Sh*t People Say on Instagram

After taking a two month hiatus from Facebook, (kind of like Rihanna, but without a nude picture scandal), I spent more time with the types of social media that personally make me happy, laugh, and keep me inspired–Pinterest, Twitter, and Instagram. I carved out more time to make the recipes I salivated over (and could actually say “Nailed it!” to some of the creations), enjoyed the witty banter and chats with people I swear would be my BFFs in IRL, and scrolling through pictures of everyday life—well, I just became plain ‘ol addicted to Instagram. It’s about to knock Twitter out of place as my favorite!  But as much as I love it, I realized that there is definitely some Sh*t People Say on Instagram that they’d have me believing is the absolute TRUTH if they had their way.

Sh*t People Say on Instagram

Sh*t People Say on Instagram… 

no excuses

1.) There are #NoExcuses
No one has any. Apparently, I am the ONLY one that sometimes lets life interrupt and prevent me from 100% eating clean and getting to the gym everysingledaynomatterwhat because I’m #fitfam and #fitfluential and that’s just what you do or else your fitness card is taken away and you’re beaten with a dumbbell and chicken and broccoli are pelted at you in a public shaming. Phew! That’s a lot of pressure. But #NoExcuses!


2.) Starbucks, Nutella, & Overnight Oats are totes ahhhmazing.
I’m weird because I don’t like them. Oh I like Starbucks, but because I can’t afford to go to Starbucks every day and post pics of me with my red cup, but instead I make it at home old school like, I’m missing out because it’s not the same. And who doesn’t like Nutella and overnight oats? Me. Oops. What??? So yeah, girl, you can’t sit with us.

Make up at the gym

3.) If you wear make-up at the gym you should suffer “Make-up Shaming.”
That’s right. I’m not Team Natural and haven’t been since the sixth grade, Sephora makes my heart race, and I can and do lift weights with make up on. I didn’t wake up like this, I didn’t participate in the “make-up-free selfie” thing that was going around, and sometimes I wear make up while I’m just sitting on my couch with nowhere to go BECAUSE I LIKE IT even though no one will see me. Shame away!

if you still look cute at the end of your workout

4.) You didn’t sweat enough. Your workout is invalid.
I didn’t work out hard enough because I’m not drenched in sweat. Never mind you can’t see my back sweat or crotch sweat (ladies of IG, some of you and I discussed this already), and because my hair is still in place and beads of sweat aren’t pouring down my face, I might as well just count this workout as a loss. Pshhh. What a waste. Where you sweat is the only determining factor of your effort. Bad personal trainer—how didn’t I know?

I hate online dating

5.) You’re clearly an Online Dating Reject but need to try it for the 16th time because I know somebody who…
Well, Sally met her boyfriend on eHarmony. And Mary Jo is married to the man she met only a year ago on And Suzy just got engaged and she met her fiancé on OkCupid. Seeing as how upon even the SLIGHTEST mention of online dating, I’m BOMBARDED with stories of how someone or her best friend or her sister’s cousin’s Zumba instructor met, dated, got engaged and then married her SOULMATE from doing online dating, something is clearly wrong with me because I haven’t. Clearly.

treat yo self

6.) Commitment to clean-eating. You ain’t ’bout this life.
I am the only one who enjoys a fine meal of beer and pizza or wine and a burger sometimes. No one else eats anything that is not paleo/vegetarian/vegan/loadedupwithquinoaandchiaseeds 100% of the time. And they don’t drink alcohol. It’s the devil’s brew. Only water. Infused with a lemon. An organic lemon.

Wraps are a Lie _ Stolen pics 1
Wraps are a Lie _ Stolen pics 2
Wraps are a Lie _ Stolen pics 3
ALL STOLEN PICS OF ME, by the way!!!

7.) Join my $25,000 Pyramid Scheme to reach your fitness goals.
If I don’t join your team and then recruit more members to then in turn each form a team, I won’t lose weight. If I don’t wrap my fat, I won’t lose weight. If I don’t use the exact supplements you take, I won’t lose weight. Because, well, I didn’t already lose weight or anything. I mean, duh, what was I thinking about knowing how to lose weight without those things.

Date Night Friday

8.) Turn down for what?!
It’s Friday night, sister. Errrrybody’s out. Either on a date or at the club with their girlfriends. What are you doing on the couch with your Chipotle and Dateline NBC? Yeah, you’re single but how are you going to meet anyone if you’re at home solving mysteries eating a chicken soft taco? Umm, because it’s not Date Night. It’s Dateline Night.

Working out in the morning

9.) You snooze you lose. Goooooo morning workouts!
If you didn’t spring out of bed to go run or to the gym when that alarm went off at 4:30am., your whole day will be a disaster. You won’t have enough energy to carry you through to the end of your workday. Heck, you’ll be too tired after work and you will skip working out all together. Everyone else is up posting their post-run, post-gym pics by 6am with hashtags like #ITrainWhileYouSleep or #5amgymsesh and you’re just waking up. How lazy, Cherie. We all know workouts after the workday don’t count anyway. Jeeze.

Yeahhhh, Instagrammers. You say the darndest things. Haha, always making me laugh though! ;-) Have any of you regularly seen some Sh*t People Say on Instagram that they believe is the gospel?

Self Deprecation and Two Words You Use That Are Killing Your Vibe

Every time you use these two words self-deprecation wins: “Just” and “only.” Whenever you qualify something that would otherwise be highly awesome with “just” and “only”, a kitten falls out of a tree, a baby unicorn loses its horn and a piglet turns into bacon. Sad, yes, but I must get your attention to make this point.

Self deprecation...STOP IT.

Why do you qualify what you do, how you look and who you are with these two words? Is it the case of not wanting to pat your own self on the back? Not wanting to toot your horn? Worrying that you’ll sound conceited? Girl, pat away, toot that horn and realize that confidence does not equal cockiness.

