I made something for you – with spring coming up soon and everyone in a panic over this COVID-19 virus spreading – here are a few things you can do for self care. I hope you enjoy!
I made something for you – with spring coming up soon and everyone in a panic over this COVID-19 virus spreading – here are a few things you can do for self care. I hope you enjoy!
I hope everyone is having a great holiday so far, even though it’s still early in the day. For this entry for Blogmas, I have decided to do my Personal Wish List.
This year was a difficult year, and is still difficult for myself and my small family. With moving back to PA from WA in the end of March, to our wedding in May, and to still not being caught up on bills from the big move… the second part of this year has been rough. Without going into too much detail, my husband and I were both sick twice with a cold already, we had snow 2 weeks before Thanksgiving (wtf?! it’s not even winter yet!), we both had a few serious episodes of depression and anxiety throughout October November and some of December, and we seem to just keep trucking on with no real reason at this point. We’re just trying to remain happy, calm and spend as much time as we can with each other to try and combat the depression we’ve been feeling.
Because we’re still in debt from the move and catching up on payments and had sick spisodes preventing us from working a few days… I decided to share my Amazon Wish List with you and highlight a few things that we need for our apartment and home life and what’s on my Christmas List. Your Christmas List is supposed to be things that you would never splurge on for yourself, however, with the recent events of this year and being broke, it seems my list grew to be things that I or we actually need that we don’t have much money for sadly.
Kinesiology Tape Precut My husband and I both have back problems. We love using this tape on our back for therapy and use it constantly, but it’s sometimes expensive to keep buying it for both of us to use, and have started to use it sparingly.
Elevated Garden Flower Planter Bed We have a small yard, and with our back problems it’s sometimes hard to bend over for long and garden, and it’s usually me who takes care of all of it. Having raised gardens for our plants would be amazong and something my husband always wanted for each year because it’s easy to clean up, rake, harvest and saves garden space!
DEWALT TSTAK Tool Box We have way too many tools. Way too many and the box we have everything in is just too heavy and we need an actual toolbox or two to fit everything.
Kitchen Island Cart We have very little counter space in our kitchen. So little, that I can’t even make cookies unless I clean off my kitchen table and take the table cloth off, and no room to put hot pots or pans that come out of the oven. We plan on re-doing some of the kitchen and making room for this.
Again, I know Christmas is supposed to be for things you really want that others splurge on for you that you would never buy for yourself mostly, but in our case, these are things that have been on my list and have wanted for awhile that we could really use. Instead of a new Urban Decay eyeshadow palette or new Apple Watch in order to upgrade, I’m chosing most of this stuff.
It’s Friday, and you all know what that means! Another guest blogger! Thanks to Jess for informing my bloggers about eating disorders and how they are linked to mental health. Please remember to check her out on her social media below and give her a follow.
I’m Jess and I created a blog last year to continue the conversation about mental health. I discuss my experience with an eating disorder, depression and anxiety, and I hope that by sharing my story I can empower others to talk about their mental health and seek help along the way. You can find me on the following social media as well: Blog, YouTube, Twitter, Instagram
“I wish I had an eating disorder”, or “I have tried so hard to have an eating disorder” are just some things I have heard from people and even friends, and it has made me wonder why eating disorders seem to be so glamorized when I know the truth – and it is far from glamorous. I am not angry at friends and individuals for saying these things, but it does make me so concerned that there are people out there wishing they could have this life. I think the media is partly to blame for this, people with eating disorders are often presented in the media as young underweight females with this magical ability to restrain from food. Often the media forgets to highlight that many people with eating disorders are actually at an average weight or can be overweight, they can also be from a different gender, and it can affect different age groups. The media does not highlight that eating disorders are a mental illness that can affect anyone, and when you have one it can become one the darkest periods in your life, I would not wish an eating disorder upon anyone.
In Australia, eating disorders have the highest mortality rate out of any other mental illness, is that something people want? There are so many people out there who have no idea about eating disorders and think it’s a lifestyle choice, which it is not. This is not something I woke up one day and decide to do; this is a deeply rooted mental illness. This does highlight for me that there needs to be higher awareness in the media about the true extent of an eating disorder, as well as developing early intervention education programs within schools that educate young people on what exactly an eating disorder is.
