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2013 in a Nutshell

So I’m sitting at home watching the series finale of Treme with my dog sound asleep next to me and I can’t help but think over the last year and what I’ve done.

In January I started grad school. Something I was proud of at the time but then realized I had jumped the gun too quickly. I also got rid of some extra baggage I was carrying around and found a new apartment to escape from my crazy neighbor.

February was ok.  Moved into my new apartment and woke up every morning drinking coffee on the patio and waving to my ex-crazy neighbor. I started a new part time job. New Orleans hosted a Super Bowl and the LSU baseball season opened.

March is the best month because it’s my birthday month. It was a month filled with shenanigans and the travelhood of the sisterpants. Operation “Wet Kiwi” was a success after two of my best friends broke into my apartment and surprised me with birthday shenanigans and general craziness. Oh, and that crazy neighbor? He got evicted.

In April I shared a plate of crawfish with Kirk Herbstreit and other members of the ESPN Gameday crew. It’s is the month that I’m most proud of. April is when I started Crossfit at Red Stick Crossfit.  Joining that gym was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made and I can’t thank the coaches and my fellow athletes enough for pushing me to my limits and beyond every day.

May was a month filled with craziness. Ms. Oakley turned 1 on Cinco de Mayo and we celebrated accordingly. I quit grad school, put it on the backburner and tried to figure my life out (which no 23 year old should have to do because it’s not fun).

June meant summer. Summer means freedom, well, kind of. LSU baseball made it to Omaha on the anniversary of Warren Morris’ 1996 CWS winning homerun. Tiger Stadium got a new field. Many sunny days were spent at my friends’ rooftop pool in New Orleans, and one of my friends taught me that those fancy sleeves they put on coffee cups is called a zarf.

The rooftop shenanigans and late nights in New Orleans continued all through July, with many trips to the Bulldog, car rides, and kids movies at 10pm on a Saturday night. I made my mom a TOTALLY non-paleo incredibly dirty yet incredibly delicious birthday cake (think cookie, brownie, cookie, brownie, cookie with vanilla icing between each layer covered in chocolate icing and sprinkles galore).

August brought me into the green smoothie lifestyle. Many summer WODs were completed in 90o+. There was a beach trip and Ms. Oakley found her way into the Gulf of Mexico and played in the sand. I started eating paleo and doing food prep. I also lost my car to a negligent driver to couldn’t see around a truck at a stop sign but thought it was ok to go anyway.  RIP Puf Daddy.

September meant fall (kind of). Fall means football. LSU football started and September also let me go play on the boat in the marsh and bayou for a few days. I got my first RX at Red Stick Crossfit and was incredibly proud of myself. I became addicted to stuffed pork tenderloin. I got a new car that I named Roux and became a grownup with a car note.

October was just junk. Roux got hit by a drunk driver in Downtown Baton Rouge. I had a 28-day rental in the form of a Ford Focus (aka tiny car). I got a crown and was told I was a princess by my dentist. FINALLY hung photos in my apartment after living there for almost a year. I stuffed pork tenderloin with bacon. Yep, I sure did. And I got Roux back just in time for Halloween.

In November I went full paleo and became obsessed with bacon. I tried cooking everything with bacon. And I mean everything. I even tried to convince my mom to wrap the Thanksgiving turkey with bacon. Yep, that pretty much sums up November.

Welp, December. December was a month of letdowns. I had two promising job opportunities that I had interviewed for and found out that neither of them wanted to bring me on as a team photographer. Yeah, I was sad but at the same time I realized that for one of them, I beat out 250 other applicants to become one of the 10 finalists. I went to dinner with my dad and the waiter thought we were together. That was awkward. I helped some crazy friends move into their new house, became BFFs with I-12, got the game winning touchdown in a college playoff game, and got excited over a new dishwasher. The filthy fifty Friday and 12 days of Christmas WOD both kicked my butt but I loved every second of it. And I ordered a small large at Reginellis. These things happen.

So it’s New Years Eve.

The last day of 2013.

