Friday Link Love: How to Become Gluten Intolerant

Happy Friday!


Buttercup likes Fridays. They’re good for bouncing and counting baby fat rolls.

I went on my Week 3 run for Couch to 5k this morning, stumbling through 2.17 miles of SoMa in 28 minutes, pre-coffee.

Since it’s Friday, I figure I’ll share with you a little Public Service Announcement Hulk sent me. In case you ever wanted to know how to be gluten intolerant, or just need to brush up on your gluten intolerance skills, here is a video for you. Enjoy!

Make it a great day.

Baby Steps

Lately I’ve been reminding myself that it’s okay to feel like you’ve fallen off the wagon, and it’s not possible to be perfect all the time. I’ve been having all kinds of minor health symptoms that are indicative to the way I’ve chosen to eat over the last few months (lots of refined carbs, take-out food, and few veggies) and it is starting to catch up with me. And that’s okay. It’s not permanent. It’s not forever. But the thought of doing a 180 and eating squeaky clean was daunting. Super clean eating takes time and prep, and I am not particularly motivated to jump into that wagon just yet. But I can take baby steps.

I can have a scone and latte for breakfast while I blast out to catch my train,



But follow it up with a “salad in a feeding trough” for lunch.


This is my most favorite salad ever, by the way: mixed baby greens and spinach, tuna, egg, bell pepper, and goat cheese with olive oil.

I’m not eating perfect, but I really don’t want to be right now. It sound stupid, but it stresses me out. I’d rather just feel free to eat what I want rather than be stuck with “can eat” and “can’t eat” lists. When I’m less pregnant and there’s less going on with life I know I can buckle down again if I so choose. But for now, I’m enjoying my mini vacation from food dogma and just rolling with life. Plus, this way I stress less and can sleep more, which is always a good thing.

And for funsies, I found this on Facebook and texted it to almost everyone I knew yesterday. Doesn’t it get you all fired up for a new day?


Make it a great day, kids.

Where Did I Park my Cow Again?

Thank you for the encouraging comments and feedback from yesterday’s post. It’s always interesting (and a bit scary) to see the reaction when you brain dump feelings on a post. Ugh, feelings.

Anyway, I figure the best way to get back on track is to start getting better at logging my choices. On this blog. So it’s public. Ugh, that vulnerability again. *shudder*

Okay, so, I snacked on 1/2 an avocado yesterday. And ate about 12 mini Snickers while prepping for a meeting that was going to kick my ass. Just a little stressed.

At least I’ve been consistent in packing lunches. I need to do another grocery run, so my salad wasn’t as crazy as it could have been. Lettuce, tuna, bell pepper, and a little leftover bacon from breakfast (I know, right?!? I had bacon leftover?)



I’ve been getting home late this week, so it’s been leftovers for dinner. Hulk put together a one-pot gumbo of sorts consisting of leftover Indian food from the weekend and some chicken that needed to get cooked. So I had leftovers of leftovers for dinner.



I ate it on the couch while Squish and I watched “Brave”. He would ask for bites and in between shoveling food in my mouth he would say, “More please! Ahhh!” and I would shovel food in his mouth. Like mother, like son.



Since I live in a part of the country not covered in ice and snow, I’ve been really making an effort to go on a walk every day after lunch. Hooray for green things.

Finally, I found this little gem on Pinterest the other day. I commute part of the way to work by bike. I used to bike commute in college, too, back in the Midwest. I am wondering if this is something that still happens in Nebraska or not.



Some people pin weddings, I pin stupid pictures.

Secretly Six Years Old

You know when you have a dream so real, you confuse it with reality? What are those called? Well, I had one of those last night, with some amusing side effects. Yesterday at work, I received a meeting invite for a kind-of-a-big-deal meeting. The meeting was for 5:00 am this morning, since it involved kind-of-a-big-deal folks on the east coast. Okay, great. If I need to be at an early morning meeting every once in a while because the project is based on the east coast, I can handle that. But normally we try to schedule meetings as close to normal working hours as possible, so that was weird. However, since the meeting was for kind-of-a-big-deal people and we were working around their schedule, maybe that’s all that was available. And I’m far from a big deal, so I wasn’t sure if it was a courtesy invite, or if I’m a required attendee. So, do I accept and lose out on an hour of sleep? Or do I assume they couldn’t possibly expect California to attend a 5:00 am conference call and it’s all a misunderstanding?

I got distracted by shiny things didn’t get a chance to address it at work, and I didn’t think about it until I was going to bed and setting my alarm for the next day. So I texted my boss at 10:00 pm asking if I needed to be on the call. Then I went to bed, setting my alarm early just in case.