Confident not Cocky

I hear and see it so much; whether in conversation, overhearing (no, not eavesdropping, thank you) or watching it play out online. Random Girl A does something pretty doggone fabulous but to not sound like a braggart, downplays the heck out of it to Random Girls B and C. After doing this so much, it’s not even that she’s worried about sounding like a braggart, she downright doesn’t believe she’s enough/worth it/deserving of any kudos and starts to convince herself of her lack of badassery.

True examples:

Random Girl A: “Oh cool! You’re running the marathon!”
You: “No, I’m only running the half marathon.”
Self-Deprecation removed: “Actually, I’m running the half marathon and super thrilled!”

Random Girl A: “I love your outfit. You always look so pulled together!”
You: “Oh, this? I just threw it on. I look a mess.”
Self-Deprecation removed: “Thank you. I love to accessorize.”

Random Girl A: “You work at ACME Widgets. Looks like a fun place!”
You: “I’m just a temp.”
Self-Deprecation removed: “I do work there. It’s exciting and different every day!”

Random Girl A:
“You look like you lost weight.”
You: “I only lost 18 pounds.”
Self-Deprecation removed: “Thanks! I’ve been eating clean and working out for a couple months. It’s working!”

Look, I’m not sitting pretty in my glass house throwing stones at y’all. I’ve done it, too. But for the past month or so, I stopped. Cold turkey and said the heck with it. I’m going to stop being using these qualifiers and stop being fearful. Because face it—a lot of this instant anti-positive reaction comes from fear. You’re fearful that someone will think you’re full of yourself, fearful that they didn’t really mean what they said and then you’ll look silly having fallen into a mocking trap, or fearful of what the outcome will be. I’ve had it with fear. I already have debilitating fears of vomit, airplanes and clowns—I’m not adding confidence in myself and my abilities to the fearful list. So I flipped the scaredy cat script.

My own true life example:

Me: “My dream social media job became available. I should apply!”
Self-Deprecating Me: “I just have experience with Cherie Runs This. I’ve only done social media with my fitness business, not a company-company.”
Self-Deprecation removed: “I’ve built Cherie Runs This from the ground up, researched and self-taught myself the ins and outs of social media and I’ve been doing this for almost 5 years. What I don’t know yet, I will learn. I’ve done well for myself with social media and promoting this business of mine. Heck, I have over 22,000 followers on Pinterest alone. That’s more than some companies! I’m applying!”

Once I took the “just” and “only” out of my mouth, acknowledged my capabilities, gave myself a “Dayyyyuuuum girl” peptalk, I wrote a bangin’ cover letter, tooted my horn, I actually landed an interview AND a second interview is scheduled for this week! I of course don’t know what the outcome will be, but I know if I had listened to the self-deprecation spew I wouldn’t even be this far in the job consideration. I wouldn’t be considered at all.

It's Handled
{You can always channel Olivia Pope if you need to.}

So what to do to say sayonara to the self-deprecating you?

One, let people compliment you for a change. Most people, at least in this day and age, don’t have don’t want to take the time to blow smoke up your booty. If they don’t want to say it, they probably won’t take the time to tweet, message, post or tell you that they think you rock their socks off. They’ll keep on scrolling or walk on by.

Two, with or without their compliments you have to get to a place where you truly believe that you and your actions are worthy. You didn’t only squat 135lbs. You SQUATTED 135lbs!! That’s 20 pounds more than you’ve ever done. You didn’t just run a 5K. You RAN A 5K!! Remember a couple months ago when walking around your block one time gave you major grief? If you stop and think about it for a moment instead of automatically adding “just” and “only” before you speak, you’ll see your awesomeness coming out.

If you don't ask the answer is always no.

Three, remember the three “ifs.” This quote is the truth. If I’m ready to wuss out about something lately, I start reciting it to myself. It’s simple. It’s right. Try it. Seriously, like today. These have you ready to spring into action, tell fear to hit the road, and leave self-deprecation, “just” and “only” in the dust.

Well, I feel ready to just go be awesome all over the place now! {I hope you do, too!} And at some point, I will apply all of this confidence in talking the opposite sex. Because right now I’m still working on the “just” and “only” when it comes to landing a fabulous hot, sweet, loyal, dependable, sarcastic, musclely, tattooed, bearded guy who drives a big truck. It’ll come, it’ll come. ;-)

Am I just alive or am I living?

I left my heart in North Carolina. Well, a piece of my heart and not literally. I’m supersupersuper thrilled to be back in the City of Champions or “Pittsburgh” as the non-believers may call it, but the main thing I miss is spending time with one of my best friends, Tracy.

Cherie and Tracy
Me & Tracy celebrating Memorial Day in NC before I moved!

When I found out that I really was moving back here for good, I had all these visions in my head of going out for girl’s nights out on the town {or at least going to the local Applebee’s} with my high school and college girlfriends who live here. But those visions were dashed. While I’m soon to be divorced in 50+ days, have no babies/kids, husband/fiancé tending to do, they’re all shacked up, married with kids and can’t ever seem to get away. Blah.

Someecards everyones getting married

So I have to make my own fun by myself. It’s cool. I’m finally understanding the difference between alone and lonely. I’m not lonely, I am alone. And alone is okay. I’m the one responsible for making my fun. Haha, but since I’ve been here, I think I’ve been doing a sucktastic job. Taking myself to the local smoky dive bar to watch Steeler games (especially when they lose like this past Sunday–the JETS?! Come on, man!) is okay, but it’s not really what I had intended to do with this newfound freedom and fresh start. I had to ask myself, am I just alive or am I living?