For those who do not know, there are serious health risks that come with having an eating disorder. My immune system used to be so low currently that I would get sick instantly, and when I got a common cold it was not a typical few days still able to function cold, I become very seriously ill which meant taking time off work and missing out on social events. Something a little too TMI but should be told is that you screw up your bowels when you have an eating disorder, I became so constipated at times I have been in tears from the amount of pain and discomfort I was experiencing. I also lost my periods for a while and was told I had increased my risk of infertility, and as you get older this becomes a scary thing when you start to plan your future and consider the possibility of children and realise you may have ruined your chances.
Due to the constant vomiting over the years I would often get tonsillitis frequently throughout the year and have a severely sore throat a lot of the time, I have had an infected mouth and throat which was not pleasant. By the age of 21, I had my first tooth removed, and have been paying a ridiculous amount of money to try and save the rest of my back teeth. Other people with eating disorders suffer from the ruptured oesophagus, stomach and intestinal ulcers and can develop osteoporosis. Moreover, people who suffer from an eating disorder can also have irregular heartbeats increasing the chances of heart failure, and can also be at risk of kidney failure. Above all, the most significant risk of an eating disorder is death, which scares me so much when I hear people wishing they could have an eating disorder while individuals are dying from the illness.
I could never imagine myself saying I wish I could have depression or I wish I could have anxiety, so why do people think it is acceptable to say they wish they had an eating disorder? Eating disorders are a mental illness that crushes an individual’s self-esteem and confidence. It becomes an obsession and a means of control for people, it becomes someone’s life and energy and becomes utterly exhausting trying to control it. Eating disorders are so much more than wanting to lose weight; it is a mental illness that takes that lives of so many people. So please do not wish you had an eating disorder, because it is not fun or glamorous, it is incredibly lonely and debilitating for people.
We are so accustomed to doing things for others without a second thought, but when it comes to ourselves we just keep putting it off. That was me my whole life until I started to feel walls closing in and realizing I needed to make some positive changes. I had gained weight, stopped exercising and had gotten into some unhealthy habits.
So I decided to change. First of all, I started a new healthy eating regimen, after my doctor told me I needed to even though I was on cholesterol meds, because of my family history of heart problems, I decided to listen to his advice. This coupled with the fact that my daughter was getting married and I wanted to look and feel beautiful that day. So my new journey began….
First, I started cleaning my eating completely. No more junk or processed foods. It meant more planning of meals. This was also going to benefit my husband, who has some health issues, to eat healthier. Food shopping took longer but included lists of recipes and foods to include. I looked for high-protein, low carb foods to infuse my diet with color and taste. I scanned Pinterest daily for new recipes to cook fish, some new vegetables I discovered (butternut squash, escarole) and varieties of chicken recipes to get rid of the “Oh not chicken again” reaction to dinner.
Next, along with a good friend, I checked out some exercise studios near me. I started by going to use machines but felt as if I was bored and needed something more to keep me interested. We tried a few local places that offer a free class and finally found a place we now go to about four times a week. I started enjoying yoga, piloxing, Zumba and triple fit programs. And before you know it, the pounds came off and my confidence grew. I am proud to say that I lost over 20 pounds and tightened up to looking spectacular at my daughter’s wedding if I can brag just a little bit.
It would be the first and only brag of my life. So now every day I push myself to remember how I felt that day and try to stick to my new plan. Some days I do slip up (especially on vacation) but the trick is to not beat yourself up, but rather to remind yourself of your humanness and the need to work on ourselves every day. It is a day to day journey. Keep putting yourself first in your own life… you only get one to live so give it your all and reach for the stars.
Elaine Gallagher is an elementary educator and publishes a blog entitled HealthELiving. Through this she has shared her journey to a healthier lifestyle. I just wanted to thank Elaine for contributing to my guest blogger showcase through February 2019. I keep getting more and more submissions in from amazing bloggers all over the world and I feel honored to share their stories. You can see the blog post I shared on Elaine’s blog here – my Classic Rock Sunday Morning Playlist.
Like life, our blog has gone through an evolutionary process over the past while, part of which grew us to “Thoughts From The Wilderness”. It’s about relating how nature and the outdoors intersect with our daily lives; our struggles; and ways we might be able to triumph over issues that are hindering us. Our desire is to inspire others to: get outdoors; discover yourself; find inspiration.Sometimes the hardest part is simply taking that first step to climb over whatever personal stumbling blocks are in your path. We’d love it if you would like to follow along this journey with us. Our blog can be found at https://justabitfurther.wordpress.com; on Twitter, Facebook and finally on Instagram
Everyone has seen fences. We have them along two sides of our property; one wood and one chain link. Just walk down the street and you’ll pass fences of all descriptions. They can simply be for decoration along the front of a lawn; to surrounding a school yard; to marking the perimeter of a farmers field.
