I think I have officially hit my mid-summer slump.
Nevermind that I have only been to the beach once even though I have an adorable new bathing suit I would LOOOVE to be wearing every day, or that every time I look at the calendar it's a new month, or that I still haven't lost those few pounds even though I work out enough that it should be my job, or that I just got over a headache that literally lasted 6 days but I just can't help feeling a little unmotivated.
My dad and brother came to visit this weekend and it was a great time! I very rarely get one-on-one time with my dad and my brother would visit more often if he had a car, so it was really cool to hang with them. Of course, this meant playing tour guide and walking a lot and eating WAYYYY too much (all while nursing this ridiculous headache). I loved every minute of it, but boy am I BEAT! I never realized how steady the rhythm of our household is until they were here. Not that the disruption wasn't a little welcome, but it was interesting to notice how comfortably Andrew and I move about our space; and how accostomed we are to each other's habits and nuances. It felt weird to have to put pants on to walk to the bathroom.
But still, it was nice for them to see our home. And I was really proud when my dad was actually impressed with it (its hard to impress someone who builds houses for a living).
Sometimes when I'm on a looong run, I will run hard for the first half or so, then slow down in the middle mile so I can save all my energy to bust out at the end. I don't know if this is a good way to run or not, but this is how I've been approaching my summer. We jam packed every
weeked in May and June with fun things to do. And now I'm puttering along through the middle of summer and as soon as I realize it's almost over, I'll go back to the cram and be exhausted come September. And then I'll remember how much I hate cleaning up after a party and not have people over until December.
I mean, I can't even finish this book I've been reading and I am less than 50 pages from the end.
I won't even MENTION Atlas Shrugged, which I have been reading since January (I'll get it back to you eventually, Emily)
If it weren't for my scheduled appointments at the gym, I doubt I would be getting there too much, either.
I think I need a vacation...
Monday, July 27, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
1 Week Gluten Free
Aaaand I feel pretty good! I am tired this week from staying up wayyy to late to watch True Blood and beat Andrew at "Set," but I have noticed some obvious improvements, which may or may not (I'm hoping its the former) be attributed to the lack of gluten in my diet.The pros:
For starters, my stomach and I have not been at war, which is always nice. In fact, my entire GI system seems to be functioning pretty normally. (I should note that I don't actually know what normal GI function is, but I'm guessing this is closer to normal than it was).
Secondly, I have more energy. This was something I noticed pretty quickly, only about 4 days into gluten-free life. For once, I didn't crash mid-afternoon and ache desperately for a nap (this happens to me every. day.) I started Tuesday, by Friday, I was on FIRE (in a good way)!
My scale is inching downwards. This could be because I have been eating a little less. I will admit that wheat and carbs are my go-to snacks and I pretty much always include them in a meal. Instead, I've been having potatoes (hooray for potassium!) and rice and corn based products. And tons and TONS of fresh fruit and veggies. I don't think most people tolerate corn too well either, being that it's usually mass produced and over processed, so I have been trying to stay away from falling into the "I will eat everything corn instead" trap. But its nice to know that things like tortilla chips are still an option. For the most part, sweet potatoes and ketcup have become my new best friends.
Now for the cons:
I want an effing cupcake like my it is nobody's business! Temptation is everywhere. It is hard to say no to that deliciously huge brownie sitting on my counter (thanks, grandmom!). I did indulge in some pasta on Sunday (less than a half a cup) and I did have one tiny nibble of a cookie that my neighbor made on Friday. Here's my justification: I don't have Ceilac's disease so I can, in theory, eat gluten without dying. But I know myself well enough to know that if I give myself too many allowances, I will go overboard. I also know that if I don't allow myself ANY tasty wheat stuff, I will go overboard (as in, restricting. which is no good for former eating disordered peeps). So for me, its about balance. Just a taste is enough. And when I have been tempted to have more, I remind myself of how shit-tastic my stomach is going to feel in about an hour.
That has been pretty effective so far.
Gluten-free stuff is mad expensive and tastes like SHIT. I tried a gluten-free pizza yesterday. It took HOURS for me to get the taste out of my outh. Never. Again. NASTY. NASTY.
I find that whenver food is made to tast like something that it clearly is not, it is crap. Oh sure, they make it look nice, but do not be decieved.
I did read a good review on the gluten free waffles at Trader Joes, so I picked some up. I hope they don't suck as bad as the pizza.
But I don't intend to start consuming mass amounts of gluten free bread and cake. I can't afford it and it's not worth it. I'd rather just have a taste of something WITH wheat in it and stick to things that are naturally gluten free (and a hell of a lot tastier!)
Conclusion:
I feel better. I really do. I am pretty convinced that I do have at least moderate sensitivity to gluten. And I fully intend to continue to eat a diet that is fairily restrictive with regards to gluten. The challenge now is to figure out how much gluten my body can tolerate without pissing of my GI system. In the next few weeks, I will work tiny amounts back in and continue to log how I feel day to day. I love self-experimentation!
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Evil Gluten
Sorry for the absence, oh devoted five followers! I am trying to enjoy summer and escape accountability..
Anyhow, its been a busy couple of weeks. Andrew, our friend Anthony and I completed the Philly Tri a few weeks back (we had a relay team). Yours truly got to be the runner and cross the finish line at the end (coolest thing EVER!). It was a lot of fun! Hot as hell, but fun! And we each got medal so big, you would have thought we won the thing (we definitely did NOT). Next year, I am going to do the whole tri myself. I figure that I can use the crappy winter weather to spend sometime inside at our gym's pool, working on my sweet swim strokes! I bike and run all year long so I think I really need to focus on my swimming.
Anyhow, the past few weeks I have been feeling really yucky. I know awhile back I posted about a b12 deficiency that I have that tends to wear me down pretty quickly. I haven't been taking my supplement as religiously as I am supposed to (gasp!) so I figured that was the problem. And I have been drinking copious amount of iced coffee (I love you, summer!) so I was sure that wasn't helping. But twice last week, I found myself doubled over in pain, fatigue and nausea (and other fun GI grossness). I am NOT pregnant (don't pretend the thought didn't cross your mind) so I knew there must be something else going on.
I love to self diagnose and experiment with myself so I made a list of everything I ate and drank that week and started to do some research on my symptoms.
I think I may have a gluten allergy. I'm not talking about Celiac's disease, which is essentially the inability to tolerate gluten at all. Just an allergy. As it turns out, about 1 in every 100 people has a gluten allergy and doesn't know it. In addition, gluten allergies are more prevalent than they were 50 years ago, thanks to the uber processing of the food that we eat. This article has some interesting findings:
Gluten Allergy Article
If you've ever read the Omnivore's Dilemma or seen Food, Inc. you know that this makes complete sense (and if you haven't, you REALLY should). For many reasons outlined in both book and film, the bulk of American food has become increasingly processed. Not only does our government heavily subsidize the corn and meat industries, but the creation of artificial preservatives and sweeteners (ahem, high fructose corn syrup) has resulted in foods that are, literally, fake. HFCS doesn't occur in nature, it is completely man made. And its in EVERYTHING. Michael Pollan, my God of food, suggests that just the mere listing of HFCS on a label is the sign of a highly processed food (and should be avoided).
I get how the food industry became this way; its symbiotic with the widespread use of cars, the collpase of manufacturing cities, the development of the federal highway system, and introduction of urban sprawl. Its all connected, my friends. As people moved out of cities, they had to go farther to get food, which cost more. Because fresh food isn't ridden with preservatives, it doesn't last as long. So rather than walking across the street to the city market, people had to drive (perhaps several times a month) to get fresh food. My god! What a PAIN!
Cities became cut off from the suburbs (pretty much on purpose, but that's a topic for another day). Now that people had cars, they could travel long distances much faster than ever before. Our country became obsessed with speed and efficiency, traveling farther and faster than they ever had before. How inefficient it was, then, to have food that went bad so quickly and didn't keep. And how expensive it became to feed this new generation of baby boomers with real, fresh food.
So the government says, hey farmers, why don't you increase production? We got a lot of people to feed and if you make more food, it will drive down the cost and you'll sell more. And the farmers say, but we can't. We don't have the means to increase production. Animals only grow so fast, and they need all of this ROOM to roam and eat. And the government says, we'll give you the money. You just make us as much of the cheapest meats and foods you can. Naturally, this meant cutting some major corners. And thus began half a century of BS. You can read more about the development of the fast food world (which is a HUGE contributor to the decomposition of American food) in Fast Food Nation.
I will spare you my play by play of the disgracing of America's food supply, but you get the idea. The government literally pays farmers to produce ridiculous amounts of corn, which is then fed to the livestock (a diet which makes them terribly sick and necessitates insane amounts of antibiotics to keep them alive), which is then sold to us. Cheap. And fast. And then the leftover corn is thrown into whatever other foods we happen to be making at the time.
