Hello! I’m back from my death bed. I didn’t mean to go all MIA the last 10 days or so, but when I was traveling last week I came down with a doozy of a bug. Turns out it was strep. A really, really nasty case of strep that moved to my ears. So I’ve been spending the last week either sleeping or taking what meager drugs I can take to make the bad man stop and go back to sleep. My family has been wonderful through my convalescence. Hulk made some dutiful husband runs for chicken soup and flavored sparkling water, while our au pair did some double time with Squish, taking over bedtime and other activities I couldn’t perform over the weekend due since I was highly contagious. So I was allowed to sleep about 14 hours a day without any other worries to distract me besides getting well.

In other news, I forced myself to eat sardines for lunch. I figured part of my illness was probably due to the fact that healthy eating has taking a bit of a back seat lately. Feeling morning sickness, fatigue pushing out my normal food prep activities, and the crazy travel schedule this month meant I was grabbing more of the less-healthy convenience stuff and less of the labor-intensive good stuff. So I considered my illness a wakeup call to refocus on the important stuff. Dirty floors can wait; a dirty diet cannot!

One of the things my doctor recommended is to lighten up on my tuna intake. Whaaat?!? You don’t get it; I love tuna. I eat it almost every day, in particular I love the Wild Planet brand tuna in olive oil, because it’s delicious, focuses on sustainable practice, and has a pop-top lid so you don’t need a can opener to indulge. But in reading about fish safety and sustainability, it’s really important to watch your mercury intake while pregnant. And tuna, although not terribly bad on the “dirty” scale, still can contain high levels of mercury and should be eaten in moderation. I’m a bit heartbroken by this feedback, but I should see it as a challenge and opportunity rather than a brick wall, right? And I’ve been meaning to eat more sardines, since they are “clean“, don’t pose a mercury risk, and are highly sustainable.

The problem? My squeamish American palate. They’re yucky! All the skin and tiny bones and stuff, I can’t handle it, man. But, I need to put on my big girl pants and deal with it. I perused Pinterest for inspiration on how to incorporate sardines so I can’t tell I’m eating them, like a stepping stone. It’s how I slowly weaned myself into eating avocados and olives, too. But everything was like, “dump this sauce on them” or “put them on greens” and I’m like, I still know I’m eating sardines so this isn’t working for me.

Then I found these Wild Planet sardines in marinara sauce. That seemed promising.

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It took me a few weeks to work out the courage to say, “I’m eating these blankety-blanks today!” Then I had to figure out how to dress them up. I’m not at the point yet where I can take a fork to a tin and go to town.

I didn’t take picture of my concoction because they looked horrendous, but I assure you it was tasty enough that I could put the whole thing down. I figured what I would normally do with marinara is put it on pasta. So I made some spaghetti, and heated up the sardines in the marinara and broke them up into a meat sauce. Then I drowned the whole thing in butter and mozzarella cheese. It was like spaghetti bolognese with fish instead of beef. Squish was around when I started eating my experiment, and he demand multiple tastes of it. So it worked.

And that is the story on how I ate a tin of sardines today.

Easter Festivus

Really this post should be titled, “How I Ate All the Things.”

We survived yet another family holiday. After realizing that I had boiled all of our eggs for egg dying and didn’t have any to make the egg casserole for Easter brunch, I set foot out into the city to try and find a store that was a) open and b) had eggs left. Three stores later, I ended up at a 7-11 to score the last dozen of mostly-intact eggs. This is when planning ahead would have been nice.

When I returned from my shopping expedition, Squish was up and we checked out the goodies the Easter Bunny left him.


The Easter Bunny was going to fill the eggs with jelly beans, but at the last minute decided to put in coins instead. But that’s okay; he still received his annual allotment of Blue Dye #2.


Peeps on a stick! Who knew?

Brunch turned out awesome despite my last-minute running around for ingredients. We had egg bake with bacon, cheese, and green onion, fruit salad, and some pastries I picked up from the bakery around the corner. On the fancy china, of course.


Then we enjoyed the awesome weather San Francisco was having. My folks took Squish up to the roof to get his bike riding on while Hulk and I lounged by the pool. Then it was time to head to my sister’s place for Easter dinner. We got cleaned up,

I can bring my bike, right?

And headed North to Napa, where mimosas and piles of deliciousness awaited us.


Amanda even got me sparkling white grape juice for my mimosas! Didn’t even miss the real thing.