When Tracy announced she, her hubby, her fabulous daughters + one boyfriend and cool niece would all be in tow and heading up here for the weekend of October 26th for some debauchery, tailgaiting and all around awesomeness in Pittsburgh I. Could. Not. Wait. My calendar had been marked for months! Tracy is 50. Yes, 14 years my senior but she is the coolest 50 year old ever (other than my 50 year old sister who also rocks). We met at a Steelers bar in Chapel Hill, NC, years ago and it was friendship at first sight. I think we were making fun of the same thing and it was just meant to be. (Those are always the chicks I end up befriending.) Her hubs rocks and her twenty-something daughters, the boyfriend, and niece are equally fabulous. I love good people. And people I already know. So light and easy and comfortable!

Tracy and family
me and ashley
Obviously pics from Easter weekend. Haa. Hence the ears.

The weekend finally arrived (yeah, I’m obviously late writing about it, whatev). I met them at their hotel where they were staying. After hugs all around, we piled into one van and trekked off to the city. I was beyond pumped. Okay, so I live in the suburbs of Pittsburgh. I think it’s a mere 26 miles or so. If I were a marathoner I could run it. Yet I cannot get my arse there to do annnnything. I’m lazy in that respect and always like, “Ughhh, but I don’t feel like driving into the city. Gas is too damn high. Maybe next month.” Yet, I loooove Pittsburgh, right? I know. Told you I’ve been doing a sucktastic job of this, haha.

Primanti Bros Sandwich
Yeah, no. Don’t put me down for fries on my sandwich.

The first stop was Primanti Bros. in the Strip District. It’s home of the “French fries” on the sandwich-sandwich. I might have my Yinzer card taken away for this, but I’m not down with fries on my sandwich. I love French fries too much to combine any other tastes with them. So I ordered mine on the side. You face shaming for doing so, but we don’t mess with my French fry consumption okay. I don’t get to eat them that often! Though I like to keep my fries separate but equal, I was amazed that I hadn’t been to this Primantis since college. Seriously, like 15 years. How on earth have I not gotten back here since then?

After lunch we walked down to the street to check out some Steelers vendors/stores. I can’t have enough Steelers stuff. And they don’t live here so they needed to stock up. (I will always make excuses for needing to go into a Steelers store just so you know.) We saw a restaurant  across the street with a rooftop bar. Of course we were going to have to go.

Rolands Pittsburgh PA
Rolands Pittsburgh PA view

It was an unusually awesome late October weather day in the ‘Burgh so we sat up there and sipped adult beverages. I took pictures. Because, well, blogger. Then it dawned on me that I pass this restaurant while running the path of the Pittsburgh Half Marathon! I’ve always wanted to sit up here and have drinks while looking at the passerbys below. I couldn’t believe I was finally doing it. Seriously, FINALLY. After like two years of wanting to come here?! What took me so long?!!!! After the drinks outside, we went inside for air hockey and more drinks. Then a little bit later we made our way over to the Duquesne Incline.

Duquesne Incline front
Duquesne Incline me

“What, we’re going on the Incline?” I asked with glee?

Duquesne Incline view
Duquesne Incline front building

Born here, raised here, came back here and now I was JUST riding this world famous incline for the FIRST time? I couldn’t believe it. Yeah, I do have a weird fear of falling and just look at it—it has “falling” written all over it, but I’ve still always wanted to ride it. Thanks to Tracy + The Gang, I was about to do it.

It was total awesomeness. We didn’t die. So that was especially awesome, and the city looked even more gorgeous from above. I need to do this more often. :-)

We finished up the evening by heading to Quaker Steak and Lube for dinner and more drinks (my liver was in for a hurtin’ this weekend) and then said goodnight for the evening.

Heinz Field
Heinz Field tv in truck tailgating
We set up right outside of Heinz Field. No tix, but Tracy’s husband hooked up a TV in the back of his truck. Handy!

The next day we piled back in the van and headed back downtown for the main event of the weekend–the tail gating! It was my very first time tail gating (I know, right?!) and it did not disappoint. Even if we hadn’t kicked the Colts’ butts (which we did) it still would have been and amazing day!

Heinz Field Tailgating

Heinz Field Tailgating Tracy

Everyone was setting up the food, drinks & such.

Heinz field me in steelers hat

I was helping of course, but had to stop to take a selfie. I’m always me no matter where I am, haha.

Heinz Field me and tracy

Since I was taking pics, Tracy and I took one together to commemorate the day!

The only bad part of the tail gaiting is the bathroom situation. There are none. But being a runner, I’m used to the Porta Potty struggle. It was on the other side of the parking lot, and because I had a good bit of adult beverages throughout the day, I often had to go. Brightside, I got to sample random foods from fellow tailgaters along the way (it was free to take, right? Ughh?) and stopped to listen to Steeline–an awesome Pittsburgh drumline.

Heinz Field Steeline drum line

I wanted to play the drums but my mom made me pick the flute. Bummer. Anyhooooo, this was an AMAAAAZING weekend. Again, I can’t believe it took my bff to come all the way from NC to get me to experience stuff in my own dang city. But I know what’s out there now and I really know what I’m missing. I want to see more. I want to do more. I need to put myself out there and experience Pittsburgh…experience life.

I’ve wanted to move back here since I left in 2002. I’m thankful for all that I experienced in my 12 years away, but there’s nothing more that I wanted than to be back. Single, about to turn 37, soon-to-be divorced, no set career, financially roughin’ it–this was definitely not how I pictured it though. I suppose I thought I’d have my own little version of Tracy’s family. But it is what it is. This is the life I have; this is where I start. I was alive but now I’m going to live.

Yeah–alone and living. I can do this. :-)

The 10 Guys I See at My Gym

I’m a chronic people-watcher. Love it. I could do it for hours and never fail to be entertained. But for lack of time of being camped out at the local mall, bus stop, or park bench, I get in my people-watching at the gym. A guilty-pleasure and a pleasure-pleasure knocked out at the same time…twofer!