Sooooo, it is no wonder that we are seeing a increase in not just obesity, but Autism, food intolerances, cancers and a whole slew of behavioral and developmental issues in kids. There is nothing natural about our food in America. At least not the stuff that you buy at the Acme/Superfresh/ShopRite.
The point of this whole, long winded post was to say that as of today, I am going gluten-free (for at least a couple weeks). I am probably going to be a super cranky bitch for awhile. But I am hoping that the switch improves my overall well being.
My friend Jill (Hi, Jill!) is experimenting with THIS diet. Which I think sounds super interesting, albeit a bit more restrictive. I like the idea of getting back to basics with food. If this gluten thing doesn't work out, you can expect that the Paleo Diet will be my next experiment.
Adios, gluten, for now. I cannot imagine a life without beer. Honestly. But if I must choose, I would prefer a life (or even a week) without diarrhea.
I'll keep you posted on how it goes. Expect some ranting and whining at first....
Anyhow, its been a busy couple of weeks. Andrew, our friend Anthony and I completed the Philly Tri a few weeks back (we had a relay team). Yours truly got to be the runner and cross the finish line at the end (coolest thing EVER!). It was a lot of fun! Hot as hell, but fun! And we each got medal so big, you would have thought we won the thing (we definitely did NOT). Next year, I am going to do the whole tri myself. I figure that I can use the crappy winter weather to spend sometime inside at our gym's pool, working on my sweet swim strokes! I bike and run all year long so I think I really need to focus on my swimming.
Anyhow, the past few weeks I have been feeling really yucky. I know awhile back I posted about a b12 deficiency that I have that tends to wear me down pretty quickly. I haven't been taking my supplement as religiously as I am supposed to (gasp!) so I figured that was the problem. And I have been drinking copious amount of iced coffee (I love you, summer!) so I was sure that wasn't helping. But twice last week, I found myself doubled over in pain, fatigue and nausea (and other fun GI grossness). I am NOT pregnant (don't pretend the thought didn't cross your mind) so I knew there must be something else going on.
I love to self diagnose and experiment with myself so I made a list of everything I ate and drank that week and started to do some research on my symptoms.
I think I may have a gluten allergy. I'm not talking about Celiac's disease, which is essentially the inability to tolerate gluten at all. Just an allergy. As it turns out, about 1 in every 100 people has a gluten allergy and doesn't know it. In addition, gluten allergies are more prevalent than they were 50 years ago, thanks to the uber processing of the food that we eat. This article has some interesting findings:
Gluten Allergy Article
If you've ever read the Omnivore's Dilemma or seen Food, Inc. you know that this makes complete sense (and if you haven't, you REALLY should). For many reasons outlined in both book and film, the bulk of American food has become increasingly processed. Not only does our government heavily subsidize the corn and meat industries, but the creation of artificial preservatives and sweeteners (ahem, high fructose corn syrup) has resulted in foods that are, literally, fake. HFCS doesn't occur in nature, it is completely man made. And its in EVERYTHING. Michael Pollan, my God of food, suggests that just the mere listing of HFCS on a label is the sign of a highly processed food (and should be avoided).
I get how the food industry became this way; its symbiotic with the widespread use of cars, the collpase of manufacturing cities, the development of the federal highway system, and introduction of urban sprawl. Its all connected, my friends. As people moved out of cities, they had to go farther to get food, which cost more. Because fresh food isn't ridden with preservatives, it doesn't last as long. So rather than walking across the street to the city market, people had to drive (perhaps several times a month) to get fresh food. My god! What a PAIN!
Cities became cut off from the suburbs (pretty much on purpose, but that's a topic for another day). Now that people had cars, they could travel long distances much faster than ever before. Our country became obsessed with speed and efficiency, traveling farther and faster than they ever had before. How inefficient it was, then, to have food that went bad so quickly and didn't keep. And how expensive it became to feed this new generation of baby boomers with real, fresh food.
So the government says, hey farmers, why don't you increase production? We got a lot of people to feed and if you make more food, it will drive down the cost and you'll sell more. And the farmers say, but we can't. We don't have the means to increase production. Animals only grow so fast, and they need all of this ROOM to roam and eat. And the government says, we'll give you the money. You just make us as much of the cheapest meats and foods you can. Naturally, this meant cutting some major corners. And thus began half a century of BS. You can read more about the development of the fast food world (which is a HUGE contributor to the decomposition of American food) in Fast Food Nation.
I will spare you my play by play of the disgracing of America's food supply, but you get the idea. The government literally pays farmers to produce ridiculous amounts of corn, which is then fed to the livestock (a diet which makes them terribly sick and necessitates insane amounts of antibiotics to keep them alive), which is then sold to us. Cheap. And fast. And then the leftover corn is thrown into whatever other foods we happen to be making at the time.
Sooooo, it is no wonder that we are seeing a increase in not just obesity, but Autism, food intolerances, cancers and a whole slew of behavioral and developmental issues in kids. There is nothing natural about our food in America. At least not the stuff that you buy at the Acme/Superfresh/ShopRite.
The point of this whole, long winded post was to say that as of today, I am going gluten-free (for at least a couple weeks). I am probably going to be a super cranky bitch for awhile. But I am hoping that the switch improves my overall well being.
My friend Jill (Hi, Jill!) is experimenting with THIS diet. Which I think sounds super interesting, albeit a bit more restrictive. I like the idea of getting back to basics with food. If this gluten thing doesn't work out, you can expect that the Paleo Diet will be my next experiment.
Adios, gluten, for now. I cannot imagine a life without beer. Honestly. But if I must choose, I would prefer a life (or even a week) without diarrhea.
I'll keep you posted on how it goes. Expect some ranting and whining at first....
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Running Fool. Drinking Veggies
So Jenna over at Eat, Live, Run has been swearing by this Amazing Meal stuff for weeks now. Both her and her boyfriend have been drinking in in place of their morning coffee, and both have lots more energy for the day. I am SOOO envious of this so I'm going to get myself some (it can't be any worse than all the other supplements I try to take for energy), but in the meantime, I have been experimenting with ways to make sure I get all my greens and vegetables in.
This weekend, our friends went on their honeymoon and dropped off all their produce for us so it wouldn't go bad. Then, we had a CSA pick up on Saturday. Needless to say, we ended up with produce out the WAZ-OOO!
I really have to give props to Andrew for most of this, he has come up with some amazingly creative (and TASTY) dishes for us.
On Saturday night, we took zucchini lasagna to a friend's going away party. Instead of using pasta lasagna, we sliced them thin the long way and layered zucchini in between marinara sauce and ricotta/mozzarella cheese. Just bake and viola! It was a hit at the party. Although I don't see how anything that includes cheese can not be a hit.
Side note: I have discovered smoked gouda. WHERE has this stuff been all my life?! I'm obsessed! It's my new favorite cheese. Sorry, Laughing Cow.
Earlier on Saturday, I wasn't feeling so hot so I decided I needed a veggie pick me up. I blended a couple strawberries with some watermelon cubes, a HUGE handful of spinach, and some protein powder to make a delicious fresh drink. I swear it was an instant energy boost!
This is the protein powder I use. Its got all kinds of good stuff in it and it has a yummy vanilla-ish smell to it. (It doesn't taste as vanilla as it smells, though)
I highly recommend this site Vitaglo for all your vitamins, supplements and so on. They have a great selection and even better prices!
The most delicious part of my drink was the blended watermelon. SO fresh and juicy. I've read that Kath has made a drink with blended watermelon, but she adds a little vodka to hers. A girl after my own heart....
I've been having these spinach protein drinks every morning and I have been feeling good (and, er, regular).
Today, I feel like I got hit by a bus but I had a hard workout yesterday...and ice cream, so it's my fault.
Anyhow, as of last night, we had turnips, two bunches of asparagus, a bunch of carrots and a huge bucket of kale that was all in danger of going bad. So Andrew whipped up a delicious creamed vegetable soup. I didn't pay too close attention, but I know he started by sauteeing the turnips and carrots with onions and then added the asparagus and some chicken stock. When the veggies were soft, he blended them up and added in some half and half and seasonings. We froze most of it, but oh boy, was it ever yummy! In fact, I'm having it for lunch right now!
(with half a banana and peanut butter, a laughing cow wedge and a couple crackers-don't worry, I'm saving my veggies for dinner)
I know this soup doesn't look like much but it is DAAAMNN good! Thanks, Andrew!
Also, thanks to whoever left those beautiful orchids on our front steps this weekend-SO pretty!
On the exercise front, this weekend is our relay triathalon. I'm excited and a little nervous. My running sneaks have been giving me blisters and I know its time for some new kicks (b/c they have also been irritating my ankles) but I have to get through the race with these ones. Buying new shoes five days before a race is a BAD IDEA. Andrew is going to pick me up some inserts today and maybe that will help. Then, next week, I'm off to Philadelphia Runner to get refitted.
