Banana Pancakes

                It’s Sunday!  A day of rest and relaxation and in my house, it’s a day for a big, delicious breakfast.  And because I recently discovered a healthy version of one of my favorite recipes, it’s also the day I’m going to share it with you.  But first, do me a favor and open the link below in a separate window.  This particular post calls for a little background music.

                Thanks, Jack.  That’s right my friends…today we’re making healthy banana pancakes.  I don’t normally love the pancake.  When I was a kid, chocolate chip pancakes were kind of my life (yolo) but since I’ve gotten older (and nutritionally self-aware) they don’t grace my breakfast plate too often.  Which is why, when I announced to my husband during my pre-bedtime yoga routine, “Man, I really want some pancakes,” I knew this weekend would be a perfect time to share this recipe with my blog friends.  You can find the recipe here.  I discovered it on Pinterest.

                (Side note: when I announced this at 11:30 on Thursday night, all I got was a look and an “Okay…” from said husband.  He didn’t know he’d be playing such a pivotal role in making this post a reality.)


                So these pancakes are all kinds of wonderful and let me tell you why:  they are ridiculously easy to make, they are deeeeeeelicious, and best of all, they’re low in calories.  So let’s get started.

Step one: Gather ingredients


Step two: Throw that stuff in the blender (the recipe says to grind the oatmeal into powder first but ain’t nobody got time for that.  I also only put half the banana in the blender; I save the other half for slices to add to the pancakes later on.)

(Note: It will look completely disgusting when you put it all in the blender.  You’ve been warned.)

(Note: It will look completely disgusting when you put it all in the blender.  You’ve been warned.)

Step three: Blend it up! 


Step four: Pour it out (easy to do since you’ve got the mouth of blender working for you.  No ladles necessary!)


Step five: Pre-flip, add a few thin slices of bananas


Step six: Flip!  (Don’t get crazy though—some bananas just want to watch the world burn.  They go rogue and they jump outta the cake.  No good.)


Step seven: Wait until you’ve got a nice golden brown and then flip them out of the pan and onto a pretty polka-dotted plate.  (Or, y’know, whatever you’ve got going on.)


Step eight: Repeat until batter is gone.



Aaaaaand done!  Do a little quick clean-up and you’re good to go.  And the greatest part of this whole thing?  You can eat all of those pancakes for 255 calories. 

Happy Sunday indeed.


Thanks to Jack Johnson for the background jams and the super sexy Jeremy Jeziorski for making such tasty photos to accompany this post.


My favorite scar

There is something beautiful about all scars of whatever nature. A scar means the hurt is over, the wound is closed and healed, done with." — Harry Crews

I think I just fell in love with a new quote today.  It felt so perfect for what I’m about to write—how I’ve closed a wound in my heart that I’d kept open too long.  And instead of another issue to work through, I’ve got a scar.  A new scar, a beautiful scar, a scar that tells me I accomplished something I thought was totally impossible.

I learned how to love myself.

It occurred to me the other day that I started this blog planning to talk about one thing and I’ve ended up wanting to talk about something else.  Like, a lot of the time.  Anyone else notice that?

I think it started when I moved to my own website.  I no longer had the words “FULL-FIGURED” yelling at me from the address bar or the top of the page and I guess, maybe, I felt a little liberated and felt like I’d been given permission to write about other things that interested me.

Not so bad, really.  In fact, it’s been quite fun.

But I realized something else, while I was realizing all these other things (Sunday, although truly a day where not a lot happened, was apparently chock-full of realizations) and that’s that I haven’t been writing about my struggle with body image because…I…don’t really struggle with body image that much anymore?

Wait.  What?

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2013-10-15 12.09.25

When the hell did that happen?

Truthfully, I don’t know.  I can’t pinpoint the precise moment I decided to love and accept myself exactly as I am.  Starting the blog was monumental, obviously.  I was able to publicly deal with a lot of dark and twisty stuff that I’d been bottling up for a long time.  What was even more amazing was everyone sharing their stories and struggles with me and all of us working through our crap together.  It was awesome.  It still is awesome.  Please don’t stop telling me about yourselves!

But anyway, I was pinpointing.  Or not pinpointing.  Or…whatever.  I guess at some point I just decided to stop believing all my own bullshit.  Actually, I think I decided that if I could teach myself to believe all this bullshit about not being thin/pretty/in-shape/toned/tanned/etc. “enough” (whatever that means) then I could teach myself just the opposite, even if it took another 25 years.

Besides, who doesn’t love a super-sexy and confident woman in her fifties?

kim cattrall

kim cattrall

I know I do.

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2013-10-15 12.11.08

Don’t get me wrong, it’s still a bit of a struggle, but here are some awesome things that have happened since I changed my life a year ago:

-I am 100% healthier in body, mind, and spirit

-I can cook some pretty delicious and healthy dishes

-I prefer walking to driving anywhere

-I wore a bikini on the beach last April (and received an embarrassing amount of positive attention from the natives)

-I’m down a size in my jeans

-I can look at photos of myself and at my own reflection and go, “Damn girl.  You look good.”  (I did that today, actually.)

Like for instance, today my wonderful husband put up this photo of us:



Before, I know exactly what I would have thought, looking at it.  I would have focused on my arms and thought, “Ugh, they’re so fat and pale and unshapely.”  And I would have scrutinized my complexion and my double chin and probably found every reason in the world to hate it.

But sometime, over the last three years, something clicked in my brain and I can look at this photo and smile and laugh and tell Jer that it’s one of my favorites we’ve ever taken.  Why?  Because of my barely contained smile.  Because of the way my fingers and hands are bent at such a weird angle that I’m always going to be trying to remember what I was saying to him right before the photo was snapped.  And best of all, because of the way Jer is looking at me like I’m unlimited supply of pizza and hot wings.  Because we look young and happy and in love and it’s all kinds of perfect.

(Oh, and because my hair looked good and crazy that day, too.)

good hair

good hair

(See?  Good and crazy.)

It’s kind of amazing the difference a little love can make, especially when you aim that love at yourself.

So that’s what’s going on with me.  What’s going on with you guys?