We ladies are an interesting bunch. And I say “we” because I’m sure I do something that must be quite odd to others as I never see anyone else doing it. (Except my male counterpart and I’ll discuss him later.) My thing? I’m the star of my own lip-syncing version of American Idol, the X-Factor, and The Voice all rolled up into one. I am LEGIT busting out the song as if this is THE performance that will get me to the end of the show, trophy in hand with confetti falling all around me. No one else seems to be bopping along and singing like I am. What are they listening to in those earphones? NPR? Whatev. I know I look strange. I caught my own self in the mirror and was like, “What on earth?!” But I was happy. Endorphins do it every time.

The 10 Guys I See at My Gym

But this post—this is all about the guys. Whilst I gaze around, there are 10 guys I see at my gym.

1.) The Helper

gym spotter

I don’t just see The Helper. I interact with the helper. Moreso, he tries to interact with me. Picture it—I’m in position to do my weighted hip thrusts, I believe I only had two 45s on the bar at the time, and he’s all tapping me on the shoulder, standing over me, “Do you need help? Are you in distress? I can help you. Let me get those off you.” Guuuuurl. My looks usually precede my words and I really am trying to get better with this, but he quickly knew that I was A-OKAY without his assistance. Usually if people are in danger of being crushed, they’ll scream. I didn’t scream.
Maybe I grunted, but I didn’t scream. Don’t help me; help the bear.

2.) Cool Water

Someone has soiled the air

If you’re putting in work at the gym, you’re bound to end up stinking. Sometimes STANKIN’. I appreciate the effort to control your odoriferousness, but that mixed with the cologne is creating a whole new type of pungency. Besides, your manly sweaty pheromones are way hotter, IMO.

3.) Run DM (and I) C You in Those Track Suits

80s tracksuit and mullet

I. Love. The. 80s. Apparently the older dudes at the gym loved and are still loving them, too. Now, I envision that I will always be partial to my Lululemons as I get older, but maybe 30 years later I’ll realize it’s time for an update. But nope–these dudes are holding on to the swishy pants/jacket combo until the very end. Bonus points for the guy with the mullet AND the track suit. He’s my fave.

4.) Brosef, Dude & Associates

Bros at gym

I’m a lone lifter. I go in, pick sh*t up, put sh*t down and bounce. These dudes travel in a pack. Not just for spotting action when going for a bench press PR, but errrrywhere. To the free weights, to the weighted barbells, to the cable pulls, to the water fountain. “Leave no man behind!” is their motto. I’m all for the camaraderie, but man does it tie up a station sometimes. You have to wait for ALL of them to get their sets done. Although listening to their language is like a class in linguistics. No clue what they’re saying but I think it’s usually about a party, a girl, last night, and beer all being AWESOME, DUDE.

5.) Average Joe

cuddle and protein shakes someecards

He is my most favorite of all. Not quite there yet, but far from where he started. He knows what exercises to do, does them with great form, and he even works legs! Regular t-shirts, gym shorts, headphones—nothing flashy. He’s not making a big commotion to make his presence known. He’s under the radar AND under the bar,
simply putting in the work. This is a dark horse, y’all. Definitely my “one to watch.”

6.) Hyped Hoverer

When pre workout kicks in

“Hey, honey, how many sets you got left? Are you almost done? You ‘gon be finished soon? I got next!” Man, calm the f*ck down. I’m going to need to you take a little bit less pre-work out next time, m’kay? He’s hovering, jittery, pacing, jumping up and down all right up in my space! The C4 has kicked in and he has to lift NOW! Too bad any of the above questions work the exact opposite on me and I suddenly take my sweet ‘ol time…

7.) This Is My Jam Sam


So yeah, this guy is my swolemate. He feels the beat. The music is about to propel him to the next level of the most epic workout ever and he’s not afraid to let anyone know it. He’s not just lip-syncing and pulling a Cherie, he’s dancing, too. Mad, fresh skills. I want to talk to him, but I think it’s going to end up one of two ways: He’ll either challenge me to a dance off and I’ll decline because I’m a wuss and he’ll just walk away because I’m not on his level or he’ll challenge me to a dance off, I’ll perform horribly and he’ll shout, YOU JUST GOT SERVED.

8.) Creepy Rob Lowe

creepy gym guy

He’s not just in the commercials. He’s at my gym. Just staring. Leering. Creeping. All the while wearing jeans. JEANS.

9.) Mr. Tips

Do you even lift

Similar to The Helper, I see Mr. Tips walk over to ladies who appear as though they’re newish to the weights side of the gym. This is when Mr. Tips likes to pounce. He’s not always skeevy, but the way he finds the need to show the ladies how to hold the dumbbell just so, or get into proper form—yeah, not necessary. It all appears to be a rouse so that he can touch them or ask for the digits because usually Mr. Tips is the type of guy that the question “Do you even lift?” would be directed toward. Because, umm, no. I don’t think he even lifts.


10.) Loud Muscles

I pick things up and put them down

(I got a quick pic of mine! The pumpkin is covering his head, haha.)

He looks like the guy from the Planet Fitness commercial, “I lift things up and put things down.” But that guy in the commercial seemed like a harmless old chap. Yeah, he was jacked, slicked up muscles poppin’ from every inch of his body, but he seemed generally nice. Like he would lift and keep to himself. Let the muscles speak for themselves. Loud Muscles looks just like him but he HAS to make his presence known no matter where he is in the gym. So loud, so boisterous, so much standing in the mirror flexing, peacocking, and talking to any and all around him. Whether they want him to or not. It’s like he was a member of Brosef, Dude and Associates when he was a little bit younger, but then somehow DID get left behind (probably because he was annoying even to them), and he’s been trying to make his presence known ever since. We hear you. We see you. And again, we hear you.