Yesterday, I ran 3 miles in 30 minutes flat, so I'm thinking that I can do my 5k portion of the race in 32 minutes, maybe less since I usually sprint the end of races and not my training runs. That's my goal. If there aren't any hills on the course, I'm golden. If there are, I may come in around 33 minutes. I plan on it being very hot and humid but I have a sweet mp3 mix to get me moving. I'm the last to go (after the swim and bike), so there will be plenty of time to stretch out, sit around and let the adrenaline build up. Then afterwards, we drink! Beer!
Geeze, is it only Tuesday?? This week's gonna be a dragger, I predict.
Make sure you eat (or drink) your veggies!
This weekend, our friends went on their honeymoon and dropped off all their produce for us so it wouldn't go bad. Then, we had a CSA pick up on Saturday. Needless to say, we ended up with produce out the WAZ-OOO!
I really have to give props to Andrew for most of this, he has come up with some amazingly creative (and TASTY) dishes for us.
On Saturday night, we took zucchini lasagna to a friend's going away party. Instead of using pasta lasagna, we sliced them thin the long way and layered zucchini in between marinara sauce and ricotta/mozzarella cheese. Just bake and viola! It was a hit at the party. Although I don't see how anything that includes cheese can not be a hit.
Side note: I have discovered smoked gouda. WHERE has this stuff been all my life?! I'm obsessed! It's my new favorite cheese. Sorry, Laughing Cow.
Earlier on Saturday, I wasn't feeling so hot so I decided I needed a veggie pick me up. I blended a couple strawberries with some watermelon cubes, a HUGE handful of spinach, and some protein powder to make a delicious fresh drink. I swear it was an instant energy boost!
This is the protein powder I use. Its got all kinds of good stuff in it and it has a yummy vanilla-ish smell to it. (It doesn't taste as vanilla as it smells, though)
I highly recommend this site Vitaglo for all your vitamins, supplements and so on. They have a great selection and even better prices!
The most delicious part of my drink was the blended watermelon. SO fresh and juicy. I've read that Kath has made a drink with blended watermelon, but she adds a little vodka to hers. A girl after my own heart....
I've been having these spinach protein drinks every morning and I have been feeling good (and, er, regular).
Today, I feel like I got hit by a bus but I had a hard workout yesterday...and ice cream, so it's my fault.
Anyhow, as of last night, we had turnips, two bunches of asparagus, a bunch of carrots and a huge bucket of kale that was all in danger of going bad. So Andrew whipped up a delicious creamed vegetable soup. I didn't pay too close attention, but I know he started by sauteeing the turnips and carrots with onions and then added the asparagus and some chicken stock. When the veggies were soft, he blended them up and added in some half and half and seasonings. We froze most of it, but oh boy, was it ever yummy! In fact, I'm having it for lunch right now!
(with half a banana and peanut butter, a laughing cow wedge and a couple crackers-don't worry, I'm saving my veggies for dinner)
I know this soup doesn't look like much but it is DAAAMNN good! Thanks, Andrew!
Also, thanks to whoever left those beautiful orchids on our front steps this weekend-SO pretty!
On the exercise front, this weekend is our relay triathalon. I'm excited and a little nervous. My running sneaks have been giving me blisters and I know its time for some new kicks (b/c they have also been irritating my ankles) but I have to get through the race with these ones. Buying new shoes five days before a race is a BAD IDEA. Andrew is going to pick me up some inserts today and maybe that will help. Then, next week, I'm off to Philadelphia Runner to get refitted.
Yesterday, I ran 3 miles in 30 minutes flat, so I'm thinking that I can do my 5k portion of the race in 32 minutes, maybe less since I usually sprint the end of races and not my training runs. That's my goal. If there aren't any hills on the course, I'm golden. If there are, I may come in around 33 minutes. I plan on it being very hot and humid but I have a sweet mp3 mix to get me moving. I'm the last to go (after the swim and bike), so there will be plenty of time to stretch out, sit around and let the adrenaline build up. Then afterwards, we drink! Beer!
Geeze, is it only Tuesday?? This week's gonna be a dragger, I predict.
Make sure you eat (or drink) your veggies!
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Nibbles and Bits
I'm flyin solo for dinner tonight 'cuse my hard working fiance' is meeting with one of his freelance clients. I like to take these opportunities to eat a little less traditionally than the way we do when we eat together.
I am on a mission to eat up random leftovers in our fridge and, for some reason, we have a lot of produce that's going bad. (Well, not for some reason. The reason is because its produce and it never lasts very long). Anyhow, I love veggies but I'm not a fan of eating them plain and raw. I need something to dip them in, at the very least. So I opted for a tasting plate as my dinner. This is hands down my FAVORITE way to eat. I confess, I am a nibbler. Sure I'll eat a big ol plate of meat and potatoes, but defnitely prefer nibbles of lots of different things. Tapas restaurants are right up my alley. Right along with cocktail receptions and tasting events.
Here's the spread:
Cucumbers
Celery
Green Peppers
Strawberries
Leftover bruschetta that I made this weekend
Basil hummus (for dipping)
I also had a couple slices of fresh Italian bread and a glass of wine
This was perfection. I was satisfied but not stuffed AND the only thing I actually made new was the hummus. (But it was DELICIOUS so I doubt it will last very long)
I feel silly taking pictures of my food anywhere but at home otherwise I would have snapped a pic of the amazing bento box I had last night for dinner. It was fresh and healthy and di-vine! The place we went has the BEST spicy tofu!
I had a pretty tough workout with my trainer yesterday which has left me with some serious aching in my neck. Obviously, I was not doing my 1 million crunches correctly.
I put in an hour on the elliptical today at a nice high resistance and crossramp and sweated it out through two gossip rags. I am SO ashamed that I read these. I am such a sucker for pop culture and celebrity gossip. My random knowledge did, however, earn my Quizo team a decent amount of points last night, which had us finish in a VERY respectable 2nd place. I was the only one who knew that Miley Cyrus broke up with her boyfriend and went back to her Jonas brother ex-boyfriend. For shame, Becky. For shame.
I read a lot of NY Times and CNN.com today to make up for it.
Like I mentioned in my last post, I have been struggling to make my commitment to health and fitness "fit in" with the rest of my life. I've been thinking about this a lot the past week and I think what has me so frustrated is my "either/or" mentality. I have scheduled appointments with my trainer twice a week. The rest of the week, my workout routine is planned, so to speak, but I don't have any accountability to anyone else to be anywhere at any particular time.
Now that it's the summer, I am finding that my nights are filling up fast with fun events and time with friends. I would be lying if I said the weather wasn't a HUGE motivator in getting me up and out of the house after work hours (although it probably helps that I work from home).
Several times over the past month or so, I have had to decline invitations becuase of my appointments with my trainer and even becuase I was busy at work and hadn't had time to get in a workout during the day. Yeah. I opted to workout over spending QT with my friends. SO LAME. Of course working out is important to me, but when I really thought about it, I do not want to be bailing on my friends under those circumstances.
So I've been struggling with this idea that I have to do one or the other. After a couple of "deep" conversations with Andrew, I realized that I'm getting in my own way about this. This is as you know (if you have read this blog more than once) ALWAYS the case with me. Sometimes I am my own biggest obstacle. So I have deciced to make a conscious effort to re-think the way I think (I know that sounds a little wacky, but its what I'm going for). Instead of thinking that I HAVE to pick this or that, I am training myself to think "I am going to do both of these things. How do I make it work?"
I have to remind myself a lot. But to be honest, it is really working. I sometimes have to rush, and forgo drying my hair or putting on that extra bit of makeup in order to get places ontime, but (so far) I haven't declined any invitations. It has meant working out on my lunch break and doubling up on workouts in my less busy days, but I have somehow managed to fit everything in. And the best part? It has encouraged a little creativity and flexibility in me (which is something that has been a little lacking recently. Right, Andrew? :-)).
I am sure there are people who have been doing this successfully for many, many years. I bet moms are amazing at this. And I think its great practice. Not only for when I have kids, but for how insanely busy my work schedule is going to be come September. Then I'll have to figure out not just when to hang out with friends, but how to work out on a train (or in the car or while sitting at a meeting).
I am on a mission to eat up random leftovers in our fridge and, for some reason, we have a lot of produce that's going bad. (Well, not for some reason. The reason is because its produce and it never lasts very long). Anyhow, I love veggies but I'm not a fan of eating them plain and raw. I need something to dip them in, at the very least. So I opted for a tasting plate as my dinner. This is hands down my FAVORITE way to eat. I confess, I am a nibbler. Sure I'll eat a big ol plate of meat and potatoes, but defnitely prefer nibbles of lots of different things. Tapas restaurants are right up my alley. Right along with cocktail receptions and tasting events.
