Find the Best Smoothie Blender for People on a Budget

When it comes to the best blender for smoothies, there are several factors to look at. However, don’t be fooled by the fancy features that come with most appliances these days. You probably won’t even use them. When choosing the right smoothie blender, the first thing to do is look at the design and check the efficiency of the machine in terms of how well it can crush hard ingredients such as ice. This is by far the most important thing to look at and certainly more important than things like timer and other similar functions.

The Fusionblade by Black & Decker is possibly the best blender for smoothies right now.At the end of the day, if you end up getting the very best smoothie blender, what would be the point if it isn’t easy to set up or use. As a result of this, you need to look out for a product that’s available in a very simple and easy to use design. Obviously, cost is equal to quality so the more you spend the better quality you’ll get. Taking this into account, you need to focus on avoiding products that are too cheap though sometimes you can find a high quality product at a cheap price.

Regardless of whether you’re looking to buy the best blender for smoothies or other drinks, you must carry out the research very thoroughly. This is simply because there are way too many products available and you don’t want to end up spending a lot of money on one that doesn’t perform very well or is difficult to set up and use. If you’re on a budget, then you don’t need to worry because as I’ve already said, there will be plenty of good quality products that will fall within your budget. I want to go through some of these with you but read through this article to find out what the best smoothie blender is. However, this does have some products that’ll cost you over 400 bucks so be aware of that.

I’d say that one of the most affordable smoothie blenders is the Fusionblade by Black & Decker. This costs around 50 dollars and can easily be associated with excellent quality. It performs very well and certainly if you’re making smoothies, it’ll be able to crush ice, fruits and vegetables quite easily. However, I did notice a problem with crushing things like nuts. The blender didn’t crush these completely so there were bits here and there inside the smoothie/milkshake. I don’t know about you but I quite like the texture created by the nut bits in the shake. I found the motor to be quite powerful and this comes with a larger jug in addition to a smaller attachment for personal single-serve smoothies. The controls and settings were quite straightforward to operate so I didn’t really have many complaints from this product, especially at that price.

If you’re willing to add a tiny bit more to your budget then the Osterizer 4093 by Oster is of great quality. After using this for quite some time, I thought that this was quite loud in terms of the noise it created. However, this was the only downside because other than this, the rest of the factors were satisfied completely. There’s a stainless steel blade that seems to be built quite tough and coupled with a powerful motor, this crushed ice with ease. However, once again, the nuts were a big problem and weren’t completely smoothened out. The performance is always the priority for me and this satisfied me completely. I also value appearance quite a lot and this product looks great. It has extremely simple controls and all of these qualities make this the best blender for smoothies if you’re on a firm budget.

These are just two products that are available for a relatively affordable price. Obviously, you can spend a bit more than this. If you cannot do this, then there’s always the option of making your smoothies without a blender but obviously, this will take up a lot of time and also involves a lot of work.

Dieting and Moving from One Extreme to Another

Dieting Extremes.Why is it that I flip-flop so quickly and easily from one extreme to the other? It’s either Whole Foods or Meatheads for dinner — pure and healthy versus burgers and fries. I go from wanting to keep all the snacks and foods possible in the house that the baby likes to wanting to get them out as quickly as possible so that he’s only snacking on fresh fruits and veggies (organic when it counts, of course). I have a healthy breakfast, and then I ruin the rest of my day on jellybeans and pretzel clusters. I want to be the super-healthy, super-clean, super-organized, super-fit dad – so why aren’t I?

An article in the latest issue of SELF magazine shed new light on this topic for me: Ever seen the bumper sticker “I don’t want buns of steel, I want buns of cinnamon”? I had never heard that saying before, but it struck a chord with me in the way the author explained how it related to her, because I find myself facing the same dilemma — the all-or-nothing thinking, which is actually a symptom of generalized anxiety disorder.

I know I’m not the first person to associate anxiety with food, and I’m certain I won’t be the last. But last week, sitting in a steam-filled bathroom with my poor little (now one-year-old!) baby trying to ease him through his third-in-a-lifetime (which is three times too many) bout of croup, I thought to myself for the thousandth time, No more junk food. We eat crappy food, we don’t get enough rest, we don’t stop stress from entering our lives and this is what happens: We get sick, the baby gets sick, we’re all miserable and I’m sitting here, again, wondering if I’m going to have to rush my crying child to the ER, this time on my own while Daddy’s slaving away at his wretched job.

