So today I’m reintroducing some foods from the forbidden Legume group, in particular peanuts and hummus. I’ve never been a big bean eater, so I’m not worrying about the magical fruit for now, sticking with things I do enjoy eating to check and see how the fit in with my newfound awesomeness.
I’m also really, really trying hard to eat breakfast even on early mornings. My latest find is “stuff in a jar,” where I dump frozen veggies, olive oil, and whatever cooked meat I have left in the fridge in a mason jar and eat it in the car on my commute. The mason jar is way more manageable for car-eating than a plastic container since it fits in my cup holder! #winning
Yesterday it was California Blend and pulled pork. This morning it was carrots, guacamole, and sliced chicken apple sausage. Breakfast power!
Side note, we did NOT share a bottle of wine last night. By the time the kids were in bed and house prepped for tomorrow, I was perfectly content to celebrate my success by breaking out a new-to-me flavor of La Croix (orange!) and hanging out with Hulk on the couch while watching the aquarium and catching up on our days. Maybe this weekend? The beauty is that the decision can always be made again tomorrow!
It’s getting abundantly clear now that I am becoming a Northern Californian. Mostly because I’ve started using “natural” deodorant. It’s been a bit trial-and-error finding one that works for me, but I’m really loving the Lavanila line. You can get it at Sephora, but I like Amazon, because Prime and lazy. My last pick was a three-pack of different scents, and I’m loving getting to choose what version of vanilla I want to smell like today.
Because I spend about a billion hours commuting in the car every week to my office, I am totally dependent on audiobooks and podcasts to keep me sane. Right now, I am totally obsessed with the Girls Gone WOD podcast. Even if you aren’t a CrossFitter or even remotely active, you will love this show. Sure they talk a lot about gym stuff, but they are also hilarious and talk about everything random, such as how awesome PB2 is, favorite hats for all occasions, Marriage Hacks, and there is no shortage of Mean Girls quotes. It’s like hanging out with your besties that lift. Seriously, go listen and prepare to uncomfortably laugh out loud in public because you know you’re going to listen to it while in a coffee shop or at work or someplace super crowded.
Favorite #3: Diner Breakfast Fridays
I used to have this ritual where on Fridays I would get up a little earlier and have breakfast at a local diner. It was a major treat for me to enjoy some greasy eggs and french toast while quietly sipping my coffee and catching up on some reading or enjoying people-watching. I had gotten out of the habit, so today I decided to leave a bit early and hit up a local breakfast place. It’s not something I can do every Friday, but it’s nice to have the option when I have the time. P.S. the coffee was still decaf *sigh*
Favorite #4 – Bingo.
Hulk sent me this the other day. It’s hilarious, and surprisingly accurate. Bingo!
Wednesday was a super fun class. Depending on your definition of “fun”. It was box jump day!
The Strength portion was 8×3 box jumps. For women it was suggested height of 30″. Which is literally half of my height. I did not jump 30″. I tried and failed spectacularly. So I did my reps at a respectable 27″.
Then the workout was four rounds for time with a (yay!) 3-minute rest in between each round:
30 air squats
After my third round I realized that we were supposed to be tracking our time and posting the best round. Oh. I think maybe my best was 3:20-ish?
That night my legs were completely shot, and I noticed my hamstring pain was coming back and I was starting to develop shin splints. So I took Thursday and Friday off to sleep in and recover a bit. I was just able to put my shoes on without my hamstrings screaming at me, so I think that was a good decision and I’m ready to work out Saturday now!
Meanwhile, I’m half-seriously tracking my macros. Wednesday was a really good day eats-wise. I managed to get pretty close to my macro goals. Breakfast was a few scrambled eggs (some pretty pastured eggs I picked up at the farmer’s market, soooo pretty!), and an entire can of pureed sweet potatoes.
Lunch at work was some leftover paleo “spaghetti” and a romaine salad with the last of my beloved salad dressing. This Tessamae’s Green Goddess dressing is so amazing. I put it on anything I’m not really excited about eating, like a bowl of romaine lettuce, and it makes it amazing. Sadly, it’s not one of the Whole30 compliant dressings, but when I’m not on a Whole30 I will drink it.
Dinner was my first attempt at a Home Chef dinner, which is one of those delivery services where they send you ingredients and a recipe to make a whole dinner. Hulk heard about it from a friend and we decided to try it out. I tried out the Clementine and Hot Honey Chicken recipe.
They did a fantastic job of measuring out the ingredients in little pre-packaged samples, and the instructions were simple to follow. I wasn’t super stoked about the portion size because I eat a remarkable volume for a human my size, but I added some extra veggies and it was all good.
In family news, It was Take Your Child to Work on Thursday, and Squish accompanied me to my place of gainful employment. My company did a fantastic job of setting up a “classroom” for all of the kids that day, and had organized sessions, games, and even a magic show to keep everyone engaged and entertained.