Here's the spread:
CucumbersCelery
Green Peppers
Strawberries
Leftover bruschetta that I made this weekend
Basil hummus (for dipping)
I also had a couple slices of fresh Italian bread and a glass of wine
This was perfection. I was satisfied but not stuffed AND the only thing I actually made new was the hummus. (But it was DELICIOUS so I doubt it will last very long)
I feel silly taking pictures of my food anywhere but at home otherwise I would have snapped a pic of the amazing bento box I had last night for dinner. It was fresh and healthy and di-vine! The place we went has the BEST spicy tofu!
I had a pretty tough workout with my trainer yesterday which has left me with some serious aching in my neck. Obviously, I was not doing my 1 million crunches correctly.
I put in an hour on the elliptical today at a nice high resistance and crossramp and sweated it out through two gossip rags. I am SO ashamed that I read these. I am such a sucker for pop culture and celebrity gossip. My random knowledge did, however, earn my Quizo team a decent amount of points last night, which had us finish in a VERY respectable 2nd place. I was the only one who knew that Miley Cyrus broke up with her boyfriend and went back to her Jonas brother ex-boyfriend. For shame, Becky. For shame.
I read a lot of NY Times and CNN.com today to make up for it.
Like I mentioned in my last post, I have been struggling to make my commitment to health and fitness "fit in" with the rest of my life. I've been thinking about this a lot the past week and I think what has me so frustrated is my "either/or" mentality. I have scheduled appointments with my trainer twice a week. The rest of the week, my workout routine is planned, so to speak, but I don't have any accountability to anyone else to be anywhere at any particular time.
Now that it's the summer, I am finding that my nights are filling up fast with fun events and time with friends. I would be lying if I said the weather wasn't a HUGE motivator in getting me up and out of the house after work hours (although it probably helps that I work from home).
Several times over the past month or so, I have had to decline invitations becuase of my appointments with my trainer and even becuase I was busy at work and hadn't had time to get in a workout during the day. Yeah. I opted to workout over spending QT with my friends. SO LAME. Of course working out is important to me, but when I really thought about it, I do not want to be bailing on my friends under those circumstances.
So I've been struggling with this idea that I have to do one or the other. After a couple of "deep" conversations with Andrew, I realized that I'm getting in my own way about this. This is as you know (if you have read this blog more than once) ALWAYS the case with me. Sometimes I am my own biggest obstacle. So I have deciced to make a conscious effort to re-think the way I think (I know that sounds a little wacky, but its what I'm going for). Instead of thinking that I HAVE to pick this or that, I am training myself to think "I am going to do both of these things. How do I make it work?"
I have to remind myself a lot. But to be honest, it is really working. I sometimes have to rush, and forgo drying my hair or putting on that extra bit of makeup in order to get places ontime, but (so far) I haven't declined any invitations. It has meant working out on my lunch break and doubling up on workouts in my less busy days, but I have somehow managed to fit everything in. And the best part? It has encouraged a little creativity and flexibility in me (which is something that has been a little lacking recently. Right, Andrew? :-)).
I am sure there are people who have been doing this successfully for many, many years. I bet moms are amazing at this. And I think its great practice. Not only for when I have kids, but for how insanely busy my work schedule is going to be come September. Then I'll have to figure out not just when to hang out with friends, but how to work out on a train (or in the car or while sitting at a meeting).
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Time to Smell the Roses
I have a confession, devoted blog followers. This whole healthy lifestyle thing is really a lot of work for me. I know for some people it's something that just comes naturally. Maybe they were brought up eating clean and having exercise be a part of their everyday routine. I was not one of these people. And so it is something that I work at (literally) every moment of every day. I mean, I created this blog as part of that. To hold myself accountable for actually doing the work.
And, honestly, I'm beat. I sometimes feel like I'm running (again, literally) uphill. A really steep hill. With potholes. I sometimes feel like I spend so much time counting calories and planning workouts that I'm missing something else. Maybe even something more important.
"But what could be more important than my health?" I ask myself.
Where does one draw the line between enjoying life and giving one's self a break and staying committed.
Like today.
This week has been a bit of a nightmare. Our property taxes skyrocketed, the IRS lost the amendment that I sent in as part of last year's taxes and now I owe them a butt load of money, I'm trying to plan a wedding (kinda sorta), my work is wonderfully hectic and I haven't had a good night's sleep in at least 3 weeks (think awful back pain and lots of tossing and turning). I've pretty much been crying for the past two days and I don't even know why. All I wanted to do tonight was sit on the couch and watch a movie, maybe take a bath, read a book. And I started to do just that. But then this god awful guilt kicked spoke up. "You skipped your workout on Monday," it said. "If you skip today too, then you'll have to workout Saturday AND Sunday to meet your goal."
"But I'm exhausted!" my real self said. "I have had such a long week and I even lost two pounds this week. I deserve this night off."
"If you take tonight off, those two pounds will be right back on your ass next week," it continued. "You can take days off when you're 20 pounds lighter. Or dead."
It went back and forth like this for a bit until eventually my real self agreed with my guilt that I would, in fact, feel much better after I went for a run.
And so I draaaaaagged my butt of the couch and put on both of my sports bras (yes, I have to wear two and yes, it is a HUGE pain in the ass) and laced up my sneakers for a run.
I let my real self catch a break and I only ran two and a half miles instead of three. "Big deal," said my real self.
And half an hour later, I'm sitting on my back patio (WHEN did it get so NICE outside!?) drinking some water and watching the cats roll around and chase bugs. Turns out, I didn't miss anything more important, except maybe the last few minutes of "What Not to Wear."
I feel better that I went for a run. But I don't know when I'll ever give myself a break. I want to lose these last 20 pounds SO BAD. And not just lose them, KEEP them off (which, as we all know, is the toughest part).
I know that in order for this all to work, I need to make it a part of my lifestyle and I have. But not inasmuch as it doesn't require thought or planning or effort. And that worries me a little. Am I always going to have to work THIS hard?
Will it ever get easier?
Ahhhh, life's persistent questions.
Even as I type, I'm sitting here planning what to eat for dinner, and then breakfast and then lunch tomorrow, all while doing quick caloric adding in my head.
I know it's important. But I only get a few short months with blooming roses in my backyard. I really should worry a little less about calories and a little more about taking a few minutes to enjoy the gorgeous utopia of a vacant
South Philadelphia lot...
And, honestly, I'm beat. I sometimes feel like I'm running (again, literally) uphill. A really steep hill. With potholes. I sometimes feel like I spend so much time counting calories and planning workouts that I'm missing something else. Maybe even something more important.
"But what could be more important than my health?" I ask myself.
Where does one draw the line between enjoying life and giving one's self a break and staying committed.
Like today.
This week has been a bit of a nightmare. Our property taxes skyrocketed, the IRS lost the amendment that I sent in as part of last year's taxes and now I owe them a butt load of money, I'm trying to plan a wedding (kinda sorta), my work is wonderfully hectic and I haven't had a good night's sleep in at least 3 weeks (think awful back pain and lots of tossing and turning). I've pretty much been crying for the past two days and I don't even know why. All I wanted to do tonight was sit on the couch and watch a movie, maybe take a bath, read a book. And I started to do just that. But then this god awful guilt kicked spoke up. "You skipped your workout on Monday," it said. "If you skip today too, then you'll have to workout Saturday AND Sunday to meet your goal."
"But I'm exhausted!" my real self said. "I have had such a long week and I even lost two pounds this week. I deserve this night off."
"If you take tonight off, those two pounds will be right back on your ass next week," it continued. "You can take days off when you're 20 pounds lighter. Or dead."
It went back and forth like this for a bit until eventually my real self agreed with my guilt that I would, in fact, feel much better after I went for a run.
And so I draaaaaagged my butt of the couch and put on both of my sports bras (yes, I have to wear two and yes, it is a HUGE pain in the ass) and laced up my sneakers for a run.
I let my real self catch a break and I only ran two and a half miles instead of three. "Big deal," said my real self.
And half an hour later, I'm sitting on my back patio (WHEN did it get so NICE outside!?) drinking some water and watching the cats roll around and chase bugs. Turns out, I didn't miss anything more important, except maybe the last few minutes of "What Not to Wear."
I feel better that I went for a run. But I don't know when I'll ever give myself a break. I want to lose these last 20 pounds SO BAD. And not just lose them, KEEP them off (which, as we all know, is the toughest part).
I know that in order for this all to work, I need to make it a part of my lifestyle and I have. But not inasmuch as it doesn't require thought or planning or effort. And that worries me a little. Am I always going to have to work THIS hard?
Will it ever get easier?
Ahhhh, life's persistent questions.
Even as I type, I'm sitting here planning what to eat for dinner, and then breakfast and then lunch tomorrow, all while doing quick caloric adding in my head.
I know it's important. But I only get a few short months with blooming roses in my backyard. I really should worry a little less about calories and a little more about taking a few minutes to enjoy the gorgeous utopia of a vacant
South Philadelphia lot...
Friday, May 22, 2009
Kick Ass Salads
In my house, we usually eat heavier in the evenings. I know you're not "supposed" to eat heavier at night, but I live with a dude who isn't a big fan of salads, so I have them at lunch when he's not around.
