Five Thangs Friday

Five Thangs Friday #4

It’s Five Thangs Friday #4 – which means its a habit ya’ll! Happy Friyay! I hope your week is going swimmingly and you have some time for rest this weekend. This week has been smoother for me – we’re finally getting more settled in and into a routine, and I’ve figured out timing for my drive in to work (which is key in Chicago). It’s crazy that if I leave at 6:45 my commute is 30 minutes, but lord forbid I wait til 6:50… then I have to drive for 45. Math isn’t my strong point but that shizz does not make sense. I digress. Let’s get to my five thangggggs for the week!

1.THIS vest

A couple months ago, my husband surprised me with a beautiful Patagonia sweatshirt. I’ve been going through a Patagonia phase. Basically, I am convinced that because they often have collars, they can pass as business casual. I know that that’s not true, but let me live!

Anyways, he bought me this sweatshirt but got it in an XS. This was a flattering gesture, but I’m a small in good ole Patty. I ended up exchanging it for two things on the website and only liked one, so returned the other (Side note: did anyone else think that the Los Gatos fit super strangely?)

So this week, I exchanged the other item for a dad vest. My husband got an e-mail when I purchased it and I received this text:

SO ANYWAYS – the dad vest came in the mail yesterday and I am loving it.

I may live in this thing you guys. It’s so cozy and has three pockets. THREE! I can keep so many snacks on me! #noragrets For anyone who is wondering, this is the retro pile women’s vest. Patagonia lists it as a slim fit, but it’s not. I could have work an XS in it no problem.

My husband said I look like Mr. Rogers – on a good day. I’ll take it!

2.My blood test results came in!

A few months back, we purchased an EveryWell blood test to test female hormones for fertility. I had an eating disorder in high school, had been on birth control for nearly a decade and lost an ovary in 2016, so I was not sure what my hormone levels would be like. I submitted the test in January, only to have them say that there was not enough blood on them. So I redid it last cycle (you need to take blood on the third and nineteenth day of your menstrual cycle so timing is everything) and got my results yesterday! I’ll be doing a whole post on what I learned but short story: I am pleased with my results!


I usually have breakfast every morning before work, but because I’ve been getting home later than usual this week, I’ve been eating dinner late. This is making me not want to eat at 5am as I usually do. SO I’ve been making these smoothies in the morning which are a) nutritious AF and b) fun to drink on my drive! I get frozen organic berries at Costco, throw in a small banana, some broccoli sprouts and some coconut water and I’m good to go!

Side note: check out how millennial my mason jar is!

4.This episode of This American Life

What podcasts do ya’ll listen to? I’ve been listening to a podcast in the morning and then allow myself to listen to music if there’s time left. I’ve been really digging This American Life this week, especially this episode! It was fun and amusing and exactly what I need in the morning. Also, who doesn’t love a good rom-com?!


Last week, I was sick with some type of cold or flu for two days. Friday rolled around and I was finally beginning to feel better. This was true, until Friday night. My husband and I sat down to eat dinner and I realized I had a strange pinching feeling in my hand. I brushed it aside and went along with my night. I was able to fall asleep for an hour, but woke up with the worst pain in my hand. It felt numb from my shoulder to my fingertips, and hurt so much I couldn’t go back to bed. I spent that night nursing my hand with some ice broccoli, which did not work.

By 4am, my husband was awakened by the sound of the rustling bag of broccoli I had brought to bed. Hubby is mad into mobility training and taking care of his body. He promptly massaged my arm and back and GUESS WHAT?! The pain disappeared. Basically, I am learning that I am growing older and that I need to be proactive (begrudgingly). So foam rolling and stretching has been a highlight of my week. I need to go the gym, but because this week had so many events after work, I’ll have to begin next week!

This is me, chilling with some broc!

So there’s my week, in iPhone photo form! Plans for this weekend include a real estate class, and hopefully putting my clothes away so I can stop living out of a box and running out of underwear! Happy Friyay lovelies!

Pill Shmill: Why I Say NO to Birth Control

I was 14 when I first got on the pill. I had gone into the doctor, complaining of acne, and I walked out with a prescription for birth control. This was the norm (and probably still is today). If only I could go back in time and have 24-year-old me swat that prescription out of 14-year-old me’s hand. By the time I was 23, I had tried almost every type of birth control. I had been through countless pills, the ring, and the Implanon. I had not one, but two IUDs. Some worked for a short period of time, some showed their side effects a year in.

Fast forward to March of 2018. My husband and I were at the airport, waiting for our flight to Germany for spring break. I always forget something when I travel, and this time, I realized it was my pill pack. *Cue the panic attack* If I went home to get it, I would miss my flight. If I left, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to get a pack in Germany.

I decided to not miss my flight, and we made it to Germany. During that flight, we discussed my options. Was this a sign that I should once and for all get off of birth control? I had been getting more granola that year. I had traded in (most) diet Cokes for kombucha. I religiously checked the Wellness Mama website. I ate grain free granola. I had also read about the potential harmful side effects of the Pill – and not just bloating and weight gain. That year, I had read the Period Repair Manual by Lara Briden. She discussed how periods while on the pill weren’t actual periods, but rather chemical periods. Could it be possible that it had been nearly a decade since I allowed myself to have a real period? Could my use of hormones have contributed to my loss of an ovary? These questions haunted me.

During that flight, I decided I was done with hormonal birth control. I had read about other methods, and when we landed, I looked into them. The one that seemed most reliable and simple was an app, called Natural Cycles. Basically, all you had to do was take your temperature every morning, at the same time. You plugged that into the app, and based on that, it would tell you if you were fertile or not, thus acting as birth control, without the gross chemicals.

It took a while to get used to this method. I had to remember, first thing in the morning, to take my temp. I had to set alarms for weekend mornings, to ensure that my temperature was taken within the two hour window for consistency. The mild inconvenience was worth it though. My body felt better than ever. My cycles, for the first time, were consistent. I had more energy and less head fog. I came to the realization that flushing hormones through my body had been doing more harm than good.

I am not saying that hormonal birth control is the devil. It has contributed to society in many ways. It’s allowed women to take control of their fertility and their body. It has been a God send to women who struggle with painful periods. However, it is not for everyone, and the research is showing that. Women who try to conceive immediately after getting off the pill often have a difficult time. Some studies say that it has increased chances of PCOS. For me, it just made me feel… bad.

SEE! It IS possible to have a regular cycle without crap in my body!

As I get off my soap box, I guess I should get at my point. My point is that we, as women, should take ownership over what goes into our bodies. Doctors prescribe hormonal birth control so frequently, and very rarely will discuss harmful side effects. That’s not their fault – that’s what they’re taught. Look into things. Don’t just trust the man in the white coat sitting across the table from you. Listen to your body. If you feel like sh*t, do something about it! No one knows you like you do. To this day, I am grateful AF that I forgot the pill pack that snowy day in March. Who knows how much longer I would have stayed on if that hadn’t happened?