Let me preface this post by admitting this: I am not from the southern United States. According to my Ancestry DNA, I am less than 7 percent Italian. But hey, I have this piece of paper (from a UC-accredited culinary school) hanging up on the wall of my bedroom that says that I am a pretty decent cook. I crave cheesy polenta grits, but sometimes I just don’t have the energy to stand in front of my stove constantly stirring.
As someone living with fibromyalgia and gout, I am often trying to find ways to blend in and not draw attention to myself.
This week, I couldn’t do that.
Yesterday I used the term, “people fixer.” These words make me cringe.
I have realized that many people are not broken…therefore they don’t need to be fixed.
I am not perfect, and I am not a licensed mental health professional, but this is what I know.
The following story was submitted by my best friend, Becky, in hopes that others will read this and relate. I am so proud to share her words with you below!
I am obsessed with ice cream. Lately I have been really into making my own home made concoctions, because I can get my ice cream fix using quality ingredients…for a fraction of the price.
This recipe is a bit of a sorbet/ice cream hybrid, as it uses almond milk for a bit of creaminess…but it has all the intense, deep flavor of a sorbet. Bonus: it’s lactose-free!
I’ve debated creating this post for a while, thinking that it could come across as self-indulgent. But then I realized…whenever I see people “getting real” on social media, I applaud them for not painting some false perfect picture of their lives.