De-funking: A day of pampering

I have a tendency to place so much focus/emphasis on my mental heath and not overworking myself into a pile of dust that often times my physical health gets pitched to the back of the bus. Seeing as for the past couple weeks I’ve looked like an under-budget remake of the Kanye collection, I figured it was time I cleared my mind; set aside my worries for a day and took care of little ol’ Nat for once. I do this every once in a while when life starts to feel a bit “heavy”, just to bring myself back to feeling light and feathery again.

Spa on a budget:
Also known as, “I’m a full-time college student with a part-time job and have to choose between a mani-pedi and food”. So instead of going to a salon I (painfully) decided to put gas before beautiful cuticles and took matters into my own, much more budget-friendly hands.  I got up this morning, lit my “Pineapple Mango” B&B candle, put on some Beyoncé and “Single Ladies’d” my way over to the shower. I started off with an exfoliant (“porridge” soap from lush), exfoliating always makes me feel like a whole new lady. Now, to achieve skin which resembles that of a sun-kissed Godiva chocolate, expect nothing less than a 3-step method. I Started off with a charcoal mask by Origins that I purchased at Sephora, moved on to my “Brazened Honey” face mask from Lush and wrapped it up with 100% pure Aragan oil by Josie Maran which never fails to leave my face looking and feeling like fancy chocolate pudding (I guess you could say I looked “good enough to eat” *badum tsssss*).

The Chow:

You are what you eat. Sometimes I’m a luscious garden salad and  other times I’m a glazed  crispy cream donut and that seems like a good enough counter-balance for me. When I’m not feeling my best, however, I will myself to fight the urge to literally drown myself in Ben and Jerry’s and make an effort to put food in my body that will restore the energy that’s been sucked out of me curtesy of my newfangled “adulting”. Recently, I’ve fallen off on my obsessive tea habits and decided to pick them back up again. The salesperson at Teavanna described the energy I’d be given from the peach matcha green tea packets as “like drugs” and immediately I knew they were for me. Matcha is pure green tea, which naturally causes you feel happy, energized and even aids in speeding up your metabolism for all of you who plan on looking like VS Angels this summer (*raises hand*). Peach matcha with half a lemon was my choice refresher for the morning. One thing I tend to gravitate towards when  I’m feeling crummy is chips. So, as a healthier alternative, I picked up some “Korean BBQ” crunchy chickpeas from Wholefoods which I can proudly say is one of my greatest discoveries yet. It was just as, if not more satisfying than a bag of salt and vinegar Lays would have been, without all the calories and clogged arteries. I am constantly on the go and haven’t had much time to cook for myself so I’ve started picking up healthy snacks to eat throughout the day (fresh and dried fruits, vegan macaroons, protein bars, vegetable chips etc.).

When I eat well, I feel good; physically and mentally.

Happy Hour:

I get so caught up in checking things off my to-do list and following routine procedure, I seldom make time for the things I love; which in turn, are the things that make me happy. Every morning I try to spend time in “meditation”. This is were I play soft background music, read scripture and calm my spirit.

Picking up a good book always puts me in a special mood. Lately I’ve been going a little overboard at my local Barnes and Nobles seeing as I can’t possibly read five books at once, but hey, I buy them anyway. I then went out and ran a couple errands for myself. Believe it or not, a trip to Wholefoods and the local drug store to pick up a few nic-knacks is pretty therapeutic to me. Fresh air and lots of vitamin D from the good old sun does wonders for my mood.

In between all the planning, all the scheduling and running around like headless flock; between the busyness of life, never forget to make time for yourself. Be good to your mind, body and spirit and everything else you do will benefit. Pampering yourself; making time for yourself, is a form of self love. Develop some sort of positive routine to preform on days you feel in need of a pick-me-up. No matter how many other things you may feel you need accomplish at once, you must take care of yourself first. Without you, those things will never get done in the first place. Once you take a step back and allow yourself to feel light and refreshed, you’ll be able to tackle what life has for you much more efficiently than you ever could with a cluttered mind.

Place yourself first. You deserve it.




Midnight Nats EP.1: Love and Acceptaance

Well, this one is going to be an experience for the both of us.

In the spirit of change,I’ve decided to start a new series called “Midnight Nats” (Like midnight snack, oh, what a well-thought-out title, I am truly a blessing to the population). Sarcasm aside, I decided to create a sort of mini podcast series where, every once in a while, I simply sit down and have a chat with you guys. I normally sit up all night thinking about a bucket-load of different things so I just though why not do something useful with them. Leave some topics for our next chit-chat in the comments!

So, without further adieu, I present to you, “Midnight Nats, EP.1: Love and Acceptance” Enjoy the cheeky background music.



Dating sucks when you’re awakward as hell

I always say ‘no one can embarrass me like I can embarrass me’ and I’ve managed to (not so gracefully) uphold that truth. I figured you’d all enjoy basking in a hot-tub of chronic shame and facetiousness with me so let’s just jump right into it shall we.

