Living with diabetes is a journey that’s constantly evolving — full of ups, downs, and lessons along the way. Right now, though, I finally feel like I’ve found something that truly works for me.
If you’ve been following along, you might remember that I left off in a pretty rough place. I was first diagnosed with diabetes around 19 years old, and it completely took me by surprise. At the time, I weighed barely 110 pounds, hit the gym every single day, and ate what I thought was a clean, balanced diet. Still, I was always exhausted, had dark circles that no concealer could hide, and was constantly thirsty. Deep down, I knew something was off.
Eventually, things got worse — to the point where I ended up in the hospital. Recovery took months, and it forced me to face the truth: I needed to make real changes. And thankfully, I did.
Fast forward to today, and I can finally say this — I feel alive again. I haven’t felt this good in years! My doctor started me on Ozempic, and honestly, it has been a total game-changer. If you’re managing diabetes and struggling to find the right fit, I hope this gives you a little hope. I’ve lost about 15 pounds, my energy is back, and I genuinely feel (and look!) so much healthier.
That’s not to say it was easy. When I first started Ozempic, the side effects were rough — nausea, fatigue, the works. But with time and patience, those symptoms faded, and I’m so glad I didn’t give up. My medical team has been absolutely incredible, and I’m so thankful for their guidance and support through it all.
The only downside? Ozempic isn’t recommended during pregnancy, so that’s something I’ll need to plan for in the future. But for now, I’m just taking it one day at a time and celebrating how far I’ve come. Diabetes will always be part of my life, but right now, I’m feeling strong, balanced, and hopeful for what’s ahead. 💪✨
If you’re navigating your own health journey — with diabetes or anything else — know that it’s okay to take your time finding what works for you. Be patient, listen to your body, and celebrate every little win along the way. 💕
Here I am walking my mom’s dog Riis – he’s so goofy
The last couple of months have been heavy — really heavy. Between living through a global pandemic and witnessing the ongoing fight against police brutality and racism, it’s been a lot to process. Today, I wanted to slow down, take a deep breath, and write from the heart about some of my personal experiences and how I’m feeling right now.
Growing up, I had “the talk” — the one that so many Black families have. It wasn’t about birds or bees; it was about how to act around police and how to keep myself safe. I learned early on that if something ever happened, I should call my family first — not necessarily the police. It’s an unfair reality, but it’s one that has been passed down through generations.
As someone who’s mixed, my experience has always existed in a sort of in-between space. I’ve been surrounded by love from family on all sides, but I’ve also had to sit through uncomfortable moments — moments when people questioned white privilege, dismissed “Black Lives Matter” with “Blue Lives Matter,” or ignored racism simply because it didn’t affect them personally. Those conversations hurt. They chipped away at something inside me for a while.
But instead of letting that pain change how I see myself, it changed how I see them. It taught me who was willing to listen — and who wasn’t. It showed me that silence in the face of racism is just another form of harm. And though it’s exhausting to always be the one explaining why Black lives matter, I’ve learned to find strength in my voice.
Sometimes, I still feel drained — like I’ve hit a wall. It’s frustrating to live in a world where I have to defend my humanity, to explain history that’s easily accessible if people just cared enough to learn. But at the same time, I have hope. I see friends, family, and communities showing up, speaking out, and learning how to be better allies.
That gives me strength. That gives me peace.
I’m still learning how to navigate certain relationships — especially with people I love who hold views I can’t support. But I know I’ll find what’s right for me, and I hope you will too.
Change takes courage. It takes compassion. And it takes choosing to care, every single day. I still believe we can get there — with open hearts, honest conversations, and a shared hope for something better.
If you’ve been feeling unsure about how to support the Black Lives Matter movement, you’re not alone. A few of my friends reached out to ask what they could do, so I wanted to put together something heartfelt and practical — something that can be shared and referenced as you continue learning and taking action.
Supporting change doesn’t happen overnight, but every small step matters. Here’s how you can get started:
1. Educate Yourself
This is where it begins — with awareness, reflection, and a willingness to grow. Take the time to read, listen, and unlearn. It’s perfectly okay to ask questions, but remember, it’s not your Black friends’ responsibility to teach you. Growth is a personal journey, and it’s okay if you realize that your past beliefs or assumptions weren’t right. What matters is what you do now.
