As I sit on the couch (on Mother's Day) and work through my pre-labor symptoms, I wonder about what type of mother I'll be. 
With motherhood approaching so soon, it's easy to be overwhelmed with all the feels. Can I do this? Will I be a good Mom? Will I fail? Is it too late to change my mind??? It's all so exciting, surreal, nerve wracking & intense. 
I also miss my mother, today especially. She wasn't particularly maternal and there were plenty of things she could have done differently in raising me, but she was mine. In spite of our tumultuous relationship through the years, we loved each other unconditionally. And as much as there were times I really wished I had a different Mom, I know now that I wouldn't have traded her for anything. She learned as she went. We grew together. Sometimes she was my parent, and when depression got the best of her, sometimes I was hers. I became strong and independent because I had to be. I also learned what type of woman I didn't want to be. 
For much of my adult life, I was convinced that I'd never have children of my own. I didn't want to become my mother and I certainly didn't want to raise children the way I was raised. I was terrified of repeating my mother's mistakes. And now, here I am, blessed with the child inside of me. For the past 9 months, I've grappled with my fears and found peace in pregnancy. The bond I share with my unborn daughter gives me courage. I know, beyond the shadow of a doubt that I am going to be a loving, fierce & protective mother. I'm going to give my daughter  everything she needs. And I'm going to do it all because I've learned so much from my mom. She loved me the best way she knew how and I can take it from here.
In short, I can't wait to meet Isabella, to hold her in my arms and cover her in kisses. I have so much love stored up for her & she's about to fill a void in my heart that I never knew I had until now. I hope I see myself within her but, I also hope I see my mother there too. This child is strength & beauty & love in human form and we're going to help each other be amazing.
Happy Mother's Day to all the mothers out there. Thank you for doing your best and helping your children grow. It may not be easy, but it's worth it. And, if you're not a parent, just make sure you take time to give thanks to the ones you've got. Whether they seemed perfect or not, they created you. And you are here, now, in all your glory. And that is everything.

Well, as many of you already know, I've been suffering the symptoms of P.C.O.S. (Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome), ever since I decided to rid my body of synthetic hormones (birth control) almost 2 years ago. Causing significant weight gain and terrible acne.
The whole purpose of this blog was to chronicle that journey and see what changes I could make to my body naturally.
Last month I started a Beachbody program called P90X. (Power 90 Extreme). It's a 90 day, intense, at home workout program, geared toward getting your whole body in amazing shape, while strengthening your muscles.
I wanted to share with you my *gulp* before and current status pictures. I'm only a third done with the program now, so I'm truly excited to see what my "after" pictures will look like.
Now, I took my pictures without any makeup to show my acne progress too. So, I look pretty hideous in them, I.M.O. It's really hard for me to share them, but I want to share how much progress I'm making. It's important for me to be able to inspire and help others if they need it.

I have to say, I'm really proud of myself so far.
And I know I'm going to look and feel even better as time goes on.
Not to mention that my skin is clearing up and other P.C.O.S. symptoms are subsiding, as my body is changing.

If you have an interest in shaping up, or helping others achieve success, then please contact me, either by messaging me here, through facebook or my coaching website: beachbodycoach.com/vegantoria

I hope this has been inspiring and I'd love to hear your feedback.

So much love to you,

Spidey FTW!!!
Because who doesn't love Spiderman? Seriously, the dude is ripped! 
And soon enough, I will be too.

I've started the infamous P90X program. Ow ow! Yeah, it hurts. But it hurts so goooooood.
My partner in crime (Jeremy) did it twice in the past and he got killer results. For those of you who haven't seen it before, check out his page: Ripped Raw Vegans. Those are muscles boys & girls. Now, I don't necessarily want to look like that, but I want to get toned and see what miracles my body is capable of performing. It helps that he's doing another round of P90X now. We're on different schedules, but it's still nice to know that we're both working on our goals.
I'm on week 3 and loving it. I've already lost 3 pounds and my strength is improving. Just another weapon to battle my P.C.O.S. (For those of you who don't know me or haven't followed my blog yet, I'm battling a 20 pound weight gain from this endocrine disorder. And I refuse to resort to medication.) P90X is definitely helping. And I'm excited to see what I'll look like on my 90th day. Eeee!
Trying this new & challenging workout has inspired me to go even further with the program and become a wellness coach for Team Beachbody. Because I love P90X so far and I've really enjoyed other Beachbody workouts in the past (Insanity & Hip Hop Abs), I believe in their programs. And I would really love to inspire people with my progress while helping others achieve their own fitness goals. I just ordered another one of their programs, Chalene Extreme. Gonna wait on that one until I finish P90X. Don't want to overdo it.
All I can say is, I know the ultimate results that I desire will come, if I put in the effort and give it my all.

