Starting My Meal Planning Business

Two years ago, I earned my certificate in Plant-Based Nutrition from T. Colin Campbell Center for Nutrition Studies. My goal in achieving this certificate was to continue on my path of health and wellness. Fitness and nutrition are two things that I am passionate about, even though there are many times I have lost motivation.

Last week, I was challenged by my husband to create meal plans. I am starting with both vegan and vegetarian meal plans. Once I have proven success with that, I will narrow my plans down to strictly vegan meal plans. With the money I earn from my meal plans, I will get re-certified as a Fitness Trainer through ISSA (International Sports Sciences Association).

Before I made my free 5-Day Meal Plan, I started to reflect on why I want to go down this path. Currently, our world faces a deadly pandemic, and it’s clear, now more than ever, how important it is to take care of yourself. Not only by staying home whenever possible and wearing a mask in public, but also by eating right and exercising.

Personally, my anxiety has been worse since this pandemic hit our state. Worrying about getting sick in addition to the challenge of homeschooling my daughter has been difficult. Exercise and a healthy diet has proved to be great ways in improving my mood. Despite knowing that, the motivation to continue my fitness journey has declined and become almost non-existent lately. While I am lucky enough to have a gym inside my home, my fridge and pantry have been stocked with unhealthy junk food. And in the four short months since the pandemic hit, I’ve gained almost fifteen pounds. Yikes!

Learning to embrace every part of my fitness journey

Creating these meal plans, and filming live videos making plant-based recipes, I am gaining the motivation to eat healthier. Diet has always been a struggle for me, but I know with Plant POW! I will be able to stay consistent.

There are so many benefits to meal planning, including saving time and money. And if the weeks meals are already planned out, there’s no temptation to turn to unhealthy foods. My personal goal in meal planning for myself is to lose weight and feel better about myself. I will be taking this journey alongside everyone who chooses Plant POW! Meal Plans.

I can customize meal plans based on your goals, whether those be to lose weight, save money or make healthy meals for your family. Send me a message here and check out my Facebook page for more details!

-Toniann

Outgrowing People & My Own Toxic Behaviors

Well, it’s been a long time since I’ve blogged. Yesterday, I turned 30! I’m at an age I was so anxious to reach. But honestly, it’s given me a chance to reflect on my 20s and really take stock of myself and the kind of person I would like to be going into this new decade of life.

I would be remiss if I didn’t admit to the countless times I’ve been the toxic person in many situations in the past. And I’m sorry for that. No one is perfect. I get angry, jealous, I gossip about people; I compare myself to others, and look for validation from other people. Honestly, it’s exhausting.

I’ve always tried to stand firm on keeping myself away from people who bring too much drama in my life, but somehow, I still find myself participating.

People who thrive on negativity are just not the kind of people I want to surround myself with. I do believe you spiritually outgrow people. There comes a time when you realize that NOT feeding into drama is the best solution. “When you starve drama of your energy and attention, it fades into oblivion.”

One of the most toxic traits of mine that I would like to leave behind is negative self-talk. With the ongoing pandemic keeping us at home, I thought it would be a great opportunity for me to focus on my mental health but…

I’ve been really hard on myself lately. Having to homeschool my daughter with a toddler demanding every bit of my attention has been fucking hard. I’ve lost my patience too many times. And I wind up laying in bed at night, believing that I have failed both my daughters in some way.

As far as homeschooling is concerned, I am thankful to only have one school-aged child. I see you mamas out there with more than one child in school, I can’t even imagine the struggle! I recently had a video conference with my daughter’s teacher, and she told me not to worry so much. My daughter is doing well in her schoolwork and that I shouldn’t be so hard on myself. And that was just what I needed to hear. It felt like a weight was lifted off of my chest.

I wish I could do that on my own. I need to be able to tell myself that I’m doing ok, great, even. That my efforts aren’t going unnoticed and my family is thriving because of everything I do for them.

You would think me being home all day means that I could get a lot more done.

NO FUCKING WAY!