With a heavy sigh I can say there are a lot of things I’d like to put an end to in my life right now and a lot of things I’m taking steps toward to do just that. But here in these pages, it’s very hard for me to say that I need that balance between buns of steel and buns of cinnamon — because (a) I feel like I’ll never have buns of steel, although I lust after them so longingly, and (b) I’m not really a fan of cinnamon buns in the first place — but I have overdosed on cake, brownies, ice cream and cookies all within the span of one week. Anxiety, birthday parties and baseball games have drowned me in a sea of no self-control, old habits and muddled thinking.

The thing is, I don’t know how to work through it. I have been good at reminding myself to try to do what makes me feel good, per a previous post, but sometimes I ignore that knowledge and other times I think that digging into the candy jar WILL make me feel good for a moment, so that I’m thinking about something other than X, Y and Z. I have bigger fish to fry right now, I think, than trying to tackle how emotions and stress are wreaking havoc on my waistline — although you would think that’s a pretty good issue to deal with any day, right?

I just have to have faith that some day I’ll get there. And I also need to give myself props for the fact that for the most part, I am healthy. I catch the family cold, yes, and I’m still on my thyroid meds (will I ever get off of them?), but I have low cholesterol, low blood pressure and I’m hoping to get back on the exercise wagon again today, now that I’m officially off the nasty orange cold medicine. When I go too long without exercising, this is what happens — I start to ruminate, feel bad about myself, lump all the issues together and let them swirl around like a Blizzard at DQ.

I know I’ve been jumping around on here from writing brief, informative posts to a smattering of these whiny but heartfelt ramblings, but as I’ve mentioned plenty of times before, I’m always trying to find a little bit of me while I go through each day. Have you ever heard anyone say that you can never really see yourself? Like when you look in the mirror, or stare down at your feet, or how you smile, how you laugh — it’s you, this person you’ve been living with for however many years, and you have no idea how everyone else perceives you — not in a shallow, superficial sort of way, but in an objective therapist sort of way. Maybe I’m too hard on myself. Maybe my house IS clean and organized, I’m just prone to pointing out its flaws. Perhaps someone looking in from the outside would say, you work, you write, you exercise, you cook — what DON’T you do?

So with Father’s Day coming up, I’m going to compliment myself on whatever comes to mind: all of the cake and cookies are out of the house now, so I won’t be tempted to eat them. I bid on a jogging stroller on eBay, and within a day or so I’ll know if I can now add that option to my stockpile of workout choices I can actually do with the baby. And, the only snack I’ve been keeping on hand for him these days is a container of Puffs, because without them we’d need some serious rescuing every once in a while in the kitchen, car seat and grocery store. Thank God for the inventor of Puffs.

Why I Need Those Affirmations (Follow-up)

Nutrition AffirmationsAs a follow-up to yesterday’s post, I realize that, while it was beautiful, fun to write and filled with lofty, amazing goals, that’s still what those statements are for me: Goals, or things I need to really work on believing about myself. So as I re-read and examine portions of Women, Food and God, a book I’m hoping will turn out to be quite helpful to me in the discovery of my true self and my personal story, I am hit with a barrage of thoughts about myself that I assume to be true.

These are the negative beliefs that I need to turn around into the positive statements from yesterday’s post:

I am a quitter. I quit playing volleyball my senior year of high school. I was a senior quitter! I quit swimming, basketball and cheerleading, too. And eventually, I quit every “diet” I try, too. The South Beach Diet, Weight Watchers, the Flat-Belly Diet, the blood type diet — let’s not even bring up the Dukan Diet. Which brings me to my next point:

I am a yo-yo dieter. The song goes something like this: “I’ll start tomorrow. Okay, just this once. It’s a special occasion! It’s my birthday! We’re eating out! You’ve got to try this. It’s homemade! Otherwise it’ll spoil. It’s here, and I can’t resist the temptation. My diet starts Monday.” It’s an endless, stupid, emotional pain–inducing cycle.

I will never be as thin as I want to be — with that muscular, sinewy look that Madonna has. Cut. Ripped. Like I spend my life training, not eating. That’s not me. I can never be that, and thus I’ll never be happy. Having that body is as elusive as winning the lottery.