So, are any of these fellas at your gym, too?

Nutri Ninja Review…Time To Shake Things Up!

Remember how I was all excited back in June to go to my first Fitbloggin’ Conference? But then I up and moved cross-country which depleted my bank account and any available vacation time to take such a trip back down south for said conference? Well, some good came out of it—even though I couldn’t make it, I was still receiving all kinds of lovely emails as though I was still a popular blogger participant.

Nutri Ninja

One such email—my fave—was all, “Hey, thanks for coming to Fitbloggin’. Would you like a complimentary Nutri Ninja to review?” Umm, hey hell yeah I would! But then there was that whole “not being an attendee” thing. :-( I ‘fessed up that I was on the list to go, but could not due to personal circumstances. Sure that this would have me losing the opportunity to score such a free fine piece of blending badassery, I was a bit sad to hit ‘send’ on that email. But honesty pays off, kids—they said I could still receive one and review it anyway!

Nutri Ninja and its contents

I couldn’t wait to tear into the box! I’d been seeing them on store shelves and infomercials for a while now and was stoked to have my very own. But until the grocery fund would allow me to stray from the standard necessities + bacon, I kept it wrapped up. This gave me more time to salivate create recipes in my head and then pretend like I had a secret Christmas gift stashed in my living room.

Nutri Ninja shake ingredients Klean Athlete Protein Powder

Nutri Ninja ingredients in cup

During this last trip to the store, I finally managed to scoop up some ingredients to make a creation—the Appleblasm, I call it. Autumn has me craving apples like no other season. And apple cider, apple pie, and appletinis…The Appleblasm will do my body better, though!

Nutri Ninja Smoothie Recipe

The ingredients I used:
1 green apple (cut into pieces)
1 cup of fresh spinach
½ cup cottage cheese
1 tsp vanilla
½ orange
½ water
4 ice cubes
1 scoop of non-flavored protein powder (optional)

Nutri Ninja fruit

Nutri Ninja contents in cup

The green apple makes it tart, which I love, and the orange gives it a nice balance so I’m not puckering the whole time. You could also use Greek yogurt instead of cottage cheese. I’m a fan of plain Greek yogurt so I rarely, if ever, have flavored yogurts in the house. Of course I thought I had yogurt in the fridge and didn’t when it was time to make this, so luckily I happened to pick up the cottage cheese. I added the protein powder because I like that additional serving of it after my weights sessions. Depending on your workout goals/protein needs/ingredients at home, you may leave it out if you desire!

Nutri Ninja blended ingredients

**I normally keep the skin on the apple when I eat it alone, but I’d probably peel it the next time I make this. Also, the cottage cheese doesn’t make it tart enough for me, so I’ll grab my plain Greek yogurt the next time I’m at the store.**

Nutri Ninja in glass

Overall, I rate this Nutri Ninja with an A+!! It completely blended and pulverized my ingredients to a nice consistency—no lumps! This motor is powerful, haha! The set up was super easy and it doesn’t take up a lot of space on my kitchen counter—fantastic when you only have a small amount of space and want to have access to it on the daily. I’m sad I had to miss Fitbloggin’, but getting this Nutri Ninja wasn’t too shabby of a consolation prize!

**All opinions were truthful and my own. A favorable review of the Nutri Ninja was not required for receipt of the item. I honestly loved it!**

Sciatica Update & Digging dōTERRA Oils

I don’t want to speak too soon, but my sciatica madness that has plagued my right leg for three solid months is 99.999999% gone. It no longer wakes me up on cue at 3 or 4 am every night while I writhe in pain. I am able to walk without looking like drunk pimp. I can stand for longer than 24 seconds at a time without needing to sit in a chair or any dirty floor (giving zero cares to the grime underneath me). And sweet baby goodness gracious, I’ve solidly been able get back to the gym!!!

post gym pics

I haven’t yet been able to determine why it finally stopped hurting.  I mean, no joke, it was EXCRUTIATINGLY the worst pain of my life from July to September, nonstop, never relenting. I wouldn’t wish sciatica on my worst enemy even Tom Brady. I was taking Vicodin like Tic-Tacs to no avail. When my prescription ran out, a friend’s husband suggested Excedrine for Migraines. Odd, but it helped a little. I added in some Aleve for good measure. Seriously, it was getting ridiculous. I felt like a druggie!!! I’m much too goodie-two shoes for that. So when I couldn’t take one more pill to knock out the pain before bed, red wine did it. Because yeah, alcohol seemed much more classy than the pill-popping. It was all bad. This HAD. TO. STOP. I was envisioning that scene from the movie Saw where the guy hacks off his foot and it seemed like a brilliant idea. This was bad, y’all.

Saw...sciatica relief

As a last ditch effort, I started rubbing some dōTERRA® oils on my leg, hipbone, back and butt. My sister is a dōTERRA® Wellness Advocate and insisted I try it. I won’t lie. I rolled my eyes. Oils? I’m ready to go all Jigsaw and sever ties with my right leg and you want me to rub oil on it???