The only way I can actually get stuff done throughout the day is if I plop my kids in front of the television for hours at a time. And I do that, even if it’s just to give me a moment of peace. Yet, I still beat myself up for that. I tell myself I should have played with them more, I should have yelled less and snuggled more. But I am doing my best, which isn’t that bad.

I’m also going to stop taking things personally. My anxiety makes me believe that if someone is angry, upset or sad, that it is somehow because of something I did. It’s a dangerous road to head on. I no longer want to go through that kind of thought process. It’s mentally and emotionally draining.

The one thing that I always come back to is staying off of social media. The happiest I’ve been is when I’m off of ALL types of social media. Social media balls up everything I’ve listed up above: comparing myself to others (so-and-so just went on another vacation, I’d like to go on vacation!), taking things personally (everyone’s gotten together to hang out, why wasn’t I invited?), and negative self-talk. I truly believe if it’s out of sight, it’s out of mind. If I don’t see everyone’s posts, I can’t get sucked into unnecessary drama and I don’t take things personally.

I know that outgrowing certain people and leaving my own toxic traits behind will be the ultimate form of mental self-care. With everything going on in the world, I could use every kind of self-care there is.

In the end, I’m not perfect, no one is. But I’m going to try my best to leave all the toxic shit behind me.

I am an amazing person. I am a badass mother. I am a wonderful wife. And I am ready to grow into the best version of myself. Bring it on 30!

Happy 30th birthday to me!

-Toniann

Reminiscing About My Wedding Day

The hubbs and I are planning our vow renewal. Next year in January, we will be celebrating 10 years of marriage! WOW! Now, those of you who know our story, know that when Jon and I got married, we only had 4 guests: my best friend Kayla, Jon’s brother, a friend and his girlfriend. At the time, even that small amount of people broke the bank for us. I was pregnant, we were living in our first apartment together, and we only had one income. We were broke to say the least. Despite not having a huge wedding with all our family and friends there, that cold day in January was one of the happiest days of my life. On that day, I married my best friend.

I remember planning our first wedding so clearly. My best friend was planning to visit me in Florida for the first time since I had moved there from New York. Jon and I were engaged, and I was pregnant with our first daughter. My father had been pestering me to get married before the baby was born. So I told Jon we should get married while Kayla was visiting. She could be a part of my wedding. A few days later, we visited a chapel down the street from our apartment. We had a meeting with the sweet, elderly British couple that owned it. We told them about our tiny budget, and they worked with us and helped us plan everything. We picked the date and time, and we were going to get married!

That morning, we got up early and got ready. Kayla did my hair and put a little makeup on me. I got dressed and we all got into our car and made the 2 mile drive to the chapel. I was so excited. I asked Kayla to give me away, since she was my only family there. I remember walking down the aisle, and seeing Jon waiting for me and for a split second, I was so nervous. But as soon as I stood in front of him, I knew, without any doubt, that I was about to make the best decision of my life. The elderly British owner officiated the wedding, and as soon as he started talking, I broke down crying. And I don’t mean sweet, pretty crying, I was full-on ugly sobbing. I could blame the pregnancy hormones, but honestly, I had waited to marry Jon since I was a teenager. I was incredibly happy that it was finally happening.

After being handed a bunch of tissues, we exchanged our vows and became husband and wife. When the officiant said:

“You may now kiss the bride”

Jon and I kissed, but this old man wanted us to kiss more. “She’s your wife now, kiss her!” And we awkwardly made out in front of everyone while our friend took pictures. It’s hilarious to think back on that moment. I actually told my daughter about it the other day and it made her blush. She loves hearing stories like this.

Anyway, after our make out session in front of our friends, family and the elderly British couple, we walked down the aisle together as husband and wife.

After we left the chapel, we headed back home and made a big dinner for all of us.

Here we are, almost 10 years of marriage later, and we are planning to renew our vows. We always talked about having the wedding we always dreamed of for our 10 year anniversary. Now that we’re planning it, it’s so surreal.

