We are here, today.

I think it’s fair to say that most of us are never satisfied with ourselves. Sure, most of the time I am very happy and feel accomplished, yet I know that I am not where I want to be. That’s the beauty of growing! We are never “done.”

However, sometimes it’s easy to let the expectations of tomorrow hold us back from experiencing today’s joy. This was me a few days ago. As a college student, I have a lot of things ahead of me. I also have a lot of important decisions to make. Sometimes I feel a little lost, or maybe I second guess myself. Occasionally, in a grande total of thirty seconds, my thought pattern will go something like this:

“Am I choosing the right degree path? Is my GPA high enough? How can I make myself better? I like marketing, but I also like politics! Maybe I should be studying politics! Aw, look…a picture of a baby. Oh my gosh, maybe I’m supposed to be a midwife. Quick! Someone help those people who just crashed! Oh man, I’m supposed to be an ER doc. Don’t argue with me! Of course I’m right! …HOW DID I NOT KNOW THAT I’M DESTINED TO BE A LAWYER?! Ugh, I need to go for a run. That’s it! I’ll just get really fast a be a professional runner! No, I don’t want to work that hard. Back to marketing it is.”

Yes, sad but true. And no, I don’t have ADD, I just drink a lot of coffee. These thought processes usually come when I’m supposed to be working on, say, a paper that’s due within the next hour. That happened to be the exact circumstance that I was in the other day. So back to the paper I went, when shortly after I came across a bit of information that I needed and knew my mother-in-law was the person to ask. I gave her a call, we discussed, and then began to chat (clearly I was procrastinating). She asked what else was knew and I replied with the ever so common, sarcastic answer of “oh, just trying to figure out what I’m doing with my life.”

And she snapped me out of it.

“Stop thinking like that right NOW,” she said. I was caught off guard. 

“You are EXACTLY where you are supposed to be! You are here, today. You are writing a really cool paper on an important issue in our society. You are doing exactly what you need to be doing. That’s what you need to think about. What you’re doing right now. So cut it out.”

Wow, she’s right. As much fun as it is to Google the salary of a successful ER doc and think about how that might be me one day, doing so isn’t going to change my life within the next five minutes. Then and there, my job was writing that paper. She’s a wise lady. We are here, today. This is where we are, this is what we’re doing. Dreaming of the future is beautiful; it’s fun, it’s encouraging, but sometimes the future can really wig you out. Sometimes we just need to focus on today. 

“Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters” Colossians 3:23


This moment changed my life. This picture was taken after I completed my first full marathon this past January with my mother in law. This was my first race I had ever run…I hadn’t even competed in a 5k! (Probably not advisable, but I enjoyed myself). I still remember the moment I decided to do it. I was on a treadmill at the gym struggling to run for 30 seconds at a time. I thought…if there are athletes who run marathons relying solely on their own willpower, surely I can complete one if I rely on Jesus. For 9 months I trained hard, praying daily that I could run just a little bit further than the day before. 

Christ held my hand through that race. Yes, it took me 6 hours to finish it…but I FINISHED IT! I ran 26.2 miles and I truly loved every step.

Today the scale didn’t reflect the progress that I wanted it to. It’s a day that I feel like drinking coffee for hours while snuggling up with a book while the rain beats down on my window. But I saw this picture and was reminded, while this was one of the biggest accomplishments I’ve ever achieved, it was just the beginning. This picture marks a turning point in my life. I must press on, because Christ is with me, holding my hand, ready to take me on the next journey. The work hurts, but it makes me strong.  Sometimes I’m tired, but He gives strength to the weary.

I have a half marathon to run in November, and am planning on another full next January. Those are great goals, but today isn’t about those goals. Today is about realizing that it isn’t about race day. It’s about every day that leads up to that starting line. It’s about the small, daily decisions that at the time seem insignificant but in the long run determine who is successful and who is still stuck in a pit. Today I choose to look forward, to press on, to get off this couch, shut my coffee pot off, praise God for another day and work hard. 

Those are my thoughts, and now I gotta run! 

A Brutally Honest Post

Sometimes you just need to get something off your chest. Beware of grammatical errors. I’m just typing my thoughts as quickly as I can.

It’s been a while since I’ve posted. I’d normally tell you that life got really busy and I simply haven’t had time to write, but in all honesty I fell off the bandwagon. I completed 30 days of a completely plant based diet with no oils or processed foods and felt great, but I also seriously struggled with my addiction to processed foods and sugar during that time. Since finishing the 30 days I really have had no desire for red meat at all, and have eaten small amounts of chicken and fish, but where I’ve really messed up is with all the junk food. I felt like I had deprived my body of it and suddenly went on a binge. It’s not fun writing that, but it’s true…and I believe honesty is the best policy.