I need to come up with some goals for the New Year, right? Hmmm.


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I really dislike ignorant people. A lot.

So yeah, I really don’t like ignorant people. In fact, I don’t like them so much that I hate them too. And before you get your feathers ruffled about another Duck Dynasty rant, cool your jets. This is a Crossfit blog. I’m talking about those people ignorant about Crossfit.

So I went out with a friend of mine last night. I hadn’t seen her in a while and she was going to meet up with some people so I figured I’d tag along. No big deal, right? Wrong. We sit down at Happy’s and start talking about different things, and when I declined another drink, I got judged for it.

“Why not?”

“It’s just one more drink.”

“Oh come on, it’s one drink. What does it matter?”

Well you know what, it matters a lot. I don’t drink a lot, and when I do decide to “let loose” I stop at like, 2. I know, I party hard.

Well, they began asking why and I simply said that I don’t really like treating my body badly. I’m a health nut and one drink is enough for me.

You know what happened next?

“You Crossfit don’t you.”

Out of nowhere. Neither my friend nor myself brought it up. It just came up in the conversation on it’s own, which was incredibly weird.

So I responded that I did, and that I was going to continue to not need another drink for the rest of the night.

“Man, y’all are all the same. Thinking you’re better than everyone else because you go to the gym and snatch, do front squats and burpees. We did that sh*t in football.”

That set me off like dynamite. I didn’t respond though, just sat there in the corner of the booth making awkward obvious eye contact with my friend, visibly mad.

Do I think I’m better than you? No. Absolutely not. I don’t know your life or honestly want to anymore. But you know who I am better than? The person I used to be.

I don’t think I will ever understand the hate for Crossfit. I will admit, I was a little scared to start Crossfit back in April. Hell, I had wanted to start in December 2012 but I kept putting it off. Then when I finally bit the bullet, walked into the box and started working out, I realized that Crossfit is where I belonged.

I think a lot of people who are ignorant about Crossfit express this for a few reasons.

They think Crossfit is dangerous and you will inherently get rhabdo. WRONG. Do Crossfit properly and listen to your body and you won’t.

Crossfit is going to bulk you up (talking to the ladies here).

Do they look bulked up? Didn’t think so. That’s toned y’all.

Everyone who Crossfit HAS to eat Paleo or Zone. Hah. That’s funny. There are lots of people I know who eat Paleo, either strict or 70/30, 80/20, 90/10. When I started Crossfit, I just ate kind of healthy. Then I started eating Paleo, and I’m not going to lie, I saw a definite difference. But whatever, it’s their life, let them live it!

Lastly, the cult atmosphere. People say that Crossfit is a cult. You drink the koolaid, join a box and BOOM, you’re a member of the cult. Eh, let them think that. But you know what this cult does? Support you. Workout with you. Help you. Guide you. This “cult” that non-Crossfitters judge do so out of ignorance*. The people I workout with have become my friends. We socialize together, hangout, help each other, push each other. If you’re one of the last people finishing up a killer WOD, would you rather just hear the beats of the music playing through the gym or the screams of support from your fellow Crossfitters?

“Push it!”

“You’re almost there!”

“Finish strong!”

I’m pretty sure the vast majority of people would choose the screams of support. Just sayin’.

Don’t be ignorant. Don’t knock it before you try it. Just live your life and let everyone else live theirs. You don’t have to be all up in everyone else’s business.

And lastly, don’t let ignorant people push you down. Stand tall and pick up that weight again.


*This sentence was not meant to make you think we’re better than you, but I know it sounds that way so I’m just letting you know that that’s not the case.

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In search of Mr. Right?

I think the vast majority of girls and “young women” I know will tell you that we’re all looking for Mr. Right.

Someone compatible. Someone who enjoys your hobbies. Someone who gets you and respects you. We all want it right? So why does it take some people a lot longer to find said person, while other people are seemingly only single for a few weeks between their significant other? Because they settle.

And Mr. Wrong is what happens when you settle.

