Back in March, I journeyed into cleanse land, where my diet restrictions were numerous, yet meals were delicious and fairly easy to manage. It wouldn’t be too difficult to continue eating that way. I ate a lot of quinoa and chicken, fruits and veggies. It was great. I also learned some new tricks and alternatives… Continue reading The Secret Six: Lessons learned from the cleanse
Summer is for salads. Even though we here at the Honey Hive eat salads with most dinners, year-round, summer has a special hold on salads. When it’s warm and sunny, nothing satisfies like a fresh, light meal. One thing, however, is for certain: you can’t make the same boring salad again and again and expect… Continue reading Two salads, no lettuce. Pure yum.
My favorite time of day is bedtime, when Honey Dude and I snuggle and giggle and bring out the goofy. We say some odd things in those last moments of the day. When all the stress has passed and not a worry resides on our brow. When the simple treasure of rest allows us to… Continue reading Banana Manna Cakes
I just had pie for breakfast. No joke (speaking of regret). I guess you could say my first week off the cleanse has been a bit too celebratory, a bit counter-productive, even. My poor system. It gets all clean and healthy and then I put a bunch of crud in it! On Monday: Small square… Continue reading Pie for breakfast. And coconut date bites.
Regret came up in conversation yesterday. My friend Carissa and I both agreed it was a bad little seed that wasn’t welcome in our lives, a seed that could truly take root and discourage. For many, many years I’ve rejected regret, claiming life is too short to hang onto the past. I figure lessons are… Continue reading Regret.
Well today is the day. I’m officially released from my cleanse, four weeks after the start of which has changed my life. So D-Day is a call for determination. It may be the end of the cleanse, but it’s a new beginning, too. It’s a time to make the permanent move towards eating better. Above… Continue reading D-Day: The end of my cleanse
There is something extraordinary about hope. Powerful, really. Because along with the promise of hope comes a still, small voice that tells you to take another step, to hold strong, and to believe. Take Portland, for example. A city well known for its rain, the hip, Oregon city is indeed wet and grey. For many… Continue reading Hope. And Coconut Banana Bites (a guilt-free treat!)