Is Butter a Carb?

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.

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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.

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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.

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Yeah, I know. They’re not buying it either.

That’s it for today. Go make it a great day!

Back to the Food

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.

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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.

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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:

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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.

And that’s it. Go make it a great day!

Where is this “Tiger Blood” You Speak Of?

I’m on Day 13 of my January Whole30 and continue to have bouts of hit-by-a-truck exhaustion, usually around 7pm. I was hoping to find the sparkle energy back by now. Last Whole30 I was bouncing off the walls by Day 5! I guess I need a little more time to adapt with this round, since I’ve had a bit more on my plate than last time.

In related news, I have discovered crock pot cooking, and it is the most favorite revolutionary thing ever (thanks, mom!).


Pot roast from yesterday. And the kids even ate it! Squish said, “Mommy, I like this dinner!” which basically never happens. I made lemon thyme chicken thighs tonight, but they were a bit weird. I’m not sure what I did exactly, I think it was too much lemon (I have soooooo many lemons now that the tree is in full-on harvest mode) and too much cooking time. Next time I’ll stick some broth or something in there for more of a braised effect. But it feels so luxurious to walk home after work and already have dinner done! I can’t believe it’s taken me this long to get on the slow cooker wagon. The best part is lunch  tomorrow is as easy as a box of leftovers!

That’s all the updates tonight. Go make it a great day!

Because Sometimes Wine > Exercise

I sort of started this goal of consistently posting for the month of December. I haven’t been perfect, and it’s a challenge to put my butt in front of the computer every morning when I feel like I have a million other things to do (okay, two things, but they’re both crying about something. And a third thing that’s probably chewing on something or peeing somewhere right now). But I feel accomplished when I can track what’s going on as of today, and the few missed months this year kind of make me sad.

Last night was a quick thrown-together dinner of Safeway rotisserie chicken, salad, and some rice pilaf Hulk made with homemade chicken broth. I had intended to give my new hiking shoes a spin, but the only spin they took was down the hallway to the kids’ room to get them corralled for bedtime. By the time that was over, wine > hiking. I’ll try to squeeze a test hike in tonight if Hulk can kid-wrangle for me.

I’ve been doing pretty well on my Whole30-ish eating, I would give myself a B+. But I’ve been ravenous, despite feeling stuffed to the gills after every meal. The other night I was super hungry after dinner, so I ate a corn dog before bed. I probably need to eat more fat, since I have been absolutely craving avocado lately. I should probably stock up on some good food options because the whole chicken- or ground-beef-on-greens I’ve been doing is going to get old pretty fast. 

Any tips on feeling full but still hungry?

Do you like the phrase “hump day,” or hate it? Or ambivalent?

Go make it a great day!

Always a Bright Side

 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!
 

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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.

That’s all for now, make it a great day!

Some Days are Like That, Even in Australia

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!

Breakfast

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.

Lunch

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.

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Snack

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.

Workout

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)

Dinner

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!

 

New Beginnings and New Rules

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.

That is all for now, go make it a great day!

A “Bad Example” Day of Whole30 Eats

What is up? I’m over here begrudgingly noting the fact that I had my seventh – yes seventh – night in a row of food dreams. On one hand I am so ready for this Whole30 to be over. On the other hand, I only want it  to be over so I can indulge in an all-out carb-o-palooza which isn’t really my goal here. And I burned my breakfast frittata. Sad panda.

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I even put the good mushrooms in it.

In other news besides setting frittatas on fire, I actually recorded everything I ate Thursday in sort of a “A Day of Whole30” format. Which made me realize (as you might find out after you check it out) …

I’m not eating enough.

No wonder I’m so cranky pants this week. So if you’re embarking on a Whole30 and are a petite yet relatively active young-ish woman, eat more than this.

Breakfast (or as Whole30’ers like to call it, “Meal 1”

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Since I am going through a major “can’t even” I’ve been making whatever food sounds good that doesn’t require too much prep. I nuked a couple of chicken apple sausages and ate a bag of snap peas with primal mayo. Added some coconut milk to my coffee, annnnnd we’re done.

Lunch (Meal #2)

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Lunch was the return of chicken apple sausage, with a whole cut-up bell pepper. I forgot the fat, but since I had about a half a can of coconut milk with my eleventeen cups of coffee, I figured it could slide.

Snack (The Forbidden Mini-meal)

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You’re discouraged from snacking on a Whole30, but I had a cut-up apple with almond butter midafternoon because I was getting super hangry.

Dinner (Meal #3)

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I was almost going to have chicken apple sausage AGAIN, but I pulled myself out of the Can’t-Even loop with Amber’s comment on this pork chop recipe. I didn’t exactly follow the recipe, but it was a great way to sear and cook a pork chop. I also found out I had all the ingredients to make the ranch dressing from the Whole30 book, so paired with a head of romaine it was a quick and decent dinner.