We’ll be renewing our vows in Florida, with all our family and friends who couldn’t be there the first time around.

I am beyond excited to celebrate our 10 years of marriage. Jon is truly the man of my dreams, and I would marry him again and again.

“In you, I’ve found the love of my life, and my closest, truest friend.”

-Toniann

My Constant Battle with Grief

This past weekend, we had dinner with some of my husband’s family. As the night’s conversation went on, we got on the subject of grief. Each of the four of us had lost one of our parents: I lost my father almost five years ago, my husband lost his mother at the age of six, and our hosts also lost a father and mother.

It was an emotional conversation for all of us, as each of us know that the grief from our loss never goes away.

There are many days that I do not want to think of my father, and it pains me to admit it. The reason being, thinking of my dad ultimately leads to sadness at the fact that he isn’t here anymore. But despite my efforts, thoughts of my father always fill my mind.

There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think of my father. Just recently, I had the sudden urge to pick up my phone and give him a call to tell him about what his youngest granddaughter is getting into. Despair soon came over me, realizing that I won’t ever have a chance to tell him about my children. He would have loved hearing about all the new things my daughters are doing. In particular, he would have enjoyed that the girls are taking swim classes. I know he would have taken credit for how talented my oldest daughter is in swimming. Being a natural in every sport he played in his life, any athletic achievement my brothers and I made growing up, were because of him.

So I imagine how the conversation would go in my head. Telling him how well Isabella is doing in swimming, him telling me that she gets it from our side of the family. And I would chuckle, and let him take pride in his granddaughter’s athletic abilities.

I remember a time when I foolishly thought I had my grief under control, that I was finally getting better. But then I gave birth to my youngest daughter, and I was overcome with sorrow. I agonized over the thought of my baby never meeting her Granpappy. Pained, because the only memories she will have of him are the stories I tell her. It took me a long while to deal with this anguish. It is a feeling I still battle with daily.

I long to have one more conversation with him, to make him laugh like I used to. I want to give him a big hug and tell him how much I love him. Wherever my dad is now, I hope he knows just how much I miss him. My heart breaks a little more every day that he isn’t with me.

This April will be five years since my father passed away. Some days are easier than others. There will be times I hear a song my dad used to listen too, or I suddenly smell his cologne, and I break down crying. Sometimes I’ll hear the same song, and smile fondly at the thought of my father, sitting in our living room, enjoying the music, looking over at me with his smile. I like to remember him that way, before he got sick, before he left me forever. When I dream of him, he is his old, healthy self. I want to always remember him that way.

I miss you like crazy old man.

– Toniann

Happy 1st Blog Anniversary to Me

Wow, one year already! It’s actually been a bit longer than that, but I have been slacking with posting here on my site. What an adventure it has been since I started this endeavor over a year ago. When I first started my blog, my goal was just to help people, and even myself, by sharing my stories. And the more personal my stories, the more support I got from friends, and even people I’ve never met before in the blogging universe. That has been the best feeling ever, feeling that I am making some small difference in someone’s life.

It’s been difficult to keep up with my goal of a weekly post, especially as the year has gone on. And it is difficult to promote my blog while at the same time trying to stay off social media as much as possible. So I say to anyone out there who is reading and who has been enjoying my blog, please subscribe and you can read my posts directly in your email.

A new year is upon us, and I have to admit, 2019 was a pretty rough year for me. I had hoped that it wouldn’t be because I also struggled during 2018. I think I’ve just been feeling a bit lost. Moving here to Arizona has been the best decision for my family. Our daughters are thriving out here, my husband has a great job and we’ve made lots of friends, some really great ones.

So why do I feel this way, despite my life being as great as it is?

Yes, I am married to the most incredible man, and we have 2 of the most amazing daughters I could ever ask for. But I can’t help but think: who am I, without my family?

I believe moving here has forced me to really look at myself. I don’t have all the family support that I used to have back in Florida. I am out here, raising my children, without the help I once took for granted. I find myself wondering if I am a good mother, if I am doing right by my girls, if I am a good wife, and even, if I am a good person.