Have you ever wanted to try a Beachbody program? Well, you know where to turn if you want to try it out. I can offer great deals on their programs and products. Feel free to check out my coach website: beachbodycoach.com/VEGANTORIA  
 Now I'm just gonna keep on keeping on and being your inspirational work in progress.


Peace, love & flat bellies,

When my friend Aaron challenged me to compile a list of 100 things that bring me happiness, I jumped right to it. And I must say, it was a lot of fun to think about all of the little things that bring me joy. Even making my list was a blissful experience, allowing me to relive moments of mirth. I recommend that everyone start jotting down their own list and feel the delight in all of the wonderful things that surround your life. It's a good reminder of what we have when we feel despair. there is always plenty to be grateful for.
Here is my Happy Hundred: 

1. Running by the ocean
2. Snuggling with the kittehs
3. The feeling of accomplishment after starting the day with some good cardio
4. The 3rd floor loft/ library/ sanctuary
5. Reading in bed while scratching Jeremy's head as he drifts off
6. Smoothies in the sun (see also watermelons)
7. Adventures with Aaron
8. Annoying Emily after she's tormented the other cats
9. Hiking & camping in the fall
10. The fall (smells, tastes, colors, sweaters, boots, pumpkins, Halloween, hay rides, corn mazes)
11. Feeling light after completing a to do list
12. Being a partner/ owner of my own store
13. Riding bikes and seeing the deer & bunnies on the island
14. Sunsets by the water (sun-gazing)
15. The comfort I feel in a library
16. My bamboo sleep-shirt
17. Meditation
18. Positivity blogs, channels & books (i.e. SoulPancake, Eat Mangos Naked)
19. Purgatory Chasm
20. Hammock time
21. Being hugged (genuinely)
22. Learning the ukulele
23. Brazil & the faith that I will someday soon, be back there
24. My beautiful, wondrous, hilarious, talented friends
25. Completing 100 squats in a row
26. Discovering new artsy, indie flicks or music
27. Vegan restaurants
28. Vespas
29. Brain games, logic puzzles and practicing new languages
30. Purple & orange
31. Watching my favorite shows with J while we eat big salads & such
32. Funny memes
33. The number 33
34. Knowing that each day is the first day of the rest of my life
35. Signs that my mother isn't gone (hummingbirds)
36. Horror movies
37. Picnics
38. Spooning
39. Fresh fruit
40. Coloring books
41. The Dollar Tree
42. Drag queen culture
43. Accepting & dressing my age, but keeping my flair
44. The freckles on George's nose
45. Broadway
46. Karaoke nights with my pals
47. 20's-40's style clothing, music, verbage
48. Haunted houses
49. Being the recipient of shoulder/ back rubs
50. Consignment/ thrift stores
51. Painting
52. Rainy days inside with a book & tea/ rainy nights under the covers with the windows ajar
53. All things David Bowie & Prince
54. Stargazing/ meteor showers on a blanket with J
55. iPhone
56. Performing (theater, music)
57. Whimsy
58. Jeremy's cooking
59. Feeling hydrated
60. Flats (shoes)
61. Visiting my family
62. Cards Against Humanity
63. Bright colors ( I will always be a product of my Rainbow Brite upbringing)
64. Irish pride... without drinking myself stupid
65. Kindle
66. Naps in the sun
67. Dancing
68. Finding a new favorite show after it's popular and watching it marathon style
69. Train rides
70. Funky glasses
71. Hello Kitty
72. Writing this list and remembering all the things that make me happy
73. Tea
74. Alone time
75. Amazon Prime
76. The pride I take in my veganism and the hope that I inspire others to try it out
77. The smell of coffee
78. Watching clouds take shapes
79. Art galleries/ museums
80. Being alone in a movie theater
81. Vibrams
82. My closet
83. Records
84. Black & white photography
85. The sound that new kittens make or watching a small puppy run around
86. Sleeping in
87. Baking soda /& ACV (household miracles)
88. Faith in something greater than myself
89. The beauty in grief
90. Rebounding (mini trampoline)
91. Staying true to myself, never being afraid of how others perceive me (see Weirdo)
92. Making a meaningful connection
93. Board-games
94. 1950's/ 60's musicals
95. Stepping on crunchy pinecones 
96. Looking into people's eyes & finding kindness
97. Knowing I have so much life ahead of me
98. Dreaming every single day
99. Grattitude
    

100. Jeremy


So, there you have it... 100 things that make me a happy girl. I could easily add 100 more. 
Your turn. Do it now!