They are used to keep things in or to keep things out. We build them ourselvesor someone else builds them for us. They don’t spring up out of the ground, like dandelions on our lawn.
These are the mental or emotional fences in our lives to keep things in or out…whether they be people, emotions, hurt, or pain, just to name a few. These invisible fences seemingly provide a sense of protection and comfort, as we live our lives.
Emotional fence building starts early in life. Unfortunately, these fences get re-enforced and strengthened as time goes by. They get built a little higher on a daily basis.
In as much as physical fences can be made of wood, concrete, brick, or wire, the emotional or mental fences and barriers we build can be constructed out of:
The building supplies needed to construct the emotional fence of fear can be found all around us.
For many of us, there were two or three things about fear we figured out, or conversely didn’t get a good grip on.
Because we feared failure; we also learned the“fear to try”.The hideous part of all of this is the spiral of “fear to try and fear of failure”. This corrals us into a never-ending cycle of mind-numbing conformity of living life on a treadmill.
We may fear starting a new career or asking a special someone out, or being in a long term relationship. Perhaps it’s the fear of success as it is unknown how life could be changed as a result. Are you afraid of being pushed out of yourcomfort zone?
It is fear that tells us that we don’t have the correct skills for a new position; when in fact we do. Fear convinces us that our new colleagues may not like us. Fear also convinces us that we are comfortable where we are; that life is good enough.
We fear intimacy or to be in a relationship. We may have been hurt in the past and the fear of rejection or being hurt again whispers to us; “don’t go down that road again.”As a result of this fear; we don’t. We turn down an invite for coffee, afraid it may go further. We come up with every excuse under the sun, when that perfect someone shows interest in us. Even if we get into a relationship, our subconscious sabotages it because we fear the emotional intimacy.
The fears we have can appear to be real. Nevertheless, fear can pin us down like superglue. This results in us being stuck in a place we truly don’t want to be. We desire to move on in our lives; to grow and live life full-out, but fear holds us back.
The fear of failure leads to the fear to try; which leads back to a fear of failure. It is a vicious cycle.
Self worth (how we view ourselves) is often tied directly to the level of self-esteem we have. At some point early in our life, we started to build those emotional fences, because we may have felt unloved, awkward, or incompetent.
This can be a life-long construction project. The materials needed to construct the fence of self-worth can get delivered right to your front door by the truckload. Perhaps they show up on a daily basis. People with low self-worth are hyper-sensitive to the criticism and actions of those around us. The greater threat, however, in the construction of this emotional barrier can be found within.
We don’t believe in ourselves, like everyone else does. Everyone encourages you saying, “you have got a great talent for this or that,”but you don’t believe them, so you never try.
Every time that happens, you add yet another board to the fence of low self-worth. It slowly gets constructed higher and higher; year after year, until it becomes almostimpossible to knock down.
The nails holding the boards together become stronger each time it happens. The boards become thicker and heavier.
You may hear negative comments, so you choose to never try. What might have been your destiny in life had you not allowed others to erect your fence.
We come to believe we don’t have the talent, ability or skills to succeed in various areas of our life; while those around us believe we are capable.
Poor self-worth keeps us penned in from entering into meaningful relationships. Why would they like me? How can I love others, if I can’t even love myself?
Like fear; negative self-worth and low self-esteem are personal…real personal.
Like the boards on a wooden fence rotting away over time, so does trust.
I read some place that trust is a “fundamental human experience”necessary for society to function and for any person to be relatively happy. Without it, fear rules. Trust is not an either/or proposition, but a matter of degree; and certain life experiences can impact a person’s ability to trust others.”
Issues of trust may come from experiences in childhood, such as inadequate love and affection, mistreatment or abuse. Perhaps you experienced bullying during your school years. Whatever the reason, these experiences have culminated into our adult relationships. It is harder to trust people if your self-esteem has been kicked out of you over time.
As an adult it could be a traumatic life event such as the loss of a loved one, an accident, illness or perhaps you have been the victim of physical violence. These issues could very well lead to your inability to trust in the goodness of others. It might have been with a partner who broke that trust bond with you.
It could be all of the above. Trusting others, as well as trusting one’s self-care becomes a major issue.
It can be helpful to remind yourself that your current circle of friends/family may not be responsible for past events. It isn’t fair to them to make assumptions based on the actions of someone completely different from your past. It can be a hard process, but building trust is a choice, and building trust in any relationship takes time, especially if your trust has been shattered.
