Don’t worry, I’m alive!

Hi eve- Oh wait a minute, let me wipe the dust off of my blog so you can read this, ha. Lets try again, hi everyone!

As you can tell, I’ve been pretty MIA lately over here. Between starting a new job, being in my last year of college and trying to figure out exactly what I’m going to do with my life when said last year of college is over.. I’ve been a bit preoccupied.

But have no fear, big things are coming! I am actually in the process of completely rebranding Simply-Sum! Where, hopefully, you’ll be seeing a lot more of me. Once I figure out exactly what I want to come out of this rebrand. The new site will be!

In the meantime, feel free to keep up with my foodie shenanigans on Instagram: @summerhendrixcreates

Simply, Sum.


Raw, vegan protein balls {recipe}

When hunger strikes, I have to eat right then. It’s kind of a curse.. Or maybe just a lack of patience.

To keep from losing my mind or grabbing something that I’ll regret later, I always make sure to have simple and nutrient packed snacks on hand. Especially these protein balls!

They’re super easy to make, perfect for on the go and satisfying!

Rawmond Joy:

1/4 cup almonds
12 dates
4 teaspoons cacao powder
1/3 cup coconut flakes (Plus extra for coating)

Chop almonds in food processor
Add dates + cacao powder
Pulse until it turns into a chunky mixture
*You may need to add a little drip of water to help the cacao powder coat the dates and almonds
Add coconut flakes then pulse until mixed
Remove 1 tablespoon of the mixture at a time and roll into a ball
Roll ball in excess coconut flakes

Cinnamon Spice:

1/4 cup almonds
12 dates
2 teaspoons cinnamon

Chop almonds in food processor
Add dates + cinnamon
Pulse until it turns into a chunky mixture
Remove 1 tablespoon of the mixture at a time and roll into a ball
Roll ball in more cinnamon (Optional)

These protein balls save perfectly in the fridge and are wonderful when you need something fast and filling to munch on!

Do you have to eat as soon as hunger strikes?

What’s your favorite snack?

Simply, Sum

THE TOUR- Big dreamin’, tiny livin’ {5}

*Knock, knock, knock*
Hello there, welcome to the tiny house! Take your shoes off and show yourself around.



























Thanks for being my guest. Please come visit again soon!

For more posts in the “Big dreamin’, tiny livin’ series, follow the links below!
Big dreamin’, tiny livin’ {1}
Big dreamin’, tiny livin’ {2}
Big dreaming’, tiny livin’ {4}
THE TOUR- Big dreamin’, tiny livin’ {5}


Surprise! Half Marathon Training!

Considering I don’t have any work responsibilities at the moment, my daily schedules have been pretty intuitive. I’ve been waking up with no alarm, running/working out when the urge sparks and just going with the flow.

It has been nice, but I’m ready to get back into a routine! Lucky for me, my all time favorite blogger , Jen DeCurtins, has generously offered to include her readers into the half marathon training she is about to begin!

Jen is the writer of Peanut Butter Runner, a yoga teacher, personal trainer, published author and mom to two beautiful Golden Retrievers! I’ve been following her blog for about two years now, where she shares recipes, workouts, life balance tips and a look into her everyday life as a busy, health and wellness enthusiast.

Jen has also incorporated running into her life and workout regime for 15 years now! She has quite the experience and knowledge of the highs and lows that come with running, which she is very honest about on her blog. As a runner, her honesty and openness helps encourage me when the self-reliant practices and solo runs get too lonely.

When she announced she would be organizing a free half-marathon training group, I jumped right on board! The group/training begins on August 22nd, which gives me plenty of time to mentally and physically prepare. I’m so excited to start a routine, build up my mileage with a goal in mind and even have other women (and maybe men) to share the experience with!

Who are your favorite bloggers?

Is there one blog you’ve read for years now?

Do you have any races or fitness goals on your bucket list for this year?

Big dreaming’, tiny livin’ {4}

I’ve been a tiny house dweller for almost two weeks now! Time is flying!

It has been so fun unpacking, getting settled and figuring out how to make the space functional and comfortable. It actually already feels like home! There will be a home tour coming v, v soon!

Considering I have settled pretty quickly, I’ve already figured out which aspects of tiny living are my favorite which aspects well… aren’t.


  1. Lots of cleaning. If one thing is out of place or messed up, it stands out drastically. I’m constantly tidying up or sweeping (Have I ever mentioned that I hate tiled floors?)
  2. Overstimulation. Maybe this is because of my inner OCD,but having all of my belongings out in the open causes my brain to go one million miles an hour all of the time. I see my bed and think “relax” but also see my workout gear and think “get moving” but also see my school work and think “I should be writing” but also see my cooking supplies and think “lets create a new recipe”.. I imagine this will fade with time though.
  3. The bathroom. This may be particular to my house, but this room truly tests my patience. IT IS SO SMALL! I didn’t realize how much I liked to leisurely shower, roam while getting ready and just hangout in my bathroom.. Until my bathroom became too small for two people to even fit in!