I have no discipline. Willpower is not in my vocabulary. I cannot be left alone with a plate of brownies, cookies, chocolate bars or pastries. I cannot resist. Cannot. Resist. I will overeat each and every time. There’s no hope for people like me unless the world runs out of sugar.

I cannot be all I want to be when it comes to diet and fitness. I cannot do all I want to do. I can’t eat whatever I want, I can’t want what’s healthy, and I can’t run far enough, fast enough or enough at all. I’m no health nut. I talk the talk, but I can’t walk the walk.

I know what’s best for me, but the moment I define it, the moment I identify that, I run from it. I rebel against all that is good, pure and natural in the world, and instead of creating peace I just create more internal discord and strife. I self sabotage, and I have no idea why.

I have no support. I have to go through all of this on my own, in my head, without anyone to cheer me on along the way. No one cares, no one “gets” it, and I don’t get why I can’t just shut up about it already. Don’t I have better, more important things to do with my time?

As you can see, there is a WORLD of difference between these statements — beliefs, really — and the positive affirmations from yesterday. And although I’ve mentioned a million times that I know the key to all this is to love and accept yourself for who you are first, that’s not so easy. In fact, I have no idea where to start and how to do that, actually, and I’ve never stopped to look past that statement and figure out how.

So this will be the dawn of a new era for me. I smiled at myself in the mirror this morning. I’m trying to think of the amazing, heart-filling, bursting, exploding, shining love I feel for my son and how I can love myself in the same way. I’m told it’s like finding the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow — it will change my life, it will bring me joy and happiness, it will bring me wealth and abundance in all areas.

I think that’s worth striving for — with conscious thought, prayer and intention.

The Importance of Affirmations

Food AffirmationsHave you ever heard one of your friends or a famous actress, perhaps, say “I can eat whatever I want without gaining weight.” Or “My exercise is chasing around my kids all day.” Maybe even “I eat healthy most of the time, so when I do want to splurge on a cheeseburger and fries, I don’t feel guilty about it.”

Give or take a few variables, aren’t these all things we’d all love to be able to say about ourselves? I don’t have to kill myself in the gym, eat like a rabbit, or suck in my tummy. I have smooth skin, incredible willpower and good genes.

I’m not saying any of this to try to depress you or to make you compare yourself to Cameron Diaz or Lea Michelle; rather, I think there’s something to be said for creating your own meditations/mantras when it comes to health and wellness.

I recently finished reading “Women, Food and God,” and I’m also reading “A Place of Yes” right now, both of which talk a lot about the stories we’ve been told (and have believed) all our lives about who we are, based almost entirely on our parents, friends, teachers, family members and others who we interact with every day without necessarily looking inside and thinking “is this really me” or “is this who I want to be.” It seems like a rather large issue to me, actually, and I write about this a lot — how do we know what we’re like, for example, without the reactions and judgments of those around us? — But I like the idea of stopping, right now, wherever you are in your day, week, life, month or year and taking the time to put the energy out there and into what you DO want to be, how you DO want to act, what you want and thus starting to figure out precisely how to get it.

So today, make your own list of statements about yourself, true or not. Perhaps start out with some negative beliefs you have about yourself, but then turn the page over and make each statement the complete opposite — positive, far-reaching, even more amazing than the basic contrary to the original negative belief about yourself. Or compile a list of all those cliche statements about body size, fitness level and beauty that you’d like to recognize in yourself and start feeding and believing in every day, 100%. After all, how can you strive for a goal if you don’t know exactly what it is? Below, I share with you my current list of statements.

Although I’ve gotten to the point where I can pretty much eat whatever I want without gaining weight, I stick to healthy options most of the time. It makes me feel good.

I use food as fuel. It has no relation to my thoughts, feelings or emotional state.

I get some form of exercise every day. Whether it’s walking up and down the stairs 20 times or doing some crunches during a movie on the weekend, my body is in constant motion until it’s time for rest and relaxation every night.

I love my body, and so I treat it with care and respect. I nourish it with healthy foods, and I feed it with restorative, endorphin-boosting exercise. I appreciate all that it does for me each day.

I receive with appreciation all of the kind comments people make about my state of health, conditioning and outward appearance each day, although this is not what motivates me or steadies my soul. Rather, it is my love for all living creatures and myself that encourages me every day to live my truth and be and do the best I can.