This week, I had two AMAZING salads so I wanted to brag, er, share.
First, a taco salad:
I started with a bowl of spinach and added:
black beans
corn
onions
tomatoes
green peppers
roasted red peppers
about 1/2 ounce of shredded pepper jack cheese
a couple spoons of salsa
a handful of crumbled up tortilla chips (great way to use up the crumbs at the bottom of the bag, which, for us, usually end up in the composter). I would have added avocado if we had one, but we were out.
I added some hot sauce on top too, for a little extra kick. I had this last week and then made it for Andrew to take to work this week and he LOVED it. Since he usually hates salads, I consider this a victory. You could add some chicken or beef if you want a protein boost. But this was perfectly satisfying for me AND kept me full until dinner.
Then, there was this summer salad:
Sorry the photo is crappy, I took it with my blackberry (which I still don't really know how to use, but at least I look cool trying).
Anyhow, this is a lighter version of a salad that I make in the fall, it doesn't have a name.
Again, I started with a bowl of spinach. Then I added:
1/2 chopped apple
a few tablespoons of dried cranberries (these are awesome in ANYTHING, but best in salads and yogurt parfaits. You could use any dried berry, really.)
cherries (fresh ones. with the pits. they're a pain in the ass to cut up, but totally worth it).
1/2 ounce of gorgonzola crumbles
a tablespoon of almond slivers
dash of balsamic dressing (I'm obsessed with Trader Joes').
I've also made this salad with strawberries and onions (a tasty combo) or any other berries that I have on hand.
I should also mention that for me to really enjoy a salad, it needs to have something a little creamy in it; either cheese or a creamy dressing or something like avocado or chickpeas (which have a similar consistency). This is also an easy way to cut calories because often times, I'll use it in place of a dressing (like in the taco salad). For the second salad, I only use a dash of dressing, but I could have easily just used plain balsamic vinegar and it would have been just as tasty. AAAAND 1/2 an ounce of shredded or crumbled cheese has about half the fat and calories as an oil-based dressing.
Things like salsa, hot sauce, lemon juice and salt and pepper also give salads a kick with minimal calories (I might skip these on any salads with fruit though. Balsamic is really the best compliment to fruit, I think).
As a rule, I always ask for dressing on the side when I order salads. Not only do I end up using less, but I really hate the puddle of dressing at the bottom of the bowl, and too much dressing makes the greens soggy, which I think is kind of gross and really unappetizing.
I think salads are a super quick and easy way to get creative with meals. And I'm a little lazy like that.
What are your favorite salad combos?? Maybe I'll try some new ones and "review" them here!
Oh, and have an awesome loooooong weekend! My goal is to not overdo it with delicious BBQ food and beer. At 4:30, I will have achieved my workout goal for the week, so I'm feeling pretty good heading into the weekend. But, beer has been known to ruin pretty much everything I plan to do (like workout, sleep, and be responsible).
Happy Memorial Day!
This week, I had two AMAZING salads so I wanted to brag, er, share.
First, a taco salad:
I started with a bowl of spinach and added:
black beans
corn
onions
tomatoes
green peppers
roasted red peppers
about 1/2 ounce of shredded pepper jack cheese
a couple spoons of salsa
a handful of crumbled up tortilla chips (great way to use up the crumbs at the bottom of the bag, which, for us, usually end up in the composter). I would have added avocado if we had one, but we were out.
I added some hot sauce on top too, for a little extra kick. I had this last week and then made it for Andrew to take to work this week and he LOVED it. Since he usually hates salads, I consider this a victory. You could add some chicken or beef if you want a protein boost. But this was perfectly satisfying for me AND kept me full until dinner.
Then, there was this summer salad:
Sorry the photo is crappy, I took it with my blackberry (which I still don't really know how to use, but at least I look cool trying).Anyhow, this is a lighter version of a salad that I make in the fall, it doesn't have a name.
Again, I started with a bowl of spinach. Then I added:
1/2 chopped apple
a few tablespoons of dried cranberries (these are awesome in ANYTHING, but best in salads and yogurt parfaits. You could use any dried berry, really.)
cherries (fresh ones. with the pits. they're a pain in the ass to cut up, but totally worth it).
1/2 ounce of gorgonzola crumbles
a tablespoon of almond slivers
dash of balsamic dressing (I'm obsessed with Trader Joes').
I've also made this salad with strawberries and onions (a tasty combo) or any other berries that I have on hand.
I should also mention that for me to really enjoy a salad, it needs to have something a little creamy in it; either cheese or a creamy dressing or something like avocado or chickpeas (which have a similar consistency). This is also an easy way to cut calories because often times, I'll use it in place of a dressing (like in the taco salad). For the second salad, I only use a dash of dressing, but I could have easily just used plain balsamic vinegar and it would have been just as tasty. AAAAND 1/2 an ounce of shredded or crumbled cheese has about half the fat and calories as an oil-based dressing.
Things like salsa, hot sauce, lemon juice and salt and pepper also give salads a kick with minimal calories (I might skip these on any salads with fruit though. Balsamic is really the best compliment to fruit, I think).
As a rule, I always ask for dressing on the side when I order salads. Not only do I end up using less, but I really hate the puddle of dressing at the bottom of the bowl, and too much dressing makes the greens soggy, which I think is kind of gross and really unappetizing.
I think salads are a super quick and easy way to get creative with meals. And I'm a little lazy like that.
What are your favorite salad combos?? Maybe I'll try some new ones and "review" them here!
Oh, and have an awesome loooooong weekend! My goal is to not overdo it with delicious BBQ food and beer. At 4:30, I will have achieved my workout goal for the week, so I'm feeling pretty good heading into the weekend. But, beer has been known to ruin pretty much everything I plan to do (like workout, sleep, and be responsible).
Happy Memorial Day!
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Creative Juicesssss
I'm wondering what all (5) of you do to get your creative juices flowing.
What inspires you?
Do you make crafty things? Do you build? Cook?
Do set aside time to do these things? Or do you just wait until the mood strikes?
I think I need some new hobbies.
So please share!
What inspires you?
Do you make crafty things? Do you build? Cook?
Do set aside time to do these things? Or do you just wait until the mood strikes?
I think I need some new hobbies.
So please share!
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
I love Laughing Cow!!!
I LOVE IT!
35 calories and 2 grams of fat in each wedge!
Finally, my cheese addiction can coexist peacefully with my goal of losing 15 pounds before my wedding.
Get some! (I recommend the garlic & herb)
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Even if this looks like a cop-out post...
it isn't.
The always insightful MizFit has an awesome post today about this book, You'd Be So Pretty if...
II haven't read it but I know that it is a MUST read for everyone, dudes included.
I know I'm not the only chick who's ever been afraid that she's going to mess her kids up in a zillion possible ways. But something about the topic of body image and acceptance really strikes a chord in me. It's no secret that I dabbled with an eating disorder for many years. And I have spent thousands of dollars in therapy wondering where it came from. I would be lying if I said my mother had nothing to do with it. No, I don't blame her for it. But watching her eat in secret and then not eat at all and then go on an Arby's binge definitely set the stage for my bizarre relationship with food. It was like food was evil, or bad, and would inevitably make me fat.
My mom was 130 pounds when she married my dad. I hit 130 in like, 7th grade. As a mom struggling with her own weight, that must have been disappointing for her on some level. Maybe she was trying to protect me from the name calling and the ostracizing, but to me it felt like disapproval.
She never shied away from saying things like "you could live off the fat of the land for awhile" and she never, ever let me wear horizontal stripes. She never outright called me fat, but I knew what she thought. I knew by the way she looked at me when I decided to have a Pop Tart for a snack instead of an apple. I knew when I'd try on clothes and she'd give me this look of disgusted indifference as she said "its just not flattering." At first, I hid behind food. But after years of being picked on, not having a boyfriend and never being able to borrow anyone's clothes, I turned away from food altogether. I clearly had no willpower to only eat good things so I decided to just not eat at all. But I didn't have the willpower for that either, and thus I began the life of a "functional" bulimic. Sure I was a cranky bitch all the time, but I was thinner than I had ever been and it was worth it. Then.
When I look back I am horrified at how it all transpired. I was so conscious of what I was doing; it was like some giant cost benefit analysis of my life. That made me cry a lot.
I see now that there was a definite lack of education around food for my sisters and I growing up. And our only feminine role model was painfully insecure and unhappy herself. We didn't exercise; no one in our family did. Because when you're 6, you can only ride your bike up and down the driveway so many times by yourself...
I do think that I have a healthy relationship with food now. I'm not skinny, but I'm active and healthy and slowly learning to appreciate all of the amazing things that my not skinny body can do (I've heard childbirth is going to be a breeze).
