I’ve never been the type of person to really worry about my weight. I won’t lie, I’ve been fortunate to have been born with a fast metabolism and relatively petite body shape. (Thank goodness for my parents!) I eat like I’m 6 years old, I’m talking chicken strips, french fries, pizza, and lots of bread. A LOT of bread. When I was a teenager, I could eat whatever I wanted, worked out for the track team, and never gained a pound.  But as you get older, your body starts to change and I’m really starting to notice that change. Have I gained weight over the past 7 years since graduating high school? Yes, but who hasn’t?! If you were to look at me now, you wouldn’t notice the extra pudginess I have on my tummy, or the way my thighs are starting to touch when I’m standing up, or even how my cheeks have gotten bigger over the years. But I notice. I’ve noticed and my self confidence has definitely started to dwindle because of it. Now let me state for the record: I do not care about the number on the scale. i really don’t. I just want to be able to fit into my jeans, without having to unbutton them when I sit down. I want to not be winded when I run up a couple flights of stairs, I want to feel confident in a bikini. 

I know how to lose the extra weight, and gain the muscle. I was an athlete. My dad was a professional athlete, and he taught me how to train. How to take care of my body from the inside out. I know my way through the gym, I can create the meal plans, I know how to do it. But it’s just so darn hard to stick to it! I figured if I talk about how I’m feeling, what I plan on doing, and my struggles/successes, maybe this blog and you readers can help me stick to it! I would like to lose some of the weight, and I know it’s almost all from what I eat. 

It’s hard eating healthy when I’m constantly gone from home. But here’s my plan. Before I go on trips, I will start making myself sandwiches. Now I know what you’re thinking: I just said I eat a lot of bread, and now I’m suggesting sandwiches?! But hear me out: when I don’t pack food for work, I end up eating out whenever I can find food that I like. This includes pizza, chicken strips, burgers, french fries, etc. If I were to stop eating this type of food as often (I could never completely stop with the burgers) and started eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, ham and cheese, turkey and cheese sandwiches I would start to notice a difference. If I packed almonds, raisins, craisins, fresh fruit, carrots, granola bars instead of Cheese It’s and chips, I would notice a difference. Just these small changes alone, will help me not only drop a couple pounds, but start to break the habit of always eating unhealthy. 

Now the sweaty part. Working out. It’s best (for me, personally) to work out when I’m on trips. All hotels have some type of fitness center which could include free weights, cardio equipment, pools, saunas, even free yoga classes. If I spend 30 minutes a night in the gym on my layovers, I will start to see a change in my body. I don’t have to start running three miles every day (I hate running long distances- but if that works for you, more power to you!), I could start off walking at an incline. This will not only help my cardio, but it’s a great way to clear my mind from a long day. I’ve already started this 30 day Squat challenge where you try to squat 100 times each day. Sounds easy enough, and it is for the most part. But sometimes you’re just so busy running around, you don’t even have alone time to squat. I find myself jumping up and squatting during commercial breaks, when I’m waiting for the water to warm up before my shower, and before I get dressed in the morning. I’ve even had to get some squats in pubic restrooms because if I didn’t, I wouldn’t make it to 100 that day. The first couple days were HARD. By day 3 my legs were hurting so bad. But by day 6 I started to notice it wasn’t so bad. Now I don’t do all 100 squats at once, although you could, I try to space it out throughout my day so it doesn’t get too repetitive. 

I’m hoping that in the next few weeks I can really start to see some changes in my body, maybe not looking at it but at least feeling a difference. Wish me luck! 



It’s the beginning of February, and I’m just now coming up with my goals for this year. (Please don’t judge me!) Here are my goals, in no particular order: 

  1. Move my life to Wisconsin. It’s about darn time! I spend about half of home time, in Wisconsin. (When I say home time, I mean the few days a month that I’m not traveling the world.) It’s not going to be easy, especially with my schedule and her schedule, but it’s getting harder and harder to be away from her and our lives are coming together quickly. It’s going to be really hard to say goodbye to California, to my family, to everything that I’ve ever known. But I’m excited for what the future holds for us. 
  2. Working harder on my blog. I want to revamp this whole thing! Instead of focusing on my depression, I want to focus more on my everyday struggles and life changes. This is a time in my life where nothing is staying the same, and I want to be able to document those changes, share my feelings, and show other people that it’s okay to not be okay with change. 
  3. Continue with my education. If you’ve read my blog before, you know that I have started taking classes to (FINALLY) finish my college degree. I decided to take a break from school during the holidays, and honestly I need to continue that break. Working and spending half of my time in California and the other half in Wisconsin just doesn’t leave much room for studying, papers, and actually focusing on my education. Once I move, I plan on picking right back up where I left and hopefully finishing my degree in a couple years. 
  4. Stop stressing myself out. I’m not perfect. I need to remember that. There are going to be times where I just can’t do everything. I need to learn how to ask for help and stop being such a control freak. The best part of having a partner is that I don’t go through anything alone, and yet I’ve been pushing her away because I think I have to be the one to handle everything. Definitely not the case. 
  5. Enjoy my life. I’ve had so many years of struggles, frustrations, and just being downright sad all the time. I can’t control life’s curveballs, but I can control my reactions. It’s time for me to start living, to enjoy the little moments, and just be happy. 

What are your goals for 2018? What are you willing to change to make this year your best year yet? 


