There are so many reasons why I love Atlanta! The career opportunities are endless, the cost of living is one of the best in the country, and the restaurant scene is amazing and continuing to expand. The history, arts, and culture is unmatched, the entertainment/ nightlife is always a blast, and the weather is great because you get to experience all four seasons. Let’s not forget about the airport. It’s the busiest airport in the world, and 80% of the U.S. population lives within a direct 2 hour flight from Atlanta- you can’t beat that with a stick!
For as long as I can remember, cheesecake has been my all time favorite dessert. I made my first one back in college and once I realized I could make them pretty good, I never stopped. I’ve made all kinds from classic, to strawberry, to Oreo, to pumpkin spice, to banana Nutella. I mean seriously, the options are tremendous.
No meat. No fish. No dairy. No bread. No pasta. No alcohol. No coffee. No tea. No sugar. No soda. No juice. For 21 days. Yes, you read right, 21 days! You’re probably thinking “Well, what in the hell did you eat?” And I have to be honest, I thought the same thing when I decided to do this fast. But after doing some research, preparing ahead of time, and getting pretty creative, it honestly wasn’t as bad as I thought. I had plenty of fruits, vegetables, beans, grains, nuts, and water- but my most essential ingredient was a whole lot of prayer!
A few weeks before Sanai was born, I started to imagine how she would look. She’d be chocolate like her mama and have those beautiful dreamy hazel/green eyes like her papa. Wrong. I also imagined how quickly she’d develop. She’d be crawling by 6 months, walking by 10 months, and talking by 12 months. Wrong again.
Okay, I know it’s been a while, but I’ve been so busy with the holiday season. Anyway, to start off my 2018, I’m doing a spiritual fast in lieu of doing new years resolutions. This fast requires me to eliminate all of the following: Meat, dairy products, oil, sugar, sweeteners, bread, pasta, white rice, coffee or juice. Basically, I’ll only be eating fruits, vegetables, legumes, nuts, whole grains, and water. I know that sounds intimidating, and trust me, I was scared out of my mind and didn’t think I could actually do this. But 2018 is a year for new challenges, right? So I’m going to do it!
I don’t know about you, but my 2017 has been a hell of a ride. By the grace of God, there have been many high points and accomplishments, but life wouldn’t be life if those great moments weren’t accompanied by some bumps in the road. As the end of the year nears, I begin to wonder if my year was as productive as I had hoped for. Needless to say, there has been a whole lot of self-reflection in this last month of 2017.
Milestone birthdays are always the hardest. And when it comes to the kiddos, every birthday feels like a milestone. So the question was: 1 year party or 1 year pictures? Which is more important? Which has more impact? Will they even remember the party?
If I got paid every time I saw someone say “relationship goals” on social media, I could quit my job and focus on Cup of Consuella full time! How amazing would that be? No, but really, I kind of cringe when I see people say that for a number of reasons. The biggest reason is simple: there’s no way you should call something a goal simply because of the pretty picture that may be painted on the outside. People shouldn’t be “relationship goals” because they drive nice cars, because they go on lavish vacations, or because they had a (sponsored) 1.7 million dollar wedding *cough cough* The Wopsters.
My alarm goes off at 6am. I hit snooze until about 6:15am. I wake up and check my email and respond to those that need immediate attention. I get out of bed, I shower, I brush my teeth. I rummage through my closet and find something to put on. I lay Sanai’s clothes out for Richard to dress her. I go down stairs and get her bag ready for school. I come back upstairs and do my makeup. Richard gets ready. We leave the house. We drop Sanai off to school. We go to work. Richard works overtime. I work all day. I stumble out of the office. I pray there isn’t too much rush hour traffic so I can pick Sanai up from school on time. I cringe when I get there and she’s the last baby to be picked up. I get home. I play with Sanai. I feed her and get her ready for bed. I tidy up. I make dinner. Richard comes home. We eat. We watch a TV show. We shower. We go to bed. My alarm goes off at 6am.
Sanai turned ONE on Saturday. Crazy, right? I’m still appalled at how quickly this year flew by. I went from refusing to let her leave my eyesight at the hospital when she was born to now planning her first birthday party. I literally don’t know where the time went, hence the party theme: One Year in a Flash!