Thursday, December 1, 2011

Back to Basics

Sometimes when I "check out" (from this blog, from my fitness journey, from the things that keep me grounded) it's because I'm feeling too overwhelmed. And a lot of time that feeling of overwhelm looks and feels like failure. Being up about 5 lbs from this post feels like failure. It's me heading in the wrong direction. But all of that sort of thinking only gets me more of the same.

This morning I woke up feeling really foggy. As if something was off but I just couldn't put my finger on it. I just lay there wallowing for about 10 minutes. The furthest thing from my mind was the Morning Kindness I promised myself I would practice.

But after about 10 minutes or so I slipped out of bed (attempting not to wake the world's cutest puppy). I was going on a walk. I dug out some workout clothes. Found my running shoes. Almost had the walk thwarted by tangled/ broken headphones. Finally after a whole bunch of zig zagging around the house that included grabbing my keys, searching for my other set of headphones, finding a shirt that fit better; I declared "Enough. I have to keep this simple. I know how to go on a walk." So out I went, sans pedometer, sans music, sans a real plan. And let me tell you it was lovely!

I walked for about 30 minutes or so, but I'm not exactly sure because I didn't officially time it. I walked briskly, but didn't push myself to run. I picked a place I'd walk to, but turned around a bit before that place and declared that decision okay too. It felt good to be moving.

Today was not about a specific goal. Instead it was about getting back to basics. I need those reminders of the things I can do to serve as a push (or even just a gentle nudge) forward. So in honor of "back to basics," I reminded myself of a few things I definitely know how to do and most certainly can do.

1) I can go on a walk!
Even if it's short. Even if I can't find my headphones. Even if I don't have my pedometer. I can lace up my shoes and go for a walk.

2) I can drink water.
When I got back from the walk I had a big glass of water and my body thanked me.

3) I can cook food at home (that even includes vegetables).
This morning, instead of grabbing a muffin from the coffee shop, I made some scrambled eggs, with spinach and 1 slice of pepper jack cheese in a small multigrain tortilla.

4) I can record the food I eat.
Even if I don't always say no to my Starbucks chai, I can still be sure to write it down.

Any of those 4 things listed above sound revolutionary? No, not really. But getting back to basics is exactly what I needed this morning.

I didn't bring my camera with me on my walk, so no pics to commemorate today's sunshine. I did however take a picture of a really cute puppy. So just for fun a pic of me and my little Taddie, right after today's walk.

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Food coma lifted

I was in charge of the Green Bean casserole, the Sweet Potato puff and the Turkey!!! Wowsa! I figured with all of that cooking, no one would really notice I ran out of marshmallows for the puff (pictured above).

Thanksgiving has always been my favorite holiday. Not because of it's complicated, romanticized history and origins. I love Thanksgiving because it almost always means my family is in the room together, eating good food, laughing and watching the Twilight Zone marathon. (Netflix subscribers note: The Twilight Zone is now available for instant viewing!) This holiday was no exception and I had a lovely day, made even more special by the fact I am now living so close to my family.

I was realizing today (about the same time that my food coma lifted) I haven't posted in a while. I've checked out a bit. Not really exercising or eating balanced meals or drinking enough water or pausing enough to even remember I have goals. I think that checking out looks a lot like giving up. I've posted about giving up before, but this time feels a little different. With so many changes in my life I have been able to see more clearly what is working and what isn't. I think moving does that to you. You get to see what things seem the same no matter where you are living.

But for today though, my food coma and family time laughter highs are moving me through the post-holiday funk I could fall in to. Today I feel happy for reunions and puppies and leftovers, oh my!

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Moving miscellany

What do a binder clip, a ped, a dried flower, and a paper towel have in common?

Don't feel too bad if you're stumped because I was too. But even more questions came up for me: why did I pack a paper towel? How did these 4 items end up in a box together? Anyone else get a little loopy towards the end of packing and just start throwing things in to random boxes?

I've been working hard these last 3 weeks, unpacking, rearranging, making trips to Target. I still have a looong way to go, but I'm being patient with the process (most of the time). Packing is big, and unpacking is bigger. Fortunately, I've had some help-- professional organizer Autumn (of Space for Living) has come to hang out and help get me unstuck. Remember how terrifyingly stuffed our storage room was in SF? Yup, Autumn came to the rescue there too (and proved that no job is too big!). I'll keep ya posted on the house getting hot project!