Protest If you feel comfortable and safe, look into local protests or community gatherings. Show up, listen, and protect those around you. Your presence and voice matter.
Call Out Racism When you hear or see racism — online, in conversation, or in your own circles — speak up. Change only happens when silence ends.
Be a Friend Check in on your friends, especially those in the Black community. You don’t need to assume how they’re doing, but a simple “I’m thinking of you” can go a long way. Remember, this pain is generational and deeply felt, especially during times of crisis.
Vote Voting is powerful. Elect leaders who are committed to racial justice and equality. You can also reach out to your elected officials — federal, state, and local — to voice your support for anti-racist policies.
Keep Talking About It Conversations about anti-racism need to happen often — at home, with friends, and even with your kids. Change starts with awareness, and awareness starts with dialogue.
The road toward equality and justice is ongoing, but if we each take responsibility for our part, we’ll get there together. 💛
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If you’re looking for the perfect way to kick off summer in Sweden, A Taste of Stockholm is the place to be! This lively food and beverage festival takes over Kungsträdgården and celebrates everything delicious about Swedish and international cuisine. It’s truly a foodie’s dream come true — filled with flavor, fun, and sunshine.
Getting there couldn’t be easier. Sweden’s public transportation is wonderfully efficient, and the metro station near Kungsträdgården is worth a visit in itself. (Naturally, I had to snap a picture of my friend Brittany there — the aesthetic was too good to pass up!)
Once you arrive, get ready to wander through rows of food stalls, each more tempting than the last. From lobster rolls and Ethiopian tacos to every kind of sweet treat imaginable, there’s something for every craving. And let’s talk about the drinks — the wine stands are absolutely worth exploring. I even discovered my new obsession: a crisp pear wine that instantly became a summer favorite.
Beyond the incredible food, A Taste of Stockholm offers live music, cooking demonstrations, and even appearances by some of Sweden’s top chefs. The entire festival buzzes with positive energy, laughter, and the scent of something delicious always in the air.
If you ever find yourself in Stockholm in early summer, make sure this festival is at the top of your list. Between the amazing food, vibrant entertainment, and that unbeatable Swedish summer vibe, A Taste of Stockholm is an experience you’ll want to relive again and again.
Let’s talk about bad dates — because if you’ve been single long enough, you probably have at least one story that makes you laugh and cringe at the same time. My friend and I were reminiscing recently about some of our dating disasters, and that’s when I remembered this absolute gem of a first date that still makes me shake my head.
So, a while back, I matched with someone on Tinder. He seemed nice enough — funny, decent photos, and he could actually hold a conversation (a rarity in the app-dating world). We decided to meet at a park, and honestly, things started off really well. We were chatting on a bench, enjoying the day, and for a brief moment, I thought, “Hey, maybe this could actually go somewhere!”
And then…it didn’t.
Somewhere between small talk and life goals, he suddenly launched into a very detailed story about his ex-fiancée. According to him, she was “bipolar, crazy, and ruined his life.” I tried to nod politely, but the story kept spiraling — we’re talking cheating, pregnancy drama, open adoption, and a custody situation that sounded like a soap opera gone rogue.
Now, I’m not saying his ex wasn’t dealing with challenges, but sharing that entire emotional saga on a first date? That’s a solid red flag, my friends.
But wait — it gets worse.
As I started subtly inching away (you know, creating a healthy amount of personal space), he looked at me, smirked, and said, “Why are you scooting away? I don’t bite… unless you want me to.”
I wish I were joking. At that point, I wasn’t sure whether to laugh, cry, or sprint. I wrapped up the conversation as quickly as possible, made my polite excuses, and power-walked back to my car like my life depended on it.
So yeah — that was my “worst first date” story. Funny in hindsight, but definitely one for the cringe history books.
If you’ve had your own dating disaster, I’d love to hear it! Drop your stories in the comments or check out my vlog for more awkward moments, laughs, and lessons learned from the dating battlefield.
Book Review: We’re Going to Need More Wine by Gabrielle Union
When my cousin handed me We’re Going to Need More Wine by Gabrielle Union, she said, “Elizabeth! I was listening to her in an interview, and I thought — THAT’S ELIZABETH!” And honestly, I’ll take that compliment any day. Because, let’s be real — Gabrielle Union is amazing.