Have a blessed day!

It's been a while, I know. 
My intent was not to go so long between blog entries, but y'know how life goes. Having just opened a business last month, there hasn't been much time between sleeping, eating & breathing. (Yet I somehow always manage to lose myself on Pinterest for an hour or so.) I wish there were more hours in a day, more days in a week, more (summer) months in a year. Don't we all?
So, where am I now? It's been 3 months since I started this "overhaul" to my lifestyle. Or, rather, eating 100% raw, high carb, low fat & vegan. Also taking more time for exercise and reflection.
Well, I'm still alive. That's a start, right? I did not remain 100% raw. I started off really well. For about a month. I was really good. Eating mostly high calorie fruit meals and exercising like woah. My skin was clearing up and my weight was coming back down, my energy was skyrocketing. And then..... it got expensive. Jeremy and I were sinking all of our money into the new business and just couldn't afford to be buying the quantity of fresh produce needed to maintain a healthy and energetic lifestyle. So I (we) started supplementing with the next best thing: high carb/ low fat cooked food. Namely oatmeal. And it didn't make me feel bad. Oatmeal was working well. I was digesting it easily and it wasn't slowing down my progress too much. The problem is that oatmeal was a gateway food back to cooked meals and comfort food. The cravings for hot meals came back, and hard. Next thing I knew it, we were eating soups and pastas and then we were splurging at restaurants and the Whole Foods salad bar and I was back to eating fatty foods that slowed down my digestion and kept me fatigued and foggy.I think it hit me the hardest because of my P.C.O.S. symptoms, but it was affecting Jeremy too. He was losing his energy and losing weight, where he was trying to gain muscle. We were both tired all the time and we'd cook up some dinner and crash on the couch. Operative word, crash. We'd then roll our selves up the stairs, and fall into a coma of fitful, restless sleep. It wasn't working. I was trolling all of the LFRV websites and facebook pages, searching for the inspiration and motivation I needed to get back on track. And one of the things I started to notice, was that there were plenty of raw vegans in the same boat. Falling off the wagon due to social pressures, cravings, cost, etc. People who wanted the results that came from eating a super clean, whole food diet but without sacrificing the cooked food completely. And there suddenly sprang this little upcropping of vegans like Jeremy & I. Raw foodists that wanted to incorporate some cooked meals. One of the best ones I've found has been one of Freelee Frugivore's facebook pages-  Raw Til 4 . She recommends eating completely raw until 4 pm and then having a high carb, low fat cooked vegan meal at the end of your day. Also to try to stay 100% raw one or 2 days a week. And that's sort of the category Jeremy & I have fallen into. We've been a lot more careful about keeping the fat low and keeping the cooked meals very simple. I've also been trying to keep up with working out and between the simple meals and active lifestyle, I've managed to keep my weight down 10 pounds from where I was and my skin is continuing to heal ( at a slower rate). And my mental fog and fatigue are starting to lift again.I know I'm still going in the right direction. And I haven't forgotten about my before pictures. I just need to stick with it for a while, before I can show some decent results. So that's where I am in my progress and starting over.
Another very important change I've made was to learn to "let go".
I've always been one to hold on. to things, people & feelings. And I never thought that it was a problem, because , hey, I'm adaptable. I go with the flow, I move, I shake and I grow. But I've learned that you can't really grow or shape the life you want to lead without getting rid of some things.After all, if you want new clothes and you have no room in your closet, where are you going to put them? The same applies to feeling happy. If you're hanging on to old baggage or negative feelings, you can't thrive on the happiness all around you and you won't let it in.
It's been 7 months now since my mother has passed from this earthly plane. I thought that I was handling her transition well. I was focused on experiencing my grief and not suppressing it (as I had done with my father's passing so many years ago.) I went to a bereavement group and I cried when I felt like it and I thought that was enough. It had been a couple of months, time to move on. But I hadn't actually let go. I still held the sadness and despair at the loss deep within. I just stopped allowing myself to feel it. And so I was building on those feelings in a very unhealthy way. Lashing out and feeling depressed. This wasn't me. Then one day, while I was at my part time job, a song came on the radio. It was a song I hear all the time. It never meant anything to me. But suddenly, as if by some unseen presence, the chorus of the song seemed to get louder and I heard the lyrics with perfect clarity. -Staring at the blank page before you- Open up the dirty window- Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find- Reaching for something in the distance- So close you can almost taste it- Release your inhibitions- Feel the rain on your skin- No one else can feel it for you- Only you can let it in- No one else- NO ONE ELSE can speak the words on your lips- Drench yourself in words unspoken- Live your life with arms wide open- Today is where your book begins- The rest is still unwritten.