In just five days, my honey and I are headed to Honolulu! It’s her very first time and I want to make sure that we both have such an amazing vacation. We’ve decided on staying on Oahu, and not renting a car. There’s a couple places that I definitely want to take her- Diamond Head, Pearl Harbor, and (obviously!) the beach. But other than that, I have no idea what we should do. I need help! Any affordable suggestions of must-see things to do or places to go in Honolulu. We don’t mind taking public transportation , or Uber/Lyft, and I’m thinking of renting mopeds for a day! If you have any ideas of what we should do, let me know! 


The past few years of my life, I’ve been trying to find what I’m passionate about. I’ve struggled to find what makes me happy, what takes my stress away after a long day. I know that there are some things that I enjoy to do, but it’s nothing that I would want to turn into a career.

When I was seventeen years old and had just been accepted to Washington State University, my dad asked me what I was thinking of majoring in. I knew I wanted to be a teacher, but I always had the dream of playing the piano professionally. My dad suggested working towards a major (or minor) in classical music or piano. It sounded like a great idea at the time, and I thought that was what I would do. After about a week of thinking about it, I realized that it just wouldn’t work for me. Playing the piano is a hobby of mine, it’s something I love to do for me. I love it so much, that I only play for myself. I couldn’t bring together what I do for school, and what I do for fun. I needed to keep those separate so I could still enjoy playing the piano. 

I wonder now if my life is still the same. Even though I enjoy doing something, would the enjoyment be taken away if I made it more of a career than a hobby? 

I love baking, but more so just for fun for my family and friends. Sometimes I think about possibly opening a bakery, but I’m not a professional. I love baking for my fiancé, especially when she requests something I’ve never tried to make before. What if I make a career out of baking and end up hating it? 

Photography has been something that I’ve come to enjoy the past couple years of traveling. I love getting to take pictures of my family, the sunsets, and the beautiful cities I get to visit. I have a great camera, it works for me, and my knowledge is very basic when it comes to lighting and editing. I could take some photography classes, maybe become a professional, and open up my own studio one day. I could enjoy that. Right now, I take pictures for me. For my family, for my friends, just to capture the moment and the beauty. Would I still feel passionately about it if it was my job? If I was taking pictures of a stranger or the same city every day? 

Now what else do I enjoy doing? What else could I possibly see myself doing one day? What do I do now? Well.. I write? It’s not quite stories, but I’ve written short stories before. I don’t have the English major, to be honest I only took one English class in college. I’m a decent speller, and I’m proficient when it comes to grammar. (See, I used proficient!) Could I sit down and write a book? Would I want to be an author? Or maybe I should stick with the blog, and just write on here? I just bought a writing book that I am going to try out, it gives you topics of a story to create and just one page to do it. My other passion, is reading. I love to read. My bookcases are full of books that I’ve read, and I have no problem rereading. When I shop at thrift stores, I head straight for the discounted books. How do I cheer myself up on a rainy day? I go to the bookstore. Once again though, I don’t have a college degree (yet!). I wouldn’t know how to be an editor or a publisher, I wouldn’t even know how to get into that type of career. My question still comes to mind, would I want to mix my passion with a career? 

Who knows what I’ll end up doing with my career. Part of me still wants to be a teacher, part of me wants to try something new- something that will allow me to be home with my family, work at my pace, and to do what I love. Making money won’t hurt either! How did you decide what you were going to do for a career? Do you feel like you made the right decision, or do you have any regrets? Let me know in the comments! 


I’m so excited! It’s been awhile since the last time I was able to cross a new city off my list, and today I finally get to explore a new place. Detroit, Michigan! 

Now let me just say. It’s freezing cold outside. It’s colder than freezing cold. I keep checking the weather app on my phone, hoping it’s a mistake or it’ll get warmer. Nope. It’s 9 degrees but feels like -6 degrees with the wind chill. NEGATIVE 6 DEGREES! It’s 60 degrees in California right now. My suitcase is stuffed with layers upon layers and I still think I’m going to freeze out here. But I just made myself some hot chocolate, so hopefully that might keep me a little bit warmer. 

I’m here for 32 hours, and I’m dying to go outside and explore. This is probably my second favorite part about my job- getting to walk around a new city and just see all that it has to offer. I’m dying to try some food out here, maybe even grab a drink or too. Does anyone have any suggestions of MUST SEE places here in Detroit? Let me know in the comments. Oh, and if you’d like to see my adventures as they happen- follow me on snapchat and Instagram (@babyvbaby) I’ll be posting all day on my story! 

Wish me luck in the motor city! 


It’s been awhile since I’ve posted, and I know I have some explaining to do. I wish there was just one simple answer, but there isn’t. I’ve been so busy, overwhelmed, and just plain stressed out the past few weeks, that I just haven’t had any time to write. Not to mention, I haven’t really known WHAT to write about lately. I’ve been considering shutting down Stuck on Kitchen Floor, just because I’m at a point where I don’t really know what to say, I don’t know what to do with this blog anymore. But I feel like that would be quitting on something therapeutic that has helped me through the past couple years. I’d be embarrassed if I quit now. 

When I first started this blog, I wanted this to be a place where I could share my daily struggles, my thoughts, and find people going through similar struggles in life. It’s been two years, and the only people that read my posts are a couple family members and a few friends. (I am INCREDIBLY honored and thankful to you reading this now!!!!) But I wanted this to be more.. public. To be able to be shared and reach people all across the world. Now I don’t want to be famous, I don’t want to make money off on my blog, I would just like to create a place where I can share my thoughts, my travels, and my life story as I’m creating it. 

It might take me awhile, so I’m asking you to be patient. I’m trying to figure out what my goals are with Stuck on The Kitchen Floor, and how to make it happen. So many parts of my life are changing, and this part is changing as well. I hope when I’m finished, when I am satisfied with the way this blog is coming together, that you are still reading this. 

See you soon!