The Fit Girl’s Guide to The Best Protein Powders

Many of my close friends, family members, and likely some of my readers now, know that I am an eating disorder survivor. Without going into major detail about that part of my life (I could write about it for hours), I have spent years with trial and error trying to come up with a fitness and diet routine that works best for me. I’ve experimented with everything under the sun from weight lifting, yoga classes, at-home workout videos, and hours upon hours of kicking my butt on any & every cardio machine. I’ve dieted to dangerous extremes; eating only fruits & veggies for a week straight, the “military diet”, the “Egg Diet”, and everything else you can find on Pinterest or in Women’s Health Magazine. As women, I think we can all agree that it takes a little practice and a lot of sweat (might I add tears) to get to the level where we feel comfortable and confident & we are constantly looking for ways to enhance our endurance, improve our strength, and perk up that booty. Thankfully, I have finally learned after all this time that it’s important to treat my body kindly– to give it exercise

“Voices of early-returned LDS Missionaries: The Daily Universe”

“Overtime, I learned that I served exactly the time I needed to serve and taught the people I needed to teach.” When I was thirteen years old, I attended an EFY (Especially for Youth) the summer before eighth grade and my counselor had asked us on the first day to think of questions we wanted answers to. They could be gospel related, familial, or academic – anything we wanted – and she promised us by the end of the week, if we sought for answers from the scriptures and prayer, we would receive an answer. The question I wrote was: am I meant to serve a mission? I had watched my older brothers prepare and serve and I felt that experience was something I wanted. During the week, I read a particular scripture in Doctrine and Covenants that influenced my decision. The spirit was so overwhelming in that moment that I knew I had my answer. From then on, I tried to live my life in a way that was preparatory for a mission and read that scripture on a daily basis. I served in the Illinois, Chicago mission for exactly seven months. I entered the MTC on July

3 Easy Meals That Guarantee a Happy Husband

I’m no Betty Crocker in the kitchen but in my year & three months of marriage, I have learned the value of making meals for your spouse. Honestly, it’s one of my favorite things to do as a wife. With Aaron’s rigorous work schedule, we don’t see each other much, let alone eat together. He leaves the house at 8 a.m everyday only to return home sometime past 10 p.m. (and often times it’s as late as midnight) but although it’s difficult for us to be apart all those hours in a week, I owe a special thanks to my collection of BuzzFeed’s Tasty Videos that many of us enjoy watching as well as my handy 5 Ingredient Favorites cookbook. I’ve found that as I send him out the door with any of his 3 favorite meals, I also send him with a little wifely love. They’re my favorite, too, because they are simple, quick, and most delicious. #1. BBQ Chicken Pinwheel You may be more of a homemaker than I am and make everything from scratch, but I’m totally not! One day, maybe, but for now I appreciate the refrigerated Pillsbury Crescents, Sweet Baby Ray’s BBQ sauce, finely shredded cheddar-jack cheese,

Why Bad Habits Are Actually Good For Your Relationship with God

Let’s chit-chat about bad habits, shall we? For starters, the plastic shopping bag. “But I need those bags!” say the plastic bag lovers, but what we really mean is we love those bags to carry groceries, pick up pet poop, discard vegetable peels, or line the bathroom trash can. Plastic bags are not a need. They are a habit. A routine. A convenience. And it’s one I want to break. Basic needs include food, water, exercise, sleep, shelter, clothing, education, and for some of us, Diet Coke (I’d say coffee but I’m trying to encourage the Word of Wisdom). Nowhere is there mention of plastic bags. Anyway, habits come in various flavors; good, bad, and in-between. I consider my plastic bag habit bad because they suffocate my kitchen drawers and the more I collect them, the more I depend on them and confuse it with necessity. Other bad habits I have are staring at bright screens before I go to sleep, cracking my knuckles, and tossing my socks on the floor. Sometimes we get comfortable with these habits/routines/conveniences that it’s hard to imagine life without them. Another bad habit that people, mostly women, have is tying their self-esteem to their weight. Yes, hang