Then we ate. And ate. And ate. And Squish found some hidden eggs so he mostly ate chocolate.


I think it was pork tenderloin stuffed with some spinach stuff and topped with cumberland sauce, asparagus, beet and goat cheese tartine, and homemade fresh-baked bread! Nom.

And then we rolled home.


Week 8

I’m just going to throw it out there, I am super excited for Easter! My whole family is in town, and we have big plans for brunch, maybe parade, and lots of egg hunting!

But in the meantime, a baby update! I’m at the point where the pregnancy is starting to kick my ass. Lots of fatigue, and lots of pukey pukeyness. I went to my first prenatal appointment last Saturday, and everything checks out great. She scheduled me for an ultrasound on Monday to look at some things, and we got to see the little peanut close-up! I hadn’t had an ultrasound that early before, it was cool to see the little heart beating and the little arms and legs twitching. Hulk joined me for it, and it was so cute to see him get excited as the technician pointed things out.

Belly Pics

My pants are getting snug, but I’m not sure if it’s because of baby or just too much food. One of these days I’ll add a belly pic, as soon as I can either find a full-length mirror or sucker Hulk into taking one for me.


My cravings have not been too crazy. It feels like normal. Once in a while I’ll want something out-of-the-ordinary, like bean and cheese burritos. But I’m still liking lots of fresh fruit and veggies. I had some jicama the other day and thought I’d died and gone to fresh veggie heaven it was so good.


There are definitely things that don’t sound great right now, but I can still eat them. Chicken breast, avocado, and sometimes eggs don’t sound good, but I still put them down okay.


Ugh. Is it nap time yet? Usually I can make it to about 7 pm, then I’m done. Last night, despite my whole family being over and visiting, I just couldn’t keep up anymore and went to bed just before 8:00. Slept like a baby, though!

Morning Sickness:

Holy puke pukerson, Batman! Nausea spiked from a 4 to, like, an 11 this week. (“Our amps go to 11”? Anyone?) eating helps for sure, so I need to throw food down every few hours. If I get dehydrated or my stomach gets too empty, it’s a trip to the bathroom for me, that’s for sure.

Other Symptoms:

Bathroom breaks: still happening frequently, especially with all the water I’m trying to put down.

Sore boobs: still achy

Light cramping: this is happening less now, so I guess that’s good.

Heartburn/Indigestion: I just bought a Costco-sized box of Tums, so I should be good for a week or two.


Weight gain: still not sure, but my pants don’t fit, which is a sure sign.

Other Stuff:

Best moment: getting the ultrasound and seeing the little peanut thrive and well!

Worst moment: soooo tired! I feel like I have so much to do, and nothing gets done because I need to crawl in bed. Squish has officially outlasted me in staying up late, I’m not sure exactly who put him to bed last night.


Oh, that’s right.

I’m also a little preoccupied with all of the uncertainty. How much longer will I be able to ride my bike to work? I’m not out of my first trimester yet, so miscarriage risk is still high; what if something happens? Where will we move to when baby comes? Will it be early like Squish, on time, or late? Pretty much all of my concerns are about the what and when, which is nothing out of the ordinary for this control freak, I suppose.

Make it a great weekend, and get a chocolate bunny in!

Yes I Can!

Good morning! As my mother says, it’s Yippie Skippy Friday!

So, I mentioned yesterday that I’ve been in a crummy mood lately. After some reflection (and reading Caitlin’s post), I realized that I have not been checking my negative thoughts as much as I should have been, and now my outlook is negative. The good news is that it’s totally doable to turn this around with happy thoughts! So no more “stinkin’ thinkin'”, it’s time to turn that frown upside-down, look on the bright side of life, and all of those other hippy-crunchy woo-woo cliches.

In other news, I left work early yesterday for my physical therapy appointment.

Train office!

I can’t believe I haven’t talked about my PT yet! So, I finally had it with all of the hamstring pain that is preventing me from running, lifting, and living in general. So I went to the doctor and he referred me to a PT. My first session was last week before I left for Pittsburgh.

Gearing up for PT. Always a dork.

They took down my history, had me do some walking and stretches to see the movement I was making, and assessed that I was really tight due to strong muscles overcompensating my weaker ones, primarily my hips. We also went through sitting posture, which I do a LOT of in my work at both the office and traveling, and I found that I need to keep my feet flat on the floor as much as possible. Which is hard because I’m 5’0″ and do you think I can ever find a chair that when sitting my feet touch the ground? Then we did some combination massage/stretching on my hammies and glutes, and gave me a few exercises to do at home every day.