A few weeks ago my sister called and told me that she felt like she was really being convicted for not eating healthy. Obviously, I was feeling the same way. We vowed to create a family support group and put God at the center of it. I struggle with an unhealthy addiction to food, and I’m asking my Savior to help me with it. Some people might not understand that, but if I give every other area of my life to God, but am hiding my binge-eating behavior from Him, what good am I doing myself?

 Or do you not know that your body is the temple of the Holy Spirit who is in you, whom you have from God, and you are not your own? For you were bought at a price; therefore glorify God in your body and in your spirit, which are God’s.” 1 Corinthians 6:19

When we fall down, we can’t stay there. Staying down is the reason I’ve gained weight and gotten myself into a pit that I haven’t been able to climb out of. So here I am, standing back up and taking baby steps forward. This is a long process. It’s not an easy process. But it’s worth it. It’s worth it because I want to honor God in all that I do. It’s worth it because I want to run my next marathon under 5.5 hours. It’s worth it because I have a family who needs me to be at my best.

So what changes am I making? I’ve hired a trainer who is holding me accountable to my exercise routines. I signed up for a half marathon that I’ll be running in November and will be training REALLY hard for. I’ve realized that there is a big connection, at least for me, with organization in the home and a healthy diet. If my house is out of order (I am horrible at organizing) my life starts to fall out of order. This effects my diet, which in turn effects my mood, my energy, my self-discipline, and my relationship with Christ. I don’t know if anyone can follow that, but I’ve seen it happen time and time again in my life. SO. I am on a “purge,” so to speak. Every day I’ve been going through closets, dresser drawers, cabinets and getting rid of things I haven’t used in the last year. Even if it’s something I like, but haven’t used in the past year…it gets donated. There are people who would enjoy using the things I have simply have sitting at the top of a closet shelf collecting dust, so it’s time to get rid of stuff. It feels great! Getting rid of excess things helps me simplify my life. I try to ask myself, if I were to live aboard a small sailboat (a dream I’ve always had) what would I take with me? And those are the things I keep.

And with that, I’ll end this very scatterbrained post.

Until next time, stay classy.


It’s a New Day!

Today is a new day, it’s a fresh start. 

Accomplish what you couldn’t do yesterday. 

Keep your eyes forward, don’t look back.

Today we are given grace and forgiveness. 

Today we are given strength to face what’s ahead. 

Today we have the opportunity to make good choices. 

Today every minute counts. 

Today may be hard, but today we can accomplish great things. 


Disney World Marathon 2014

I began training for the WDW Marathon in May of 2013. This would be my first ever marathon…ahem, my first ever race, actually. I’m always embarrassed to say that, most likely from fear that people will think I’m absolutely crazy. But that’s why I run, right? 😉 I set out to achieve this goal with my mother in law, Mary. After my “epiphany” that I had while on the treadmill one day, I realized that this was a goal that God would see me through. I’ll warn you now, this post is going to be long and include far too many details, but I’m writing it for myself and for Mary. So when it comes to the point where we can’t remember the details we can look back and read through this and make the memory fresh again. I want my children to know the story of “when Mom and Grandma decided to run a marathon together.”

So here I am! Writing the race recap! The rest is history. On with the show. I arrived at WDW Friday evening (Mary had been there a week already with Nellie, Anna, Isa, Christina and Asa) and the race was Sunday. Saturday Mary and I focused on trying not to walk too much (always a temptation when you’re at DISNEY WORLD!) which was almost impossible with all the walking we had to do going from the Expo, to our hotel, to find food, etc. I ate a big plate of pasta for lunch and had a very small dinner since I would be up at 3:00am the next day. I knew I would be better off keeping dinner small or I would feel heavy on race day.

Here’s what we referred to as our “last supper.” 

pre-marathon dinner

After a late lunch we headed back to the room, where we momentarily got stuck in the elevator on the way there. We seriously debated not telling anyone that the elevator was stuck and just staying in there until the race was over. We had food and water with us…we were good! No one would ever know we missed the race! Needless to say, we were terrified.