I have started many projects in an attempt to get me out of this funk, this blog being one of them. I got my Certificate in Plant-Based Nutrition, I started (and stopped and started) studying to get re certified as a Fitness Instructor since fitness has always been my passion. I joined the PTA at my daughter’s school to get more involved. All have lit a spark in me at first, but soon fizzle out.

Now, coming up on my 30th birthday in a few months, the feeling of “What have I done with my life?” is stronger than ever. It can get pretty daunting.

But I won’t let this feeling consume me, not this time.

Family time

I know I am an incredible mother, I am a wonderful wife, and I am a great person.

My goal for this year is to really focus on myself. Accomplish the goals I sought to accomplish last year. And to stay committed and be consistent.

I promise to workout everyday, drink lots of water, and eat healthier. I promise to read more books, study fitness and work towards getting re certified. I promise to blog weekly and stay off social media as much as possible. I promise to be grateful for everyday I have with my husband and kids.

2019 was tough, but that doesn’t mean 2020 has to be too. I am stronger than I think I am. Another year over, and I hope I’m another year wiser. I cannot wait to see what 2020 has in store for me.

Happy bloggiversary to me!

Bring it on 2020!

-Toniann

My Love of Christmas

I’m sure many people, like myself, love Christmas. It has always been my favorite holiday for as long as I can remember. When I was very young, Christmas was my favorite because all the anticipation for the presents we would be getting. But I don’t remember many Christmas’s like that as I got older.

When I was a preteen, there were years my mother did not even want to put up a Christmas tree. I would ask her why and she would just say “What’s the point? There won’t be any presents under there on Christmas morning.” That feeling stuck with me. Yes, I was sad that she did not see a point in putting a tree up. So I made a promise that I would be the one putting presents under the tree that year, and every year afterwards.

We had a fake white Christmas tree, I was ecstatic when my father first brought it home. We had done real trees up until that year. But this year, I would be putting up the Christmas tree all by myself. I was the only one in my apartment with the Christmas spirit. I put the tree up, inserting each set of branches from bottom to top. Then, I got the ornaments out. When I came across my mothers antique glass figurine ornaments, I asked if she wanted to put them up with me. Still no.

But that didn’t stop me. I put the tree up, put all the ornaments, lights, garland, and finally our star with the angel in the middle. It was wonderful. I had some money saved up, and I would make trips to the Walgreens and buy little gifts for everyone: Milky Way candy and makeup for my mother, my fathers favorite musk cologne, and monster LEGO-type toys for my brothers (despite them being teenagers). I wrapped each gift and placed them under the tree. I knew it wasn’t much, but I was so excited for Christmas.

I honestly don’t remember everyone opening up their gifts, I just remember the joy I felt getting ready for Christmas. That feeling of bliss during Christmas has never left me, even years after that Christmas as a young girl.

And that wonderful feeling of happiness I have during Christmastime has only intensified since I’ve become a parent.

Seeing the delight in my daughters eyes as we put up our tree and decorations is amazing. Hearing Isabella talk about Santa and the magic of Christmas fills my heart to it’s brim. And absolutely nothing is better than seeing their eyes light up as they see their gifts under the tree on Christmas morning.

I will always love Christmas. To me, Christmas is a time of happiness, giving and pure magic. The tiniest gestures have a greater impact during this season. I hope my daughters never lose sight of the magic of Christmas. I sure haven’t.

Our attempt at a Christmas photo this year.

-Toniann

My Lifelong Struggle with Stretch Marks

If you’ve ever seen me in person, you’ve certainly caught a glimpse of some of my many stretch marks. They’re part of me I’ve had no choice but to accept, even though I’d rather not have to deal with them.

I credit my skin to my father, although he never got stretch marks as badly as I did. I remember him having stretch marks around the tops of his biceps from working out. My mother on the other hand, never got one stretch mark, despite 3 pregnancies and weight fluctuations while we were growing up. She couldn’t relate to my struggle at all, she couldn’t fathom why this was happening to me. She would even say that she didn’t even moisturize, while I slathered my body in cocoa butter, praying that I wouldn’t get another stretch mark.