The fence of “trusting others”can be hard to change and renovate. But, it can be done.
The past often creeps into perceptions about the future. Unfortunately, the past gets carried into the present as the “baggage of life.”And we allow it to happen.
The tricky thing about emotional fences is that we may not even know we’ve built them. We don’t realize we allow the past to build yet another fence of emotional baggage when we get involved in a new relationship. The hideous part of this is, if we haven’t dealt with issues from our past, we are potentially sabotaging this new relationship; which just may be the one that has long-term potential.
If we never deal with past events, our feelings of fear and hurt continue growing until we somehow crazily justify the whole mess…and the cycle continues.
We do the same thing over and over and wonder why the results are always the same.
Fences that went up in the past don’t have to define our future.
Some fences we build on our own; some get built by others.
Regardless of who constructed them, complex structures require complex solutions.
We travel through life and convince ourselves we’re comfortable. We tell ourselves this is all we deserve. We base this on the fences and barriers we have built around us.
We build fences made out of our insecurities; our fears, our self-defined inadequacies, our lack of faith or our approval from others. Other fences get built to protect a broken heart, or to hide who we really are. Maybe we build a fence so we can’t be wrongly defined by society.
Board by board; wire by wire; higher and stronger the fence gets built. Thus; we live within the fences created.
A good reminder when we build fences around our emotions, is that it doesn’t just keep people away from us, it also keeps us from moving forward. Fences keep things in and inhibits us from moving forward. Like fences surrounding a prison, we become emotional prisoners.
Often, fences have a window that looks out at others. Every so often we peek out admiring those who appearfree. They walk freely, run freely, love freely, seeminglywithout any walls stopping them.
“How can I be like them?”Our window to the world opens in the fence WE ourselves have built.
There is good news. It’s not all doom and gloom.
As physical fences can be torn down, emotional walls and barriers can be knocked down and overcome.
Yes, it will likely be difficult. Speaking from my own experience, it is and was a difficult and challenging process to go through. But, a necessary process.
In fact, it may well be very difficult at times and you may need help. If we tried each day to punch a brick or take a board off the fence, someday there would be no fence at all.
Even if the fence only becomes smaller, we’d still be better off. When the fences come down, we can be like those walking freely, running freely, and loving freely.
How do we start dealing with the complex, difficult, and painful issues surrounding those emotional barriers in our lives?
….I’m just going to say this and only because it relates to me and me only. This may not be you or you may not be in a place right know that reflects this….
First, you need to makea decision to start; a real decision. That is what I did. With fear and anxiety in making that difficult choice, it was a decision I needed to make. In fact, it was the only correct decision.
What are the fences or barriers made of?
A critical component is to identify what is keeping us a prisoner. Identifying and exploring what those barriers are helps to give us perspective, self-compassion and thus the catalyst to start the healing process. Remember, when you were born, you weren’t worried about building walls to keep from getting hurt. All that came later; much later.
Once we identify them, the work starts to destroy those false beliefs, and to get rid of them so that you can move forward in life. If we thinkwe’ve dealt with thembut have only done so on a superficial basis; we can easily fall back into them. We revert to what is familiar to us.
You can’t escape from behind these barriers and move on in life if you keep retreating back into what is familiar.
This may not be an easy process, it certainly wasn’t for me. If you know you need to deconstruct these emotional barriers, remember you are not alone.
A good therapist can help you put in the effort and work needed into tearing down emotional barriers; barriers that can hinder us from a more fruitful life.
Therapy can help us with:
Remember, we are social beings; we were not made to go through life alone. There are plenty of people out there to support you and to be with you along this journey.
My wish right now would be for all of us to move outside of our comfort zones.
I don’t know what may be involved to move you from your “comfort zone” to that place “where the magic happens”. In reality, you may not be in the right place to start the work necessary to deal with the emotional fences in your life.
If that’s where you are, that’s okay. Tomorrow, however, may be your day. Regardless of where you are at the moment or where you want to be in the future, there is hope.
Fences are broken down one post at a time.
As I wrote in the beginning, our desire is to inspire others to: get outdoors; discover yourself; find inspiration.The hardest part sometimes is taking that first step to climb over your personal stumbling block.
Perhaps today, you can take that first step.
Thanks for reading!
