Gosh, I’ve just been the worst lately. And so has Kitty. You know I love my Kitty. He’s such a Kat. But lately he’s just been a total butt. He’s peed on the couch, and at night he has turned into a Cirque du Soleil performer and is using our bedroom as his custom pop-up tent. WHY? We had a solid two years of just, normal Kitty. Sleep on the foot of the bed or behind my head Kitty. Can we have him back? Because if I have to throw a pillow at him at 3am again, I’m just going to cry.
First – exciting news. I’ve won my very first BLOG AWARD! My dear Cyndi from Healthy A-Z nominated me for a Liebster Blog award. You’ll see the pretty badge on the sidebar. THANK YOU, Cyndi!
Now, I must answer these five questions:
- What 3 words best describe you? Tired, random, hungry.
- What is your favorite clothing item? Embarrassing… My Old Navy yoga pants.
- If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live? St. Martin.
- Knowing what you know now, what advice would you give yourself as a child? Just relax and enjoy being a kid – nothing is that crucial!
- What is your favorite song? Right now, Poison and Wine by The Civil Wars.
I also am to tell you 5 random things about myself. Uh Oh:
- All but one of my baby teeth had to be manually extracted. They were strong and not leaving.
- Obviously, I hate the Dentist.
- Even though I love my baby, I still prefer dogs to babies.
- I enjoy living in new and unfamiliar places.
- Ethiopian food is my favorite.
And now for the fun part – I get to nominate my 5 favorite blogs for a Liebster! Drum roll?!
So, for the nominees, here are the rules!
- Add the Liebster Award image into your post or even on the side of your blog.
- Mention somewhere in your post that I nominated you with a link to my blog.
- Write down 5 random facts about yourself.
- Nominate 5 bloggers for this award.
- Make up 5 questions for your nominees to answer.
- Answer my questions below:
- If you could only eat three things for the rest of your life, they would be?
- What item of technology can you not live without?
- What do you do to relax and unwind?
- Why did you start blogging?
- What is your favorite song today?
And that’s a wrap! How exciting! Thanks again.
I will be back – pinky swear – because I have a recipe for IRISH NACHOS that will rock your Superbowl Sunday. Seriously. Pinky Swear.
And here. Because I got a fancy new camera, and my subjects are adorbs.
Do you have an old email address that you barely use anymore, but that contains a wealth of information from your life over the years? That’s how my Yahoo address. Yahoo kind of sucks, in my opinion, because it’s always getting hacked. I moved away from using it probably six or seven years ago, around the time when Hubs and I started dating. Maybe a year into dating, actually. But prior to that, I had been using it for a while – since high school, really!
Last night I went in and checked it, just to make sure that a real person hadn’t emailed me, and I got sucked into a total time warp! I had saved emails from Instant Message conversations from AOL (hahah!!), pictures of old BFs, old friends, poetry… It was amazing. I also found some cute correspondence between Hubs and myself, and got a load of how intense 21 year old Sarah was. I’m still as verbose, just not quite as dramatic. Motherhood has toned me down. Or tired me out. One or the other.
Gotta love the internet sometimes!
In other news, I am really loving my haircut. It has been a LONG time since I got a haircut that excited me this much – I’m going to venture to say years. It would happen that I find a stylist I love and who is a total STEAL, and we are about to up and move to PA. I can really tell it’s a good cut, because I washed it and blew it out myself yesterday, and it still looks good. I love the volume!
We also went to the black hole known as Target yesterday. I need a few things, that are relatively cheap: white vinegar, cuticle oil, and some pens. I left with more things.
I could not resist. He was just too cute with it. It has a “meow” function as well, that turns all the keys into different meows, and since mimicking Kitty is one of his favorite activities, he basically lost it over that. TOO ADORABLE.
Also, I’m on the hunt for this lipstick:
It’s by Bare Escentuals and the color is Red Zin. I tried it on at Ulta, and it’s the most amazing shade of berry. Wearable for day, for sure. And of course, they had none. And Sephora had none. I instead got Fix by Smashbox, which I’m wearing in the picture above, and I love it too, but I think Red Zin also needs to be mine.