I’ve seen far too many of my girl friends do this. They don’t like being alone so they just pick right back up with someone new, even if that person is just a temporary placeholder. Seen it far too many times.

I’m not really one to talk though. One serious relationship and I’ve been single since. That was 4 years ago. I’ve always enjoyed my independence, and you know what? I get criticized for it. Why do people think it’s not okay for a young woman to just be single and enjoy her independence these days? I’ve already had my share of Mr. Wrongs. I just want to wait. I know the next guy I date might be another Mr. Wrong, but you know what? There’s a chance he could be Mr. Right.

So what makes Mr. Right Mr. Right?

Thought Catalog brings up 5 points.

1. The myth that “all guys are the same” is in fact, a myth.
2. Have standards but be realistic.
3. Sometimes, timing really is everything.
4. Do not limit yourself to your environments.
5. Give him a chance because you never know.

I agree with ALL of these.

No two guys are the same. Ever. Personality? Different. Work ethic? Different. How they treat their bodies? Different. How they treat the women in their life? Different. Every. Single. One. Is different.

Everyone needs to have standards, but you can’t rely on Channing Tatum and Adam Levine to set your standards. You can’t rely on what you see on TV or in the movies to what happens in real life. You have to do you.

Timing? Have you ever tried to force a cap off of a bottle and had the bottle break in your hands? Yeah. Try doing that with a relationship. You can’t force these things. It just has to happen. Give it TIME. (It’s so difficult for me to write that out because people keep telling me this.)

You definitely can’t limit yourself. Why? Timing might be perfect and you walk out of some random store you’ve never been in or some random city you’ve never explored and you might end up meeting Mr. Right. Get out of your comfort zone (something else people tend to tell me a lot). He could be the guy holding the elevator open for you or hands you your coffee in the morning at the drive-thru.

You never know until you try. It’s like beating a dead horse with how often my mother tells me this. If you never say yes, you will never know. Don’t kid yourself. You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take (yeah, I know, how cliche).

Now, some things I’d probably add, just personally me. My Mr. Right? He should respect his body and understand that being healthy is part of life. My lifestyle has personally completely flipped. I like being healthy. Healthy is who I’ve become and Mr. Right should respect that. Which brings me to my next point.


Every woman needs to be respected. Call me old fashioned or whatever, but when a guy holds open a door for me, brings me flowers or even walks me to my door, I still get butterflies in my stomach. It just feels so right. It also feels great when a guy picks up the phone and calls you and asks you out on a date, not to just “hangout”. That’s respectful.

I’m probably going overboard with this one, but Mr. Right isn’t necessarily going to sleep with you on the first date. I mean, a lot of guys will want to. Let’s be real, guys think about sex pretty consistently, but Mr. Right should respect you and your decisions and he should be ok with waiting until you’re comfortable with it.

I absolutely love getting all dressed up and going to dinner with someone who can rock a suit. There is nothing more attractive than a guy who wears a suit well (ok maybe that’s a lie because Crossfiters can look pretty damn good covered in sweat and dirt).

I’m pretty sure I’m not the only girl who experiences this either. At least I hope I’m not.


Is vodka paleo?

While I personally stick to an 80/20 paleo diet, I also try to eat gluten free whenever I can. This includes drinking. Thankfully, I’m not a big fan of alcohol, but I do have a drink or two when I’m out with friends every now and then. I always find myself asking other people, or even myself, “is this paleo?”

Ok, so I know there are SOME people who need a little kick of something to survive the abundance of family members around for the holidays.

My go to? It’s a toss up between Tito’s and Ketel One. Sadly, neither of these are technically paleo, and I always cut it with water to try and make up for that.

Tito’s Handmade Vodka is made right in the heart of the United States, well, kind of. It’s made in Austin, Texas. The only thing that strict paleoholics might have an issue with is that while it claims to be gluten free, it’s made from corn. While I personally don’t have a problem with this, I know some people might.

Ketel One, while not gluten free, is super smooth and clean. Distilled in the Netherlands, it’s made from wheat. So it’s neither paleo nor gluten free.