But I'm still a little nervous. Because I know that healthy active lifestyles start at home. And they start before the baby is even born. Am I properly equipped to raise healthy, active, intelligent children who love themselves? What will I do when my daughter comes home crying because some 6th grade boy called her fat? What will I say? How do I suggest a healthy alternative to a Twinkie without judging, or hurting feelings, or adding in all of the personal meanings that a suggestion like that would hold for me?
I have given up my disordered eating, for sure. But there is a part of me that knows if things get REALLY bad and I get REALLY fat, I always have it to fall back on.
Messed up, I know.
But I also know that having kids takes that fall back plan out of existence. Kids see, hear, sense and REPEAT everything (if you don't believe me, I'll introduce you to my nephew, Nathan). I know that to lead by example means that I don't get to take the easy way out. And that makes me a little nervous, too.
But in a good way.
So if I don't win the book on her site (because, I seriously never win ANYTHING), I'm going to buy it. And when I'm done, I'm going to make Andrew read it, even if I have to hold him down and paper clip his eyes open.
Because this is a topic far too overlooked in this age of airbrushing and Top Models and Maxim. And it is about time we (men included) started to have a conversation about it.
And because I don't want any daughter of mine (or yours, or anyone) to go through what I(and millions of other women around the globe) did.
The always insightful MizFit has an awesome post today about this book, You'd Be So Pretty if...
II haven't read it but I know that it is a MUST read for everyone, dudes included.
I know I'm not the only chick who's ever been afraid that she's going to mess her kids up in a zillion possible ways. But something about the topic of body image and acceptance really strikes a chord in me. It's no secret that I dabbled with an eating disorder for many years. And I have spent thousands of dollars in therapy wondering where it came from. I would be lying if I said my mother had nothing to do with it. No, I don't blame her for it. But watching her eat in secret and then not eat at all and then go on an Arby's binge definitely set the stage for my bizarre relationship with food. It was like food was evil, or bad, and would inevitably make me fat.
My mom was 130 pounds when she married my dad. I hit 130 in like, 7th grade. As a mom struggling with her own weight, that must have been disappointing for her on some level. Maybe she was trying to protect me from the name calling and the ostracizing, but to me it felt like disapproval.
She never shied away from saying things like "you could live off the fat of the land for awhile" and she never, ever let me wear horizontal stripes. She never outright called me fat, but I knew what she thought. I knew by the way she looked at me when I decided to have a Pop Tart for a snack instead of an apple. I knew when I'd try on clothes and she'd give me this look of disgusted indifference as she said "its just not flattering." At first, I hid behind food. But after years of being picked on, not having a boyfriend and never being able to borrow anyone's clothes, I turned away from food altogether. I clearly had no willpower to only eat good things so I decided to just not eat at all. But I didn't have the willpower for that either, and thus I began the life of a "functional" bulimic. Sure I was a cranky bitch all the time, but I was thinner than I had ever been and it was worth it. Then.
When I look back I am horrified at how it all transpired. I was so conscious of what I was doing; it was like some giant cost benefit analysis of my life. That made me cry a lot.
I see now that there was a definite lack of education around food for my sisters and I growing up. And our only feminine role model was painfully insecure and unhappy herself. We didn't exercise; no one in our family did. Because when you're 6, you can only ride your bike up and down the driveway so many times by yourself...
I do think that I have a healthy relationship with food now. I'm not skinny, but I'm active and healthy and slowly learning to appreciate all of the amazing things that my not skinny body can do (I've heard childbirth is going to be a breeze).
But I'm still a little nervous. Because I know that healthy active lifestyles start at home. And they start before the baby is even born. Am I properly equipped to raise healthy, active, intelligent children who love themselves? What will I do when my daughter comes home crying because some 6th grade boy called her fat? What will I say? How do I suggest a healthy alternative to a Twinkie without judging, or hurting feelings, or adding in all of the personal meanings that a suggestion like that would hold for me?
I have given up my disordered eating, for sure. But there is a part of me that knows if things get REALLY bad and I get REALLY fat, I always have it to fall back on.
Messed up, I know.
But I also know that having kids takes that fall back plan out of existence. Kids see, hear, sense and REPEAT everything (if you don't believe me, I'll introduce you to my nephew, Nathan). I know that to lead by example means that I don't get to take the easy way out. And that makes me a little nervous, too.
But in a good way.
So if I don't win the book on her site (because, I seriously never win ANYTHING), I'm going to buy it. And when I'm done, I'm going to make Andrew read it, even if I have to hold him down and paper clip his eyes open.
Because this is a topic far too overlooked in this age of airbrushing and Top Models and Maxim. And it is about time we (men included) started to have a conversation about it.
And because I don't want any daughter of mine (or yours, or anyone) to go through what I(and millions of other women around the globe) did.
Friday, May 01, 2009
So WHAT?
So WHAT if I didn't work out every single day this week like I promised myself I would.
So WHAT if I ate french fries for dinner last night (and half a bottle of wine).
So WHAT if I sometimes don't shower until 5pm (I work from home).
So WHAT if I am sitting in my kitchen without any pants on.
So WHAT if I talk to my cats (and I'm pretty sure that Charlie has an imaginary friend).
So WHAT if it has taken me 4+ months to get 3/4 of the way through Atlas Shrugged (and so WHAT if I don't think its the greatest book I've ever read).
So WHAT if I did all the laundry and then didn't fold it (for over a week).
So WHAT if I forgot my reusable grocery totes when I went to the store (just this ONCE).
So WHAT if I hate emptying the dishwasher.
So WHAT if I drank 3 cups of coffee and still want to take a nap on my lunch break.
I'm not angry. Its just Friday. So I'm giving myself a break. Nobody's perfect.
Happy May Day!
(feel free to add your own "So WHAT's"
So WHAT if I ate french fries for dinner last night (and half a bottle of wine).
So WHAT if I sometimes don't shower until 5pm (I work from home).
So WHAT if I am sitting in my kitchen without any pants on.
So WHAT if I talk to my cats (and I'm pretty sure that Charlie has an imaginary friend).
So WHAT if it has taken me 4+ months to get 3/4 of the way through Atlas Shrugged (and so WHAT if I don't think its the greatest book I've ever read).
So WHAT if I did all the laundry and then didn't fold it (for over a week).
So WHAT if I forgot my reusable grocery totes when I went to the store (just this ONCE).
So WHAT if I hate emptying the dishwasher.
So WHAT if I drank 3 cups of coffee and still want to take a nap on my lunch break.
I'm not angry. Its just Friday. So I'm giving myself a break. Nobody's perfect.
Happy May Day!
(feel free to add your own "So WHAT's"
Monday, April 20, 2009
Trippin'
No, not on drugs! 
This is a health-ish type blog, people!
I'm talking about the things that trip me up from eating right, getting to the gym, being an overall pillar of health and wellness....you know?
SO I'm going to list mine. 'Cuse I'm all about accountability and full disclosure here.
Then maybe those (5) of you who read this can list your things. And then I won't feel so lame. And alone.
Things that make me trip:
1) beer, wine, vodka, gin....(man, I sound like a total alcoholic).
It's not just the empty calories that trip me up here, its the hangovers ( apparently I am not 21 anymore) that make me want to lay in bed all the next day and eat french fries and stay as far away from physical activity as possible.
2) going out to eat.
Usually, going out to eat includes drinking. But aside from that, I am just seriously terrible at making good choices when faced with a menu that includes sweet potato fries, nachos and chicken wings. Sometimes I will get a salad AND one of these things (to make me feel less guilty) but you and I both know which one I eat more of. (DAMN YOU, NACHOS! Nachos make me weak.)
3) the rain.
It makes me want to crawl up on the couch with a book (or re-runs of the Hills).
It's raining today.
4) BBQs.
Potato salad, burgers with billions of fixins, mac and cheese, beer, a table full of desserts...
You get the idea.
5) my job.
I have to travel a lot for my new job. Which is great/exciting. Except that it's usually day trips that have me in a car/train/bus for hours and hours (with no access to even stairs let alone a gym.) By the time I get home, I'm beat. And the last thing I feel like doing is working out. It is challenging (often impossible) to organize work out time around my "real" work schedule.
It is also hard to make good food choices when all you have to pick from is a vending machine and a bagel joint.
I have probably 13 more things that I could list here. But I've made myself feel sufficiently unmotivated for today (see #3).
So what makes you guys "trip?"
This is a health-ish type blog, people!
I'm talking about the things that trip me up from eating right, getting to the gym, being an overall pillar of health and wellness....you know?
SO I'm going to list mine. 'Cuse I'm all about accountability and full disclosure here.
Then maybe those (5) of you who read this can list your things. And then I won't feel so lame. And alone.
Things that make me trip:
1) beer, wine, vodka, gin....(man, I sound like a total alcoholic).
It's not just the empty calories that trip me up here, its the hangovers ( apparently I am not 21 anymore) that make me want to lay in bed all the next day and eat french fries and stay as far away from physical activity as possible.
2) going out to eat.