Apparently, I dreamed that my boss texted back that I didn’t need to attend, so I shut off the alarm. In my dream. Then I dreamed other stuff, so I became confused that it was all a dream. So when my alarm went off at 4:45, I was super confused. I turned this alarm off! I didn’t have to be on the call, what is going on. Then I checked my texts, realized my boss never texted me back in real life, and I still didn’t know if I needed to be on the call or not. Ugh. So I waited until 5:00 am and joined the call.

There was no one on the line.

I checked the meeting invite. It was schedule for March 5, not February 5. Since both days fall on a Wednesday it didn’t occur to me to check the month. And that’s the week I’m on the east coast, so they actually scheduled the meeting for when I would be there during business hours. Oh em gee.

On the plus side, I had an awesome, leisurely breakfast and food prepped some more stuff to last the rest of the week.

In other random news, I was horribly, illogically excited that I had all the ingredients to make Ants on a Log at work yesterday.


I was grinning like an idiot and sort of giggling to myself the entire time. Yes, I am secretly 6 years old.

I’ve been user testing a new workout training app. It’s called Spitfire Athlete, and it’s being designed and developed by a trainer in San Francisco. It’s a weight training app for women. For “real” weight training, like barbells and stuff, not the Gwyneth Paltrow only-lift-5-lbs weights. I’m really digging it so far. It’s not released yet, but when it is I’ll let you know. But that’s where my workouts have been lately.

Alright, this is a word-y post. Here is a happy picture pulled from Pinterest to cheer up your hump day. May your day make you as happy as the trampoline has made these goats.


All the Salads

Oh my gosh, you guys. I am really, really tired. And tired of salads. But mostly just tired. Darn jet lag.

Because this is the only interesting content that’s happened to me in the past 48 hours, let me show you all the food. That’s mostly salad.

Hotel breakfast buffet of sausage patty, some sort of sausage-potato-pepper hash, and fruit.



This looks like it would be a good salad, but the chicken was so dry I might as well have eaten the styrofoam container. Plus, I put the beets over the strawberries, and that was a mistake.



Banana and AB snack



Dinner #1: lettuce salad, fruit, and the olives and artichoke off of the Mediterranean skewers.





Dinner #2 (after I worked out and was ravenous). Much better! Take-out salmon, taters, and mixed veggies. French onion soup for dessert (yes, I splurged on the cheese and croutons).



Breakfast buffet #2: canadian bacon and oh, more fruit. Plus 2 hb eggs I had in my room.

Hmm, thought I had a picture. Oh, well.

Lunch was the same as yesterday, only more eggplant and less beets.

Dinner: hamburger patty and veggies. Much, much better.



And the obligatory post-work-but-still-working glass of complimentary chablis.



Not pictured: several packets of tuna, and some fruit smuggled to work from the breakfast buffet as afternoon snacks.

Still making the food plan work on the road. It’s frustrating at times. I was so ready to throw in the towel yesterday and dive in to all of the appetizers the hotel buffet was serving that would have totally derailed me and given me a stomach ache. The difference now is that I really want to feel healthy again, and the only way to do that is to stay away from the stuff that I know makes me crappy.

I’m rather spent, so here’s an appropriate meme I found on Pinterest. Fortunately it didn’t apply to me today, but there are always those days …



Happy hump day!

The One About Another Lazy Pinterest Day

This weekend I took a social media break and spent some quality time in Pinterest. Which I understand is a type of social media – the irony is not lost on me – but since I don’t have to actually interact with other online humans, I feel that it is a grey area.

Anyway, since I don’t have a real post planned and my personal life has seemed to veer from a “manageable insane” to “Welcome to Crazytown” in the last 48 hours, here are some of the pins I found amusing, for your amusement.

Real content to come tomorrow. Maybe.



Note: I didn’t get that memo.















The One Where I Sleep, Whole30 Day 2

Yikes, what a morning. It’s Hulk’s first day at his new gig, so things were more chaotic than usual trying to get two full-grown adults off to work rather than just one. Plus, we stayed up late last night hanging out with my little bro and waiting for my sister to get into town. I am sucking down coffee like no one’s business this morning.

I am constanatly battling myself for my need for 9 hours of sleep. I know I’ve complained about this before, and I will continue to complain about it because in our society, sleep is lame. I downloaded a new app on my iPhone called Sleep Cycle during my last W30, and it was a game-changer for me. It tracks how deep your sleep is by registring your movements while you’re out. I plug my phone in, start the app, and stick my phone under the fitted sheet just above my head when I go to bed. In the morning (if I don’t set the alarm) I pick up my phone and it gives me the stats for my sleep. Here’s my data from last night:


As you can see, it took me about an hour to finally fall asleep, and it wasn’t very deep at all. I woke up to Squishy’s babbling just before 7:00 am.