Doterra Essential Oils _ Dianne Hart Pettis

She mixed together a couple essential oils (different oils have different uses) and I put it on every night before bed. The smell was awesome. But even better? After the first night of using it, I actually felt some relief. Ever the skeptic, I was like, “Well, it couldn’t be the oils.” But the ONLY thing I had done differently in three months was use the dōTERRA® oils and then suddenly I started to feel better. Now, maybe the sciatica had started to run its course. I don’t know. But if using the oils was wrong I didn’t want to be right. But yeah, after it didn’t hurt for about 5-6 days (I wanted to really see if it was gone), I deemed it time to go back to the gym. That was a little over a month ago and I’ve been feeling pretty fantastic!

doTerra Breathe Respiratory Blend oils

This Breathe Respiratory Blend oil is my favorite. I put a drop on a tissue and sniff it when I’m stuffed up and can’t breathe, put a drop in my shower after a hard workout (ahhhmazing aroma all through my house) and I even took a few whiffs of it when I was getting over food-poisoning the other day. It helped the queasy tummy feeling! I shall never roll my eyes at my big sister again. Well, not as long as she’s offering me these oils. ;-)

I’m so thrilled to be back in action. I’m not myself when I’m not working out. Well, I’m a heavier, more depressed version of myself, I’ll say. I don’t like it. What I do like is taking care of body. This is the only body I have and I need it to be healthy and happy. Inside and out. Physically and mentally. Gym game on!


Friday Night Foodie Night: Bowl of Ramen Noodle Goodness

When I’m craving a food, I lose all a good bit of ability to concentrate on anything else but said food. This happened last Friday afternoon. As productive as I tried to be, ramen encompassed my entire mind. I don’t know if it was the weather—it is starting to be the kind where you want to get bundled up on the couch in your Snuggie slurping from a huge bowl of something hot. Or maybe it was the fact that it was Friday—as grandiose as the plans in my mind will be for work’s departure, I usually end up being bundled up on the couch in my Snuggie watching Dateline.

Ramen Noodles_

I was determined make this past Friday different. One, I spent quality time at the bar. Not the bar-bar, but gym, as in lifting. No beer for me! After pumping some iron, I then set off to get the fancy-schmancy ingredients to make the ramen.

Okay, no—they weren’t fancy schmancy. Long gone are the days when I stroll through the aisles of Whole Foods to get my groceries. I’m totally in the “shop at Walmart and rollllll-back” game. You know that All-State commercial where the deep-voice black dude is talking about a girl on a “ramen noodle every night” budget? Hahahahaha = my life.

Ramen Noodles broth and noodles_

I walked into Walmart with swagger. Totally from the workout though—sore AF.  I knew from checking out Pinterest earlier that I wanted to make a healthier ramen. Not the $0.29 cent a pack, crimped brick ramen—I was going to be a little bit classier on my solo date night. Treat yo’ self!!!  I found a pack of fresh-cooked Hokkien noodles which seemed to be the best Wally World offered and then I headed over to broth aisle. Oooooh store brand organic broth was only $0.30 more? Hey big spenderrrr! I got it. I had all the other ingredients at home minus a green onion. Picked that up and I was on the way to my house to get cooking.

Ramen Noodles shrimp and ingredients_

So the thing about me and cooking—I usually just look at a picture and then tell myself how I’m going to make it. I’m not necessarily the best at creating recipes or following them. If it looks like it should go in there, I put it in there. If it looks like I should bake it at 375* or broil at 500*, that’s what I do. I’m a free spirit chef. Which is why when y’all ask me—“How did you make that? What did you put in there? What is the recipe? How long did it cook? At what temperature” etc., etc., etc., I usually can’t tell you. Jeeze! Sheesh! Who knows these things?! I just cook! But seriously tho—I make it look good. Well, I try.

Ramen Noodles cooking_

I used two pans. One for the broth, noodles, shrimp, peppers, green onions, mushrooms, and a little salt and pepper. I may have even added a little rotisserie chicken spice. Maybe. The other pan was to soft boil the egg (I did it for about 6 minutes). Haha, as my sister said when I showed her a picture of the finished product, “I’d like all that if the egg wasn’t raw.” Well, with this dish that’s how it’s supposed to be. I don’t make the rules. I just look at the pretty Pinterest pictures.

Ramen Noodles Eggs and Shrimp_

Right as the broth/noodle pot was almost done, I tossed in the spinach for a hot second. I didn’t want it too wilted. Poured that pot of goodness into a bowl, peeled the egg, sliced it and placed it on top. Boom. Ramen that I had been waiting for all my life all day. It was so tasty I had it two days later. Took my bowl of yum and then proceeded to cuddle up on the couch in my Snuggie right on cue for Dateline.

Ahhhh, the single life. Don’t hate. (I see you reaching for your Snuggie and some noodles…) ;-)

10 Things I’m Not FALLing For

You know I mean business if I’m willing to end the title of a post with a preposition and just leave it like that. ;-)

Hello Autumn -

Anyhooo, Happy First Day of Autumn! I’m so not a summer person and quite thankful that it’s gone for three whole seasons now. I also don’t care for the term “fall.” I think “autumn” sounds so much more, well, autumnal. But for the sake of this post and being catchy and all with the title, I’ll go with fall.

Being that it is autumn fall, it got me thinking. There are so many things I think about when someone says “fall” and it’s another reason I never use it to name this season. I think of the other falls first–falling down, falling apart, falling behind, falling in love (psshhh. whatev.), and falling for something. None of these sound good to me. {{The falling in love thing is still questionable at this point.}}

10 Things I'm Not Falling For -

So while my mind was a’wandering as it’s been known to do lately, I thought of 10 Things I’m Not FALLing For. When in doubt, blog it out.


Perfect Facebook Life someecards

I’m just not that into you any more and had to deactivate my account. Moreso, I’m just not into the “perfect” lives those on my wall have been portraying. See, FB is different. I know these people in real life and I know it’s not all sunshine and rainbows. I know they are stone cold busted. Their “fake” happy lives were starting to make me feel like mine was lesser somehow. Like a good girl, I kept on scrolling, rolling my eyes, and clicked on something else for the moment, LIKE, LIKE, whatever… Then, I’d come back to my wall and it was more fluff from someone else. I couldn’t handle it. I’m a realist. I’m truthful if to a fault. If it’s a good day you know it; if it’s a bad day, you know it. No fluff. No fake. No fantasy. If your husband/fiancé/boyfriend, children, house(s), cars, jobs, bank accounts, Pinterest creations are really that perfect ALL OF THE TIME, then kudos. But I couldn’t handle it anymore and I’m not FALLing for it. Twitter keeps it real. See me there if you need me.