I love to cook; I like knowing where my food comes from and putting care and attention into preparing meals for me and my loved ones. I can be smart, diligent and disciplined while doing so, without taking the fun out of my passion.

I am the picture of health. I eat plenty of fruits and vegetables each day that vary in color, vitamins and nutrients so that I’m constantly protecting myself and my family, safeguarding our futures through the simple act of eating and exercising.

I am on this journey with the support of every woman before me, everyone cheering me on today and God and the Universe leading the path before me. Every step is a step forward, every turn is a right turn, and each change and decision is based in love, peace and purity.

This list could go on and on for pages, for days — and you can write and rewrite your story over and over each morning if you want to. Although they may seem like giant, all-encompassing goal statements, start off with the first one on your list. Read it to yourself every day, memorize it, or remind yourself of the gist of it every time you find yourself doing something that’s not in line with that goal. Once you’ve noticed that you’re still keeping the message top of mind, or you feel like you’ve mastered the idea behind it, move on to the next bullet — and so on and so forth. You’ll find that just like anything, with practice it will eventually start to come naturally to you — whatever it may be.

I am in the midst of doing this exercise with a more general life scope right now, too, which you can also embrace — do you need to work on patience? Kindness toward others? Compassion? Prayer? Whatever it is, take it one step at a time. Don’t listen to the voices of others that you’ve constantly been hearing around you, whether it’s something you believe about yourself and don’t know why or if you’ve come into contact with people who’ve led you to believe things about yourself that you’d rather not any longer. No one is destined to be or do one same thing in this life day after day, week after week. You are the artist, and your greatest work in this world is the masterpiece of your life and how you use it for good every time you put your two feet on the ground each morning. Stay true to yourself, and if you feel like maybe you don’t know who that is, then start here.

Wow. Now doesn’t that feel good?

Women Food and God, Part III

Food RelationshipI’ve been meaning to write another one of these posts for a while now, because in the mean time I’ve been reading two other books by Geneen, but it seems I just have SO much to say about the budget and my daily outings. However, I find this stuff to be more interesting, or at least more therapeutic.

The question of the day is: what do you do when you realize that you’ve been trying to fill a hole in your heart, not your stomach, with food? When your interactions with people have become so starved for sincerity, genuineness and depth that everything is sort of happening on a surface level and you don’t even realize in the mean time how many times hand is going to mouth?

I may have mentioned this before, but when something goes wrong in my day or in my life, my first inclination is to escape. I want to get out of the house, get out of my clothes, leave the room, whatever I can do to immediately extract myself from the situation instead of dealing with it head on. Which, I’ve got to say, seems pretty normal to me — who DOES want to deal with the tough stuff, honestly? So as a follow-up to the question above, one of Geneen’s frequent questions is, What would happen if you DID just feel the feeling, instead of swallowing it down and covering it up with food? The answer to that question is simple, in my eyes — you’d cry, yell, scream, and realize life sucks, people suck, whatever — but then what? What’s beyond that? Because not only do I not like it every time I’m disappointed by someone or something, but now I also have this thing from her books telling me to just feel it. Well, I don’t like it. Feeling it stinks. I don’t want to feel it. I’d rather you tell me how to deal with it.

The only point I’m taking away from it realistically so far is to not eat instead, which I can do, sometimes. Other times I eat because I’m sad and I know I’m eating because I’m sad, and apparently that’s not so bad either. But what can I substitute for that, as a mother of a young child, trying to juggle all things at once, and I can’t just stop and take a bubble bath in the middle of the day, or call a friend at five in the morning, or relax with a good book and a glass of wine instead of cooking and cleaning?

Geneen says that we “bolt.” We don’t get “deeply involved.” That not bolting is asking a lot. This I clearly all agree with, but again, I’m still left asking, what’s the payoff to not bolting? According to the book, the payoff is feeling more alive, because you’re not leaving your mind and your body when you stop shoving food down your throat to ease the pain. But I wonder, playing devil’s advocate here, if feeling more alive is worth it if all you’re feeling is pain and confusion and disappointment and loss? It won’t kill you, but it’s no fun, either.