And that was my mom. That was her telling me to stop putting my life on hold. To experience everything, open up and let go. And that it's okay. There is no doubt in my mind. The song, in case you want to know is Natasha Bedingfield's 'Unwritten'. Not really my kind of music, but the message was something that I needed to hear. And just the other day, one of my very best friends shared some good news with me. I was so thrilled for her that I was dancing around the house. And it struck me that it was the first time in over half a year that I've allowed myself to feel happy. So, thanks Mom, for giving me that kick in the ass. *Side note. I've also started going back to grief counseling and it's helping a lot.
I also made the tough decision to end an on again off again friendship of about 9 years. This was somebody that I had met back in the days of Myspace. We sort of forged this "friendship" over similar music interests. She definitely had a stronger investment in being my friend than I was able to reciprocate. I guess that I never felt quite comfortable with her. So I didn't let her all the way in. We eventually had a falling out. Which led to a pattern of re-friending to un-friending again and again.  She reached out to me after my mother died and I thought that to be kind. We hadn't spoken at this point for over a year and were able to carry on a 2 hour phone conversation with ease. She seemed to have been in a better place in her life, and I thought that I was too. So we tried yet again. Now, it should be known that she suffers from a handful of chronic health problems and chooses to medicate rather than heal.I attempted to be as supportive as I could by encouraging lifestyle changes rather than medicating. And I made it known that I didn't agree with her lifestyle choices. I tried my best to be as much of a friend as I felt comfortable given our history. She was hurt that I kept her at arms length. And she started relapsing into the person that I had so frequently clashed with in the past. She would accuse me of not being a good friend. The girl actually had a set of friendship rules that she felt I should adhere to. It got to the point where she expected to hear from me daily and wanted me to respond to every inane text she's send. I was never that frequently communicative with any of my dearest friends or family, so it was hard to keep up with her needs.She was overly dramatic and very sensitive to the slightest things. I suppose the reason I tried so hard to remain her friend is because I knew she lived a tough life and that she didn't have many friends. Particularly female ones. Part of me felt it was my duty to stick it out. But it got to the point where I realized that this just wasn't working out. I was stressed every time I saw her name on my phone. That's not what friendship is about. You should look forward to talking with the people you love. I was getting ready to tell her that it was over. And then she told me that she was raped. I felt like a really sh***y person now. How could I possibly tell someone who's just been through this type of crisis that you don't feel it anymore? I tried to be there for her. To call and to text.Often she didn't want to talk. Wouldn't return my calls, so, I gave her space. And then I'd try to check in again. But it wasn't enough. Not frequent enough, not telling her the things she expected I should say. And I'd finally had enough of being told what kind of friend I was supposed to be. I've never had a problem being anyone's friend before. And I have some lengthy friendships that have withstood all of LIFE. And here is this girl who can't function in society, expects to be catered to and wants life to work her way without putting in any effort, telling ME that I am not a valuable friend. So... I ended it. Initially I felt bad, and then I felt relieved. It's over for good now. I know that we were never compatible to begin with and forcing a square peg into a round hole just doesn't work. Ever.
I'm not sharing this story to make myself feel better about it, but merely to suggest that it's okay to let go of negative people. If they add no value to your life and constantly sap you of your light, then chuck 'em. And don't feel bad. You are not put on this planet to help every charity case. Help yourself. Surround yourself with people who bring you joy and love you how you are. Thereby manifesting more like minded people and actions in your world.

Thanks for sticking through my long-winded ramblings.