I’m trying to switch to a paleo-friendly vodka so I’m going to start changing my pickings when it comes to vodka.

So let’s learn about vodka.

Vodka is a distilled alcoholic drink made from grains, potatoes, soybeans, grapes, rice or sugar beets. Since it’s distilled, technically there shouldn’t be any gluten left in it but there’s always the chance for cross-contamination and whatnot. Because of this, it’s always a good idea to go for a non-grain based vodka such as potato vodka instead of wheat vodka if you’re trying to stick with a strict paleo diet.

Alcohol is definitely extra calories, and some strict “my body is a temple” types might not like to drink (I was one of those, I get it), some might just want a drink every now and then (like me now).

Some of the best paleo friendly vodkas are those made of coconut, fruits, honey, and potatoes.

Grape Vodka – Ciroc

Potato Vodka – RWB, Chopin

Other alcohol related shenanigans

To manage your body’s insulin response to the sugars found in alcohol, mix spirits like tequila or vodka with soda water, ice, and a squeeze of lemon or lime juice. Avoid fruit juices (like cranberry juice) which are basically liquid sugar, and tonic water, which is also high in sugar.

Other paleo-friendly options are red wine, white wine, champagne, brandy, cognac and tequila. Winos should choose the least sweet wines when possible. These include Pinot Noir, Cabernet, Merlot, Sauvignon Blanc and Albarino. Steer clear of beer, bourbon, gin, grain-based vodkas, scotch and whiskey.

Remember, before you pour yourself a glass of any type of alcohol, consider your health goals and overall eating habits. Only then can you make the smart choice about whether or not you should drink. Keep in mind that your liver can’t help you with fat burning if it’s busy detoxifying alcohol (why I don’t drink a lot).

Any active person can’t maintain a high level of health if they’re drinking alcohol frequently or in large quantities. You know that happy place you get after you hit a buzz? It puts stress on your liver. This then creates a strong insulin response and dehydrates your cells.

Always drink extra water when you planning on having a few drinks. Stay hydrated!

And please, please, PLEASE don’t drink and drive! You drink, you drive, you lose!

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Guys, take notes

I love the Thought Catalog. Like, love. There are so many posts on there that I can relate to it’s ridiculous.

Like this.

17 Sexiest Things a Guy can Do.

Y’all are great. Lots of fun and great to be around (most of the time). You tell funny jokes at the right moment and anyone who can make me giggle is destined to win at life.

Patience. Patience is HUGE. There really isn’t a lot to be explained here, just be patient with me.

Music isn’t that big of a deal. Just don’t be annoyed by my singing of country music with the windows down and the radio up while it’s sunny and 75,

Massages? Yes please. Times a thousand. Especially deep tissue. Anyone who can maneuver around my knotted up shoulders and back is a godsend.

Please please please clean up well. There are so many times when I want to play dress up and meet up with friends or a guy and they show up in jeans or shorts and a tshirt, all while I’m “gussied up” (one of my best guy friend’s favorite phrases). Suits are hot. Guys who clean up well are hot.

Respect our friends. Nothing bothers me more than getting comfortable with a guy then finding out he wants you to forget about every platonic guy friend you have. These people were my friends before I met you, what makes you think they won’t still be there after I leave you and your attitude?

Be confident. We can tell when you’re not.

Be passionate about something. ANYTHING. Just please don’t let it be serial killers. Or the mafia. Or anything scary.

Kids? If you’re good with kids and show you’re good with kids it will make a woman swoon.

Those little gestures? You know, holding open a door, letting the lady walk through first, eye contact, pulling a chair out or opening a car door? Guess what. They still exist! Chivalry is NOT dead!

R-E-S-P-E-C-T is key and it means a lot to me. Respect my mother, my father, and my siblings. Respect my decisions and be kind. Being protective isn’t bad either ya know.

I’m guilty of this one. I don’t like stepping out of my comfort zone. It makes me uncomfortable (duh). Having someone guide me out of there and be adventurous with me? That would be awesome.