I thought I was doing okay, and my “meh” about the Whole30 was something else. Now I’m thinking that I’m just not eating enough. It’s sort of a mental laziness thing. It’s hard to have Hulk and Squish just heat up some corn dogs for lunch (*cough* or breakfast) while I’m chopping and roasting and stuff to make a “funner” meal that’s palatable. I’m getting stuck in the “convenience” mindset. Plus, the cost is really weighing on me. The first couple weeks, I didn’t even look at prices when I shopped. I would buy the grass-fed meat, whatever organic veggies my little heart desired. Then Hulk and I had a little heart-to-heart about our grocery bill (the $16 jars of ghee may have been a topic for discussion) and now I’m trying to be more mindful of what I put in the cart. It’s do-able on a budget, but not nearly as much fun in my book (#firstworldproblems, I know). So I’m shopping at the local Safeway instead of Whole Foods, buying conventional veggies and whatever meat’s on sale. And it sort of swiped some of the magic from me, mentally. Sort of a “perfect is the enemy of good” sort of deal. Hence the food dreams and Captain Insane-o cravings. After all, if my artichoke’s not organic, then maybe I should just plow through this box of cookies, right? Thank goodness I’m too darn stubborn to give in, but I’m really hoping I can reconcile this “all or nothing” mentality before Day 31, because I don’t want to go nuts on donuts and anything else that also rhymes with “donuts”.

So I’m going to put my big girl pants on and get thee to a kitchen to cook all the things. Because I am not going out like that.

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Are We There Yet?

Another hump day, eh? I’m just wrapping the day up and trying to decide how fancy I want to go for dinner. I am having a few rough Whole30 days. Sort of getting sick of the meat-n-veggies all day e’ry day, you know? And it’s not just that. I can always find something to eat that makes me happy.

Like sashimi and a side of steamed broccoli, courtesy of date night! Don’t worry, I packed my own coconut aminos (much to Hulk’s amusement, “Really? That’s a thing?).

But I have a major feeling of “I’m not there yet” that’s bugging me. Not just the end of the 30 day program, but the fact that it’s Day 21 and I am still having major food cravings and non-healthy tendencies that I was hoping I was sort of over already. Hello, extinction burst. I felt so amazing so soon this round, that I figured the rest would be all happy downhill-ing on a flying unicorn.  Not so, it seems. My sleep the last few nights has left a little to be desired. Trouble falling asleep, waking up in the middle of the night (but I go back down again right away), and not feeling rested when I awake. I’m suspecting a little life stress is the culprit. Add to the table the fact that I’m having a hard time socially with not going to lunch with the team at work, passing up on the occasional happy hour, and avoiding some social situations because avoiding food seems like more work than just not going to the event.

I also am not sure how I’m going to handle the reintroduction period. My 30 days is up two days before Hulk and I leave on vacation for a week. Originally, I wanted to do a proper 10-day reintroduction protocol where I introduce one eliminated food at a time and see how I handle it. But with travel, I’m pretty sure I won’t be able to eat clean enough to do a proper evaluation. So I can just do the best I can and go through with the reintro, stay as Whole30 as I can on the road and just accept that it won’t be as clean as I’m used to, or say “screw it” and eat whatever I want because hey, vacation!

Fortunately we’re going to Alaska, so I have a feeling the food choices while limited should have some healthy options (ALL the salmon!) and I shouldn’t stress about eating Whole30-ish. Then I can pick it up when I get home. But I don’t want to stress about food during a legit vacation, either. If it was just work travel or something that’s one thing. But a big vacation to a dream destination we’ve been planning for months makes me think again on how big of a stickler I want to be about food. I just want to enjoy what the area has to offer, and not have to stress, “what kind of oil did you use to cook that chicken?”

Whole30 veterans, how did you handle reintros? I have yet to do a “proper” one.

Go make it a great day!

Local Road Trip (a.k.a. We Left the House!)

Over the weekend we decided to go on a mini road trip.

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That’s right, we got out of the house! Everyone was feeling a bit stir-crazy, so we decided to visit my bro-in-law up in Santa Rosa. On the way we stopped at Cavallo Point lodge for brunch. I had an open-faced pastrami, which everyone agreed that was so good I won at “brunch.”

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The restaurant faced some beautiful views of the Golden Gate Bridge and San Francisco.

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Then we headed up to Sonoma County to pay a baby-fueled visit to my bro- and sis-in-law. He just got a new car, so the boys took turns seeing how much they could burn rubber and fishtail it while the girls drank tea and gossiped. I wanted to take the car for a spin, but it’s a manual transmission and since it’s been a couple years since I’ve driven a stick, coupled with the fact that it was nighttime and rainy, I decided to take rain check in trying out the new motorized baby.

Whatever, we had steak for dinner, so, winning.

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Amazing steak. I had a piece each of the ribeye and the filet.

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And everyone slept on the drive home except for Hulk because he had to drive. The end.