In other "new neighborhood/I just moved" news, I think I found a yoga studio that could be a great fit! I'll keep you posted on that too.

Monday, October 10, 2011

Kicking some assssphalt

No better way to start off your time in a new city than cheering on the locals in a half marathon, right?

Wait. No, if I had run the half marathon that would have been better. But I haven't been training since my race a few months ago, so I figured I should just stay on the sidelines this time around.

My sign was a favorite among runners (it helps that I was standing a mile away from the finish line). Tons of folks smiled, laughed, took pictures of the sign, and gave me a thumbs up. I would love to take credit for this wittiness, but it's actually the sign I saw at mile 10 of my race. It was my favorite, so I had to spread the love.

Speaking of my race... I finally checked out the pics posted on the results page. I have some cheesy grins in most of the frames, since every time I saw the camera I struck a pose. But there were a few candid shots. I snabbed this one below from the site (complete with the big 'ol "proof" right across my gams). I was blinking, but the smile from crossing the finish line is genuine.

Friday, October 7, 2011

Ready for random?

I'm up to my neck in moving boxes (literally). Towards the end there I just got mega exhausted and started shoving things in to any empty box. That seems like a good idea at the time, until you arrive in your new home and you realize half the boxes are not accurately labeled or even labeled at all. Why would I pack my flip flops with spare parts to my bike? Hmmm... makes no sense and has me running from room to room attempting some sense of order.

But, because I need a little mental break from all things packing. I thought I'd share this. Ready?

I saw this Dooney & Bourke bag featured in the September 2011 issue of Real Simple magazine and was so smitten I had to head to their website.

Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would covet a bag that cost $350.00. But it's just so purrrty!

I don't consider myself a "fashionista" and I certainly don't find myself daydreaming about purses. But anyone can change right? So for now, I'm picturing myself doing fabulous errands while rocking my fabulous Dooney & Bourke. In my daydream, I don't even question how I got the $350.00 to buy the bag, or how I assuaged my guilt at making such an extravagant purchase. In daydreams you just get to enjoy it!

P.S. I do wonder though why I'm doing errands in my daydream? Why can't I be exploring the latest exhibit at the Getty, or brunching with friends? Hmmm....

Vogue image found here.

Thursday, October 6, 2011

A different kind of moving.

I got super sentimental about leaving my room. And leaving San Francisco. I am so grateful for that city for scooping me up and being home for 4 years.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

A weekend getaway

I'm just back from a deliciously decadent weekend with a few girlfriends.

Good food, excellent company, beautiful scenery, plus hot tub= bliss. And on top of all that, we got in a fantastic workout with a 6 mile hike! But first we ate pie.

I know I'm a grown up, but little mini vacations like this do make me feel very adult. You mean I can just plan an excursion with friends... and go?

Of course, there are a ton of factors allowing that "and just go" to happen: saving up for it, lots of logistic organizing, shopping and planning meals, a friend giving my dog tons of tlc while I'm away, etc, etc... But once I'm there and relaxing, I like to forget about all of those to dos and just enjoy the moment.

Yup, that's right, Star magazine crossword-- in pen.

This particular weekend was to celebrate a good friend, so the planning that went in to the weekend was extra fun because we got to scheme and think up fun ways to pamper one of our favorite people.

We knew that in addition to plenty of tlc, we wanted to get a chance to enjoy the outdoors. We chose our hiking spot with a little research on the morning of. Finding a spot to explore was not very difficult at all, and it was a good reminder that hiking can be accessible. (I often get intimidated by the prospect of finding new hiking spots or doing other outdoorsy things.)

A friend glanced through a few books, and another friend hopped on the internet. Soon we had narrowed our choice down to a local state park that seemed to have a few good options. We opted for a 6ish mile hike that was labeled as "moderate". After a couple of wrong turns, we found the trailhead and started out our adventure.

Look ma, I'm hiking!
We took plenty of snack and water breaks, and pointed out various sightings to each other.
As we looped back to our starting spot, we came across an open area full of downy-looking ferns. Some of the ferns looked like they had little red berries on the top.
But as we came closer we realized they were ladybugs!

