it’s peanut butta jelly time!

Sometimes a girl’s just gotta bake. Although I was disappointed that I wasn’t going to be able to attend hot yoga last night with Kayla (due to winter, what else?!), I found comfort in baking. This recipe is from Little Bitty Bakes and it made me want to cheat on the diet…again. You would be happy to know that I was able to resist the temptation as I chomped on my cinnamon apple as these babies came out of the oven.

The best thing about these PBJ bars? You only need FIVE ingredients:


Oh and it’s super easy.


Peanut Butter & Jelly Bars
Makes about 16 bars
  • 1 12 oz. package white chocolate chips
  • 1/3 cup peanut butter butter
  • 1 (14 oz) can sweetened condensed milk
  • 1 2/3 cups flour
  • 1/2 cup black raspberry or raspberry preserves
Heat oven to 350.  Lightly grease a 9-inch square pan.
In a medium saucepan, melt white chocolate chips and peanut butter over medium-low heat, stirring constantly, until smooth.  Remove from heat and stir in condensed milk until smooth.  Add flour and mix until combined.**You might need to get down and dirty with this part. The dough was so thick that I couldn’t help but using my hands as the mixer!
Reserve 1/4 of the dough.  Press remaining dough into pan.  Spread preserves evenly over dough.  Crumble reserved dough over preserves.
Bake about 20 to 24 minutes, until golden brown.  Cool completely before cutting into bars.

PS: You can also double the recipe and bake in a 13×9 pan for a larger crowd…or larger sweet tooth


Hope your Friday is super sweet!


let’s get physical

You know what could easily be put on my top 5 list of ‘most awkward things in life to-date’?

One word: calipers. Yes, I am talking about getting body fat percentage taken via the skin fold method. There is nothing quite like standing around and having your personal trainer pinch the fat of your stomach, back, hips, triceps, thighs and the chicken fat between your boob and armpit. Why do I put myself through this torture? Because I was born with legs as strong as an Olympian. Because I care more about my body fat percentage than my weight, as I have always carried a decent amount of muscle. And seeing as how I am on this diet, I was curious to see where my BF was hanging around these days (that’s BF for body fat people, not boyfriend, boyfriends don’t hang around here).

I’m practically a pro at this whole skin fold test thing, seeing as how I get it checked almost every 6-8 weeks. I know it has to drive my trainer nuts, but it’s something I need to know! Now for the numbers:

  • 38.2% body fat last summer during half marathon training, pre-Stimulock, falling in the ‘obese’ category
  • 23.0% body fat as of 11am today, still on Stimulock and am now a member of the ‘fitness’ category
  • 51 total pounds lost to date since beginning Stimulock
  • 8 times I did a happy dance today

Sometimes doing things like having a stranger pinch your fat with cold, plastic tongs is very humbling and uncomfortable, but all goals and dreams have to start somewhere, right??

(This post was going to contain more but currently the WordPress photo uploader is not working…I am having the worst digital photography luck ever this week!)

What does this mean for you? This means you have to wait until Friday for a tantalizing recipe 🙂 sweet dreams!

Dear Diary

Truth: I had written about 4 drafts of ‘potential posts’ but my last one was one that just needed to be published.

Warning: I wrote this post because I needed to get it out of my system. Bear with me. Or don’t…whatever!

**Another note: please also bear with my themes/messy site…I’m working on making it better. Feedback is appreciated 🙂

What I have wanted to write about but haven’t:

On Sunday: I ran 10.5 miles, my longest run since the Waddell & Reed Half Marathon in October. My mom told me to take my phone with me but I never do because I don’t have anywhere to put it. At mile 8, if I had my phone with me, I would have called my mom to have her come pick me up. It took everything I had to not sit down in the middle of the sidewalk and cry because mentally, I didn’t think I could get through those last 2.5 miles. My calves had started to cramp, my hips flexors were tight and I just wanted to be home. “Kelsey you have done this before, you can do this…you got this.” And so I ran.

Although I have been training for about a month now, I feel like my training just started. Probably because I have finally started to really dedicate myself to my training; going to bed earlier, lots of foam rolling, interval training, yoga, and the long runs. Ohh the long runs…

On Monday: I attended a new Vinyasa Flow yoga class at my gym, with the thermostat accidentally programmed around 90 degrees for a hot yoga class. This was supposed to be my active recovery day. So much for that one! It was quite alright though, I left the class feeling very…relaxed and I was happy my body was experiencing something other than running. We did enough downward facing dogs to make my arms sore on Tuesday!