Alright, I better get on my giddy up. I’ve got a phone call at 11 and also need to shower/dress before kiddo wakes up. Sometimes I fantasize about the days when I could do what I wanted to do at any time of the day… 🙂
Have a great one!
Today is day 10 of the Whole30 Challenge, and I can’t even believe 10 days have gone by! We’re still going strong, drinking our green juice, and going to bed early. 🙂
I’m starting to feel great though. There’s a lightness in my body and mind that is very peaceful and nice. I can’t tell you when I last had a full blown craving (OK, just kidding, it was like, 6 days ago. HA). But the point is, I can feel the difference and it’s nice.
However, this leads me to think about one of the hot topics in weight-loss today, which is the all mighty calorie.
Have you ever done something like this?
I have. Many times over.
Is it fun? NO.
Does it work? To a certain extent, yes.
Think about it. If you go from eating a high calorie diet that consists of tons of processed food and sugar, and then suddenly cut your calories down by nearly half, logic tells you that your body is going to release some weight.
But take a look at the food listed on the spreadsheet. Cookies. Fat free, sugar free yogurt. Skim milk. Fruit. That’s ALL sugar. At some point, eating like that is going to catch up with you, and it’s not going to be a joyful reunion. Not only that, but eating a diet that is so severely restricted in fat is incredibly bad for your metabolism and your essential bodily functions. It turns out we NEED fat in order to run our bodies correctly. A layer of fat around our cells is what keeps them healthy and alive!
So what’s this whole thing about a calorie is a calorie? Have you heard this? I have heard it a lot. Basically, a calorie from an apple is the same as a calorie from a Snickers bar. Honestly, this logic is coming from the same people who put up the commercial telling you that your body can’t tell the difference between High Fructose Corn Syrup and other types of sugars – you know, the one where they are all eating in a corn field? It defies all logic and reasoning to say that your body isn’t sophisticated enough to realize that an apple is not the same as a Snickers bar.
But they say it, don’t they? And plenty of people eat a snack-sized Snickers bar instead of an apple. I know this, I used to be one of them!
Let’s go back to the whole calorie counting thing though. Is there a more miserable way to live your life? Is there a more surefire way to turn a teenage girl into an anorexic or bulimic with horrible self image?
Here’s my message to you: A calorie is NOT a calorie.
I know this for a fact. I’m currently stuffing so much delicious fat into my face these days, that my Weight Watchers points tracker would probably malfunction. Even on this Whole30 plan, which is seen by everyone I know as severely restrictive, doesn’t leave me feeling hungry or dissatisfied ever. I am NEVER hungry. Why? Because when I am hungry, I eat.
The burn of a rumbling, empty tummy is no longer a “sign that the fat is leaving the body.”
It just means I’m flippin’ hungry.
And this is why I’m a Health Coach. I discovered this amazing reality for myself, and I want to share it with EVERYONE. ANYONE. Anyone who has tracked every morsel that went into their mouth. Went through dress rehearsals in their heads about dinners out with their loved ones (Ok, I can have ONE bread stick or a glass of wine, NOT both!), binged on vacation because they couldn’t take it anymore and then came home and HATED their lack of willpower and self-confidence.
It’s all OK. Deep breaths.
Here’s my two cents for you.
Cent 1: If you can’t figure out how it was made, don’t put it in your mouth.
Cent 2: Eat your fat. Avocados, coconut oil, olive oil, butter, ghee, nuts, seeds.
That’s my rant for today. 🙂
So, we made it through week 1 of the Whole30 challenge, which logic and others tell me is the hardest part.
- Days 1-4 were the most difficult sugar-wise. I am was a total wreck. I heard things incorrectly, had trouble with cognitive thought, and as evidenced by my blog posts on those days, probably should not have even tried to communicate through writing.
- Food-wise, it hasn’t been difficult. I’ve been cooking up a storm and that’s been cool.
- I ate way too many dates on days 1-4, but perhaps that’s what I needed to do. I find myself “over” the dates, so that’s a nice surprise.