I can't imagine another type of insect that we'd ooh and ahh over for as long as we did. Other hikers walking past, stopped to view this little magical world with us. I had never seen clusters of ladybugs before. There were just so many of them! Occasionally one would land on us or fly up into the air, for the most part though they didn't seem to notice us.

Seriously, I have so many pictures of these ladybugs (and even a little video of their antics). I'll spare you though since I know they are still bugs. But trust me, there were thousands of them.

The trees kept most of the hike blanketed in silence, but occasionally we'd hear a bird or a little creek.

Post hike we headed back to the house for some more relaxing, including a viewing of Chocolat, one of my all time favorite movies. Seriously, Johnny Depp, how do you do what you do?

Now I'm back home, with boxes eagerly awaiting to be packed. The weekend was just enough of a recharge that I'll hopefully be able to power through even the stickiest packing moment.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Morning kindness

I've noticed a tendency to be super critical of myself in the morning.
I pass that mirror and the first things I notice sound pretty harsh: What blemish decided to say hello today? Why is my nose so dry in the morning? Maybe that saleswoman at Origins was right and I should have sprung for the wrinkle cream?

Today, without even thinking about it, I tried something different.
I was looking in the mirror with a critical voice blaring in my ear and suddenly I found a pause button:
Hi self! Good morning. I see kindness in my eyes. I feel well rested. My curly hair is on a mission to be wild this morning.

Then before I knew it, I was smiling. Starting the day with gratitude felt so much better!
The critical voice is pretty well automated by now, but I like the idea of putting it on pause.

Monday, September 12, 2011

Advice I'm ignoring

A few years ago I borrowed a book called "Simplify your Life" by Elaine St. James. Though I know there were some gems in the book, I don't remember too much of it (and in fact I currently own several books with that same title). I do remember this tip: Keep your Plants Outdoors.

I remember it because I love having plants indoors.

And they've actually served as a barometer for what's going on with me, as demonstrated by a post over at bethanymoves (my on hiatus blog). This post was called Transparency. I wrote it 2 years ago, June. I shared pics of my sad, dry little plants. I also felt sad. And hadn't really noticed the plants current state until I saw them as a mirror for how I was feeling inside.

It actually hurts a little to look at these pictures. Not just because my plants were in such a sad state, but also because I remember how much my heart was hurting when I took these pictures.

I wish I'd shared another pic of how my plants were doing as I healed. The plants have bloomed, multiplied and been such a joy to me. Is it strange that plants seem to keep you company? Not in the same way as a friend over for wine and sharing, but in a fill your house with another layer of richness sort of way.
This pic was actually taken to show some of Autumn's organizing magic. But since it shows my happy little plants, I thought I'd include it.

And my mint! That I used for my cooking I posted about here. (I'm glad mint is so resilient. It doesn't currently look like this but I have faith it'll spring back.)

Last weekend, I took a trip down to the LBC with my friend and soon to be roomie. I decided to take my plants down so there wasn't a chance they'd get jostled on moving day or shoved about amidst boxes. I didn't anticipate I'd miss them though! My house is plant-less and I feel it!

I think this calls for a walk in a garden.

Is the vote still out in your house? Indoor plants or no? Any other urban city dwellers that just don't have their own outside areas to plant in? I think one day I'll have an outdoor garden, but til then I'm content with my little indoor one.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Tickled pink (

There hasn't been too much movement/ aka weight loss progress since my Half-Marathon. Is my scale broken? Does this number seem familiar to anyone else?

Still, I do feel like I've been moving forward.
So what have I been up to? Ready for a hint?

It's a different type of movement...

Yup, that's right. I'm moving. From lovely, beautiful San Francisco. I'm heading down south to Long Beach. In some ways it's bittersweet, but as much as I love San Francisco, I am excited to be closer to my family.

Moving is overwhelming no matter how you look at it. Lately I seem to be acquiring a whole lot of boxes and even more to-do lists.

That's why today, I made a tickler file. I read David Allen's, Getting Things Done and though I'd heard of a tickler File before, I was reminded of how much this system could help make sense of the moving madness. Check out Space For Living's review of Getting Things Done here.

A tickler file is a system of 43 folders. 12 that are labeled for January-December, and 31 that are labeled 1-31, one for each day of the month. Since I'm focused on the next few weeks in particular, this file was set up with special emphasis on today (Sept 8th) through the beginning of October.