I don’t usually reach for celebrity memoirs, but I’m so glad I gave this one a chance. Gabrielle’s voice is raw, funny, and refreshingly honest. She dives into everything — from navigating Hollywood and love to confronting the pain of sexual assault and unpacking her experience with Blackness and identity. Her stories are layered, deeply human, and often hit closer to home than expected.
There was one passage that stopped me in my tracks. Gabrielle describes how, after her assault, she began timing every part of her life — how long she’d stay somewhere, when she’d leave, even how she’d move through public spaces — to minimize the chance that something bad could happen.
“Timing became the most important thing in my life. I timed everything I did to try to reduce the space for something else to happen to me… That’s how my brain began to function.” — Page 101
I remember rereading that paragraph over and over again. It was like someone finally put words to something I had silently lived for years. I even ran to my boyfriend’s game room mid-read, yelling, “She gets it! She understands!” Then called my friend Maggie just to say the same thing.
For the first time, I felt seen. I didn’t have to explain the hyper-awareness, the constant mental clock, the exhaustion of just being. Gabrielle had already done it — and done it with grace, humor, and courage.
Her essays reminded me how healing it is to read someone else’s truth — especially when it mirrors your own. She doesn’t shy away from difficult conversations about race, colorism, trauma, and womanhood. Yet somehow, she balances it all with wit and heart.
We’re Going to Need More Wine isn’t just a memoir — it’s a conversation between friends. It’s the kind of book you sip through slowly, dog-ear, highlight, and carry with you long after the last page. Whether you’re a memoir lover or just looking for something honest, funny, and healing — this one’s a must-read.
You know those random memories that pop into your head out of nowhere and make you instantly cringe? That was me this morning on my drive to work. Out of the blue, I remembered one of my most embarrassing high school moments — and honestly, it still makes me laugh and cringe all at once.
It was 2011, and I was a shy sophomore in my beginner’s French class. At the start of the year, we all got to choose a “French name” to go by for the semester. I picked Zazie (because someone else had already snagged Gigi, and yes, I was slightly bitter about it 😆).
One day, I arrived to class a few minutes early and asked to use the bathroom. Totally normal, right? But as I’m in there minding my own business, I suddenly hear my teacher’s voice — calling out “Zazie!” in a perfect French accent. I froze mid-sentence (and mid-bathroom break). My first thought? Wait… did she follow me in here? It was so weird that I just stayed quiet, hoping I was imagining it.
A few minutes later, the bell rings, and I walk back to class, proud of myself for not being late. But the second I walk in, the entire room is silent. My teacher stands up, looks right at me, and asks me to step into the hallway. I was so sure she was about to praise me or something — because that’s what she usually did when she pulled students aside.
Nope. She accused me of lying about being in the bathroom.
My jaw dropped. I was mortified. I told her I really was in the bathroom, and that I did hear her voice, but thought it was weird and didn’t know how to respond. She just shook her head and said, “No, you didn’t. You need to tell your friends what to do,” before walking back into the classroom — leaving the door wide open for everyone to hear.
And there I was, bright red, walking back into class like nothing happened. Everyone stared for a second, then the lesson just… continued.
Now, years later, it’s one of those stories that makes me laugh every time. I still have no idea why she thought I was lying, but I’ll never forget how small that moment made me feel — or how it quietly taught me to always speak up when someone gets it wrong.
It’s funny how embarrassing moments can turn into lifelong lessons. (But seriously — what was that whole bathroom situation?!) 😂
Do you have a high school story that still makes you cringe or laugh out loud? Drop it in the comments below — misery loves company!
Looking for family‑friendly, year‑round things to do in Ames, Iowa? From Reiman Gardens and local ice cream spots to creative escapes, cozy downtown gems, and a welcoming community, this guide highlights the places that make everyday life here special.
A personal reflection on the ending of Outlander—the magic that drew me in, the unexpected connection to my Scottish heritage, and why saying goodbye felt like losing a piece of myself. A story of love, identity, and the moments that stay with us.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how easy it is for manipulation to sneak into our lives — sometimes through relationships, friendships, or even at work. It doesn’t always start with obvious red flags. Sometimes it’s subtle — a guilt trip here, a twisted story there — until one day you realize something feels off.
Let’s start with what manipulation actually means.
Manipulate (verb): To manage or influence skillfully, especially in an unfair manner — like manipulating someone’s feelings.