Saturday we went through all the stages of grief. Denial, hysteria and somewhere along the line (probably more around 3:30am on race day) acceptance. We could not believe  we were actually there at Disney and tomorrow was the big day. The day we had been training for 8 months for. Wow. After lunch, a run to Target for painkillers, and an attempted escape plan by hiding in the elevator we went back to our room and started getting everything around for the morning. We finally crawled into bed around 6:00pm and surprisingly, we slept.

2:30am rolls around and we’re up dressing for battle. At least that’s what it felt like.

marathon morning

We kept imagining the beginning of the race being like the starting scene of the Hunger Games. A bloodbath. Running for our lives.

We thought we were going to die. 

We grabbed a bagel and got on the bus that would take us to the starting line. It was an interesting ride there. It’s Disney, so many costumes were involved. Hopping on the bus and seeing two elite male runners dressed as pink flamingos just makes you feel better, you know? We decided to ignore the fact that this was it, we were on our way there, so we started talking about midwives and babies instead. Typical.

The race began at 5:30am but we were in the very last corral, so we didn’t start until 6:30. Being there surrounded with all the other runners was comforting; some nervous, some excited, some indifferent. We slowly began moving towards the starting line. About every 6 minutes fireworks went off for the start of each corral. It was coming. Finally we are where we can see the starting line. We’re next.

And there was Mickey Mouse on stage ready to count us down! “Three, two, one, GO!” Oh my gosh we’re running.

“Melanie, we’re running a marathon!



Wow! Hello adrenaline rush! We were running out of Epcot onto the main roads on our way to Magic Kingdom. There was a band cheering us on, plenty of spectators and encouragement. The first three miles FLEW by! Heading into Magic Kingdom we saw the Pirates of the Caribbean ship and Jack Sparrow, always fun. Right after that I found out that I cannot run in a knee brace. I had very light sleeve on because my knee had been “clicky” a few days before. I never ran with a knee brace before and thought I’d bring one along just in case (rule #1 that you shouldn’t do during a marathon…try new things), but I knew I would rather be over prepared and chuck it than on the course wishing I had one. By mile 3 the knee brace had made my foot fall asleep, so I pulled to the side and yanked it off as quickly as possible. It was my job to keep us on pace and I certainly didn’t want to slow us down. The WDW Marathon has a requirement of averaging a 16 minute mile, which was plenty of time, but being that it was our first marathon we didn’t know what bumps we might encounter along the way that could slow us down and potentially get us picked up by the “pace patrol,” the team that pulls you out of the race if you aren’t going fast enough. That was our biggest fear. We didn’t come all this way to get kicked out of the race.

We were in Magic Kingdom before we knew it and man, that was fun. Huge crowds of people cheering us on, high-fiving us, holding up signs…and there it was. A beautiful, beacon of hope…Cinderella’s castle. We ran through it and came to the mile 6 marker where we took our first supplements. From there my body was in cruise control mode and I was just loving it. I felt great.

magic kingdom

I can’t remember exactly where but sometime around here we saw our awesome friend, Mary Ramsower! She purchased a cheer squad package and followed us through the entire race. Not only that, she hooked our family and friends up with race text updates so everyone knew where we were. Basically, Mary was our angel. Seeing her face right around this time gave us confidence. We were running out there like scared puppies until we turned a corner and there she was! Screaming for us! We got a big bear hug from her and she told us she’d see us at the end. That’s when we knew we could do this. We’ll never be able to thank you enough, Mary.

After seeing Mary we came across a lot more volunteers who came out to give us whatever support we needed. Whether it be food, water, a high five or a hug, these guys were there for us. I will never think of race volunteers the same way again. I never could have imagined what each and every volunteer meant to me; not just volunteers, but the average Joe’s who came out to watch and support the runners. You guys are what got me through the race.

The majority of the race was out on the main roads that take you from park to park. Not much time was spent running through the actual parks, but when we would get to one it was magical. As for our pace, neither of us had a goal in mind other than to finish. I was surprised how much the water stops and bathroom breaks slowed us down. This is something I’ll want to work on in the future. For the first 10 miles we were averaging about a 12 minute pace. After that we decided to slow down to make sure we didn’t exhaust or hurt ourselves.

The weather that day was, in my native Floridian opinion, perfect. High of 73, low of 49 and sunny.