My to-do lists have been kind of random; everything from get more boxes, to use up perishable food in the fridge, to fix my necklace.

Why would I be worrying about a necklace while I'm trying to move? Well, in the grand scheme of things it's not a mega priority, but my friend designs jewelry and I'll see her for lunch next week, so I want to remember to bring it with me. But, since I'm also packing and getting organized and moving things around, I was worried there would be a chance my regular holding places for to-do's would be shuffled, overstuffed, packed, etc. The tickler file will allow me to have a holding place for all sorts of things I want to grab and reference over the next couple of weeks.

That different colored folder in the back contains supplies for a little birthday present I want to make for a friend in a few weeks. I stuck it next to the file for the day I plan to make and mail it. Ah, organizing. Now, I just need to remember to actually reference the file every day. That's the only way a tickler file is actually helpful.

So, yeah, not a ton of movement scale wise, but this whole "B Getting Hot" adventure is more than that. Right? And calming the chaos is certainly an important step.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Hello there August! I finished a half marathon!

Hello there half marathon.
Hello little healed muscles.
Hello there dear sweet neglected blog.

I did it!
All 13.1 miles of it.

Here I pause to breathe a little deeper, and share the story of my July 31, 2011, half-marathon adventure!

It's true, I did complete a half marathon once before. Detailed here. So I suppose I went into this race knowing that it was possible.
But this one felt different. I had actually done (at least a little) training. And I was feeling really nervous for this race. Maybe because my training had totally been neglected. Or it might have been because for my first race I had my Autumn with me. She and her dad ran the race and even though we didn't run it together, I still knew I'd have her at the finish line cheering me on.

This race though, I'd be all on my lonesome. Coleen, my good friend (and reason I signed up for this race) got the flu! Talk about bummer! I know she was so disappointed that after all of that waiting and anticipating, she'd be sidelined. I missed you Coleen!

I woke up to some pre-race encouragement a la blueberry muffins from my roomie!

I'll be honest, there was just one moment pre-race when I actually did think about backing out. But as soon as I got to the race expo and saw all those... runners... I knew I was in. That is until I didn't have a race bib number.

Coleen had received an email confirming her bib number and wave start time. I hadn't.
Once in the expo, I found a helpful looking volunteer that directed me to some computers where I could look up my bib number and sign a waiver. Turns out they did have my name in the system, assigned to bib... zero.

The volunteer then directed me to the "solutions station". A group of stanchions to weave the line through, and tables to direct our questions to. An overwhelmed, but friendly, woman looked up my information and declared that yes, I was assigned to zero, but only as a place holder. She handed me a bib and a waiver form to sign. I didn't have an attachment to some other bib number, but I was bummed I wouldn't have my "B getting Hot" personalized bib as I'd expected.

I got my bag (empty), my safety pins (for bib pinning), and my shirt (Mens XXL- yet still inexplicably small and too fitted for comfort). Then I went over to the info table to find out what exactly the "Wave 1" meant. Can you tell I'm a rookie?

The man, Joe, at the info table asked me without hesitation, "Really? Wave 1." He explained that my wave assignment meant I was in the "Elite" category. As in elite, elite. The people flown in and paid to run this race. He walked me through the map and my list of prep for the morning. Apparently the only way he thought I'd be put in elite would be if I'd miscalculated my finish time. But I really hadn't. It was all a fluke. But really? Elite? As if I wasn't nervous enough! After consulting with a few runner friends, it became clear that I should not run with Wave 1. That's right, I'm a rookie and didn't even know what a "wave" was. According to official race rules you can start in a later wave without a problem.

As I walked out of the expo, everyone's bag seemed so full. Did I miss something? Was I supposed to pick up something other than my bib and shirt and map? I asked a woman with a particularly full looking bag, but she said I was fine, she'd bought a bunch at the expo.

That night I tried to relax, knowing that my roomie had graciously offered to drive me to the start line, and that I had my chip, my bib, my shoes, etc. Still I was SO nervous!