I remember getting my first stretch marks on the insides of my knees in seventh grade. I had gone through a growth spurt over the summer. Later that year, I got 4 huge horizontal stretch marks across my back that even my pediatrician had never seen before. They honestly look like whip marks across my lower back. Then puberty hit, my boobs and butt grew and stretch marks came along with those.

I used to use Mederma scar gel, which did lessen the appearance of my stretch marks. But it was too expensive for my parents to keep buying for me. It needed to be applied 3-4 times per day and I had many stretch marks covering a good part of my body at that time. I remember one little tube costing $24. My parents tried, but the cost became too much.

Despite having stretch marks, I still wore my two piece bathing suits during the summer (no stretch marks on my stomach) and I always wore short shirts baring my midriff. Some people would comment but it didn’t bother me much, it was never negative, at least not to my face.

And then my now-husband and I started dating, and we both gained so much weight. I gained around 50 pounds, weighing the most in my entire life. As I packed on the pounds, I noticed stretch marks forming on my upper arms, soon reaching all the way down to my forearm. I even started to get some on my gorgeously smooth tummy, which was heartbreaking to me. When I realized I needed to make a change and start exercising and eating healthier…

I got pregnant.

I weighed 175 pounds when I got pregnant, and I was beyond excited that we were going to have a baby. The day my daughter was born, we checked in at the hospital and I weighed 201 pounds. My stomach during that time had gotten covered with stretch marks, which I expected. Despite using all kinds of lotions and creams. Yes, I used Palmers Cocoa butter, I even used cocoa butter baby oil. But nothing I tried worked. Nothing I had EVER tried worked to prevent my stretch marks. My belly got so big, people thought I was carrying twins, and the stretch marks that came in my last trimester were painful. The stretch marks on the underside of my pregnant belly were half an inch thick, my skin was literally tearing.

38 weeks pregnant.

About 2 years after my daughter was born, I was heavily into fitness and became a group fitness instructor. I had become vegan and I lost all the baby weight and then-some. I was in the best shape of my life. But I fell off when my father got sick with pancreatic cancer. I took up smoking cigarettes again and gained some weight back.

December 2013

Then in 2016 I got pregnant again with our second daughter. I was at a healthy weight to start and all was well, weight-wise. No new stretch marks, at least none that I could see. My stomach had stretched out so much the first time I was pregnant (and I still had a lot of excess skin) that at the end of my pregnancy with my second daughter I still had a little pouch of skin at the bottom of my belly. It wasn’t noticeable to anyone other than myself.

It’s been a lot harder to bounce back after having my second child. My stomach is extremely saggy and even at my lowest weight last year, I still had a lot of excess skin. So I only wear bathing suits that cover a majority of my stomach because I’m embarrassed of how horrible it looks. Yes, I know I shouldn’t be ashamed, I should be proud of my body. And for the most part, I am. I feel like a total badass that I carried two children. But there’s always that little voice in the back of my head telling me that my body, covered in all these stretch marks, is hideous. That no matter how much I work out and get my body in the best shape, I’ll never be able to do anything about these stretch marks.

I have accepted the fact that I can’t do anything about my stretch marks. The best thing I can do is love my body with all its flaws. I’m learning to ignore that voice in my head telling me my stretch marks make me ugly. I love myself, and I’m learning to love my stretch marks. My stretch marks tell a story about my life:

A story of a little girl growing up…

…of a young woman happily in love,

…of a mother carrying her children,

…and a story of a certified badass.

-Toniann

Riding the Happiness Wave

Hello everyone! I’ve taken the longest break in posting since I’ve started this blog almost a year ago. It’s been a crazy busy time during my absence. To sum up, I started this month with anxiety and dread because my husband was going to be away for almost a whole week and with his schedule, we wouldn’t be able to talk frequently. Partner that with the thought of me being completely alone with the girls for that entire time without any help, and I was scared shitless. Thankfully, brother-in-law came to the rescue and came over for the weekend and helped me out. That week was rough to say the least, but I made it through.

