept up in it, maybe even glad it’s not us on the receiving end. But the truth is, when we feed into it, we’re not just adding to the chaos, we’re feeding something bigger—something darker.
The mantra I come back to is simple: “Don’t Feed the Frenzy.”
Picture it like this: the frenzy is a school of fish, darting around in a panicked mess. Each rumor, each piece of gossip, each hurtful comment is another fish, whipping the waters into chaos. But what we don’t always see right away is the shark lurking beneath the surface—the shark that’s waiting for us to feed it. The shark represents the real damage—the hurt, the negativity, the emotional toll that all this gossip and judgment creates.
When we spread rumors, when we pile on to hurt someone, we’re feeding the frenzy. And every time we participate, the frenzy grows. The shark gets stronger, more powerful. It becomes the looming force of negativity, tearing through people’s lives.
And we have a choice in that moment: we can either feed the shark, or we can starve it.
It’s easy to get pulled in, to feel the pressure to participate, or to think, “Well, at least it’s not me.” But every word we say, every time we join in the gossip, we’re adding to that frenzy. We’re giving the shark exactly what it needs—more fuel to cause hurt, more power to stir things up.
But what if we didn’t feed it? What if we made the choice to swim away? To stop feeding the rumors, the gossip, the negativity?
When we don’t feed the frenzy, we’re taking away the shark’s power. We’re refusing to let it grow. We’re choosing peace, kindness, and compassion over chaos and hurt. It’s about recognizing when things are turning toxic and having the strength to say, “Not this time.” It’s about protecting our own peace, our own integrity, and not allowing ourselves to become part of something that only leads to more pain.
The next time you see the frenzy happening—when the rumors start to fly, when the gossip starts to grow—remember that you have the power to stop feeding the shark. You don’t have to join in. You can walk away. You can protect your peace, and in doing so, protect others from the harm that comes when we let the frenzy take over.
“Don’t Feed the Frenzy.” It’s a simple reminder, but it holds real power. The more we choose not to engage, the more we choose kindness and empathy, the weaker the shark becomes. And when we stop feeding it, we’ll find ourselves in clearer, calmer waters—where peace, compassion, and true connection live.
Yeah, yeah yeah….I said it. Low Carb. I am all about balance in life, but unfortunately due to circumstances out of my control I must now watch my carbs because of some health issues.
So that has set me on a new path of cooking. Not entirely new, mind you as lower carb seems to fit lower points when making up a recipe.
I can do without bread during a meal, and to tell the truth I haven’t eaten bread with a meal in years. Yes, I’ve had a sandwich here and there but for just “extra” that doesn’t happen.
I do love my sweets though, and this low carb doesn’t jive with it. I knew I was going to have to come up with some stuff that was healthy but played gave my sweet tooth a fix to be able to cope with this new way of life.
Enter Aldi Sweet Crepini’s.
I made these berry crepes and let me tell you – they are delicious! Super WW friendly at 3 points too!
Ingredients:
4 Crepini 1 Cup Frozen Mini Blueberries (or regular, I just like using mini’s for this) 1 Cup Diced Strawberries 1/2 Cup Stevia Confectioner’s Sugar 1/4 Teaspoon Chinese Five Spice 1/2 Package Crystal Light (yes, it’s all I had – don’t hate!)
Sugar-Free Cool Whip to garnish. I used 4 Tablespoons each on mine which is 2 points blue. The Crepe is 1 point and the berry’s are free!
Hot damn I can finally eat brussel sprouts! Now on to the ten page story of my life with brussel sprouts and then we’ll get to the recipe.
Just kidding. The story is brussel sprouts are nasty and I have now finally found a way that I like them. Yay!
Ingredients:
14 oz Brussel Sprouts 1/2 tsp Salt 1/2 tsp garlic and pepper spice blend (found in most grocery stores, or you can use garlic powder and pepper) 1 tsp olive oil 2 tsp balsamic vinegar
Method of Preparation:
Cut brussel sprouts in half, removing the stem if present. Place in a bowl of warm water for 15 minutes. Drain and pat dry the brussel sprouts.
Pre heat your air fryer to 400. It usually only take a couple of minutes, but I like my basket smoking hot when I put my sprouts in.
Place dried sprouts either into a bowl or a zip top bag. I prefer using the ziplock bags – it just seems like you can mix everything up better with them. add salt, garlic and pepper, olive oil, and balsamic vinegar. Stir well, or shake shake shake it up in your zip top bag.
Something magical happens when you become a part of an online community. You even get to be an inspiration to some, and I think that might be the best part of all. Being that person that shows someone “hey, this can be done,” is wonderful.
There’s another side to this coin, and I’ve talked about it a bit, but not as much as I should. You can be that person where people point and say, “I knew it wouldn’t last.”
I haven’t gained all my weight back. I haven’t even gained half of it back, but I am in danger of inching that way if I don’t slow my roll. Why is this all coming up now? Well I went the one place you can’t hide – video.
Pictures are easy to choose – look for the right angle, right position of the head. I miss the days when I didn’t worry about things like that. Really, we shouldn’t worry about things like that anyway. We are who we are, right?
Easier said then done. I put off doing this video until I lost 20 pounds. Like five times I put this video off.
I will be the first to admit that in the not to distant past I might have snickered when I saw someone from high school had gained weight. Now in my defense that was usually only when the person was an A-Hole back then.