My attempts at pre-race self-portraits

I was up (30 minutes later than I'd anticipated thanks to my propensity to push the snooze button). I made oatmeal, drank some coffee (only a little), some water and snacks. I made sure I had all my gear and then I woke up my roomie. We made it about 10 blocks from the start line, even though the map indicated we could get closer. I walked the rest of the 10 blocks, declaring this walk my warm up. As I approached I saw groups of runners, huddled together near heat lamps, waiting in line for the bathroom, and doing all sorts of stretches. The wave signs beckoned and I walked over to Wave 1, just to check it out. The wave 1 elite runners were running faster for a warm up than I have ever run in my life! I knew I'd be starting later, but it was pretty amazing to check out these pro-athletes. A very very fit girl eyed my "wave 1" bib suspiciously and I resisted the urge to explain that I hadn't miscalculated my finish time, but instead it was a fluke in the system. I stretched, tried to look friendly, and took a lot of deep breaths.
See how they have all the elite folks in their own little section?!

They started wave 1 folks, and we all cheered as they rocketed across the start line.

Then I watched wave 2 and 3 begin the run. As wave 4 started I knew I just needed to start (though wave 5, the last wave, had been my original intention). I was too wiggly and anxious to wait even another minute. And so, I began running. The guys next to me looked at each other and declared, "Alright buddy, here we go, this is what we're doing for the next 2 hours." I smiled, but thought wow, I'm doing this for the next 4 hours. I found someone going close to my pace to run near, but passed her when she stopped to stretch. Then I found the one; a girl wearing all neon and bright rainbow socks. I knew I'd be able to find her even if she got ahead of me. But after a mile or so, she stopped too and since I still wanted to run, I just kept going.

The first 7 miles were through Golden Gate park. You'd think I would be excited about it, but after a while even the beautiful park felt claustrophobic. I overheard a man say, "does this park ever end?" And then just like that, we were out, onto Haight street. The same run I'd done here. We ran down Haight, past the landmarks and tourist destinations, through the Mission, Potrero, dog patch, and then finally, the Embarcadero! I'll admit, I hadn't really studied the map. I did know though, that as soon as I got to the Embarcadero, I'd only have about 3 miles left.

My favorite sign during the race: "Your feet hurt because you are kicking so much ass-phalt!" Haha

Why are the last 3 miles the hardest? At that point the thrill is definitely gone, the feet are hurting, and the body is exhausted. I hadn't run the whole thing. Not by a long shot. I ran the first 1.5 miles and then ran and walked it, little by little, mile after mile. I hadn't gone in with a set pace, but after the first 2 miles, I had decided I wanted to keep about 15 minutes a mile. If I could do that for the first 7 miles, then I would be able to just walk the last 6 miles if I really needed to and still finish under 4 hours. Four hours was significant to me because anything over that and I think they'd come by and scoop me up.

Mile 10, mile 11, mile 12. I was so close. As I approached mile 12 though I saw this group of folks cheering loudly, bottles in hand. Throughout the course there were several groups with kegs or shots being handed out to runners. Of course this was unofficial and not an actual part of the race. I'd avoided these tempting treats, I was an official wave 1 elite runner after all. But by mile 12, geez, this woman, with her devil horns, boa and bottle of bourbon... As soon as a woman behind me shouted out "heck yeah!" and ran towards the bottle, I followed. One large shot later... I came to my senses. Did I really just take a shot of alcohol at mile 12? Really? I mean really? I spent the next 1/2 a mile feeling queasy and apologizing to my body. "You've done SO much for me body, got me through 12 and 1/2 miles. I'm so sorry. Ugh... bourbon... ugh...."

As the finish line approached and I avoided barfing, I re-focused. I could do this. (I should add here that throughout the race, there were these little signs with SF trivia throughout the race and also inspirational quotes. One in particular by Mohammad Ali totally inspired me and included the phrase "I believe in me". I said that to myself mile after mile, even post bourbon).

Then, just like that, I could see it! I could see the finish line! I ran across it with so much gratitude and relief! I did it!

The training program had a post-race hospitality tent with food and a barista making us espressos, yum! I even got this active release technique massage for my sore hip (it totally saved me).

Then like a knight in shining armor, my roommate (did I mention how much I appreciate her?) came and picked up my exhausted self. I went home, napped and woke up realizing I was done! I'd really done it.