I was feeling great and before I knew it we were at mile 10…double digits! Mary and I constantly were checking on each other during the race. One of the many reasons I was so thankful she was with me. Pretty soon we were at mile 13, half way there! We were still feeling great. It was probably around this time or a little after that things started to get real. By that I mean that the moods of the runners around us started to shift. I heard people that were really hurting and began seeing more and more people pulling to the side to puke. At first this freaked me out. I thought, “these people are here to run a marathon and they’re pooping out at mile 15? Why? Did they not train enough? Could I be next?” That little voice of doubt tried to creep in my head and freak me out but I squashed it…quick. I felt fine. I was properly hydrated and properly fueled. I trained hard for this. I was prepared.

Mile 17 came around…almost to 18 (which I heard was the breaking point). Mary and I were very focused on our running, but of course we made time for jokes and the usual comment “I can’t believe we’re really doing this. And I can’t believe we still feel good!” And there it was, mile 18. Two more miles and we would be in the twenties. We felt strong, we felt good, we were going to finish this.

By this time we were averaging a 14 minute pace. I wasn’t going to complain. We were having the time of our lives! I had read that it was good to keep an eye on the people around you in your corral during the race, to make sure you aren’t falling behind or speeding up too much. There were a few people that had been running near us for about the first 10 miles, so we decided to keep an eye on them. At mile 18 I realized we hadn’t seen any of them in a long time. Especially the guy in the kilt that we pin pointed. Yes, there was a guy running the marathon in a kilt…and he was our favorite. We realized that we had probably gotten way behind. Discouraging, but it was OK because we were only in this thing to finish it and not get picked up by the pace patrol.

People around us were drained, but we still felt strong. Thank you, Jesus. I don’t remember exactly what mile it was at, but at some point we were on back roads going through a very swampy, sewage area. It wasn’t exactly the pretty part of the run. Right around then a large, enthusiastic man behind us starts singing “We Are the Champions” by Queen. A few moments pass, and suddenly all the runners around us are singing it together.It’s at moments like this that you realize that these people aren’t machines. They feel pain. Running isn’t easy…it hurts. It’s the people that hurt and choose to sing through it anyway that are champions.

Eventually we were in the Wide World of Sports and holy cow. We felt like we were trapped in that park. It NEVER ended. At least it seemed that way. We were doomed to be trapped running in the Wide World of Sports forever and ever. And I had to pee. And there were no bathrooms, or bushes…greaaaaat.

All that water I had been drinking caught up with me. Earlier in the race we had managed to find one bathroom in Animal Kingdom with no wait at all. That was a miracle! After that every bathroom had a line that would at least take 8 minutes to get through. It got to the point that I couldn’t wait, so we jumped in a line at the Wide World of Sports (our least favorite park). Mary was gracious to accompany me. She’s a good mom. It took 8 minutes to get through the line, which really made me worried about the pace patrol grabbing us and kicking us out of the race. We hopped back in the crowd and started running faster. Then about 5 minutes later we see kilt boy run past us. Then the next few ladies we had been watching to keep pace with. “Oh my gosh! Mom! We didn’t get behind! We got AHEAD of everyone!” That bathroom trip put us back to the group we started with. That was very encouraging. And suddenly, were were out of the Wide World of Sports.


Running up the highway we approached mile 20. Holy cow. 20. Where did the time go? It seemed like we had just started this thing (well, kind of). And there it was…20. We passed it. Onto mile marker 21. Let’s finish this thing. We were both surprised how good we still felt. Obviously our feet hurt, but overall we were fine. We had been running for a very long time and wanted to see that finish line. “There goes mile marker 21. Keep going. We got this. We’re good.” Those were basically the phrases that we kept repeating for the next 5.2 miles.

Mile marker 22 came. Only 4.2 more miles. Holy. Freaking. Cow. “Ok, where’s 23? I want to see 23! No sign of 23. We’ve been running a long time and haven’t seen mile marker 23. What the heck? Ok some guy just said we’ve already passed 23. Three more miles!”

Those were the longest three miles I have ever run. I was tired; I felt good, but I was tired. At this point was the only “mistake” I would say I made in the race. I had been drinking a ton of water the whole time, and at mile 23 I was not about to stop and have to use the bathroom again, so I stopped drinking water at mile 23. Lo and behold, mile 25 comes around and I got the first cramp I had gotten during the race. Really?! Now?? We’re almost done! I had to stop and try to walk it out. Mary talked me through it, gave me pickle juice and started praying over me. Like I said, she is such a good mom.  I am so incredibly thankful that I had her with me. We walked it out for about 5 minutes and after that prayer she told me to start running. “I’m good. I’m good. Nope.” It came back. Walk it out, stretch it out, drink some water…we’re almost there. At this point I think it was more mental than anything, so I had to say enough. We called on Jesus, and this time I had confidence. He brought me this far. I was not about to walk across that finish line. So we ran. And right around the corner was our entire family!