Impressing other people

I posted this picture somewhere a long time ago and then I found it again the other night. I read it about 637 times to myself. I end up doing sooooo many things that are important to someone else. Whether it be out of fear, guilt, not wanting to let anyone down, or doing it because I think I HAVE to–so much is done that is unappetizing to me. Nope. I’m not FALLing for it anymore. I reposted it on Instagram and from the response, it seems like a lot of you won’t be either. Good for us!


Weightloss, it's a journey. - Cherie Runs This

As I blogged about most recently, I’ve been diagnosed with a bitchin’ case of sciatica in my right leg. It is BLOODY TORTURE, y’all. My leg has been in pain since July. Not a day goes by that it doesn’t hurt. I had to take off time from the gym (doctor’s orders). I waited until that time had passed, attempted the gym for two days, and realized that was a bad, bad idea. Upper body, lower body–due to the kinetic chain, it’s all connected. I have trouble standing longer than three minutes at a time, walking is not great, and lying down is when it hurts the most. I’m going NUTS with missing the gym and I haven’t run in three months. I’ve told myself that I’m going to look like I did four years ago. (I know, I know—I should talk sweeter to myself, but again, I’m just being real.) I’m convinced that without the gym Fat Cherie will make a comeback. But NO. I worked TOO HARD to get where I am and I will not listen to my negative talk. I will not allow myself to believe that a little time off from the gym will undo my transformation. I’ve come a long way and I’m not FALLing for that.


Man with Cat_

Dating is a nightmare. Yes, every time I say I’m trying online dating, I get like, 19 people message me and say, “Ohhhh I met my husband/wife/fiancé/boyfriend/girlfriend/lover” online!!” Let me not try to be snarky here, but, umm, — THAT’S GREAT FOR YOU. I know you’re just trying to share your experience with me and all, but it’s not helping, thanks. I’m not having such luck. I’m just about over it. You see that picture? That’s a real life picture of a potential suitor. Well, he tried to be a suitor of mine. I can’t say the rest are much better. The dating world has changed soooo much since 2004 (the last time I dated) and I can’t say it’s for the better. Actually, it’s awful. At this rate, I’d rather just stay single for a very long time until someone wows me. At present time, there has been no wowing. Not the good wows anyhow. I did tell myself that I would have to settle and adopt 10 cats (I know where I could get the first one), but nawww, I’m good. I’m not FALLing for that.


Cheerios Protein Box

Can we just stop it with the adding of extra protein to junk foods so we’ll think we’re getting something really special? They’re EVERYwhere. With this cereal for instance you could have two servings of it, get almost the same amount of protein for less calories. You’re being duped, people. But if you want to be duped, cheers. Do your thing. I’m not FALLing for it, though.


morning workouts

You know what makes my mornings awesome? SLEEP. And all those, “Workout in the mornings before your brain knows what you’re doing” memes irk the sh*t out of me. My brain always knows what it’s doing. It would know pretty dang well that I was working out too early if I dropped a dumbbell on my skull because I was sleepy. If I’m Team Evening Work-Outer, can’t I just do what works best for me and my schedule and keep it that way? Why do you need to make me think that I need to do what you’re doing? I like post-work workouts. They de-stress me. I’m awake. I’m alert. And I get to sleep in. This works for me. You trying to convince me otherwise, does not and I’m not FALLing for it. Tried it, didn’t like it, NEXT.


if you still look cute at the end of your workout

Cannot stand this mentality. Or the ones about wearing make up to the gym. I usually have make up on when I go to the gym (again, I go after work). So after I work out, and I do work out hard enough, thank you, my make up is still on. And yeah, I guess I pretty much look the same as when I went into the gym. My face doesn’t sweat much–don’t hate! But my back is gross & sweaty. Anyhow–this meme isn’t valid; it’s poppycock. Maybe others should look within themselves to find out why it matters so much to them. I WORK–non-sweaty face, still flawlessly applied make up, hair in place and all. I’m not FALLing for this.


side chick

It’s not even about being cute, but you get the picture. Again with the dating thing–I’m awfully tired of the “Well, I have a girlfriend but we’re not really together” or “Yeah, I’m seeing somebody but we’re about to break up” or “I do have a girlfriend but it’s complicated.” I don’t want to be the side chick; I want to be the only chick. Until you are single-single, please go away. Let’s say we end up dating and you do break up with your girlfriend. Then, my old side chick position is now available. Now what? I’m not FALLing for it.


The Rock quotes

Most of you know my story–you know what made me go on this weight loss journey. You may remember my mother saying four words to me with her very last breath before she passed away in June 2009. “Save money, lose weight.” Looked me straight in the eyes when she said it, I promised her I would, and she closed her eyes. You can see I made good on the lose weight thing. But ummm, that money tho. Not awesome–and getting separated and being on my own with a sh*t ton of bills didn’t help. I moved back home to Pennsylvania a few months ago to start life anew and right now I’m temping–and that position could end any day. Yeah, so bills galore, no savings, no secure career, living paycheck to paycheck and feeling like I am just treading water and could drown at any moment. FABULOUS. This could completely push me over the edge; I try not to let it, but most days I’m right there. But I have to believe it won’t always be like this, right? I promised Mommy, right? I will not always have to struggle like this. I’m not FALLing for the doubt that takes over my mind at times telling me I will.


side eye nene

I’ve struggled with self doubt/self esteem issues for like, everrrr. I jokingly said to somebody that I lost 85 pounds but didn’t gain one ounce of self esteem. Sadly it’s true. Just when I think I’m feeling okay about myself, confident, looking all right, etc, I’ll get one of these side eye looks from someone and *poof* it’s all gone. At first, I’ll think, “Oh she’s just jealous. She’s a hater. I look fine.” But then, it all gets turned around in my head, “Well, maybe you do look a mess. You gained weight. Did you get dressed in the dark this morning, Cherie?” Ugh. Always, always a work in progress, but I must work on not FALLing for what my self-doubt voices like to tell me. They’re liars. They’re probably summer people, who work out in the morning, look sweatastic afterwards, brag about their lives on FB, have tons of money and eat protein laden cereals. ;-)

Sweet Potato Protein Pancakes & other scrumptiousness!