About a week after my husband came home, I woke up in a good mood, which is rare for me. And I thought to myself:

It feels amazing to be in such a good mood!

Now when I usually wake up in a good mood, it doesn’t make it to the afternoon. With picking up my daughter from school, heading to the grocery store, homework and cooking dinner, I’m pretty wiped out and cranky.

But these past few weeks, I’ve been choosing to be happy. It started out unwittingly, but then I became aware of the choices I was making throughout the day. I realized that happiness is not a daily choice, but its a moment-by-moment choice. That sounds exhausting, but honestly, holding on to my anxiety and stress of the day is so much more tiring. It is hard to choose happiness in certain moments, but I am becoming more conscious of when I need to just let things go. And it feels great.

I always thought singing along to music meant you were in a good mood, but that’s not always the case. When I’m starting to feel anxious, I’ve been busting out in song while in the car with the girls and getting them to join in. It makes me forget about my stress in that moment. It’s little things like that that are keeping me on this happiness wave.

When I thought about riding the happiness wave, I always imagined it was something out of my control, like an actual wave.

“I’m riding this happiness wave for as long as I can because I’m not sure how long it will last.”

I would always say that when I was in a good mood. But it’s not actually like that. I can ride this happiness wave for as long as I want. I can choose to be happy, to see joy in everything, even the stressful situations. I’ve always heard that happiness is not a destination, it’s a journey. Even knowing that, I still didn’t fully understand it. Now, I feel like I’m finally grasping it. I no longer want to drown in a sea of unhappiness and negativity, and I don’t have to. I choose happiness.

It’s pretty liberating to say “fuck off” to those negative feelings. I not only owe it to my family to be happy, I owe it to myself. So to all of you reading this, I hope you choose happiness today and everyday. It’s too fun to pass up.

Halloween Family Fun

-Toniann

Navigating Through a Tumultuous Relationship

One of my first blogs last year, I talked about toxic people. It’s easy to cut toxic people out of your life, but not if its family. Sadly, I have many toxic family members as I’m sure most people do. But I’ve put up with shit out of loyalty to my family.

I am struggling as I’m writing this. I’m really not sure if I should be talking about this or not.

I’m fighting with this decision to blog because the tumultuous relationship I’m referring, to is with my mother. And I’m terrified she might read this.

Throughout my life with my mother, things weren’t always difficult, I have plenty of great memories with her. But I feel like there are so many more bad memories. Maybe that’s just because those are much more painful.

My mother, like my father was, is an alcoholic. She has struggled with alcoholism for what feels like my whole life. Like most addicts, she downplays the role that alcohol has in her life and doesn’t believe she has a problem.

My mother has suffered from depression on and off throughout my life, even though she never got a diagnosis from a doctor. And I know her struggle with depression and alcohol go hand-in-hand. Her depression got so bad when I was a child that she hadn’t left our apartment for years. People in our neighborhood actually believed she was dead. As a young child, I remember her telling me…

“…I should just kill myself.”

I remember pleading with her not to leave me, that I needed her. And even though we don’t have the best relationship, I’m glad she didn’t commit suicide like she had wanted to countless times.

Her struggle with alcoholism got worse when I was around 12 years old. I suspect she had been mixing prescription pills with alcohol but I can’t be certain. I remember her hallucinating and my father had to take her to the hospital. She had alcoholic hepatitis which caused jaundice. She went into the hospital the day of my first period, so that day will always stay with me. I didn’t have my mother at such an important stage in my young life.

She was in the hospital for days, I can’t recall how long, but I do remember the doctor talking to us. My godmother was there, and the doctor had said if she starts drinking again, she will die. She seemed sincere when she said she never wanted to drink again. I was hopeful for the future.