Our family is LOUD. And they know how to have fun. Seeing them then and there could not have been more perfect. They cheered, they ran with us…they were so proud of us! Seeing them made it real. This was it. We were about to actually finish this thing. The next half mile was a celebration of how hard we worked. Our spirits were lifted. We reflected on all of our hard worked, joked about how we said after this race we would never run again, and before we even saw the finish line we started to get weepy. This had been our thing for nine months. It was the ultimate mother-daughter in law bonding experience. And here we were at the end. It was time to finish strong. This was the race to the finish line. 

Around the next turn was a gospel choir singing praises. How perfect! Wow. I heard some coaches on the side line telling us that the finish line was just around the next turn. I really hoped they weren’t lying. Those last three miles I had heard about 20 people saying “you’re almost to the finish line!” The encouragement is great, but it gets to be a little annoying after the 15th person says that and you aren’t there yet. We started turning a corner and there was the biggest crowd we had seen yet! We got all the way around the curve and there it was! The finish line! OH MY GOSH! I had never felt such an overwhelming happiness. There was Donald Duck dancing and cheering us on. We grabbed hands and put our arms in the air and I hear over the speakers,

“Melanie Yost and Mama Yost! Congratulations! You are a marathoner!”




Wait, Mama Yost? What? How did they know that’s your nick name? That was strange…and super cool.

And we crossed it. And I cried. That was it…we did it. But then we kept running! (Plot twist! Ok, not really…)

Mary goes, “Are we done now? Can we stop?” Hahaha! That was the best. We were delirious. How could we actually be done?

We were presented our medals, got some food and went to find our family to celebrate. I couldn’t believe it was over. We felt so proud. Having our entire family there to celebrate with us was just the best. Wow. Just wow. Here are some pics of our celebration:


Me and my sissy, Nellie


My husband, Martin, got to watch his mom and wife finish together


Our family is very loud and emotional. There were lots of happy tears


My youngest sister in law, Isa.


Mom and daughter


Martin and his mom…and his dad in the background disguised as a tourist 😉



As soon as it was over we started talking about our next race. We got the bug. I was officially addicted. And now we start training for our next marathon.

To all the volunteers, you have no idea how much you meant to me during this race. To the lady with the pretzels on the bridge, thank you. Your generosity and smiling face gave me extra energy. To the kid and his dad in the stands around the race track, you were so sweet to come out and just watch and wave to everyone.  To the woman who clapped for us and told us we still looked strong at mile 24, bless you. To every volunteer who filled up my water bottle and gave me food, thank you. You kept me going, literally. To the lady on the overpass with the sign that said “Pain now, wine later” you have no idea how excited that sign made both of us. And to every other person who showed us support, you are the best. I used to thank race volunteers probably didn’t mean much to the runners. Wow, was I wrong. From here on out I don’t care if I’m the only person standing on the sidelines of a race with a sign. I’ll know that to some person, that sign, that presence of just being there, will get them through their race.

And of course to my mother in law, Mary. This was one of the greatest experiences of my life. You took care of me, you pushed me past limits I never thought I would be able to go through. You were the best training partner anyone could ever ask for. I couldn’t imagine doing this race without you.

There you have it. Thank you, Jesus, for bringing us both through that race. In the end, You are the one that truly brought us to the finish line.

Plant Based Diet, Days 4-8 Recap

Wow! I can’t believe it’s been 8 full days on a plant based diet with no added oils. I am pretty proud of myself!

The Physical

So far I’ve lost 3 pounds and have seen major improvements in my skin. My energy levels are extremely high; I especially notice how energetic I am when I’m running. 3 weeks ago I completed a full marathon and have been doing small recovery runs since (2-3 miles). At the beginning of this diet I felt that my body was really still recovering from the marathon. I wasn’t sore any more but I was still pretty fatigued. However, the last few days I’ve been out running and just wanted to keep going! I know I owe that to the diet. I also noticed some mild plantar fasciitis starting after the marathon and now it’s completely gone. Thank you, plants!

My husband and I both were chatting yesterday about how our desire for meat and cheese it pretty much gone. In the first couple days we were really struggling with an addiction to it, but now the only thing I miss is olive oil. I love to cook Italian food and am used to using quite a bit of olive oil, mostly to bring out the flavor in things. On my plant based expedition, though, I am not using any oil…or salt. I didn’t realize how much I rely on those two things for flavoring. Needless to say, this diet is teaching me to get pretty creative with spices.