Huge thanks to Glen for writing this and wanting me to help promote this post on The Unsanity. I feel it’s a perfect representation of what we all may feel from time to time. I think we can all learn something from this entry, so please, I hope you took the time to read this.
“Sometimes even to live is an act of courage.” -Lucius Annaeus Seneca
“When people kill themselves, they think they’re ending the pain, but all they’re doing is passing it on to those they leave behind.” -Jeannette Walls
“The bravest thing I ever did was continuing my life when I wanted to die.” -Juliette Lewis
It was September 7, 2001, I still remember it like it was yesterday. I was 15 years old and I felt like my life was over. I look back now and I can see that my life was not horrible. I was blessed more than some kids my age. I had a roof over my head, lots of people that loved me, a good relationship with my mom and dad, and I wasn’t being abused in any way. However, we had just moved and my world felt like it had been twisted upside down. I had to quit Varsity cheerleading and leave all my friends behind. We were only moving about an hour away, but I wasn’t driving yet so it wasn’t going to be easy to see my friends on a regular basis. The new school I was attending didn’t have cheerleading and I just felt like an outsider. I never felt like I fit in there.
Like I said it was September 7, 2001, and my family and I had just gotten back from a football game in the town we had just moved from. I was so excited to get to see some of my friends and a friend of my moms even offered to let me move in with her to finish school, but my parents said no. I think seeing everyone that night actually made it harder. I still missed everyone there, but at the same time, I felt like I didn’t fit in there anymore either. I felt lost and defeated. I felt completely alone. I’m a believer in Christ, and with that belief comes the belief in evil. I believe that Satan took advantage of my loneliness and tried to steal me away from God and my family that night. I remember getting back to the house that night, after crying the entire way home, and I went up to my room and I literally hit my knees and prayed, “LORD, take me home. I don’t want to be here anymore.”
Later that night, my mom asked me if I was going to bed and I told her that I was going to stay up a little while and watch TV downstairs in the living room. She has since told me that she wished she would have followed her “mom gut” that night and stayed up with me. She just felt wrong about me staying up alone that night.
After my parents went to bed, I went to the kitchen and got 3 water bottles out of the refrigerator and I climbed on top of the counter and proceeded to pull the Zoloft, Tylenol, and IBProfen out of the medicine cabinet. I remember this night in detail, but it was almost like an out of body experience. It was like I was watching myself from above doing all this and part of me wanted to scream out, “NO! NO! What are you doing?!?! STOP!” I felt robotic. I felt numb. I had made my decision and I was going forward with it. Let me just state, I had not been planning this. This was a split decision that came from a very dark, dark night of loneliness. I went back to the couch in our living room and as I watched Three’s Company on TVLand, I began to take one pill at a time. From there, it begins to get a little foggy, but I remember something very, very clearly. God was watching out for me that night. I remember looking over to the other side of the room, and leaning up against the wall was my grandmother, my step mom’s mother that had recently passed away. She looked at me and shook her finger, almost like she was telling me, “no, Lana. It is not your time yet.”
The next morning, I vaguely remember my mom coming down the stairs, seeing me, and then yelling up the stairs to my dad, “Lana tried to kill herself. Call 911.” I was in and out of consciousness at this point. My dad carried me to the car and we drove to meet the ambulance on the main road because we lived about 10 minutes out of town. Come to find out later on, I must have thrown up during the night at some point, and that was the only thing that saved my life. The doctors said I took enough medicine that I shouldn’t have survived. I do remember getting a tummy ache and feeling very full. I think it was because I drank so much water to get all the pills down, but whatever it was it saved my life.
I won’t go into detail about the next few days. I was in the ICU in San Antonio for a few nights. I will say this, I am loved. I had grandparents from all over Texas drive all night to get to me. I even had a grandpa from Louisiana drive 10 hours to get to the hospital to see me. No one made me feel like I had failed. No one made me feel like I was a disappointment. They slept in chairs in the ICU waiting room and took turns coming in to sit with me through the night because only one person was allowed in at a time. I was reminded that I wasn’t alone, that I was loved, and that no matter what I had a family that would love me unconditionally.
How did I heal? Well, strangely enough, my little brother, who was 9 at the time, had a lot to do with my healing process. He and I had always been close growing up and I took solace in that. I slept in his room for the first two or three months after I got out of the hospital. We would stay up and watch movies on nights that he didn’t have to go to school, I would read to him, and we would play make-believe with his cars and horses. I will never forget how my little brother would watch over me, even when I moved back to my room, I would wake up some mornings and he would be curled up at the foot of my bed or on a blanket on the floor next to my bed. To this day we have never talked about my attempted suicide, but he did tell my mom a few weeks after it happened, “Mom, I am so glad my sister didn’t die.” Love really can heal all wounds, especially love from your little brother.
