6 months already!

That almost sounds like the new parent “our daughter is 6 months old already” statement, but today it means we have been vegan for 6 months.

Six months ago, John and I watched “Fork’s Over Knives,” the next day we became vegan, it has changed our lives. I can not believe how simple this lifestyle change was for us, not once have we faltered, knowingly. I am sure we have accidentally had something that wasn’t vegan, especially while eating out, they are so sneaking adding dairy to sauces, dressing, dips.  But that’s okay.

We have more energy, have lost weight, are happier, feel fantastic and I am amazed how powerful food really is.  It’s crazy how our taste-buds and sense of smell has changed too.  I can’t stand the smell of meat now, especially when it’s raw at the market, even fish is a bit on the nasty side for me.  And yogurt (an old time favorite before) smells so nasty I can’t stand it when Kennedy (basically a vegetarian) eats it.   How is it possible that a cheese loving, yogurt eating junkie now can’t handle the smell of either?  Power of plants I guess.

Below I am going to share a current favorite salad of ours, we all love this Mango and  Black Bean salad.  I found the orginal recipe on a can of black beans (I don’t remember the brand) and have tweaked it to be what we consider perfection.

Doesn’t this look yummy!

Mango & Black Bean Salad

1 can Organic Black Beans, drained and rinsed

2 Mangos, diced

Half a Red Bell Pepper, diced

6 Green Onions, sliced thin

Handful Cilantro, chopped

1 Lime, zest and juice

1 squirt Sriracha (or your preference of hot sauce)

Combine all ingredients in bowl, toss and enjoy.

Fluffing the home

Fluffing the home, what does that mean?  I will tell you in a moment, I just need to get something out there first.

I have been super stressed out the last few weeks, why? because family can be crazy.  I am not talking about my husband, child, cat, I mean family members outside of your little unit.  I am sure we all have at least one and you wonder how on earth you are related, that is the person I am talking about.  They make no sense, ad un-needed stress, make un-wise decisions and destroy relationships with other family members. It’s so hurtful, confusing and just makes me want to scream, but I am not going to because we are working really hard on teaching Kennedy that it’s not okay to scream inside. That’s all about that, now on to fluffing.

Fluffing.  In Molly’s world that means rearranging the decorative items in your home, the paintings, knick-knacks, trinkets, dust collectors, what ever you would like to call them.   Fuffing is one of those crazy things I like to do and when I am super stressed I can’t stop myself.

Yesterday was one of those days, I spent the first four hours of my day fluffing.  Not one painting is in the same place, trinkets that were in storage are on display, everything moved- except the furniture.  I am so lucky to have a husband that just says “wow you have been busy, it looks great in here.”  Here is a little sneak peak:

Do you fluff your home? I am sure I am not the only one, although I might be the only one who calls it fluffing.