Happy Friday! Today I decided to make a light-hearted list, inspired by POPSUGAR — like earlier this week I saw their post — 15 Things You Stop Giving a Sh** About In Your 30s.  Well, being that today is my birthday, and I’m 35 years young, I thought I would add my spin to this list.

Also, I don’t mean to offend people here. If you take nothing else away from this, you will either agree or disagree with me, and be happy you’re still young enough at heart to formulate your opinions on these topics!

15 things I’ve stopped caring about at 35

  1. Other peoples’ lives. Seriously. I’m happy enough with mine, and I genuinely hope you’re happy with yours.
  2. Going to the hippest place to eat. I’ve never cared about this.  I hate waiting.  I’m cheap (mostly broke) and impatient.  I’ll admire your foodporn on Instagram and keep eating my spiralized squash, thanks!
  3. Missing out. FOMO — I’m so OLD I had to google what the hell the acronym, “FOMO” even means.  In case you’re confused as well, it means  “Fear Of Missing Out”  The only things I am afraid I’m missing out on these days are amazing Groupon deals and the latest episodes of Pretty Little Liars. #WhoIsA ????
  4. Making a big deal about birthdays. This list IS my big deal about my birthday.  I DID have plans to go out, but being ill this week made me have to cancel.  Boo!
  5. Being friends with people who are jerks. I did the jerk purge when my father got ill several years back, and I realized that life is too short.  That said,  I don’t want to hold grudges, but I also don’t want to make time for you if you’re a d-bag.  There are plenty of people who probably will though, and they’ll probably also wait an hour to eat at a trendy overpriced restaurant too.  #YoureBetterOffWithoutMe
  6. Keeping up with all the current trends. I despise most of the clothes I see in stores these days.  I walk out with one or no items whenever I attempt to shop.  Apparently, the 90’s are trendy again, and I will never get it.  Also, I will NEVER own an iPhone and I only have my current phone, because my husband convinced me it would make my blogging life easier.  It has.
  7. Your wrinkles. I don’t think my lines are that bad …yet.  I stayed out of the sun most of my 20’s, and now I live in the UK where the sun is a myth legend.  If I stay hydrated and borrow my husband’s fancy face creams, I should be okay!
  8. Drama. I reserve my drama quota for the five episodes of Coronation Street I watch each week.  As for entertaining it personally?  I’ve got zero time or desire for that kind of energy expenditure.
  9. The occasional splurge.   I have a hard time spending money on myself.  Mostly, because I spent my life savings getting married and moving over to Scotland.  I guess that’s me splurged until retirement; if I’m lucky enough to live that long.  Imagine what I won’t care about at 65?!
  10. The latest fashion craze. See #6.  I LOATHE 90% of the clothes that are popular now.  I saw acid washed overalls for £25 ($39 USD) the other day.  Needless to say, I walked out of the shop totally confused in every conceivable way.
  11. Getting your money’s worth out of an open bar. I have the potential to want to do this still, but the last hangover I had was about all I could take.  The older you get, the worse and more wicked a hangover can be. Trust me.
  12. Getting the first edition of new technology. Again, see #6.  I honestly don’t care.  I get a new phone, laptop, etc. when the one I have broken (or becomes incompatible with other things I own).  I don’t care.  I like to experience life firsthand whenever possible.
  13. Keeping up with social media. I’m far too lazy for social media.  The only thing I sorta use is Instagram, and only because it’s so easy.  I suck entirely at Pinterest and honestly I should probably just delete my account because I have like 20 followers AND once I go on, it’s like a black hole on my productivity. Also, as I said, I’m lazy.   I like blogs.  You can read a blog if you like it and avoid it if you don’t want to.  That’s basically why I have like 30 subscribers.  Probably less after this post?
  14. Documenting every single moment of your life. If you’re reading this blog, you know that I don’t do this.  I omit the moments of my life when nothing worthwhile happens, which is basically why I create 1-2 posts per week these days.
  15. What people think about you. You can’t please everyone, and I’m not about to start trying.  If you don’t like me, that’s fine.  We’re not always going to be everybody’s cup of tea, and with fewer people, during tea time there are more biscuits for yours truly.

Are you “bah humbugged” out enough, yet?  I hope everybody has a great weekend! Can you believe it’s August tomorrow??  2015 has been the fastest year, am I right?

Do you find you care less about (some) things the older (I mean WISER) you get?


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Celebrate National Chocolate Chip Cookie Day (or any day) with this healthy version of the classic.  This super chickpea chocolate chip cookie is packed with chickpeas and flax and is full of protein, fiber, and all the deliciousness you would expect from a chocolate chip cookie.  Also, this cookie is the size of a pie.  I’m not encouraging you to eat it whole or anything, but it technically is one cookie. 🙂

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TGIF, party peeps! Is there anything better than just out of the oven chocolate chip cookies? The answer I’m looking for here is, no.  Here’s another question, did you know that May 15th is National Chocolate Chip Cookie Day in America?  Too bad I’m not in America anymore.  Oh wait, whatever, I’m still celebrating American holidays.  After all, I’m still American (I think I have to wait four years to become officially British).