Usually, going out to eat includes drinking. But aside from that, I am just seriously terrible at making good choices when faced with a menu that includes sweet potato fries, nachos and chicken wings. Sometimes I will get a salad AND one of these things (to make me feel less guilty) but you and I both know which one I eat more of. (DAMN YOU, NACHOS! Nachos make me weak.)
3) the rain.
It makes me want to crawl up on the couch with a book (or re-runs of the Hills).
It's raining today.
4) BBQs.
Potato salad, burgers with billions of fixins, mac and cheese, beer, a table full of desserts...
You get the idea.
5) my job.
I have to travel a lot for my new job. Which is great/exciting. Except that it's usually day trips that have me in a car/train/bus for hours and hours (with no access to even stairs let alone a gym.) By the time I get home, I'm beat. And the last thing I feel like doing is working out. It is challenging (often impossible) to organize work out time around my "real" work schedule.
It is also hard to make good food choices when all you have to pick from is a vending machine and a bagel joint.
I have probably 13 more things that I could list here. But I've made myself feel sufficiently unmotivated for today (see #3).
So what makes you guys "trip?"
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
Gone and Done It
Last week, I shelled out a whole bunch of money on myself.No, not on shoes.
On a personal trainer.
I had a trial workout session with him last week and it was GREAT! Everything was designed for me and the things I want to accomplish. He even took the time to get in touch with my chiropractor before our workout so that he could find out more about my back issues and suggest exercises that would help alleviate some of my back pain, instead of making it worse.
I came home feeling great, but I was hesitant about spending the money.
And then I thought about how I can justify just about everything I spend money on (Examples: I need new tank tops for summer BUT its a good investment because I can also wear them all winter to layer. And, its hard to find a time when all of my friends can be together so dinner out is worth it. And, these shoes will go with my nicer work clothes BUT I can also wear them with jeans and dresses.) Justifying spending money is seriously a piece of cake for me. I do it without even knowing that I'm doing it. (The weird thing is that I'm also really good at talking myself OUT of buying stuff, too. But that's another post.)
So why was I having such a hard time justifying spending money on my health?
The hypocrisy of the situation became too apparent to ignore. So I marched myself back to the gym and slapped down my plastic. Yes, I will probably have to forgo a cute summer sundress or two, or a couple pitchers of margaritas.
But it's (I'm) worth it. Eh?
Thursday, April 02, 2009
Back on the Buggg
Remember this guy? Ahhhh, my old friend, Body Bugg. Oh how I have ignored you sitting there on my nightstand for the past 1.5 months....
Time's up! I gotta get my butt back in gear. I have put back on all but 9 of the original pounds I lost. I'm feeling gross (Yes, I know that "gross" is not actually a feeling), and my clothes are a little tight and I know exactly what's to blame.
Its the little snacking bites of this...and that. And the random glasses of wine. And the "forgetting" to measure food. And the "forgetting" to log it. BUT NO MORE! The weather is getting gorgeous and I have lots of cute Spring clothes in my closet that I bought when I was 10 pounds lighter. And I'll be damned if I'm not getting into them!
No more excuses! I have taken on so many other parts of my life that I'm not satisfied with in the past few months. Everything, it seems, but my weight. That ends now. But I need your help, blog world!
I need accountability!
I need workouts that are different...and fun!
I need to not eat so much cheese!
Think wedding dress. Think wedding dress.....
Wednesday, April 01, 2009
On Why I'm Moving to Utah
Hey-o blog world!
Have you ever considered moving to Utah? Me either. Until a friend of mine went to visit and came back to report that in Utah, she is 5 pounds lighter! Heck yes! I'm guessing it has something to do with altitude, or maybe all that salt they got out there. Either way, I'll take it. Utah's department of tourism should really get on this. I think a good slogan would be, "Utah. Its good for your self esteem."
But I digress.
I am officially registered for the Susan G Komen Race for the Cure. I will be running the 5k. In college, Susan G Komen was my sorority's philanthropy, so its a cause that I have always felt very connected to. Earlier this month, my friend's mom passed away from breast cancer. She was an AMAZINg woman, and she fought the cancer for many years. This race really means a lot to me and I am running on a team in her honor. I have raised almost 20% of my goal so far, but I know that I can do more.
If anyone is feeling generous and wants to support me in my fundraising (and fitness) goals, I would be more than appreciative. Here is the link to my page: Support Becky in Race for the Cure
I've been running about 4 miles every other day to get ready for the race in May. I still need to shave about 7 minutes off my 5k time. Its a lot to do in a month, but I'm confident. I have been advised by my doctors to not run every day, so I've been mixing it up with intervals on the erg, weights and the evil, er, lovely Jillian Michaels. But I know once it gets closer, I'm going to need to be running more than 3-4 days a week. But then I have almost 2 months before my
next 5k, which is in June and is part of a relay triathalon for charity.
I know 5ks may seem wimpy to some of you who run much, much farther, but I haven't actually participated in any kind of athletic competition in about 4 years, so this is a big deal for me. I'm starting small. Then maybe next year I'll take on the Broad Street Run...
Have you ever considered moving to Utah? Me either. Until a friend of mine went to visit and came back to report that in Utah, she is 5 pounds lighter! Heck yes! I'm guessing it has something to do with altitude, or maybe all that salt they got out there. Either way, I'll take it. Utah's department of tourism should really get on this. I think a good slogan would be, "Utah. Its good for your self esteem."
But I digress.
I am officially registered for the Susan G Komen Race for the Cure. I will be running the 5k. In college, Susan G Komen was my sorority's philanthropy, so its a cause that I have always felt very connected to. Earlier this month, my friend's mom passed away from breast cancer. She was an AMAZINg woman, and she fought the cancer for many years. This race really means a lot to me and I am running on a team in her honor. I have raised almost 20% of my goal so far, but I know that I can do more.
If anyone is feeling generous and wants to support me in my fundraising (and fitness) goals, I would be more than appreciative. Here is the link to my page: Support Becky in Race for the Cure
I've been running about 4 miles every other day to get ready for the race in May. I still need to shave about 7 minutes off my 5k time. Its a lot to do in a month, but I'm confident. I have been advised by my doctors to not run every day, so I've been mixing it up with intervals on the erg, weights and the evil, er, lovely Jillian Michaels. But I know once it gets closer, I'm going to need to be running more than 3-4 days a week. But then I have almost 2 months before my
next 5k, which is in June and is part of a relay triathalon for charity.
I know 5ks may seem wimpy to some of you who run much, much farther, but I haven't actually participated in any kind of athletic competition in about 4 years, so this is a big deal for me. I'm starting small. Then maybe next year I'll take on the Broad Street Run...
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Scales, Knees and Arthiritis-OH MY!
Its official, blog world. I am falling apart. And it's only natural. I mean, I DID just turn 29. I'm on the downward slope of my bell curve life.I am really going to set my scale on fire. I got on it yesterday for the first time in a month or so and it read me a number so low, I hadn't seen it on a scale I was standing on since middle school. I immediately began celebrating and feeling awesome about myself (although in the back of my head questioning the validity of the number because I am still not in my skinny jeans and this number would have really let me fit in my skinny jeans).
I had a doctor's appointment in the afternoon, where I was just praying for the validation that my (formerly) evil scale had just given me. Oh but the doctor's scale hates me too. And I am far heavier than I thought. I have gained back all but 10 measly little pounds. And now I am back to being disappointed with myself again. Why, oh why, do we let numbers affect our feelings? (note to self: work on this).
I may have mentioned in my last post about my arthritis. I got diagnosed with it (in my knees) when I was 20. At the time, it was no big deal. I was in college, rowing, running and competing every weekend. Now, at 29, it feels like a death sentence.
When I was first diagnosed, I was given a prescription to manage the pain and inflammation. It made me see black spots. So I stopped taking it and began a years-long dependency to ibuprofen, glucosamine, and ice.
For many many years this worked pretty well. But recently, my knees are having none of it. They are pissed! I came back from a run the other day and they were literally throbbing with pain. Obviously, I am annoyed because this is interfering with my workouts, running and weight loss. But even more than that, I am really concerned. I have seen all of those commercials about people with arthritis, hobbling about. Crying about all the things they can't do. But the people are all at LEAST 60 years old so I never associated myself with having arthritis. But the other day, it became very clear to me that I am now that old person trapped in my 29 year old body. The only difference is, I suffer through the pain because I'm "tough."
I do everything the doctor's recommend to manage the pain and symptoms. And I am frustrated and annoyed with my body. I feel like it's letting me down. I take such good care of it (although this wasn't always the case), and this is the thanks I get?
I want to be able to run around with my kids, not follow them in my wheelchair!
I'm going to start looking into alternative ways to deal with this before my doctor makes me see a specialist and the specialist tells me my options are "suffering" or "surgery." I'll try anything at this point. Bring on the witch doctors!
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Hello, is there anybody out there??