After my first session, I boarded a plane to Pittsburgh the next day. Normally the day after travel I would be feeling it, but I had no discomfort whatsoever! I did my best to keep my feet flat on the floor when I was sitting on the airplane (really flat on my carry-on bag, since my feet don’t really touch the floor) and I found it helped a lot. Also, I felt better after I did the exercises they prescribed me.

Then on the trip home I completely forgot to sit correctly and do my exercises, and my legs were killing me all weekend. So, the moral to the story is do stuff that makes you not hurt, and don’t do stuff that makes you hurt.

I’ve never been to physical therapy before, so this is all a new experience for me. I hope with the regular body work and exercising the weak muscles it’ll improve my “muscular balance” so to speak and I don’t have to deal with my poor overworked hammies anymore.

Have you ever done PT? Any crazy weekend plans? I’m hoping to eat my weight in jelly beans and watch Squish hunt eggs.

Make it a great day!

Thursday Randoms

1. I just ate half a watermelon. That’s okay, right?

2. I’ve been in a terrible, terrible mood lately, and I have no idea why. The smallest things not working right cause me to gnash my teeth and mentally throw things (when I say “mentally throw things”, I mean I think about throwing things but I don’t actually do it. I’m not telekinetic). So I’ve been calming myself down with Starbucks. Soothing, soothing Starbucks.


3. Squish has been OBSESSED with his bike. It’s the first thing he wants to do in the morning, and repeatedly throughout the day. We’ve been taking him up to the roof to bike around as long as it’s not too cold. I’ve had to resort to hiding his bike and helmet behind the couch so he won’t see it and trigger a cacophony of “Bike! Bike! Bike!” when he needs to be doing other things, like eating and sleeping.


4. I really want to go to PaleoFX one of these years. Bucket list item!

5. I haven’t made my morning train on time once this week. But I haven’t been letting it stress me out; there’s always another train a few minutes later anyway.

6. Even though I packed a lunch yesterday, I went out to lunch with my coworkers anyway. We went to a Mediterranean place and I had the best lamb shawarma ever. I didn’t think I could eat the whole thing, and the next thing I knew I was staring at an empty food container. No wonder my pants don’t fit.


7. I’ve been having some major writer’s block lately with posts. I have lots of ideas during the day, but when I have the time to actually sit down and write, nothing comes out. What do you do when you feel you have nothing of importance to say?

Seven’s a good number to leave off with, right? Well, I’m leaving it at that. Make it a great day!

Snuggy Pants [WAIW #6]

This morning I went to put on a pair of pants that I thought fit me, but they were too tight. And not too tight as in I’m-growing-a-small-human too tight. Just tight all over. As in stop-eating-so-much too tight. Sigh. I was really hoping I didn’t need to get bigger clothes until I needed to shop the maternity section, but now I need just a bigger pair of pants. So I’m all like, maybe I should slow down and lose a little fat, just to fit in my pants. But how do you lose fat when growing a baby? The two are sort of at odds.

Of course I checked out my friend Dr. Google, and everything I read said just what I was thinking, pregnancy is not the time to lose weight. Well, I’m not trying to look good in a bikini. I’m trying to fit back into my pants that are too snug all over. Either way, I started using My Fitness Pal to track how much and what macros I eat in a given day. Dear god, that was a wake-up call. I think I eat about as much as a trucker on a cross-country trip.

On the other hand, I could just buy bigger pants, roll with it, and worry about the weight thing after November when the little peanut makes its debut. I think I’m going with that option, it’s way less stressful.

Meanwhile, here’s WIAW! Thanks again to Jenn at Peas and Crayons for hosting!

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This was actually what I ate Monday, when I remembered to take pictures of everything.


Brunch at Eats in SF: BAT scramble, breakfast potatoes, sourdough toast, coffee

Mid-afternoon iced tea on my way to the doctor

Mango snack

Pre-dinner spinach salad, leftover corned beef, mashed potatoes, roasted carrots.

And now I’m off to read PaleoFX recaps while eating a croissant. Because that’s how I choose to live my life right now.

Book Review Sunday: “The Power of Habit”

The most happiest of mornings to you! I’m continuing our fun little book review series with one of the most life-changer books I’ve read in a long time: The Power of Habit by Charles Duhigg.