I have recently become obsessed with the blog Chocolate Covered Katie.  I have stated (many a time) that I live under a rock (mostly), and it takes me forever to discover amazing things, like Miss Katie and her chocolate covered empire.

Also, she has a cookbook.

Recently, I discovered (and by discovered I mean I’m, like, the billionth person to) that the chickpea is an excellent substitute for flour in baked goods.  Yes, the chickpea.

A few weeks ago, I shared a recipe for Super Healthy Edible Cookie Dough, as my way to survive an unhealthy liking to cookie butter.

Eating cookie dough with a spoon is great and all, but I decided I wanted an actual baked good.  I took to Pinterest and found Katie and her delightful desserts gone healthy.

The recipe I have used is technically for her blondies, but I decided to make a single, giant pie sized cookie with my dough.

Super Chickpea Chocolate Chip Cookie



Look at that thing!  I felt like Cookie Monster baking the dough in a pie dish, but it had to be done!

This recipe is so easy to make, and if you bake it on your own, you don’t even have to feel bad about not sharing the dough left in the mixing bowl!  I always share.  Okay, sometimes I share.

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Super Chickpea Chocolate Chip Cookie
Recipe type: Dessert
Serves: 1 (LARGE)
Substitute flour for chickpeas (and none of the deliciousness) in this chocolate chip cookie the size of your head (literally)!
  • 1½ cups chickpeas or white beans (1 can drained and rinsed)
  • ¾ tsp baking powder
  • ⅛ tsp baking soda
  • level ¼ tsp salt
  • ¾ cup brown sugar or coconut sugar
  • Two tsp vanilla extract
  • ¼ cup ground flax
  • ¼ cup peanut butter (or nut butter of your choice)
  • ½ cup chocolate chips (you can use dairy free, carob, dark, white -whatever you like, really)!
  1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Blend all ingredients (except chips) until very smooth in a good food processor (I used an immersion blender, and it worked awesomely).
  2. Mix in chips, and scoop into a greased (or parchment-lined) pie dish.
  3. Cook for 25 (to 30) minutes
  4. Note: This cookie will be softly baked - leave in the pan for about 15 minutes after cooking!


I cut my cookie into eight pieces, but you could be more (or less) generous with the servings!

Warning:  These are addictive and GO FAST!

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TGIF!  First off, I have to say THANK YOU to all the wonderful bloggers who nurtured my bruised ego yesterday, gave me virtual hugs, inspiration, and kind words of encouragement.  It recharged me to get over it and on with better things!

All the uplifting support really couldn’t have come at a better time, as today would have been my father’s 64th birthday.  I can’t help but continue to feel an emptiness whenever a family-centered day comes around, and mine is missing our leader.  My father was amazing and the kind of person I aspire to be each day of my life.  It continues to break my heart that we lost him to cancer in 2011.

One thing I regret is that I didn’t have my life together when I lost my father.  I was unhealthy in every way.  I know that he worried about me and my future.  That’s one of the main reasons I vowed to turn my life around and why I decided to get healthy finally.  I want my father to know that I’m okay and that I’m happy.

I have changed my life completely, and I am glad that I can connect with my father through my healthy living journey.  However, I also feel sadness that I cheated him out of the adult Erin he would have like to have met, who incidentally, is much like the younger (more passionate) Erin he used to know.

When I was growing up, I was excellent at downhill skiing.  Not just good, my father would say, “born with a natural talent that people can’t create.”  I began to train as a racer at a young age.  My father and I would ski together all the time, and it was a particular way we connected.  I would never say that my dad was a competitive person because he never cared much for accolades, but when it came to me and athletics, he was always taken by my natural ability.  He always said I shouldn’t take it for granted.

Unfortunately, by the age of 16, that’s just what I did.   I quit playing all sports.  I know that this concerned my father.  I took to being an unhealthy teenager who didn’t exercise at all.  I became depressed and started to feel bad about myself.  I wasn’t capable at that age to understand the connection between stopping something I was good at that made me happy and being overweight, unhappy, and directionless.  I think we can all say, “if I knew then, what I know now” about many things in our lives.

I also developed an eating disorder.  I know that this worried my father.  I struggled with bulimia right up until the end of his life.  I drank too much.  I ate poorly.  I didn’t exercise.  I dated losers.  I had no money.  I had no career.  I had no passion.  I could go on and on here about the ways that I worried my father, and how I can’t take them back.

I know that those thoughts are pointless and he would be the first person to tell me, “Oh Erin, give it up” as he was never a fan of people feeling sorry for themselves.

So this is what I have to believe.

I have to believe that he knows that I have a stronger relationship with my mother than ever.

I have to believe that he knows that I’m healthy.

I have to believe that he knows that I’ve become an athlete again.

I have to believe that he knows I married a man he would have loved like a son.


Even though I took many painful detours in my life, I have to believe here is where I’m meant to be.

Sometimes the most painful experiences in life provide us with the most comfort and purpose.

Happy birthday, Dad.  My gift to you is the Erin you always wanted me to become.


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