I was a little concerned that Squish was a bit young for the event, so I brought my home computer for him to play games on if he got bored. There is only so much you can explain to a four-year-old what it’s like to be an implementation consultant for a cloud ERP software provider. I mean, most adults glaze over when I tell them what I do for a living. So when it got a little too technical for him with the older kids, he came to my desk and “worked” along with me. The best part was at the end of the day when all the kids were asked what they learned about what their parents do, his response was, “Mommy plays games on the computer.” No, son, I reckon that would be the case if I worked at EA Games across the street. I almost failed college because of my “The Sims 2” obsession. Anyway, he had a blast and wants to come with me to work everyday now.
Today I took a rest day. I decided a day spent being sore instead of becoming more sore was a good idea. Also, I slept horribly last night. It’s a bad idea to take Sudafed before bed, no matter how stuffed up you feel. I sort of laid there in a half-coma all night, tired but not actually falling asleep. It was weird. Anyway, Olive scored with a nice walk around the neighborhood this morning.
I’ve also been experimenting with different food plans. One of the coaches put together sort of a macros-based performance eating group for anyone interested. I decided to play around with it. Why not? I’ll probably do a full post on what all it entails when I’m not so brain-dead tired, but basically you calculate out an estimated grams of protein, carbs, and fat to eat in a given day. Sort of like calorie counting, but the type of food matters more than just the calories. Anyway, I’m giving it a whirl for funsies. I’m logging my food in My Fitness Pal and it’s curious to see where I end up.
Breakfast was eggs, spaghetti squash, and broccoli.
Lunch was a few corn dogs because I sort of got distracted while working and just ate what Hulk put in front of me. I was surprised; since going paleo I’ve sort of learned to “embrace the fat” and include dietary fat with abandon. Turns out that corn dogs really check in on the fat content. Now that my meal template is decidedly less fatty and more carb-heavy, I’m having to do some reassessing of my go-to staple foods. Which means corn dogs might now earn a place into “once in a while for a treat” rather than “emergency can’t-even food.” Tragedy.
Dinner was some “paleo spaghetti” with meat sauce and spaghetti squash. And a beer. Because carbs.
Okay, I think I’m done with CrossFit for a bit; my traps sort of hurt to the touch. And by “a bit” I mean I’ll take a rest day tomorrow. But I scored a new 1 rep max today, so that was fun!
1 Rep Max of the following combination:
1 Shoulder press
2 Push press
3 Push jerks
Before the max, we also warmed up with a “mini Annie” doing 20 reps, 10 reps, and 5 reps of double unders and sit-ups. Funny how that used to be a “work out” and now it’s warm up! Okay, it felt like a work out. I was the last one to peel myself off of the floor. And then we did one minute AMRAP of pull-ups. Even with the big ol’ band, I still barely scored 8, and some of them were questionable as my arms barely made a 90 degree angle, let alone my head passing the bar. Then we did dumbbell rows and dumbbell rollbacks, and THEN we maxed the sequence.
It was such a fun day. And I tapped out at 38 kg, which I was stoked. On my first try, I couldn’t do it. So I gave it a few minutes rest and tried again. The coffee must’ve finally kicked in or something.
Then I flew home and slammed my breakfast of homemade yogurt and frozen blueberries while trying to take a shower at the same time.
I would like to joke that bathroom food tastes better, but let’s be honest: if you’re eating in the bathroom, it’s because you’re running late anyway and are hoovering food in your face with complete abandon to your tastebuds. But I do love homemade yogurt. We got a Yogourmet yogurt maker off of Amazon a while back, and I will never buy yogurt in the store again. It’s super easy, and tastes way better. Pro tip: I like to add a pack of gelatin to the milk before I mix in the culture to get it a bit extra thick. Extra thick, and extra good for the gut! 🙂
Wednesday means it’s time for What I Ate Wednesday. Who’s ready for some crappy iPhone photos of half-eaten food with captions? I know I am!
I was so irritated this morning. The night before, I packed my bag, checked that my alarm was set, and told Hulk that I was going to CrossFit this morning. Then I woke up at 6:07, 7 minutes after class had started, to find that I must have slept through my alarm. I was super annoyed. I was feeling really pumped and ready to hit it. Instead, I hit some of those egg muffins I made on Sunday for breakfast.
The picture doesn’t lie. They were terrible. Healthy, but terrible. I don’t like leftover egg bakes. I choked them down, but I seriously need to find something to pair them with. This is going to be a long week of breakfasts. However, I did remember my reusable mug at the coffee shops this morning. Yes, plural. No, don’t care.
I was in Oakland for work this week, onsite for a project launch. I have found my most favorite lunch place Uptown that does a really nice shawarma salad. Today was lamb and beef. It was terrible. Next time I’ll try to take a picture before I consume all of the salad.