Make an educated effort to contact someone you’re interested in. Personally, I am a grammar queen. I will not respond to a text that says “WYD” or “R U ready?” How difficult is it to spell out a word? You went through high school and hopefully college. Come on, use your big words. I know everyone is busy these days, I, for one, work a crazy weird schedule. Don’t text me at 3am wanting to “hang out”. Not going to happen.

Don’t be two-faced. Don’t be afraid to show your true self. I mean, if you’re in it for the long run and hiding things about yourself, they’re going to sow up eventually. So might as well let them out now, right? If you tell me you can catch, clean and cook a fish and you can’t? I’m going to know.

I know men are emotional. I know men show this facade of strength because they don’t want to be viewed as weak. It’s ok to show emotion. It’s attractive y’all. Everyone affects everyone else. Everyone has insecurities, you don’t have to act like nothing is wrong all the time, because oftentimes, something is. It’s ok! Take a deep breath and don’t be emotionless!

Bonus points for being a dog lover. Personally, my dog is my life and she was here before you, and she can be here after you. Be smart about these things. But please love dogs. They’re amazing.

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Spinach and feta stuffed pork tenderloin

Ok, this is kinda-sorta-paleo. Kind of but not really, blame the feta. But it’s still really good and pretty clean!

What you’ll need:
– 1 2lbs pork tenderloin
– 1-2 cups fresh baby spinach, chopped
– 1/4 cup feta cheese
– 2-4 slices pork bacon, broken up
– 1/8 cup medium onion, chopped finely
– Chicken broth
– Spice rub (I get mine pre-made from Whole Foods)
– Skewers

What you Do:
– Preheat the oven to 400* while preparing everything else

– In a skillet, cook your bacon so that it’s cooked thoroughly to your liking. I say this because I know not everyone likes their bacon the same way. Once it’s cooked, set it aside.

– Rinse the pork tenderloin and trim the fat if you want to. Then butterfly the tenderloin lengthwise so that you end up with a large flat slab of tenderloin. You want to be able to unfold and refold the meat. Set aside until the stuffing has been prepared. I take a meat tenderizer and flatten it out a little more.

– Spread the spinach across the meat then top with the feta and bacon.

– Close the meat up the best you can. I use bamboo skewers to help do this.

– Add the chicken broth to the bottom of the pan to keep the meat from drying out.

– Cook, uncovered at 400*F for 20 minutes. Once the first 20 minutes have passed, reduce the heat to 350* and cook for another 45-50 minutes. When the time is up, turn off the oven but allow the meat to remain in the oven for an additional 15 minutes.

Sorry for the lack of pictures for this one!

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Christmas is around the corner y’all!

I know everyone has probably been on their best behavior lately (or at least trying to be). Making your lists, trying to gauge your naughty / nice percentage from the past year, preparing for your life to be bombarded by family members you haven’t seen in a while. The list goes on and on and on.

Speaking of lists, what is on yours for this holiday season? Mine is kind of short and sweet.

All I want for Christmas is a Triggerpoint Cold Roller, workout clothes and someone to help me clean out my closets and actually get rid of some stuff. And to watch Elf over and over and over and over again with hot chocolate, candy, candy canes, candy corns and syrup.

Now, I know it’s a STRUGGLE to stay on target and keep eating clean during the holidays.

But you can do it! I have faith and so should you! Stay motivated and on target and I promise it will be worth it in the long haul. I have a few new recipes to share with y’all soon, and I hope they’ll be as amazing as they sound.

In the meantime, please do not get discouraged. Remember that the glass is always half-full, regardless of how you see it.

And focus on the trapezoid, not always the paper hat (you can, however,  wear a party hat to a party and still eat like a trapezoid).

Food Pyramid

If you and your family have an Elf that hides in your home during the holidays, please look here. It’s awesome and hilarious the things you can do to spark your child’s imagination.

Oh, and Happy Holidays from The United States Air Force Band 🙂