So, here's the thing. I did it, but I wonder what it would have been like if I had really really trained. It's worth it to find out, that's what I think. So here a week and a half later, my tired muscles have recouped and the only evidence of the race is my bib and a tiny bit of a tweaky ankle (at one point I thought I was getting a blister, so I think I overcompensated by walking on that foot a little unbalanced.)

Goal accomplished! And it's true, I do feel proud of me!

Onto the next? Anyone else tackling big goals? Is pre-race nervousness a "normal" thing? Seriously I had the jitters for real!

Saturday, July 30, 2011

13.1 miles here I come.

I have a 1,001 things I want to share, but I'm just so wiggly. I can only manage this: tomorrow is the big day. 13.1 miles.
Due to virtually no training the last couple of months, I will be walking 90% of it. But I feel good about that. Early to bed tonight, and early to rise in the morning.
Wish me luck!

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

It went something like this...

So the last week has gone something like this.

Start off day with fiercely fabulous eating overhaul breakfast. Usually yogurt and berries and a cup of black tea. Have fruit about 2 hours later. Have a giant and equally fabulous salad for lunch. And then about dinner time I ate right on target for half of the days. The other 4 days... Well, no gold stars for me. And a burger and fries were definitely not mentioned anywhere in "The Fat Smash diet".

But I did actually feel better overall. And the cold that was creeping up on me did get me, but not nearly as bad thanks to my ginger tea and veggie overload.

I had the very noble intention of blogging about each day. But since I didn't, let me say now that though I am not going to keep up quite that same rigorous (and sugar free) plan; there was something mega exhilarating about buying and actually using fresh fruit and vegetables. It was the first time I didn't have any spoil on me!

That was last week.... It's way too easy to let those new habits slip. Meaning I have a way too ripe cantaloupe on my kitchen counter, and 4 bananas that might be smoothie worthy but are too ripe for lunch. And even a couple of zucchini that I think I just have to say goodbye to.

Tonight I have a plan to give the fridge a clean sweep and hit the store (after breakfast) for some fresh fruits and veggies.

Anyone else feeling kind of lousy about the best of intentions? C'mon whine with me!

Monday, July 11, 2011

View from my Monday night

Two quick screen shots from my current view.
I'm watching that show Extreme Makeover: Weight Loss Edition.
Wow! Wow!

A year of transformation. So far it's intense and it's only 7 minutes in.
Looking forward to reporting back on how the last few days have been going on my eating overhaul.

Have you seen this show? What do you think of it?

Thursday, July 7, 2011

A (minus) for effort!

Yup! Day one-- Check!

One of the keys of an eating overhaul, is actually having food to eat.
Knowing I had very little of "on plan" food (though loads of other delicious eats thanks to my coupon filled haul) I started my new grocery list.

In the am, around the time of this post here, I'd had my black tea, but that was it.
So right after posting about the 9-day eating overhaul, I fixed 3 egg whites with spinach and bell peppers (they were the frozen kind so super easy to heat up and toss in).

Sounds pretty good right? It was except that there wasn't much flavor. And I'm used to dousing my eggs with some delicious hot sauce or something. After a few bites I gave in, but only a smidge. I put a little less than a teaspoon of Sriracha hot sauce on the eggs. It has some sugar in it and chili peppers, so it was no where close to being on plan, but it totally helped. My spice skills feel pretty limited when it comes to using spices to jazz up the flavor of a meal. Recommendations happily accepted!

Feeling fueled, I did some work and then ducked out to Trader Joe's. I loaded up my cart with veggies and fruit, including a banana I scarfed in the car before I left the parking lot. Yup gotta plan out my timing of meals better.

The grocery haul

On the lunch menu was a mondo salad with lettuce, broccoli slaw (I saw it in someone else's cart and it looked good), red onions, carrots, and tomatoes. And... dressing. Darn you trader joes and your delicious dressing. Also not on plan-- a cranberry-walnut-gorgonzola dressing that is so tasty I just about licked my bowl. But I only used a little.

Oops! Didn't snap a pic til I was halfway through with the salad.
I made the salad while hanging out at a friends house. I'm auntie to that adorable pug chilling out
in the background of the pic.

Dinner was alas also a bit off. I thought for sure I had brown rice at home, but it was white rice. Not up for another trip to the store, I went with it. A little rice, zucchini and diced tomatoes and onion.