For dinner we finally dug into the pizza spaghetti pie I made Sunday. Everyone was super hungry and we made quick work of it. I was too busy loading Buttercup’s plate with more steamed carrots and telling Squish to keep his glass of milk away from the edge of the table to take pictures, but it pretty much looked like this:
Yes, just like that.
You know what’s messed up? Letting a four year old watch “The Land Before Time,” then telling him it’s bedtime literally right after Littlefoot’s mother died. That may have happened. I should know by now to simply take the remote and say, “Let’s watch Bob the Builder!” when Squish repeatedly asks me, “What’s happening?” over and over in a worried voice during any intense scene. My penance shall most likely be a few 3am wake-up calls from a preschooler terrified awake with nightmares.
Yesterday I had to take the little miss into the doctor. She was up half the night crying off and on, which was extremely unusual for her. After a quick Dr Google consult (with a sobbing toddler in my ear) I was concerned she had an ear infection. Turns out she didn’t, but since we all got hit with The Crud (my affectionate term for when you don’t know if it’s a cold or a sinus infection) over Thanksgiving, the doctor suspects her sinuses were blocked up and the pressure was causing her pain. Which is the worst as a parent, because you know how much sinus pain sucks, and since small humans can’t take decongestants, all you can do is give steam baths and feel inadequate as you child cries in confused pain. Couple that with Squish coughing so hard he threw up last night, it’s been several nights of rest and relaxation over here.
On the bright side, after Buttercup’s appointment I took the kids to Shari’s for pancakes in the shape of an animal face, the perfect antidote to a rough night. I had a Denver omelette which both kids helped me eat the toast.
Everyone was in the mood for comfort food, so for dinner I made spaghetti squash and meat sauce with sliced bell pepper on the side at Squish’s request.
I did get a break from the madness and go on a couch-to-5k run. It was dark. I can’t decide if I like running in the dark or not. On one hand, it feels deliciously mysterious and exciting. On the other hand, I trip a lot and am constantly worried about being hit by a car that won’t see me, despite my reflective, white jacket. I need to invest in some lights.
And it’s Friday so you know what that means … A weekend of home improvement ahead!
Not for me, really. I just wanted to use that meme.
Any weekend plans?
What’s the worst you’ve been sick? For me it’s probably last year when I got strep throat while on a business trip. By the time I got home to see the doctor it had spread to my ears. Not fun.
Yesterday was quite the “bad example” day. I started out by doing Week 1 Day 2 of the “Champion” Spitfire Athlete workout. I don’t remember the details, but there were a lot of squats.
Of course I did it on an empty stomach, and only drank coffee with milk afterwords.
Once at work, I felt hungry so “Second Breakfast” was a side caesar salad that I found in the fridge, a granola bar, a handful of Cashew Clusters, and more coffee with milk.
So of course that meant Lunch was a burger and fries. Grass-fed, of course. We’re all about health here.
I had an appointment in the city, and afterwords felt really “ugh” about everything. So I picked up some cookies from Whole Foods as a snack for the ride home. Turns out that was dinner, because when I got home Hulk was getting a new beer batch ready and the stove was commandeered for mashing. That was fine, so I had a couple beers to wash down the cookies.
I’m starting to feel kind of foggy in the head and tight in the pants, so I think the “consume all the carbs” phase needs to move on now. I haven’t slept well this week, and I’m very certain that’s a huge part of it. It’s time to reclaim the bedtime and get back where I prefer to be.
Yesterday was one of those terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad days for me. I can’t even explain it. Monday I went to bed feeling all the gratitude and warm fuzzies about the world. Tuesday I woke up and felt like Kill All the Things. And I’m not even on Day 5 of a Whole30!
Since I was all grumpy, I skipped out of the house as soon as I could after the usual kid-wrangling to avoid making the rest of the family miserable, and grabbed a sausage breakfast sandwich from the deli by my office. Their breakfast sandwiches are magical, being hand-made on a toasted croissant. It’s a nice food-treat to start the day. I also downed a couple of coffees with milk.
I was still feeling sort of reclusive, so I went to a nearby cafeteria where I knew it was chicken tandoori day. Some chicken tandoori, curried veggies, and rice were some good soul food. I also walked to and from the office, so it was a good sunny mile walk each way.
I wasn’t hungry in the afternoon, but I did indulge in some mood-eating. A KIND bar and a few Andes mints were a decent distraction, washed down with a couple Diet Cokes.
I came home to some good family news, so that perked me up. No public announcements yet since it’s not quite a done deal. True to my “no beer before barbells” rule, Hulk offered to put dinner together while I worked out in the garage. I started the Champion program on the Spitfire Athlete app. I didn’t have time to get through the whole workout, but I completed most of the weight lifting and skipped out on core work.