Pretty straightforward, right? But when you see it play out in real life, it can be messy and confusing.
When Manipulation Turns Toxic
Manipulative people tend to act with their own interests in mind. They might hurt you intentionally, then pretend nothing happened. They may even gather harmless bits of information from you — only to use it later when it benefits them.
At its worst, this behavior can overlap with traits of Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD) — which often includes:
An inflated sense of self-importance
A deep need for attention or admiration
A lack of empathy for others
Difficulty maintaining healthy relationships
What’s tough is that people who manipulate rarely feel genuine remorse. They might say they do, but their actions usually tell a different story. If you call them out, they’ll often deflect, deny, or make it seem like you’re the one at fault.
The Emotional “Gotcha” Game
Have you ever had someone deliberately push your buttons, just to get a reaction? That’s exactly what manipulators want — an emotional “aha!” moment. They’ll poke at your insecurities or twist your words until you snap, then say things like:
“See, I knew you were overreacting.” “You’re always so dramatic.”
Sound familiar? It’s a classic move to shift blame and make you doubt yourself. But here’s the truth — your reaction is valid. Their behavior is what caused it, not you. The best way to handle it? Stay calm, breathe, and don’t let them drag you into their chaos.
Listen to Your Gut
Your intuition is powerful. If you feel uneasy around someone or constantly second-guess yourself, that’s not “overthinking” — that’s awareness. Trust it.
Manipulators often start off charming and attentive, giving you all the validation you could want. Then, little by little, they pull away — leaving you wondering what changed. That emotional whiplash keeps you hooked, trying to get back to the version of them that doesn’t really exist.
You don’t owe anyone endless chances or explanations. Protect your energy. If something feels off, it probably is.
Believe it! Trust your intuition.
Examples of Manipulative Behavior
Manipulative or narcissistic individuals may:
Intentionally hurt you, then act like nothing happened.
Use your words or vulnerabilities against you later.
Twist facts or shift blame with phrases like “That’s up to you, believe what you want.”
Refuse to take responsibility, making you feel like the problem.
Withdraw affection or attention to keep you chasing their approval.
These patterns are emotionally exhausting — and you don’t have to tolerate them. Awareness is the first step toward protecting yourself and building healthier relationships.
Final Thoughts
No one is perfect. We all have moments where we act selfishly or fail to communicate clearly. The difference lies in whether someone is willing to listen, learn, and grow — or whether they keep repeating the same harmful patterns.
The key takeaway? Stay aware. Trust your gut. Set boundaries. And remember — manipulation says far more about them than it ever does about you.
If you’ve been following my adventures for a while, you know I love three things: food, ghosts, and Chicago. So when I stumbled across a Facebook event for a haunted bus tour through the Windy City, I knew I had to go. A day filled with eerie stories, historic landmarks, and a good meal? That’s my kind of itinerary.
The tour ran from 10 AM to 4 PM and even included lunch—perfection. Since Chicago is only a five-hour drive from home, I packed my bags, grabbed my camera, and hit the road. We stayed in a charming little suburb, just ten minutes from the train station, which made exploring the city so easy. I have to admit, taking the “L” again gave me a bit of nostalgia—it’s such a classic Chicago experience.
Our haunted journey began at the historic Congress Hotel, a fittingly spooky place rumored to be one of the most haunted hotels in America. I was thrilled to see that our tour guides were the same pair I’d met years ago on a similar trip. It felt like a full-circle moment, especially since one of my favorite memories growing up was going on ghost tours with my mom.
🕯️ Historic Haunts & Chilling Stories
Our first stop was the Battle of Fort Dearborn plaque—a quiet piece of history with an unsettling past. Many believe the area is still haunted by the soldiers who died there. It gave me chills to stand where such tragedy once took place, especially since the plaque is one of the only remaining markers of that historic event.
Next, we visited the school once attended by Bobby Franks, the 14-year-old victim of Leopold and Loeb’s infamous 1924 murder case. Standing there, knowing what happened just down the street, was haunting in a very human way. The tragedy still lingers in the air.
Of course, no Chicago ghost tour would be complete without a stop at the site of H.H. Holmes’ “Murder Castle.” Even though the building no longer stands, one of its original basement walls remains as part of the current post office’s foundation. Tour guides shared stories of workers who refuse to go down there alone, citing oppressive, negative energy. I couldn’t help but get goosebumps just listening.