Here was a great night from a couple weeks ago:


Solid 9 hours, deep cycles, and I woke up naturally and refreshed at 6 AM.

As if this isn’t too geek-tastic, you know how most normal humans have an alarm to wake them up? Well, mine tells me to go to sleep. But just like your wake-up alarm, it only works if you don’t shut it off and keep doing whatever it is you’re doing.


I don’t know where I’m going with all of this. I guess all I’m trying to say is I get tired and cranky with too little sleep, and I have various methods to quantify what “too little” is, and techniques in place to attempt to minimize the risk of sleep failure.

Whole30 Day 2:

Hulk made a veggie scramble before running out the door with red onion, spinach, and eggs. Since it was a chaotic morning and I was trying to feed the Squish at the same time I was scarfing my egg down, no picture was taken. But here’s a pic Squishy took of himself when he was playing with my phone.


Backing up to yesterday, I had lunch in a nearby park yesterday. It was sunny and the perfect way to enjoy my potroast-curried-chicken-sweet-potato leftovers. Turns out that was a very delicious combo!


Dinner was, unfortuantely, the honey-baked ham. I thought Hulk was going to go shopping yesterday, but he thought “shopping” was picking up the tea and diaper wipes I texted him to add to the list, and nothing else. Plus, I just can’t get over the six pounds of ham that I don’t want to waste. So I ate it with frozen peas. Since we had a bunch of people over, I didn’t take a picture. But I did avoid the beer and drank sparkling water instead. Note to self: invest in more sparkling water.

I didn’t run this morning like I had planned. Since Amanda is Squishy-sitting today, maybe I can sneak out when I get home for a quick 3-miler. I’ve missed my long runs the past 2 weekends and Sunday I have 5 miles schedule to stay with my half marathon plan. Soooo, I should probably run a bit before then. Plus, I need to work out every day to sitck with at least one of my W30 goals.

About that … I’m probably not going to be 100% compliant. I looked on the can of coconut milk I’ve been using for FOUR MONTHS, and … guar gum. Shit. As I now source a brand of additive-free coconut milk while eating my non-compliant ham, I realized that I need to reassess my W30 expectations.

Last time, I was 100%, to-the-letter compliant. Well, excpet for the coconut milk, apparently. But I followed everything to the letter. I found out my herbal tea had soy lectithin in it and promptly threw it out. When I realized my kombucha drinking was becoming a little no-brakes, I stopped. I avoided most fruit to 1-2 servings a day, and never after a meal, because I wanted to control the sugar cravings. I tried to be very aware of everything I was in contact with – food, styling products, even TV, sleep, and relationships; the whole deal. I enjoyed the challenge immensly and it was great learning all kinds of new facts about what stuff really does to you, but very time-consuming and a little obsessive.

This time around, I just want to enjoy the ride. If I want to go out to eat with friends, I’d rather choose to avoid the bread basket but not worry if my fish was cooked in seed oils. Should Hulk fry my eggs in butter, I don’t want to make a stink about it but rather appreciate the fact that he made breakfast for me. My mom is visiting next week and although this will be her third time visiting us in SF, I’ve yet to take her out on the town. I would like to treat my mom to dinner and maybe a drink at a swanky downtown SF bar.

I realize that these are sound like excuses. They probably are. There’s people that do W30 and attend weddings or birthday parties and avoid the cake. Vacation and maintain compliance. And I know I can choose to do that. But if I can kill the sugar dragon by not having bags of Swedish Fish and cookies in my desk at work, and not stopping by Specialty’s for a sweet roll for breakfast, I’m already miles ahead. It’s these habits I want to break, not stressing about and feeling guilty because I didn’t ask what type of oil the veggies are sauteed in.

I do feel guilty. I know that everyone else is being diligent and following the rules, while I’m picking and choosing which rules I feel like following. But I’m setting myself up for failure if I don’t modify my expectations. I don’t intend on slipping up on the big stuff. I’m not going to eat the cookies I just found in my desk drawer (in fact, I’ve already thrown them away). When we go out, I’m sticking to the plan of meat, healthy fats, and veggies. And there will be no afternoon candy runs. But in the situations where the food prep is out of my control, I’ll do the best I can to be compliant. But I’m not going to freak out if I find out that Hulk fried my chicken with non-compliant bacon grease. I’d rather complain to him about his dirty socks on the floor instead of how he didn’t cook my dinner “right” 🙂

Ugh, sorry. That was verbose. We’ll have more fun tomorrow, I promise!

20130402-121428.jpg (from, via Pinterest)

Oh yes, the fun we shall have!

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