Assisted pull-ups, 3×12
Cable pulls (I modified with a band since I don’t have a cable to pull), 3×12
Bent over barbell rows, 3×12 @ 45 lbs
Reclined dumbbell arm extensions, 3×12 using a 10lb plate
Inclined reverse dumbbell flys, 1×12 @ 3 lbs (yes, 3. It was either that or 40)
Hulk outdid himself for dinner: hamburger patties topped with cheese and fried eggs, with a side salad and peas. We ate on the patio again, and I showed Squish how to angle his fork through the patty to make a sort of meat-on-a-stick method of eating the hamburger, rather than cutting it into bites. Then we drank some beers on the porch while watching the sun set. Hulk took care of the domestic stuff while I went to bed early and read my book. I’m almost done with “The Art of Racing in the Rain” and I have only cried twice so far.
I know I’ve been succumbing to emotional eating lately, and I just have been allowing it. It’s hard not to have Whole30 rules to fall back on when things are difficult. I know what’s wrong – I want to do all the things and am frustrated that there are only 24 hours in a day – but eating just seems easier than fixing it. There are also a couple other health-related things I’ve been meaning to explore, such as maybe giving myself a caffeine holiday.
I’m also really trying to figure out how to get more exercise in, and I’m caught in “mom guilt” whenever I take time out for myself, which was part of why I was so grumpy yesterday. I had planned on working out in the morning, but then children/life happened, and it didn’t get done. I’m so sick of falling victim to excuses, but I just can’t get myself together. I know I need to take care of myself in order to take care of everyone else, but it’s so much easier in theory than in practice. I think I’m going to get up at 6:00 for a run, but then at 5:58 I have a tearful preschooler climbing in my bed after a scary dream, and while I’m getting him settled I then have a baby that’s all “IT’S [6:17 in the] MORNING WHY AREN’T YOU ALL READY TO PARTY YET? And why are my pants so squishy?” and by the time I’m done with her diaper blowout the preschooler is now awake and asking for “milk and chocolate toast” and my window of opportunity to scrap together any time for myself this morning is firmly shut. Fortunately this phase of life is temporary and I’m doing my best to appreciate the little things involved with taking care of small children (stop growing up!) but it’s hard when I know I need to exercise and rest and keep myself sane above it all. But tomorrow is always another day.
And that’s it for this day. Go make it a great one!
Here’s to fresh starts and new beginnings! Today’s the first of (maybe) many really captivating, inspiring updates of everything I ate, drank, and did workout-wise yesterday. With no pictures, because no one wants to see pictures of food. And by that, I mean I am totally out of the habit of meal photographing and didn’t want to post a bunch of empty plates full of crumbs. Either way, you’re welcome.
You guys, I just wrote YOUR welcome. I’m losing my mind. Or is that how it’s supposed to be written? Yup, mind lost.
Breakfast yesterday was two fried eggs, a simple swiss chard salad with raspberry walnut dressing, and the last of the canned sweet potato puree. I ate with Squish before carting him off to preschool. He had “chocolate toast”, which is toast and Nutella. Because I am a conscientious, caring mom who only feeds her children the best. And I didn’t feel like fighting him from his beloved chocolate toast on a Monday morning pre-coffee. Pick yo’ battles. I also had a couple cups of coffee with milk.
Halfway through the morning, I had another work coffee with milk. But the fridge was empty of cow milk, so I tried this Silk brand of almond-coconut milk that was pretty awful and I dumped out half of my coffee I just couldn’t do it.
Lunch was amazing. I found out the grocery store nearby went through a huge remodel, and they have a carving station. Carved meats. Sold. I bought a lunch box of roasted tri-tip, steamed veggies, and this sort of orzo and squash risotto thingy. It was amazing.
Back at work, someone put cookies in the break room. I could lie and say I was not tempted and enjoyed drinking my peppermint tea, but in reality I ate three with a Diet Coke.
Later I needed a break, so I wanted to Starbucks and got one of those hibiscus iced teas. It was really good, that might be a new thing.
After work I picked up Squish from preschool and we dove into the madness that is evening grocery shopping, since we were now out of all the food at home. He helped me pick out veggies for the week so I could justify grabbing a frozen pizza for dinner. It’s all about balance, you know. Hulk sautéed some green beans that were amazing, and I also grabbed an Italian chopped salad at the store that was pretty good. We ate outside on the patio table, which is Squish’s favorite place to eat everything.
I also had a beer with dinner (Bear Republic Racer 5 IPA), and by the time dinner was over I didn’t feel like working out anymore. So I had another beer and put the kids to bed. “Kids” includes me. New rule: no beer until the workout is done. I want to start a new Spitfire Training program, so I need to make sure to leave some time in the day for it.
My Jawbone report for the day was 12,902 steps on 8h 10min of sleep, so that’s not too shabby.