Confessions

**THIS IS NOT ANOTHER REAL HOUSEWIVES POST. I PROMISE** 

I am an introvert. I spend far too much time “in my head.” I keep a lot of things close to the vest, so to speak. However, this little blog has given me a small, yet delightful opportunity to let the voice inside of me get a little talk time. 

 

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While I may not know many of my readers in “real” life. The virtual world is a community, and a warm and welcoming one at that.

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Today, instead of a paleo recipe, I am going to tell reveal 3 things about me that few, if any, know about me. I welcome you to join me in this very cathartic confessional!

1)      I have already told you of my adoration, and vast collection, of shoes (high heels to be specific). What you do not know, is that I have a bizarre attachment to these shoes. I have a very difficult time parting with my shoes once they reach the point where they should go to “the place we shall not name” {The waste basket}. To me shoes are like tangible pictures that carry special moments and memories of my past. I can tell you stories that surround each and every pair of my shoes. (I promise I am not crazy, just a little sentimental at times). Over the weekend I discovered that one of my beloved pairs is showing signs that they are quickly approaching old age. 

When I walk they sound like chalk scraping the sidewalk because the heel is so worn. I love these shoes with all of my heart. These are the first and only thing I own with animal print. They were my touch of trendy/whimsy in an almost glaringly conservative wardrobe. 

Does anyone know if cobblers still exist? Because I must find one ASAP!

2)      I am a very low-maintenance type of person. I am the youngest child—but never was I ever “the baby.” I was the “you must go with the flow” kid. I can get ready in 5 minutes. I just recently discovered the use of eye-liner. I have never been scared of a little mud or rain. With this being said, I am THAT Starbuck’s person that orders the insanely specific drink. 

This right here is a short, extra-hot, non-fat, no whip, no foam Hot Chocolate. For real. Would I ever order this at any other place in the world—no way! Would I ever order this in front of anyone I know—no way! However, Starbucks basically bred me to do this. With options comes possibilities, and I have never been one to waste the potential to order the best drink in the whole wide world (please see my 5 adjective hot beverage).  I am looking forward to this winter when I will have to bring my own coconut milk to tack on another adjective!

3)      I am a Paleo eater. Clearly, this is not my revelation. This means I avoid grains, dairy, soy, and legumes while instead eating fruit, veggies, meat, and healthy fats (coconut and avocado).  I have been plagued with awful stomach aches for the past decade and for the first time in my life I feel better! I eat this way because it makes me feel good and because my body clearly has a problem with grains, dairy, etc.

With that being said: I, Sally Anne, am absolutely 100% addicted to Trader Joe’s semi-sweet chocolate chips. 

Obviously, you see that I hoard them. The problem is that we live an hour away from the closest Trader Joe’s. Thus, I stalk up whenever we visit a place that is blessed with a TJ’s. Nestle, Hershey, Baker’s , Guittard, Ghirardelli—none of them beats Trader Joe’s—and I would know because I have tried them all! I eat a handful of chocolate chips EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. They do not hurt my stomach, so I see no reason to stop!

Phew. That feels good to get off of my chest.

 Do you have any confessions or little tidbits about yourself to share?