Yup. This book is one of those life-changer books. I’ve been meaning to read it for a while now, and I so wish I could have read it sooner. Duhigg reviews research related to how habits form, good and bad, and how some individuals are able to change or break bad habits while others seem to be doomed to a lifetime of smoking, overeating, gambling, or what have you. It talks about how every habit has a cue, a routine, and a reward. Several types of habits are discussed and how they fit this cue/routine/reward model, from habits owned by individuals, such as smoking, to organization and corporate culture. There were also many surprises that I didn’t think of before, like how radio stations use habits to take a song and “make” the public like it. So sneaky.

Let’s be honest here. I wanted to read this book because I thought it would hold the secret to breaking some of my bad habits. And I think it does, I just have to, you know, apply them and stuff. It’s still work. But it was also a really entertaining read on the different studies Duhigg reviewed and the stories profiled from individuals who either made their lives better or worse by adopting new habits, good or bad.

I plan on using the tricks discussed in the cue/routine/reward model to try and break some of the bad habits I know I fall victim to, such as hitting the snooze button instead of hitting the gym in the morning, or resisting eating when I’m not really hungry. I’d say it’s one of the most valuable books I’ve read recently for accomplishing goals.

I rented this book from the library, but you can easily pick it up on Amazon if you’re curious and want to check it out.

Okay, time to go out and enjoy this beautiful Sunday. Better go plan for the Easter Bunny’s visit next week!

A Tale of Two Airports

Here’s a really long story about what happened to me when I tried to get home from Pittsburgh Friday.

So, as you know I travel a lot for work. Like, a lot. At this point, I am very comfortable with air travel and few things rattle me. But trying to get home Friday just about used up every ounce of travel patience and goodwill I had left.

I was scheduled to return to Pittsburgh Friday evening. But when I went to check into my flight, I found I wasn’t assigned a seat, meaning that they were oversold. Because I didn’t have a seat, I couldn’t get a boarding pass on my phone like I usually do. So I went to the ticketing counter to get a paper boarding pass. The ticketing agent confirmed that the flight was oversold and they were looking for volunteers to take an alternate flight that arrived just a few minutes after the scheduled flight. I figured I could use the voucher they were offering, so I decided to be a good person and volunteer my seat for the alternate flight. Let this be a lesson: never, ever try to be a “good person” when you are traveling. Look out for #1 always, because the “good” travelers always get screwed in the end.

So they booked me on a flight on a different airline to Los Angeles and from there back on my normal airline to San Francisco. They even gave me a very nice exit row seat with extra room and no seat mates. Score, and I had a pleasant flight to LAX.

Then things got crazy. It had been a long time since I connected through LAX, but if you haven’t been, each airline has a separate terminal with a separate security entrance point. Which meant I basically had to exit the airport and go through security again to change planes. Okay, no problem. I had plenty of time in between connections.

Then at the security checkpoint I noticed that my boarding pass stated “no ticket assigned” so they wouldn’t let me through security. I went to the ticket counter to have then print me a new boarding pass, thinking that maybe the ticketing agent wasn’t able to print me a boarding pass from my normal airline. But the LAX ticketing agent looked at my ticket and said, “That’s not an <airline> flight. That’s a <some airline I’ve never heard of before> flight, and you need to go to their ticketing counter 2 terminals away.” Seriously? WTH? So with about a half hour left until boarding, I’m running down the unloading zone at LAX in my nice business flats (thank the lucky stars I didn’t pack heels on this trip!) to Terminal 5, where I go to a ticketing counter of an airline I’ve never heard of before to find no one there.

You’re kidding me. So back I go to the previous ticketing counter, where it then dawns on me that I just earned my frequent flier status, meaning I can talk to the business class ticketing agents, meaning I don’t have to stand in the ever-growing main cabin line. Finally, a stroke of luck! The ticketing agenda figured things out right away and gave me a first-class upgrade on my connection to SFO! Happy dance!

Or so I thought.


See the date? April 12. That’s Saturday. This is Friday. The ticketing agent booked me for a flight the next morning.

So now the flight I want to be on is boarding, and I don’t have a ticket. I run to the customer service desk to only be stuck behind a huge line of passengers also trying to resolve their issues last-minute. I text Hulk that I might not make it home that night, to which he responds to call Customer Service while I’m standing in line. He is a genius, did I ever mention that? So I call and get my issue resolved before the line even creeps forward at the customer service desk. They put me on the flight that’s leaving RIGHT NOW and I run back to the gate just in time to board the plane.