Have a blessed, peaceful weekend full of joy and light!
And don't be afraid of change. <3

Sometimes you just need a day to let your mind & soul be free.
As some of you know, I'm in the process of opening a new store with my partner. Taking on an entrepreneurial endeavor can be very stressful at the start. And particularly so with an endocrine disorder that affects your energy levels.
There's soooo much to do! We actually delayed our opening by a week and so we have about 12 days to complete many, many projects before opening the doors. And any time spent away from these projects results in consuming thoughts about them. But, for exactly that reason, sometimes it's important to step away and take a breather. I realize that even though I'm devoting all of my energy to readying the store, I'm not doing my best, because I'm too overwhelmed.
So I'm taking mental health day, to relax and unwind & to nurture my soul.
Mental health is just as important as physical health. And even though there is always something pressing to get done and very little time to do it in, it's vital to make time for yourself. You'll be happier, and more productive for it.
Now, I'm shutting off the Internet and phone for the day. Time for a good book and a nap with my kitty loves.
I wish you a relaxing, beautiful day. <3

Love & Blessings,

Vicky

This morning, a friend of mine shared an article about actor, Ashton Kutcher landing in the hospital after adopting a "fuitarian" diet for an upcoming film. He suggested that it might be a good blog topic. And I agree. 
If you haven't seen it yet, here is a link to the article: http://marquee.blogs.cnn.com/2013/01/28/all-fruit-diet-lands-ashton-kutcher-in-the-hospital/
First of all, without knowing the specifics of what Kutcher was eating, it's impossible to determine if his hospitalization was due to fruit consumption alone. And I highly suspect it wasn't. Actors have been known to go to extremes for specific roles. We don't know the amount of fruit he was eating, if his fruit was properly ripe, if he was restricting his calories, making bad food combining decisions (such as consuming high amounts of fat via nuts & seeds directly before, after or with a fruit meal) or if he was supplementing his diet with any form of stimulants etc.
Also, he was complaining of pancreatic inflammation, which is not commonly caused by fruit (sugar) intake. Rather, causes of pancreatitis tend toward high levels of triglycerides (fat) in the bloodstream, certain types of drugs including commonly prescribed antibiotics like tetracycline, chronic alcohol abuse, gallstones, hereditary diseases such as cystic fibrosis, prior abdominal surgeries and pancreatic abnormalities like cancer. 
Kutcher also feared his diet was the culprit as he was mimicking Steve Jobs lifestyle, who had not long ago died of a rare form of pancreatic cancer. It's important to remember that Jobs had cancer before adopting a fruitarian diet. The high fruit intake did not cause his cancer and for all we know, it may have added years to his life. Also, Steve Jobs was known to supplement his high fruit lifestyle with soy products and high sugar fruit juices, which is not conducive to achieving optimal results.
Here is a great testimonial video showing true and amazing results of a high fruit (carb), low fat lifestyle, long term. I know some of these people. Oh, and my adorable boyfriend is in there too. Can you spot him? His name is Jeremy Paradis.*shameless plug* And you can see more of him and other fruitarians on his page Ripped Raw Vegans --> https://www.facebook.com/rippedrawvegans?fref=ts

Anyone remember that show? In the 90's? On TGIF? With Suzanne Somers? Well anyway, this isn't about that. It's about keepin' on keepin' on.
Some days are just not easy. And sometimes we slip up. And that's okay.
If you fall off your wagon, you get back on. You don't give up. Just like if you're hiking a mountain, and you trip on a rock, you don't go to the bottom and start over. You keep ascending. 
This past week has been a prime example for me. I goofed. And I ate some things I shouldn't have. This was my own fault, because I wasn't properly stocked up on enough high carb fruit. And when there aren't enough carbs, that's when the cravings start. For salty things and fatty things. And I had a few things I shouldn't have. No big whoop. I had a little too much overt fat and a little too much sodium. And for a few days I was gassy and I had some new breakouts. The good news is, I learned my lesson. I'm listening to my body and I'm back on the high carb fruit train. No more cutting corners.
It's funny how much our bodies can endure and yet how delicate they really are. With a cleaner engine, I become much more aware of how well I'm "working". If I eat too much of the wrong thing, I can immediately sense my body protecting itself. Phlegm for example, is a good indication that something isn't right. As soon as I eat a high fat meal, I get phlegmy. And all phlegm really is is a mass of white blood cells rushing in to protect the body from an irritant. Namely, fatty food... or a virus. Another example is, waking up in the morning and finding "sleepy seeds" in the corners of my eyes. A sign of too much sodium. When I used to eat high fat, high sodium foods in the past, I wasn't in tune with these signals. Because my body was so used to coping with what I was putting into it, it adapted. But now, when my body is clean and free of pollution, the slightest alteration puts my senses on high alert. The beauty of this, is how amazing I am capable of feeling. How being so in tune can allow me to really feel vibrant, supple, energetic. If I'm eating well, my body lets me know and rewards me in kind. 
Regardless of my slip-ups over the week, I am down 5 pounds and no more muffin top. The belly is pretty flat too. Oh happy day! Time for a smoothie.