The conversation about Holmes’s mysterious death fascinated me—some believe he faked his execution, others that he switched identities. DNA testing hasn’t solved the mystery either, which makes his legend all the more eerie. I was genuinely shocked to learn he was allowed to be buried under concrete at his own request. The irony isn’t lost on me—his victims never got that choice.
Then came the story of Richard Speck, the murderer of eight nurses in the 1960s. Standing in front of the apartment where it all happened was truly unsettling. One of our guides even shared that her aunt had been the neighbor who heard the lone survivor cry for help. It’s a chilling reminder of how these stories are not just tales from history—they happened to real people, in real neighborhoods.
Battle of Fort Dearborn PlaqueLocation of the Richard Speck murders Where the main part of where the murder castle stood.The location of the murder castle now is the location of a post office.
🍗 Lunch with a Side of Ghosts
After a morning filled with dark history, we stopped for lunch at The Great Escape Restaurant, known for its delicious comfort food and haunted past. The chicken and potatoes were absolutely divine—and as an Iowan, I can confirm their homemade ranch dressing was next-level good.
The owner even joined us to share a few of his own paranormal encounters at the restaurant. Employees have seen apparitions, heard unexplainable noises, and some refuse to enter the basement alone. During renovations, they even unearthed two pairs of buried hands. (Yes—actual hands!) Needless to say, I didn’t ask for a basement tour.
The Great Escape RestaurantThe Great Escape Restaurant The restaurant’s windmill
🌆 Final Thoughts
Between the food, history, and paranormal tales, this ghost tour was everything I could’ve hoped for. Chicago never disappoints—whether you’re there for deep dish pizza, architecture, or stories that give you goosebumps.
If you ever get the chance to take a haunted history tour, do it. You’ll walk away with incredible stories, a little more knowledge, and maybe even a few goosebumps of your own.
Ames, IA — gotta give my hometown some love! I’ve lived here since I was born, and it will always hold a special place in my heart. Whether you’re a prospective student visiting Iowa State University or just passing through central Iowa, there are so many hidden gems worth checking out.
🦆 Mucky Duck Pub
The Mucky Duck Pub is hands-down one of my favorite spots in Ames. The food is great, the atmosphere is cozy, and they even carry treats from across the pond. When I was in France, my mom introduced me to her favorite candy bar — the Lion Bar — and I was thrilled to find it again here. Total nostalgia moment!
If you get the chance, stop by on St. Patrick’s Day for their buffet-style Irish breakfast. My Irish ancestry is thankful… but my diabetes? Not so much. 😅
🍜 Grandpa Noodle Gallery
This local favorite was run by two Iowa State grads and featured incredible noodle dishes made with locally sourced ingredients. My go-to order was the “create your own noodles” — mixing sauces, veggies, and toppings into the perfect comfort meal. Sadly, they closed at the end of 2019, but I’ll always have fond memories (and a few noodle cravings).
💉 Hugo and Mump’s Heroic Ink
When it comes to tattoos and piercings in Ames, Heroic Ink is the only place I trust. Tracy is my artist of choice — she’s talented, professional, and always makes sure I’m comfortable and informed.
Bonus: every so often, Hugo teaches monster-drawing classes at the Workspace in the Memorial Union. And if you’re looking for a fun Friday night activity, check out their Paint Your Own Pottery workshops — it’s such a relaxing, creative way to end the week!
💆 Pure Luxe Salon and Spa
Pure Luxe is one of my favorite salons in town. The team is incredibly friendly, and they genuinely care about their clients and the community. Fridays are especially great — they offer $5 waxes, which is perfect if you’re on a beauty budget. Trust me, you’ll leave feeling pampered and refreshed.
🎨 Siricasso
If you haven’t heard of Siricasso, you’re missing out. He’s a wildly talented local artist who creates custom designs on jackets, shoes, and murals — pretty much anything you can dream up. Check out his Facebook page to see his work. I absolutely love my customized jacket from him! #SaveTheArt
Ames may be a small town, but it’s full of creativity, flavor, and good people. Whether you’re here for school, visiting family, or just exploring, I hope you’ll enjoy these local favorites as much as I do.
What are your go-to spots in Ames? Let me know in the comments — I’d love to check them out!