On Tuesday: I realized all I have been listening to is 90s music. More Sugar Ray and Spin Doctors than I have ever listened to in my life. Problem? I think not! I need all this 90s music to keep my spirits up anyways, with my iPhoto being a huge pain in Djbouti. I see a visit to the Apple store in my near future if I can’t figure this out! Hence why my posts have not been published–I have no photos for them! Photos = visually appealing. Visual appeal = more people interested.

Finally…Rock the Parkway is in 37 days. Why does this make my stomach flip? I gave myself about 5 months to train for my last (and first) half marathon…uhmmm….I got this? I got this. Right! “Youcandoanythingyousetyourmindto IcandoallthingsthroughChristwhostrengthensme Youcandoanythingyousetyourmindto…” Let me go dig up my list of mantras.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I am going to go dance around the house to Michael Jackson before running 93083 errands. Happy Wednesday friends!


What words would be appropriate?

Overwhelming. Unfathomable. Unconditional. Forever and ever Amen?


God’s love has hit me like a ton of bricks. I make mistakes. I don’t put Him first sometimes. I wear every emotion on my face. I let bad words slip out. People get on my nerves. I don’t agree with everyone. I get upset with myself.


Despite my imperfections, His love flows.



Is this thing on? Are you getting get this?!

just think about it. take a moment to soak it in.



His love is not rocket science. It doesn’t matter what you do. You can list off every ‘bad’ thing you have ever done in your life and it still will not matter; His love remains. Even if you don’t love Him, He loves you.


Ephesians 3
18 And may you have the power to understand, as all God’s people should, how wide, how long, how high, and how deep his love is. 19 May you experience the love of Christ, though it is too great to understand fully. Then you will be made complete with all the fullness of life and power that comes from God.

Thank you Kansas

For this beautiful day, it was much needed and much appreciated

So nice, that yes, I did in fact wear shorts and slides all day

Honey also enjoyed the beautiful weather

“Am I close enough?? Make sure you get my good side, ma!”

This is unedited puppy play time which consists of Honey terrorizing Katie. The usual.

I also have a new favorite way of enjoying my pears and apples; sliced, sprinkled with Stevia + cinnamon and warmed in the microwave for about 75 seconds. Love.

Along with a five mile tempo run and good grade on my anatomy test (!), the beautiful weather was just what I needed and am left longing for spring!

Did you do anything special to enjoy this pleasantly warm February day??

Apples to Apples

I have some explaining to do.

Let’s start with the good: I woke up at 4:15am yesterday to get an 8 mile run in before class. I made a mistake…no pre-run fuel and my potassium was low, and low potassium means muscle cramps after mile 6 and dead legs on mile 7. The final mile was hard, I wanted to cry a little bit, but knew I was almost there.

The bad: I cheated. I cheated on the diet, and it was delicious. I don’t regret a single bite.

Jenna has a recipe for brownies that I had been wanting to bake for a while, so I whipped up some for my family as a Valentine’s day treat.

Do yourself a favor and go bake them. Or I will bake them for you, and help you eat them. I have never been a brownie girl because the only brownies I knew came from a box, but these ones, I cannot fully express with words of the English language how delicious these brownies are. You will find yourself on the floor in food heaven with these brownies.

I also baked the best cookies ever from Shawnda, whose blog I love.

While I was cheating I not only enjoyed the best brownies and best cookies I have ever eaten in my 21 years of life, but also

  • a chicken gyro with hummus from Mr. Gyro’s for lunch
  • Black Cherry Chobani

and for the first time in my life…

Sinless Cake Batter. Oh my yum.

Why did I cheat?

There is a reason behind all of this. I had hit a plateau and didn’t lose for a week and was very frustrated, so I started brainstorming what I could do to push through this. After talking with my practitioner, I decided that on my long run day I would also do a cheat day. I had burned 1000+ calories from the run, and cheating would a bit of a shock to my system, so I cheated. One brownie, a couple of cookies throughout the day…I wasn’t in ‘loading‘ mode because what little I was cheating with was making my stomach upset. When you listen to your body you can hear it talking to you.

What happens when you cheat?

Stimulock offers a couple of different options to recover from cheat days, I opted for an apple day. That being said, I have just been eating apples today while on the drops. Which would explain the abundance of these:

In conclusion

  • you should bake yourself some brownies, you are welcome in advance
  • most things are good in moderation
  • I am hoping my body is officially shocked

**Disclaimer: The practices of Stimulock are only for those who have purchased the drops and are following the program. You can find out more about it here.