The Spiritual

My mental alertness has to be one of the biggest benefits I’ve noticed. I love reading my bible, but in the past have struggled with truly devoting 100% of my focus to what I’m reading. My mind wanders to things that are on my to-do list when I should be sitting and spending time with God. I pulled out my bible and began reading the book of John the other night, and for the first time in a long time I felt that God was speaking directly to me. He had my full attention. I can’t help but think that by taking better care of my body, I’m being a better servant to the Lord. I know that the Bible says that our bodies are temples to the Lord, but I never really thought about what that meant. I usually just thought it meant to not sin…but no! In my Christian faith I believe that the Holy Spirit lives in me. The best way I can explain the Holy Spirit is that it’s our direct connection to God. If I’m about to turn down a wrong road that could lead to a major accident, the Holy Spirit is the voice inside that softly says, “Nope. Don’t go that way today, take another route.” Anyways, if the Holy Spirit is LIVING in me, shouldn’t I be taking pretty darn good care of my body? Hello!

Another thought that came to mind was doing my part. As an athlete I pray that God will protect my body from injury. I pray that He will help me train hard so that I can win races. I pray that He will protect me from sickness so that I can be at my fullest potential. If I’m down here feeding my body junk that’s going to make me sick, but praying that God will protect me from sickness, I’m not entirely doing my part. Sure, God still has the power to protect me from sickness and injury even if I’m eating junk, but that just doesn’t seem like the right thing for me to do. Of course, God loves me no matter what. He’d love me even if I ate McDonalds every day, but I want to do all that I can to take good care of the body that He gave me.

And that’s what I’m doing…right here, right now. Day 8 of plant based eating. The best is yet to come.

Battling Addiction, Plant Based Diet Day 3 Recap

Today is the end of my third full day on a plant based diet. I think I could get used to this! My energy levels are still very high, as is my mental alertness. However, this diet definitely requires some mental discipline because (at least for me) it involves battling addiction.

Addiction to unhealthy foods, that is. I mentioned in yesterday’s post that my husband and my’s regular diet up to this point contained a lot of meat, dairy and oil. We are now eating veggies, fruits, whole grains and legumes and cut out added oils (even virgin olive oil). They don’t call it a “vegan challenge” for nothing. Having eaten meat, dairy and oil for most of my life and suddenly giving it up is a big transition. But, my husband and I decided to go into this together to lose weight and better our health and it’s working!

Luckily we both find each other pretty humorous and were able to laugh about it today. He really wanted some meat for dinner.

This was his, “I really want a steak but I’m trying to be thrilled with this vegetable soup” face…


This was probably the day that I realized that we are truly addicted to meat. Ethics aside, I know there are varying views on whether or not grass fed meats are healthy for us, but for me being addicted to anything is not good. So we’re battling it.

The good news is that we both are fully aware of this and are glad to be creating new, healthy eating habits. And we’ve both lost weight already! That’s a plus.

Until next time,

Stay classy, eat grassy. 🙂

“Vegan Challenge” Day 2 Recap


Today is the end of our second full day following a completely plant based diet. In case you missed the challenge that I’ve decided to take on, you can read about it here. I wanted to do a quick recap each day of how I’m feeling, mostly for myself, but also for anyone who’s interested in the effects of a plant based diet.

So far I am very full of energy! I also have felt very “light,” if that makes sense. I didn’t realize how much my regular foods were making me feel weighted down and sluggish. Yesterday both my husband and I were so excited to just be starting the diet, we hardly cared what the food we were eating tasted like. Today he mentioned that he was craving steak for dinner so I opted for a mushroom dish that we both loved (mushrooms are a great meat replacement!) This diet is completely different from what we normally eat, but this is a challenge that we decided to take to better our health. Our regular diet consists of lots of meat, dairy and oil. As you can imagine, neither of us have felt great. This diet is challenging us to eat more fruits, veggies and whole grains and teaching us to make them delicious!

While we’re only two days deep, we can feel the difference! It’s very obvious that we are feeding our bodies foods that they have been craving. It’s currently my bed time and while I would normally be exhausted, I have energy left to burn. That’s something I haven’t had in quite a while.

It’s much too early to start monitoring different aches and pains I deal with from running, but I’m sure I will have updates on those soon. In the mean time, stay tuned for more vegan recipes and some recent race recaps! 

Be blessed! 🙂