After dinner, my "I think I might be getting a cold tea" to give my body a little boost. Garlic and ginger anyone?

Oh right, the cheese.... So I convinced myself that lactose free yogurt pepperjack cheese, while not exactly on plan is much closer than the sharp cheddar I wanted to devour. I had 2 slices of that.

Maybe I'm being mega lenient with the A-. Perhaps these "little off plan" additions would nudge me towards the C category? But actually I feel really pleased with my day o' eating. More veggies than I had in a week, very little sugar, no alcohol, much more water than I'm used to. Though I still feel under the weather thanks to this cold trying to creep in, I am mega pleased with my food for the day.

Not many pics of the food. I'll try to remember to take more.

P.S. Just received last minute invite to BBQ this weekend. Happy because I love a good BBQ (who doesn't) but nervous about what I'll actually eat.

Sriracha pic found here, along with a review too!

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Dusting it off

When my dear friend Coleen (aka the busiest person I know) makes a comment about my lack of blogging, I know its true. The fact that she has taken the time to check out my blog and even reach out to give me a little nudge means a lot to me.

I've actually been getting quite a few nudges from folks I love-- I've needed them.

Mostly I've been pretty checked out of my goals. I've been eating what I want, drinking what I want, and my exercise sessions have been few and far between. As a result, I've been feeling... not so hot. Yes, the half marathon is still at the end of this month (eeeek).

So in an effort to find the reset button, I decided to hop on the scale this morning. The title of this post describes that adventure, because I literally had to dust off the scale. As in grab a cloth and wipe off a layer of dust.

But despite my fear of what the scale might read, I stepped on anyway.

I already knew there had been a gain, but wasn't sure of how much.
Okay, here we go. A 7-pound gain.

Now the next step is figuring out what to do about that. Mostly I just want to feel better. More present in my body, more energetic and generally less unmotivated. So when I think about the ultimate body reset, I think of Dr. Ian. There are tons of options out there, but since Dr. Ian's plan is the only one I've ever actually followed with success (for 9 days) I knew I needed to go back to it. I wrote all about the details of the book here and here; the last time I decided to attempt this reset.

The main things I'm adding (or rather subtracting): alcohol (this is a big one of me, since I definitely enjoy my glass of wine when cooking or a beer in this summer weather), coffee (my chai!!!), cheese, sugar.

For 9 days my menu will include:
-All fruits in any quantity
-All vegetables in any quantity, except: no white potatoes or avocados
-Good sources of protein: chickpeas, beans, tofu, lentils
-Brown rice- 2 cups of cooked rice per day
-2 cups of low-fat or skim or soy milk per day
-As much water as you like!
-Oatmeal- 1 c. per day
-All herbs and spices
-6 oz. low-fat yogurt (2 times per day)
-4 egg whites per day
-2 cups of herbal tea per day

I do make a tiny change to the plan and drink black tea. Which still has caffeine. Since I'm such a coffee drinker, I know that if I just totally quit coffee I'd probably not have the patience to quit the things like alcohol and sugar (It's only this strict for 9 days). After that, you add in meats and a bit of dairy. But I'm not even thinking of that right now. For now, I'm just focusing on day one. Okay, meal one. It's already 10 am and I haven't yet actually eaten anything. I did make my black tea though.

I'll report back soon!

Friday, June 3, 2011


A red party cup can only mean one thing, right?
Fraternity party? Keg stands? Nope... none of the above. It's Jack Lalanne juicer time!

Autumn bought the juicer in preparation for an upcoming health adventure. Since I'm visiting, that means I get to sample my very first "juiced" concoction. This particular one was carrots, oranges and half a Meyer lemon I picked off my friends lemon tree.

A few things I can share:
1) I was frightened to drink this. It looked like orange juice but I knew it wasn't.
2) I already knew going in that I do not like carrot juice. Carrot sticks dipped in hummus, yes, carrots in liquid form, no.
3) Her daughters were excited for it, even going so far as to take a huge gulp and say, "Look a mustache" (you know like a milk mustache, but it was a juice mustache).
4) I've never drank juiced... anything. I mean out of the carton yes, but to watch it transformed in front of me? Nope.

Report back:
Aw man... it was delicious. What am I a juice convert now? I actually want another cup of it.

What about you? Have you juiced anything lately?

Juicer pic found here