  1. Developing cleanlier habits. Like I said, if anything is out of place or messed up, it stands out. Rather than waiting for my whole house to be trashed then spending one day cleaning it from top to bottom, I put things back where they belong when I’m done with them and clean up after myself when transitioning from one activity to another. My mom would be proud.
  2. Admiring my belongings. In this post I explained that downsizing all of my possessions has helped me to see which items I have for a reason, and which items I have “just because.” Mostly all of my belongings serve a purpose, and having them out in the open helps me to admire them more. The pictures of Matt and I don’t get overlooked as often, I appreciate my couch and the stools in my kitchen more, I peer over every item of clothing and every pair of shoes I own, rather than overlooking them. Seeing these items not as cluttered or surrounded by other unnecessary items helps to remind me that my home is made up of items that I have worked for, made or been given by loved ones.
  3. Intimate fellowship. The tiny house is perfect for entertaining! I’ve had at least one person over every day since moving in, and I love it. There is enough room for people to have their own space to sit and relax, but the close quarters make people interact so much more. The small space requiring people to talk and connect more has also helped me weed out which friends I WANT to be that close with.
  4. It’s not a house, it’s a home. Yaknow how they say home is a feeling, not a place? Well, the tiny house feels like home. It’s full of the things I love, it’s full of the people I love, and it’s already full of lovely memories and ideas. I’m so grateful that when I walk through the doors of the tiny house, it radiates laughter, comfort and belonging.

How do you make your house feel like a home?

Is there one room in your house/apartment that you often avoid?

Simply, Sum!

Finding my version of healthy {ignoring labels, breaking veganism}


For all of 2015, my relationship with food and my body was terrible. I’d starve myself, over-work my body, binge and then repeat the cycle. I lost a whopping 25 pounds, from running and consuming a very limited amount of calories. At first, although the method was corrupt, the pounds I was losing needed to be lost. Until I reached the point where I wasn’t losing “bad” fat, but the fat I needed to function properly.

My biggest worry throughout this time was my bingeing problem. I mostly binged on overly-processed, fake, crappy foods. I knew that Oreos and chips were bad, even scary. I also knew bingeing was bad, definitely scary. My behavior of bingeing masked what the real problematic behavior was- starving myself. This fear also masked the real fear- my fear of food.

At one point, I was so afraid of bingeing that I began to pride myself on the days that I’d only consume 900 calories, after burning 300 from running. Little did I actually know that I was bingeing BECAUSE I was hungry. I’d crave processed, fake foods because they were extremely caloric dense, which is what my body wanted. My body needed more.

After completing my first half marathon, I collapsed. I was worn out. More from the last 11 months of living on not much more than yogurt and spinach, than the 13.1 miles I had just ran.

I knew I wasn’t eating enough, I knew I was being too restrictive, I knew that the labels of “good” and “bad” on food were just ridiculous. But I loved being skinny, I loved consuming only “pure” foods. So I began to research “How to eat the most amount of food without gaining weight?”

Ofcourse, there were so many articles on eating 100 calorie packs of cookies, replacing meals with protein bars and eliminating carbs. But I knew I didn’t want to consume processed food-like items either. So I tweaked my searches to “Consuming real food without gaining weight.”

Somehow, I stumbled upon This Girl Audra. She had so many videos on binge eating, starving yourself and dealing with/recovering from a disordered relationship with food and your body. I watched every video on her channel, and it all made sense. She also exposed me to a new-to-me phrase, “plant based eating.”

I did so much research on plant based eating. I felt like I was already halfway there. I didn’t consume processed foods, because they triggered a binge. I didn’t consume much meat or dairy, because they were too sodium and caloric dense. I loved vegetables because they were God made and definitely good for my body.

So, in January of 2016, I just cut out yogurt and eggs and replaced them with potatoes, beans and other real foods. I realized that these real foods brought me ease. I wasn’t afraid of broccoli, or peppers or bananas. This ease also took away the fear of carbs, like bread, rice and pasta. By February, I felt free. I wasn’t afraid to eat. I didn’t feel restricted. I’d eat as many potatoes as my stomach and heart desired. I’d eat a whole can of chickpeas. I’d just eat, and not even think about it. Freedom felt so good. My body was well-fed and well-energized and felt so, so good.

Eating plant-based was definitely the easiest thing I have ever done. I never had to think about it. If I was hungry, I’d eat until I was satisfied. And that was it. I’d eat food that God put on this earth, and not worry about what gross, fake ingredients were in them, because there simply weren’t any in them.