Is this the gem of wisdom I’m looking for? “As long as I believe that pain is bigger than me, as long as I define being open and vulnerable to annihilation, I believe in an image of myself: that I am someone who can be annihilated.” I may be taking a lot of liberties with her text, but I think what she’s saying is that we can (and should) rise above it. Stephen Levine, a Buddhist teacher, says, “Hell is wanting to be somewhere different from where you are. Being one place and wanting to be somewhere else.” I guess that’s a lot like giving up. “Leaving without leaving. Dying before you die.”

Okay, now we’re getting somewhere. I don’t want to be jaded. I don’t want to die a slow death of wallowing in the emotional muck instead of coming to terms with it. And yet I’m fighting it, still, even as I write this, wondering if one can ever “come to terms” with feeling empty or broken — although I suppose there’s no other alternative than hoping and believing. Discovering this whole other universe that’s out there, knowing who you are, taking action, doing it now. Fighting that inner voice inside of you that says “Do what now?” It makes me think of one of Oprah’s sayings — Do one thing every day that brings you closer to your goal. If it’s reading a book, read a book. If it’s painting the entryway, get out of your funk and paint the entryway.

I do realize that may sound too easy, or the garbage would have already taken itself out, and the phone calls would be made, and dinner would be on the table. But just like when you’re trying to figure out what you want to eat — cheese, chocolate, cereal, you can kind of feel your way along when you’re trying to figure out what you want and need to do. It has to feel right. Unfortunately we can’t all go and hide under the covers on the days when nothing feels right, I know, but at least you can go about your business knowing that something is off, and sooner or later you’ll figure out how to fix it.

It’s heavy stuff, true. But let’s be courageous, and be excited, because something better is coming. You’re allowed.

Until next time.

More on Women, Food and God

This book was a very interesting book about food.So I went through this book and dog-eared every page that had something on it that I had underlined previously that really spoke to me as I reviewed it a second time…and let’s just say there are a LOT of pages folded down now. I thought I’d share with you some of my reactions to the author’s insights in case you have a similar take on things.

A lot of her points lead you right back to you, which of course I love — the self-discovery aspect of things intrigues me even though sometimes I wonder if I don’t even have time to fold the laundry, when will I have time to think about my convictions and beliefs? But, of course, thinking is something that you can do anywhere, any time. I think the key is to just take this list one at a time and focus on each point for a number of days or weeks, whenever you think of it, come back to it, until you feel like you’ve dug all the way to the bottom to find what applies to you in the statement and THEN move on to the next one. Be patient. This sort of self-discovery and realization is not an overnight thing, although you may experience dreams or moments of clarity. Slow and steady wins the race.

I may have mentioned this before, but it bears repeating: “We are walking, talking expressions of our deepest convictions.” What does Geneen mean by this? Well, that’s really for you to figure out, for you alone. Think about your appearance, your home, your clothes, and your relationships. How do you speak to your spouse at the end of a stressful day? Do you live in ratty old t-shirts and pajama pants? Is your home one endless stack of papers after another? Think about what this kind of stuff says about how you view yourself and your worth.

“Allow [yourself] to feel the feelings of brokenness… [Your] resistance to the pain [is] worse than the pain.” Emotional eaters, listen up. Sometimes I think the only way to avoid stress eating is to literally get out of the kitchen, get out of the house — and don’t go to the nearest drive-thru. That may sound like my typical escape mechanism, but if you can go somewhere to breathe deeply and focus on what’s bothering you instead of just tuning out, whether via food, TV or another vice, good. Feel the emotion, not the hunger. Remember that.

“Understanding the relationship with food is a direct path to coming home after a lifetime of being exiled. Perhaps that home is what God was always meant to be.” This book is obviously about more than just food and dieting, and while I don’t expect a non-religious person to necessarily be moved to belief by reading about chocolate cake and French fries, that last sentence comforts me. God as home. (And therefore by contrast, if this speaks to you, Food not as home.) Even if you don’t dive into food as your comfort, it’s still nice to feel comfort, peace and calm anyways. That has benefits that reach far beyond your waistline.

“Diets are [your] most flagrant attempts at fixing [yourself].” Well if that doesn’t say it all right there, I don’t know what does. Is your weight standing in your way? Do you avoid trips to the beach with your friends because it would mean being in a bathing suit? (Or do you go and not enjoy yourself because the whole time you’re thinking about how she looks and how you look and how all the guys are looking at her, not you?) Let me be blunt: Screw that. Again, even if your issues aren’t weight or eating or dieting, I know I’ve put up a million walls and excuses based on this other level of thinking that only involves fear, self-consciousness and low self-esteem that, even if I do go to the beach, or the party, or the meeting, am I really connecting with people? Or am I so locked up inside my own head that I might as well not be there in the first place? I, for one, am sick of that. Number one; diets will not fix your problems. Number two; diets will not fix “you.” Number three; you don’t need to be “fixed.” You can deal with your problems, okay, but you yourself are not flawed or broken. If it isn’t broke, don’t fix it.