But she went back to drinking. It wasn’t long after she got out of the hospital. I remember we were at our neighbors house and she had poured my mom a beer. I yelled and reminded her that the doctor said she’ll die if she drinks again. She brushed it off like nothing and took a big gulp. I ran back across the hall to our apartment crying because I really believed that my mother was going to die. And she couldn’t have cared less.

Quitting drinking was difficult for my mother since my father was also struggling with the same addiction. Alcoholism is something both my parents fought with. My father lost his battle 4 years ago and I know my mother will eventually lose hers too. Losing my father was hard for all of us, but especially for my mom. This has caused her depression, and thus her alcoholism, to get worse.

I’ve gotten to the point in my life where I’m done fighting. Alcohol will always win. For a long time, I was angry and bitter about my parents “choice” to drink. But I know that addiction is a disease. And as long as my mother doesn’t want help, I cannot help her. It still stings of course, because alcoholism has negatively shaped our relationship.

The only thing I can do is be there for her as much as possible. I have come to terms with the fact that she probably won’t be around for much longer because of her addiction. It doesn’t make it easier. I try to take it one day at a time. Some days are more difficult than others. But I am really trying to maintain a good relationship with my mother.

I love my mother with all my heart. I wish so much that my love was enough for her to quit drinking for good, but life doesn’t work that way. I wish things were easier, I wish I could help her, and I wish she could be happy.

-Toniann

20 Things You Might Not Know About Me

Well everyone, its been 7 months since I started my blog. For those of you who have been here since the beginning, you have no idea how much I appreciate you. And for those who are new to my blog, I hope you are enjoying my posts. So I figured I would post 20 things you might not know about me.

  1. I have no middle name. Both of my brothers do, but I guess my parents figured since my first name was already two names, I wouldn’t need another one.
  2. My dream is to open up my own fitness center. If you’ve been following my blog, you know that fitness is my passion and I used to be a group fitness instructor.
  3. Green is my favorite color.
  4. My favorite book series is Harry Potter. I grew up reading the books, and I remember being so excited when the next book was published. I’ve even gotten my daughter into the books, and got her the first illustrated book last Christmas.
  5. My favorite show is Friends. I’m currently watching season 2 as I sit here typing.
  6. I love playing video games. I wouldn’t call myself a gamer per se, but at the moment I am obsessed with a new game called Stardew Valley. I like a wide variety of games, and my husband and I love to play together.
  7. My favorite meal is a burger, fries and a milkshake. Vegan of course.
  8. I played with Barbie dolls until I was 13. I can’t be the only one right?
  9. I have 4 tattoos and look forward to getting more.
  10. I used to have a belly button ring and tongue ring. Pregnancy has wrecked my stomach and my tongue piercing has since healed.
  11. My favorite beer is Guiness stout.
  12. I used to smoke cigarettes. I took up vaping to help quit and in a drunken emergency have smoked a few cigarettes. But its not a habit anymore.
  13. I LOVE horror movies. I grew up watching them and I still love watching them; even though I can’t watch alone.
  14. I have a certificate in plant-based nutrition.
  15. I’ve never traveled outside of the United States. It’s definitely happening in the next few years. We’ve been making traveling more of a priority and I’m ecstatic.
  16. I love naps and sleep in general. If humans didn’t need sleep, that would be awesome, but we do, and I love it.
  17. I’m really into true crime. I’m currently watching Homicide Hunter: Lt. Joe Kenda.
  18. I love Disney. I grew up watching Disney movies and I love going to the Disney parks.
  19. I love wine. I’m not as fancy as I’d like to be but I’ve done a few wine tastings and can’t wait to do more.
  20. I wanted to be a stunt woman. Back when I was a young teenager, I totally wanted to be a stunt woman. I thought they were the most badass people on the planet and never got enough credit. But I changed my mind once I realized I didn’t actually want to break all the bones in my body.

Well, there you have it: 20 things you probably didn’t know about me. I hope you had as much fun reading this as I had writing it. What are some things people don’t know about you that they might be surprised to find out about? Comment below and let me know!

Back in 2004, when I still wanted to be a stunt woman.

-Toniann