I stayed home from school for a couple of months, taking part in a home-bound program. I had a teacher come to my house daily and we did my lessons. My mom and I got to spend a lot of time together during those days before I started back to school. We made a point to laugh every day. I started seeing a counselor and open-communication became even more mandatory in our house.
I lived that night because God wasn’t finished with me on earth. A few days after my attempt, my mom told me that her sister and my grandmother had woken up that night and felt like something was wrong and they felt an urgency to say a prayer for me. I truly believe that Satan reached into my darkness and whispered in my ear “this is the only way.” But Satan is a liar and I am here to tell you that God still has the ability to perform miracles and spit in the face of Satan because I am still here today. I vowed from that day forward to do something with my second chance. That is why I am writing this blog. I hope that I can change the life of some lonely child or adult out there that is contemplating taking their own life. Stop for just one moment. Breathe. Ask for help.
There is light at the end of the dark tunnel. You can make it through this. You can fight out the darkness. As a parent of two boys, I also want to speak to the parents out there. I can’t imagine losing a child. I asked my parents if I had given any signs. They both, sadly, said I didn’t. I was still smiling. My teachers were shocked because I was “always smiling” at school. My dad did say that you need to remain connected with your children. That sometimes we get caught up in the day to day of trying to provide for our families that we forget to check in with them. Be vigilant of your children if they are dealing with huge changes, like a move. My mom said, “trust your gut.” She felt like something was off that night and she didn’t feel comfortable about me staying up alone to watch TV, even though I did it all the time.
According to the CDC website, ” Suicide is the third leading cause of death for youth between the ages of 10 and 24 and results in approximately 4,600 lives lost each year.” Here are some things to look for in your children:
Don’t be afraid to ask for help. This to shall pass. Have faith that you are stronger than the situation you are currently in.
Send me a message if you ever feel like talking to someone. I will always answer.
“The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.” John 10:10
Hi everyone! Nice to meet you!
I’m Gabriela – vegan + baker + proud owner of a new subscription box – TokiBox (which I created back in May this year.)
My box is all about healthy vegan goodies like superfoods, healthy snacks and eco-friendly accessories.
I became vegan a few years ago after watching a documentary about animal cruelty and I’ve been vegan since then. I don’t think I could ever eat animal products again, that’s why I created my box. A place where you can get healthy snacks and superfoods that nourish your body and gives you energy and happiness. Because it is true that you are what you eat.
I have started cooking and baking around the same time of becoming vegan – because I was discovering a new world filled with foods I never tried. I grew up a small village in Romania – so there were some of the fruits, vegetables and pantry items I’ve never seen.
Now I cook because it makes me relax, distress and create amazing stuff! It has become on of my hobbies.
When I don’t work at my box (being an online business is sometimes a 24hr job) I enjoy taking photos in nature, running and doing yoga J. I love photography and the outdoors.
I’m super happy to do write for this blog and I want to thank to Koral for the opportunity to connect with each one of you and share one of my favorite recipes.
If you’d like to check out my box head over to our website: http://tokibox.co
I’m happy to introduce you to one of my favorite fall recipes, perfect for the holidays and fall season.
These cookies are a healthier version of the traditional chocolate chip cookies that I love to recreate in the fall – winter season, because makes me feel so cozy and happy!
Ah, and I have to mention that it has one of my old time favorite ingredients: PUMPKIN.
Cookies are my favorite dessert and I enjoy decorating them with all sorts of stuff and serving them with
“weird” combinations like peanut butter and nut milk or plum jam and almond butter!
I love baking them as well because they are easy and fast to make, plus everyone in the family loves them!
I have tried tons of cookie recipes since going vegan, but I personally fell in love with this one and I hope you do to!
This recipe is healthy, with no dairy or butter and with delicious vegan chocolate chips-it can be optional in case you’re going for a healthier treat, and it is under 30 minutes.
These cookies are going to come out super fluffy and not oily. I like serving them with a glass of non-dairy milk. For this photo I used pea milk from Ripple, but you can use any kind of milk you want and toppings! Go crazy with them!
This is a super healthy cookie recipe you can make ahead of time and snack on throughout the week. It is filled with protein and vitamins from the tahini and pumpkin. Eat food that nourishes your body.