“Can you remember a time, perhaps when you were very young, when life was as it was — just the fact that it was early morning or any old day in summer — and that was enough? When you were enough — not because of what you looked like or what you did, but just because everything was the way it was. Nothing was wrong. … You were back to a fundamental feeling of positivity, of goodness just because you were alive. What if you could live that way now? And what if your relationship to food was the doorway?” It’s kind of like my bike-riding analogy. There’s a reason why a Google search of “Live in the Moment” comes up with 50 million results. 50 million! 50 million reasons why we should cast our worries aside (enter God again) and just enjoy the outdoor barbecue party or the pool day or the wedding. Don’t let your preconceived notions put a damper on anything you do. Get rid of them. It is physically impossible to maintain them and live in the moment at the same time. This is not something you can do from one day to the next, but become more self-aware. Notice when you’re having a conversation with someone and all you can think about is whether you’re nodding your head at the right times, listening enough, talking enough, should you smile? Just converse. Just go on a date. Just eat dinner. It shouldn’t be as hard as it is.

I feel like I could have endless book club discussions about this book. I also just found out that she has several other books, so with any luck some day I’ll be reading those, too. I find this stuff so interesting!

Exploring Women, Food and God

This book is an excellent read.From what I gather, the theme of this book, which seems pretty tremendous and all encompassing, is based on the following quote:

“What we believe about food and eating is an exquisite reflection of all our beliefs.”

To me, that sounds huge and unbelievable. I mean, the title of the book itself had me scratching my head, but obviously I picked it up, read it cover to cover and am now examining it more in depth so SOMETHING is drawing me in. I just can’t wrap my head around it all.

The author writes how after she stopped years and years of serious yo-yo dieting, she too didn’t quite understand the connection, but she began relating the lens through which she saw almost everything to her relationship with food.

I’m trying so hard to understand all of this, and I think it starts on page 14, when the author admits to her difficulty trusting herself around food, which eventually led her to contemplate “trusting less tangible hungers” — for rest, contact, meaning in life, etc.

Okay, I’m sorry, but I’m still not getting it. How do you trust a less tangible hunger? Why should you trust a less tangible hunger? To know that it’s OK to want things and not get them? (Like you know you want that chocolate cake, but it’s OK that you’re not going to eat it?)

She goes on to say the following:

“If I tracked the impulse to eat when I wasn’t hungry to its core, I’d find every single thing I believed about loving, living, and dying right there, in that moment.”

But she doesn’t explain quickly enough for me what exactly she believed, so that I can find out if I believe the same things, so that I can determine if she’s right or if this whole book is a sham! What did she believe? That she would never experience enough love to fix the lack of love she felt growing up? That she would never be able to live the life she really, truly, secretly wanted to live? That we’re all going to die anyways, so we might as well eat cake?

That can’t be it. Can it? Do I take my childhood issues, my daddy issues, my ISSUES, to the fridge every time I stop in front of it?

If each of us truly has a basic view of reality and God that we cast out every day in our relationships with family members, friends and food, I need to figure out what mine is, as soon as possible. Right? That’s what I’ve been saying all along. It’s the journey that counts, not the destination.

I kind of like the idea behind it — I think it’s true, to a degree, and it meshes quite well with another quote I’ve been trying to track down all day, about how we if we spend our days trying to be what we want to become, we end up becoming what it is we want to be (or something like that.). In a sense, there is no finding of oneself. It’s the creation, the act, the moments, and the choices. And if I bring my relationship with my mom into everything, or what other people think, or my fear of falling, then I guess I’m not really living freely without casting a glare on things, without going into anything and everything with preconceived notions.

Am I beginning to understand all of this mumbo-jumbo? I still think some of it’s a little drastic, a stretch, but maybe that’s because I’m not willing to give in yet. We’re always learning. I’m on the path. Gaining confidence one day at a time. Thank you for coming on this journey with me.