While I’m down (not out–NEVER out!) with the sciatica, I’m making sure to stay on point with my food.

You see these little “inspirational” posters all over Pinterest:

abs are made in the kitchen
{My boobs would look like that, too, if I held them up–just saying.}

I’m a believer. I’m not able to go all H.A.M. in the gym at the moment, but I can at least make sure that I’m not slumped over on the couch with a bucket of KFC and Ben & Jerry’s eating my emotions, haha.

I’ve been making all kinds of scrumptious goodies to make sure I’m getting a great mix of my proteins, complex carbs & the rest of the good stuff.

One was Sweet Potato Protein Pancakes. I promised I’d blog my recipe so here it is:

Sweet Potato Protein Pancakes -- Cherie Runs This

1 egg
3 tbsp. egg whites
1 scoop vanilla protein powder
1/2 cup milk
1/2 cup cottage cheese
1 tsp. vanilla
1 tsp. baking soda
1 cup oats
1/2 cup sweet potato puree

I blended it all together in my Nutribullet and made pancakes in a skillet like you normally would! Since people love to know EXACTLY which brands I used, let me see if I can remember–Optimum Nutrition Vanilla Whey, Horizon Organic Skim Milk, 2% cottage cheese, and organic sweet potato puree. That’s about as specific as I can get or it even matters. Do your own thing and get creative! :) {I’m sooooo not a recipe/food blogger, can you tell?! Haha, I’m like, oh, just use whatever…Haa.}

Here are some pics of other things I’ve made recently. And haha, nope. No recipes for those–I either just Googled (Google is your friend and will respond faster than I usually get a chance to) it, adapted it on my own, or made it up as I went. That’s the fun of it!

Spinach and Feta Stuffed Chicken Breast -- Cherie Runs This
Spinach and Feta Stuffed Chicken Breast encrusted with Crushed Almonds

Clean Eating Ground Beef and Red Quinoa Stuffed Peppers -- Cherie Runs This
Grass-fed Ground Beef & Red Quinoa Stuffed Peppers

Almond Crusted Crispy Chicken Nuggets -- Cherie Runs This
Almond Crusted Crispy Chicken Nuggets

Indian Spiced & Greek Yogurt Chicken Bites with Red Quinoa -- Cherie Runs This
Indian Spiced & Greek Yogurt Marinated Chicken Bites with Red Quinoa

Hard Boiled Egg, Plain Greek Yogurt & Berries snack
Hard Boiled Egg with Plain Greek Yogurt & Berries snack

Big zucchini -- Cherie Runs This
Received a crazy huge zucchini from a coworker and…

Clean Eating Zucchini Muffins -- Cherie Runs This

Made Clean Eating Zucchini Muffins, pasta & sliced up extra to save

Shrimp & Broccoli Stir Fry with Old Bay
Shrimp & Broccoli Stir Fry with Old Bay

Omelette -- Cherie Runs This
Omelette with Spinach, Tomato, Mushrooms, & Ham

Mozarella Stuffed Turkey Meatball Bites -- Cherie Runs This
Mozzarella Stuffed Turkey Meatball Bites

So yes, I’ve clearly been cooking and eating. I think eating healthy can be delicious. I don’t feel deprived and feel like my body is happier with these choices! And yes, it is happy with the occasional piece(s) of dark chocolate. Or a cookie. Definitely the cookie. Haa. BALANCE! ;-)

If it’s not one thing, it’s sciatica.


I feel good. Really good.

yellow and daisy
{Yeah, my mirror’s not dirty. They’re paint spots, okay? Haa.}

Well, except for a diagnosis of sciatica this past Tuesday.

Sweet baby goodness gracious, does that sh*t hurt. Sciatica stems from something else, and in my case, it’s stemming from the herniated lumbar disc. Yes, that same injury from June 2009. As I mentioned in my last post, or did I–I can’t remember, I reinjured it on the 4th of July when I bent over to pick up a VHS tape. Haha, lovely. For the past month, my right leg has been increasingly bothering me to the point of tears. As I sat at my desk on Tuesday breaking down in tears over the pain, I finally went to the doctor. Well, urgent care. I am currently a temp at my job, so I don’t have benefits or insurance and quite frankly let it get so bad because I knew I had no way to pay for a doctor, a medical bill, or meds. I thought it would just go away. Hahahahahaha.


No dice. In my attempts of ferociously getting back to the gym and to my “normal” self, I probably aggravated the leg more. Soooo…I’ve had to take 7-10 days off from my happy place, rest my leg, stretch, and foam roll.

foam rolling

Foam rolling is the devil, by the way.

But yes, yes. Except for this, and it too shall pass (I HOPE), I’m doing very well.

Aside from this little week and a half (again, I’m hoping) only, I’m back to my usual gym sessions,

gym selfie

gym selfie twoo
{Check out that sweat! Heck yeah!}

Eating clean,

fork to mouth

clean eats groceries

And yeah, having some treats. You’ll all know I say I’m not a health-bot and like to eat 80% clean & 20%…well, this. Haa.


Now, excuse my while I go deal with the Devil foam roller…;-) I’ve dealt with way bigger things than sciatica, so this will not beat me!