For a good year I had been admiring a guy from afar but could never seem to muster up the courage to to do anything about it. So instead of talking to him like any other normal human being would do, I just kind of decided to longingly stare at the back of his head for a year and on occasion (when I wanted to get real fancy) I’d nonchalantly wave ‘hi’ to him like I didn’t just imagine our heads as wedding-cake toppers the day before. Anyways, fast forward to last October, my big girl panties finally arrived in the mail and I decided to invite him out with a couple other friends. So what did I do? I baked him brownies (the normal kind, before any of you jump to conclusions; we are law abiding citizens here on Natvice). Well, I baked the entire group brownies but they were mainly for him, which was a great display of my eligible soccer mom skills and just about only that. That night he had mentioned his birthday was the following weekend, so, like any other young lady looking to reel in a future husband would do, I baked him cookies… (Twice actually, once for Christmas). Nice going Nathia: ‘Hey, I’m interested in you, here’s a stack of cookies I made from scratch in the middle of the night I’m just going to not make eye contact and run away now’. On top of that, I also bought him a card that read ‘Nice Buns‘ with a photo of a smiling hamburger on it (iiiiiiiiiii’m just about as smooth as sandpaper). So, now that he knew I was Black Martha Stewart without the jail time and successfully complimented his butt via Hallmark card, I figured it was time to go in for the kill; (lucky for me ‘the kill’ meant continuing to act as if I hadn’t created our entire virtual family on The Sims; dog and all). And let us not forget the fact that when I gave him the gift and he stretched out his hand (clearly initiating a hug of gratitude) and I stood there in silence for a good 7 seconds contemplating whether he was trying to give me a handshake, high-5 or ‘dap’. By the grace of God and much deliberation, I decided to go in for the hug.

Fast-forward about three months and my magical (pitiful) attempts to wine and dine had somehow worked. We talked briefly every day, he eventually asked me for my number and surprisingly on a” date”; I use that word VERY loosely (which by the way, never happened) aaaaaand then there was the time he walked me to class. Now, every time I had talked to him before, I’d forget to breathe and end up gasping for air after he left; how graceful of me. This time, I decided to take it up a notch and totally forget how to speak English. As we were talking my vocal cords decided to freestyle and I ended up letting out the most unmistakable stutter know to man halfway through my sentence. Basically, It sounded like I was busting out the chorus of Lil Wayne’s song ‘Lollipop’ at a whopping 60mph. In that moment I wanted to crawl into a box packing peanuts and just sit there for three days.

Long story short, I do not know how to properly function as a human being. I could go on for hours about my terribly awkward (nonexistent) love life but I think I’ll just leave it here, for my own sake. I’ll post random stories like this only every once in a while I guess, just for funsies. And for those of you with chronic second-hand embarrassment like myself, I’m sure this post was absolutely riveting. Leave some of your embarrassing moments in the comments! I’d love to read them in an attempt to salvage what’s left of my pride. Hope you found some sort of enjoyment in my pain.

Until next week,


Natvice 3.0!, let’s have a chat: New beginnings, Catching up and pitiful analogies

So, I did it

I let go of the old, wretched Blogspot layout and traded it in for something more modern. That also means I’ve left behind my original Natvice blog along with all of its posts, and yes, for a split second it did feel like one of those melodramatic Nicholas Sparks scenes (here I go again with the N. Sparks references) when star-crossed lovers go their separate ways and one of them watches the other drive away in cab in the pouring rain from their doorstep, but I got over it quite quickly and found me a new hunka burnin’ love (more formally known as WordPress). It’s time for a change.

After taking one of my infamous blogging hiatuses (yea..sorry about that..again), I returned to the original Natvice blog and looked over my old content; Its amazing how much I’ve grown in the past two years. Returning to the old blog after a break kind of felt like trying to fit into my clothes from the seventh grade  (which now consist of involuntary crop tops and high-watered pants that don’t dare go past my bum, gifting me with a walk which resembles that of an uncomfortable wind-up toy). In much simpler terms, I felt as If I had outgrown it and wanted to start fresh.This blog will not be Christian centered.. Essentially, I just want to create and chat it up with you guys, I don’t want to feel confined to giving advice. I want to be able to be lighthearted and share the things I love and learn with you guys, I just want to be entirely myself and I also want to scratch all this formal mambo-jumbo and I’m sure we’ll all appreciate that.

Life caught up to me for a while and that happens sometimes, so I can’t promise any set schedule for posts but I do have a lot of things up my sleeve (Which under normal circumstances would be quite uncomfortable and a bit concerning but in this case, is totally exciting!) *Okay Nathia, stop it with the terrible side cometary.*

In short, I can’t wait to start this totally brand new chapter with you guys, I’ll still be giving occasional advice/my thoughts and opinions on things but I want this blog to be so much more than that. I’m sure you’d rather me show you than tell you so I’ll wrap this up.

Thanks for everything thus far, You guys are DA BEST.