Appetite wise, I find myself eating less. I’m simply not as hungry. I have noticed this with Hubs too, because he’s usually a very hearty eater, so I portion him that way, and these days he’s been leaving some food on the plate (but not the veggies!) In the past two days, I’ve felt a sort of control come over me that I’ve been feeling in varying degrees over the past few months with regard to food. I am in control of the food and not the other way around. I think that the past seven days have really amplified that feeling, and given me the kind of will-power I never had through all my years of dieting. While one can argue that I’m on a very restrictive eating plan right now, it honestly doesn’t feel like it to me. It feels refreshing at this point and I’m exciting to see what this week brings in terms of the way my body feels and works.
In other news, that’s my little guy standing up all by himself. The second he realized he was doing that, he sat down. He’s also learned how to navigate the stairs, which Hubs and I learned this weekend when we suddenly realized our son was nowhere to be found. The little bugger had decided to go up two flights of stairs to his bedroom, to mess with his diaper stash. I don’t think I need to emphasize how much I freaked out. Even now, every time I go upstairs, I think about how he could have died. We now have a gate at the bottom of the stairs, needless to say.
I swear, this kid is on a mission to see how many different ways he can attempt to kill himself.
I’m off to get some school work done. I hope you are all having a great Tuesday!
It’s been a little over a month since my little Bird left us.
It’s taken almost six weeks, but I think I’ve finally realized that she’s not coming back. All this time, it’s felt like she’s been somewhere else, just temporarily, and eventually she’ll just home come and we can resume life as normal. I’m fairly certain that’s why I still haven’t been back to the vet to collect her ashes. It’s too final.
But I suppose I’ll need to do that eventually.
There were many little daily adjustments that had to be made. Daily heartbreaks really. Chloe couldn’t/wouldn’t go down the wooden stairs (carpet were fine), so it became habit for me, when leaving the house, to scoop up Eli, turn and scoop up Chloe, and head downstairs. I kept turning…but there was no Chloe waiting for me to pick up.
At night, I’d feel around the bed for her, or just expect to see her blonde fur. But nothing. No Chloe.
Watching Sammy be depressed was also heartbreaking. How do you explain to a dog that his big Sis is not coming home? I’m glad though, that finally, Sammy does seem better. He’s moving on.
And so am I. I don’t cry every day – although, sitting down to write this post I’ve burst a pipe. I try not to think about her too much, to be honest, because it’s such a helpless feeling.
People have asked if we are planning on getting another dog, and I’m fairly certain the answer is yes. Not yet, but eventually. Sammy really can’t stand Eli, and it would be nice for him to have a shot with a dog who may play with him and enjoy him a little. But that’s what another dog would be – another dog – not a replacement. It’s clear to me that Chloe was my special dog, and I can’t really expect to have another Chloe, because one just doesn’t exist. I get that.
In the meantime, this guy:
Is pretty much being spoiled rotten. He’s getting table scraps (GASP), endless cuddles, and lots of long walks. I can’t really help the spoiling. One of the things that killed me with Chloe, was that I didn’t let her have much in the way of people food, because it messed up her stomach. She LOVED chicken, though, in an obsessive, odd sort of way (one of the reasons we called her “Bird”), and it broke my heart that she didn’t get to eat it as often as she would have liked. So I’m compensating with Sammy, I suppose. Nothing bad for him or processed, of course. But he’s a funny dog who loves his veggies, juicer pulp, and fruit, in addition to whatever meat James is cooking up.
Is also soaking up the extra love. And both of my furry boys have been extra sweet to me, so I appreciate that.
And of course, I’ve got these two:
And now, if you were wondering how the sugar detox is going…
Now you know.
So, one of the most delicious things I ate while in Sonoma were Chilaquiles. There is a huge Mexican population in Sonoma and I didn’t find many local restaurants that didn’t have a nod here or there to Mexican food. The hotel’s breakfast restaurant had several, but the Chilaquiles were my favorite.
A blend of smushy and crunchy tortilla strips, delicious red (Ranchera) sauce, cheese, fried eggs, and a topping of sliced avocado and sour cream – just wow. Here’s a picture of the Chilaquiles from Sonoma.