I wish you a beautiful, bountiful week.
Love & blessings,

As I write this, drinking my green smoothie and enjoying the view of the winter-wonderland outside, I am reflecting on the past week. Today is day 7 on my "journey" and already I'm witnessing some miraculous things. Since reverting back to 100% raw foods: 
-My belly bloat has reduced significantly. On the morning of day 4, I looked in the mirror and saw that the gut I'd been carrying around for the better part of 6 months was about 50% smaller than it had been. I felt so much lighter. And while hugging Jeremy the next day, he whispered in my ear that he didn't feel as much "belly" touching him. That, in and of itself made me feel good. Now, on day 7, it's even smaller. And this is without increasing my workouts yet. 
-The inflammation in my skin is almost nonexistent now. I still have redness and scars, but no new breakouts. Where, a week ago, I was breaking out every day. Finally, my skin is getting a chance to heal. Hallehloo!
-Gas? Gone. No discomfort after a meal. And at the sake of being a little gross here, no smelly poo. Well... it does smell a little, like fruit. No joke. Y'know that saying about thinking your s**t don't stink? Well, mine doesn't. So there.

Another thing I've noticed this week is that, as I've been detoxing my body, I've been releasing some really negative energy. I try to be very aware of my thoughts and do my best to keep my frame of mind in check. However, over the past few days, I've opened some sort of floodgate. So many tears, full of fear, anger and despair flowed from me. I didn't even know I'd been holding onto it. I felt worthless and was getting angry at the smallest things. And today, I woke up and felt free of the despondency. Just like anything toxic, it needed to be purged. And I am grateful.
Now I'm ready to take on another week, feeling lighter and more joyful than I have in a long while. 
What negative things have you been holding onto? And what can you do to release them?

Blessings,

Ooh, first official post! I'm actually doing this blog thing. Scary... exciting.
Let me start by saying that I feel incredibly grateful today for this fresh start. I feel thankful that I have this opportunity to take control of my health. And I hope many of you realize how privileged a great deal of us are to have choices regarding what we eat and what we do with our bodies. I also hope you're all making good, healthy choices for yourselves. We only get one bod after all. <3

Okay, tools of the trade. First off, http://cronometer.com/. This is probably my most essential tool for the start of my journey. Cron-o-meter, for those of you who have never used it, is a very helpful nutrition monitor. Simply enter what you're eating in a day, and it will track and break down your caloric intake as well as separate the amounts of carbohydrates, fats, proteins, minerals and vitamins you are consuming. This tool is especially helpful for us raw vegans, to ensure we are getting a proper nutritional balance. But I recommend it to anyone who wants a breakdown of what they're actually putting into their bodies. You might be startled at what you're getting too much of, or lacking.  It's also great for weight management. It even allows you to track your daily exercise and it estimates the calories you burn. Whatever your monitoring need, Cron-o-meter will help you get on the right track. 

The second tool I am using to track my progress is *gulp* a camera. Tonight, Jeremy is being kind enough to take some very unflattering pictures of me. Though I cringe at the thought now, I know it will be gratifying to see my results by comparison. And no, you don't get to see them yet. Not for 3 months. Patience. :)

And thirdly, a good ole' fashioned journal. I'm going to try to keep up with my routine most days. As well as report on how my skin is doing on any given day and my digestion too. I want to be able to look back and say, on such and such a day, my skin was completely inflammation free. Or on blah/blah/2013 I no longer felt bloated. Don't worry, I'll report here too. Journaling is just a way for me to keep closer track of my day to day changes.

Thanks for reading. If you have any other helpful, monitoring tips or any questions, please share your thoughts. I'd love to hear from you.

Love & blessings,
  Vicky