The simplicity of plant based eating brought a much needed break from the anxiety and confusion I had felt for so long while starving myself and being afraid of food. I found joy in creating simple recipes. I was happy and carefree, and it all came from the food freedom I had found.

Until recently.

Throughout the month of July, I found myself bored. I lost my desire to cook, to make eating fun and to even eat, at all. I felt confined by the label of “vegan” or “plant based.” I got tired of hearing “Oh, you can’t have this, theres ____ in it.” I got frustrated. Annoyed even. I began living off of smoothies, because they were the only thing that made me excited. (Because thats healthy, right?)

Then finally, I realized I was feeling emotions I had forgotten existed. Restriction. Hunger. Confusion. Too disciplined. Constantly telling myself, “No, you can’t eat this, it’s bad” brought back so much fear and anxiety.

This realization was bouncing around my brain for days, but I refused to admit that plant-based eating was turning into something bad.

Until one night while getting ready to go to dinner, wiping away tears of fear from knowing I’d be exposed to so many foods I “couldn’t have.” I finally told myself that enough was enough. I started eating plant based to get rid of these scary, dark feelings. But here they were again, brought by the habit that had set me free in the first place. 

I went to dinner, I set my conscience aside, I left my list of “good and bad foods” at home. I brought nothing more than my firm belief that God made foods were what I needed to be eating. I ordered grilled, wild-caught salmon, with rice pilaf and broccoli.

With every bite, I felt the walls that were confining me by the “vegan” or “plant based” label being blown away. I, once again, felt at ease. Since that night, I’ve been eating what I crave. I haven’t been telling myself “no.” I also haven’t been anxious, or scared.

My conscience is, of course, a bit confused. Because I know when I choose to eat animal products, behind that decision is a life being taken. But, I think the most important aspect to this choice is awareness. If you’re going to choose to eat animal products, you can’t do it mindlessly.  A life is being sacrificed, that is something worth acknowledging.

But, for now I’m doing what puts my mind at ease. I’m taking away the aspects of eating that make it hard, or a chore. I’m doing what makes my body feel right, and taking away things that alter my mental health.

Just like seasons change, as people, we do too. These changes can include our eating habits, what activities make us happy and what makes our bodies feel good. If there’s anything I have learned these past few years, it is to respect my body. Respecting my body helps me to respect my brain, which helps me to respect myself as a whole.

I don’t need a label, I need to be healthy. I need to be my own version of healthy.

Simply, Sum

Change > Regret {Life Lately}

Hi everyone! So much has happened since the last time I posted. Some changes were more expected than others.

Super expected & planned for: I packed up my Tallahassee home and moved into my tiny house on Wednesday! The whole process was very fast paced. Matt and I packed up my third floor apartment and loaded it into a Uhaul all by ourselves. Talk about an intense workout! We drove the four hour route to my new apartment and unpacked all within the same day.image1

Kinda expected: I haven’t wanted to really workout at all since the move. I had to run about a mile and half home from dropping off the Uhaul, but other than that I’ve been more drawn to leisurely walks. My body has been so worn and sore. I’m letting myself rest as much as I need, for now, but I’m also excited to get back into a workout routine.

Kinda expected: Between not wanting to buy groceries before the big move and going to farewell dinners with all of my Tallahassee friends and co-workers, I’ve been eating out more frequently than usual. I’ve wanted to just enjoy my time with the people around me, so I haven’t been beating myself up over it. I’ve been trying to make”wiser” choices while eating out though, still avoiding buttery and fried foods.image3

Not at all expected: My mental and emotional stability have been, well, not stable. I’ve been emotional and really disconnected. Although I knew I’d be emotional moving away from my nieces, this type of emotion has been deep, dark and consuming. After taking some time for myself, I realized that one underlying condition for why I’ve felt so anxious and confused is because of my eating. Telling myself no; telling myself “You can’t have that or this or this”; eating around people and feeling restricted; feeling the urge to eat out rather than cook because cooking isn’t fun anymore.. It’s been hard. Cooking and making healthy eating an enjoyable habit has been a huge part of me for so long, but it has recently turned into a chore. So, I’ve been eating more intuitively. AKA eating turkey sandwiches and wasabi ranch seasoned pea crisps, because telling myself these things are “bad” have made me want them even more. But, this will be a whole separate post, another day.image2

With so much going on, it has been so important for me to focus on myself and what feels right. Rest, fellowship and an at-ease mind have trumped spreading myself too thin, feeling lonely in a group of people and judging myself for not being able to label myself anything other than “human.”

Have you ever experienced a series of big life changes in a short amount of time?

Do you tend to beat yourself up when you get “off track” your normal routine?

Simply, Sum