I decided it needed re-creation. I added a roasted cauliflower side dish that I had made a few nights before with dinner. It needed using and I didn’t see why it wouldn’t work. It was yummy. In place of the cauliflower, I’d recommend using black beans, any sauteed veggies, etc. You can’t really go wrong.
Kitchen Sink Chilaquiles
Serves 2, perhaps. 1 with a huge portion. You can do it.
1 can red (Ranchera) sauce. Or your favorite salsa or enchilada sauce.
2 Handfuls of tortilla chips. Your choice.
2 Organic eggs
1 cup shredded cheese (I used sharp cheddar. You can use any kind!)
1/2 cup filling of your choice (black beans, leftover veggies, etc)
Sliced avocado or Guacamole
1/2 cup full fat yogurt or Sour cream
Cilantro for garnish
Turn on your Broiler.
In an oven safe dish, place your chips in an even layer at the bottom, and cover with some of the ranchera sauce. Don’t drown them, but do coat them.
Place under the broiler for about 5 minutes, until the sauce is hot and has somewhat seeped into the chips. Remove from broiler.
Cook your eggs until they are ALMOST to your desired doneness.
Top your tortilla chip creation with whatever filling you want. I used the cauliflower. Top with half the cheese. Gently slide your eggs on top. Add the rest of the cheese. Pour more ranchera sauce over the top.
Place in the broiler just until the cheese is melted.
Top with sliced avocado or guacamole, chopped cilantro, and your cream. I mixed full fat yogurt with a little lime juice and salt to create a Crema. It was good. I didn’t have sour cream.
If you wanted to know how I was feeling on any particular day, you could ask me. Or, more effectively, you could show up at my house unannounced. As you walked into my kitchen, saying things to yourself like, Gosh, why did you pick white cabinets if you didn’t plan on wiping them down every year or so? and Holy crap, did a football team just play a quarter in your family room? Or Are you conducting a science experiment in your sink using every single dish in the neighborhood? you might realize that I’m not feeling my best.
It’s just a fact of my existence: when I’m emotionally messy, so is everything around me. Eli doesn’t help. Really. At all. It was a major fail on my part to purchase 150 colored plastic balls. Major.
But it’s mostly me.
There are a few things going on in life that have got me a bit harried. They aren’t bloggy things. Oh, pick up your jaw. Yes, there are some things that I don’t think are appropriate to share with all my friends, family, and internet buds here on the blog. For example, I don’t tend to discuss my sex life. Politics or religion. And believe it or not, one or two things that happen in my day don’t always make the cut.
But, I have a point here, because while I’ve noticed myself getting more and more messy and less and less interested in checking that Evernote list off, I have also been proactive and approached the issue from a different angle.
Do you do this? I’m sure some of you do.
I have a few memories of meditation. One was when I attended an all-girls Catholic school in Connecticut. Our Theology teacher took us on a guided meditation in class, where we envisioned warm milky light spreading across our bodies. I can still feel that if I think about it, the peace, the whiteness. It was lovely. But that was truly 14 years ago.
The other day I decided to give meditation a shot. I cranked up some zen music on my computer, put the timer on 8 minutes, closed my eyes and got my Om on.
Why 8 minutes?
Well, 10 seemed like too much of a commitment. 5 seemed like not enough of one.
For the first 4 minutes, my mind raced like it would find a prize at the end of the track. Things I need to do today. People who irritated me. Did I call the groomers? Did Eli go down for his nap at 10:12 or 10:20? Etc. Etc. It was insane. But then, suddenly, I stopped. I relaxed my jaw. And I focused some love on people in my life who need it.
By minute 8, when the music faded out, I felt refreshed and re-focused. I felt a lot of love too. I wrote down a few sentences that had been swirling and looping through my mind during those last 4 minutes, and patted myself on the back.
I think I will continue to do this daily. 8 minutes is really not a huge dent in Eli’s nap time/my time, and I have a feeling that with continued practice, I’ll be able to train myself to relax my mind more efficiently.
Do you guys do this? I want to hear about your thoughts and experiences!