I know that I have said before that I am the WORST blogger EVER, but this time, I really mean it.
I apologize for my absence (if anyone has, in fact, noticed my absence). I started a new job a couple weeks ago and I am now working from home. One would think that this would give me more time to blog but, alas, it has been quite the opposite. My job requires quite a bit more travel than I have been used to, so I've basically been running around like a chicken with my head cut off. In suits. Don't get me wrong, I LOOOOOOOOOOVE my new job (even though it feels incredibly selfish and bizarre to be taking a new job as so many people are getting laid off). But this is, quite literally, my dream job.
On the days when I do get to actually spend a whole day working from home, I have been known to awake at 8:45, pour myself a cup of coffee, and stumble down to my office in the basement-complete with fizzy blanket and space heater. Then I maybe light a candle or two and get to work. Tough work, but someone's gotta do it, eh?
Then there's the weight/fitness/food stuff. I took my Body Bugg off a few weeks back and have been using it sporadically. I was so far under my calorie goals that it was depressing me. Ontop of that, I was having a hard time finding time to log food. I haven't been on the Evil Scale recently, but the last time I was, I was down 20 pounds. Last week was Philly Beer Week (which is Andrew's holy week) so I am SURE that is not the case right now. I must confess that I drank at least two beers a night for 9 consecutive days. Andrew did all 11 days. I still managed to squeeze in some good workouts on four of those days, which I think is mighty impressive considering hangovers and such.
The good news is that its finally nice outside, so I'm back to biking and running outside. I have two 5k's that I am training for: one in May and one as part of a relay triathalon in June. Both are for charity. I did my first official practice 5k yesterday and I need to shave about 8 minutes off my time. Totally do-able. Especially since I plan to get up to 10 miles by the end of the summer (so long as my arthritic knees cooperate). I have slacked off occasionally with my eating, but I am now offically over-informed about the calorie content of most foods so I am very much aware of when I'm "blowing it." Remind me to write a post about Andrew's cheesecake concoction. It has been the delicious cause of my "blowing it" on several occasions.
Mostly, I'm just glad it's Spring! We can finally get out and work on the garden(I mostly just get in the way, but I try) and sweep our street and BIKE and RUN and grill and eat outside! Not to mention all of the cute Spring clothes I have been acquiring... :-)
Happy Spring, everyone!
I apologize for my absence (if anyone has, in fact, noticed my absence). I started a new job a couple weeks ago and I am now working from home. One would think that this would give me more time to blog but, alas, it has been quite the opposite. My job requires quite a bit more travel than I have been used to, so I've basically been running around like a chicken with my head cut off. In suits. Don't get me wrong, I LOOOOOOOOOOVE my new job (even though it feels incredibly selfish and bizarre to be taking a new job as so many people are getting laid off). But this is, quite literally, my dream job.
On the days when I do get to actually spend a whole day working from home, I have been known to awake at 8:45, pour myself a cup of coffee, and stumble down to my office in the basement-complete with fizzy blanket and space heater. Then I maybe light a candle or two and get to work. Tough work, but someone's gotta do it, eh?
Then there's the weight/fitness/food stuff. I took my Body Bugg off a few weeks back and have been using it sporadically. I was so far under my calorie goals that it was depressing me. Ontop of that, I was having a hard time finding time to log food. I haven't been on the Evil Scale recently, but the last time I was, I was down 20 pounds. Last week was Philly Beer Week (which is Andrew's holy week) so I am SURE that is not the case right now. I must confess that I drank at least two beers a night for 9 consecutive days. Andrew did all 11 days. I still managed to squeeze in some good workouts on four of those days, which I think is mighty impressive considering hangovers and such.
The good news is that its finally nice outside, so I'm back to biking and running outside. I have two 5k's that I am training for: one in May and one as part of a relay triathalon in June. Both are for charity. I did my first official practice 5k yesterday and I need to shave about 8 minutes off my time. Totally do-able. Especially since I plan to get up to 10 miles by the end of the summer (so long as my arthritic knees cooperate). I have slacked off occasionally with my eating, but I am now offically over-informed about the calorie content of most foods so I am very much aware of when I'm "blowing it." Remind me to write a post about Andrew's cheesecake concoction. It has been the delicious cause of my "blowing it" on several occasions.
Mostly, I'm just glad it's Spring! We can finally get out and work on the garden(I mostly just get in the way, but I try) and sweep our street and BIKE and RUN and grill and eat outside! Not to mention all of the cute Spring clothes I have been acquiring... :-)
Happy Spring, everyone!
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
I did it all for the homemade lunches
Whenever I tell people that for my new job (which I start in a week) I will be working from home, I always get comments like "oh, I don't know if I'm disciplined enough to do that."
Truth is, I don't know if I'm disciplined enough (yet). I am pretty sure that I will spend most days in my pjs until a most inappropriate hour. There are, obviously, many perks to the idea of working from home: the pjs, the sleeping until the last minute, the ability to work out on my lunch hour, the time to throw in a load of laundry every now and again etc etc.
But BY FAR the BEST perk of working from home is making homemade lunches!! I am SO excited not to have to spend a half hour each morning loading up various gladware containers. And even more glad that I won't have to eat crappy WaWa salads when I forget my gladware containers.
I have another snow day today so I'm working from home again (its good practice). After the gym I made a lunch that played on the ides of a 7 layer dip. I layered a pan with seitan (seasoned with chili powder, cayenne and garlic), black beans, green bell peppers, roasted red peppers, portabella, and tomatoes. I cooked it in the oven at 475 for about 20 minutes to warm it up, dumped some pepper jack cheese ontop and WOWEEE! I ate it with a few tortilla chips. YUM YUM!
Its probably not the healthiest thing ever, but I loaded it up with veggies and seitan is a great healthy meat subsitute. I can;t find the camera or I would post a picture. But trust me, its delish!
I am definitely getting used to this!
Truth is, I don't know if I'm disciplined enough (yet). I am pretty sure that I will spend most days in my pjs until a most inappropriate hour. There are, obviously, many perks to the idea of working from home: the pjs, the sleeping until the last minute, the ability to work out on my lunch hour, the time to throw in a load of laundry every now and again etc etc.
But BY FAR the BEST perk of working from home is making homemade lunches!! I am SO excited not to have to spend a half hour each morning loading up various gladware containers. And even more glad that I won't have to eat crappy WaWa salads when I forget my gladware containers.
I have another snow day today so I'm working from home again (its good practice). After the gym I made a lunch that played on the ides of a 7 layer dip. I layered a pan with seitan (seasoned with chili powder, cayenne and garlic), black beans, green bell peppers, roasted red peppers, portabella, and tomatoes. I cooked it in the oven at 475 for about 20 minutes to warm it up, dumped some pepper jack cheese ontop and WOWEEE! I ate it with a few tortilla chips. YUM YUM!
Its probably not the healthiest thing ever, but I loaded it up with veggies and seitan is a great healthy meat subsitute. I can;t find the camera or I would post a picture. But trust me, its delish!
I am definitely getting used to this!
Monday, February 02, 2009
Back On the Sauce
I ran today for the first time in over a month. I was inspired by the one day of nice weather we had here in Philly today. I would have run outside but the city budget cuts have resulted in our part of the city being completely ignored after the recent snow/ice. So our streets are still death defyingly dangerous to even walk on, let alone run on. But oh man, even on the treadmill, the run was GREAT! It was such a rush, why did I stop running again? I forget...
Anyhow, it was the most amazing run! My stomach muscles are in knots, my shoulders were all tight and my knees were absolutely burning....it was AWESOME! I think I'm over that 30 Day Shred/elliptical phase I was in.
My cardio craze is back on! But this time, I'm really going to make more of an effort to keep mixing in some weight training. Because it really is more effective at burning more calories for a longer period of time. And because it makes me feel really badass.
On the menu tonight: tofu, shrimp and veggie stir fry and tofu squares with homemade plum sauce. Andrew liked the plum sauce so much he asked for more tofu. He's one of those guys who is afraid if he eats too much tofu it will increase his estrogen levels and turn him into a woman so it MUST have been good if he asked for seconds!
Tomorrow is our morning gym day so early to bed for me!
Buenos Noches!
Anyhow, it was the most amazing run! My stomach muscles are in knots, my shoulders were all tight and my knees were absolutely burning....it was AWESOME! I think I'm over that 30 Day Shred/elliptical phase I was in.
My cardio craze is back on! But this time, I'm really going to make more of an effort to keep mixing in some weight training. Because it really is more effective at burning more calories for a longer period of time. And because it makes me feel really badass.
On the menu tonight: tofu, shrimp and veggie stir fry and tofu squares with homemade plum sauce. Andrew liked the plum sauce so much he asked for more tofu. He's one of those guys who is afraid if he eats too much tofu it will increase his estrogen levels and turn him into a woman so it MUST have been good if he asked for seconds!
Tomorrow is our morning gym day so early to bed for me!
Buenos Noches!
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