Oh, and the whole time I’m trying to not throw up because of morning sickness that doesn’t really happen in the morning, it happens at any time.

So here’s where my nice side is always stumped. Do I call and alert my airline what happened to me? I was totally going to call some one and give them an earful when I was super panicked and angry running from terminal to terminal. Now that I’ve had a chance to calm down, is it even worth a call? I was still able to get the problem fixed, but on the other hand they should probably know how the mistake happened (the ticketing agent in Pittsburgh assigned me to the wrong Saturday morning flight to begin with and no one caught it until I got to the gate) so they can put preventative measures it to discourage a repeat event.

Anyway, that’s my story about how I’m not going to try to be a nice person when I travel anymore.

Dirty Kitchen, Clean Eats (kinda) [WIAW #5]

Good morning, blog world! I will most likely be on a plane when you read this, so let’s toes to the ability to schedule posts! Woot.

The other day I posed a tweet that was rather younger-in-cheek.

But seriously. I’m so appreciative of the blog world for allowing me to make it look like I have it together. Because really, who honestly does have it all together?

Btw, this is my kitchen right now. I assembled my breakfast in the fridge because there was no counter space.


Who needs decor? And yes, I used a fancy picture editing app to artfully arrange a picture of my messy kitchen.

But really, kids. I’m leaving today for another East Coast trip and in just going to have to shut my eyes to all for half-finished, shoulda woulda could-a to-dos that are wrecking havoc in my conscious mind right now. I’m freaking out, man.

So here’s a pretty picture of a nice place. Calming, no?


Any-hoo, it’s Wednesday! You know what that means … Time to creep in on my eats of today! I guess it’s not creeping if I invite you in, huh? Kinda like vampire rules. I have no one to blame but myself if I’m bitten at this point.

A big Thank you to the always lovely and gracious Jenn for hosting over at Peas and Crayons!

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Let’s get down. Ooh, food!

Pre workout banana and Justin’s AB pack, to hold off on morning sickness.

Note: this is a reenactment of the banana and AB I actually consumed.
Note: this is a reenactment of the banana and AB I actually consumed.

The sickies were much better today. Maybe I did a better job of eating yesterday or something. Meh.

Then brekkie. Please don’t let my fine china distract you from the epic awesomeness that was breakfast.



It’s been soooooo long since I’ve had a breakfast burrito, and some craving took hold of me and was like, “you know those morning eggs? Well, you need to throw in some cheese and salsa and wrap that shit up in a tortilla.” So I did. So much easier to eat, too.

I was still hungry but had to go, so I remembered I picked up a couple of protein powder samples at Whole Foods and thought I’d make a shake to go.


So, if there is a wrong way to open a single-serving protein powder packet, I found it. I needed a good dusting to complete the messiness of my kitchen.


And yes, I do have one of those special protein shake bottles with the little mixer ball, but I didn’t want to bring it because all the cool kids would make fun of me I wanted to have a water bottle to drink from after I finished my shake.

I mixed the powder with coconut milk. And yes, I get the irony of mixing a whey protein powder with a non-dairy milk.

Then came the work eats.



I was beyond tired when I sat at my desk, so I indulged in an office Nespresso. I was hungry right before lunch, so I had a yogurt with a bit of granola on top. It tasted like heaven. Then, since I drove today I was like, “I can go anywhere I want for lunch!” So I went to In-n-out. My burger deliciousness was chased by a little Kashi dark chocolate coconut bar. Which are too good and must be illegal or something in less fortunate countries.

I cut out of work early to go to my first physical therapy appointment. More details on that later. But it took almost two hours and by the time I came home I was tired, overwhelmed with work and packing, and (of course) ravenous. Mehfil’s Indian Cuisine to the rescue!


We split chicken tikka masala with a friend that stopped by to hang, and had a picnic dinner on the roof just as Karl the Fog was dropping into the city (wow, I just wrote city as “sitty.” I think I’m getting tired now.)


It’s a pity I’m too lazy and cheap to get a real camera. My meager iPhone camera didn’t do Karl any justice I’m afraid.

So there you go, my day of eats. On a Wednesday. For What I Ate Wednesday. And I’m pretty sure your kitchen and your day of eating is much cleaner than mine. And if not, well then, you’re still awesome.

Time to go do work and stuff. Make it a great day!