Going Granola

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Well folks, it appears I’m going to have to grow out my armpit hair and wear Birkenstocks (with socks) because I’m going granola on this bitch.

I’m a fairly laid back kinda gal so I never really buy into anything too quickly. It takes quite a bit to get me to join a bandwagon but the more I research healthy eating habits the more scared I get.

Example? Sure…

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If I can’t simply buy stuff from the grocery store and feel confident that I’m actually getting what I paid for then what the hell am I going to eat?

It’s hard enough trying to keep track of the amount of food you eat and the amount of sodium it contains along with the amount saturated fat it might have without having to worry about the amount of toxic crap you might also be eating.

I really wish I could just bury my head in a hole full of Little Debbie cakes and pretend like I had never heard a word of this.

During this weight loss process I’ve gone on and on about how I have PCOS a hormonal issue that makes me fat, grumpy, pimply, depressed and… well, gross. I’ve done tons of research on PCOS trying to figure out what the heck is wrong with me. What I’ve found is that the medical community is still a little stumped by this “new” phenomenon because in truth it has only recently been given its own place in the diagnosis world.

They don’t know what causes it but after reading about all of the years I’ve spent eating crap I’m wondering if it isn’t due to all of the processed foods we eat as Americans.

Because of this Brent and I have decided to cut out all processed foods and only eat meats and dairy that hasn’t been treated with any hormones or antibiotics.

This isn’t cheap. In fact, my wallet cries…

Let me give you a little back ground on how cheap I am. I drive a 2001 Toyota Camry that has over 200,000 miles on it. It’s a looker with a dent on this side from where two firefighters got into a wrestling match over who would sit in the front seat AND the driver’s side door handle has been broken off due to a too strong dude (my husband) forcing it open when it was frozen shut in the mountains.

My husband has been dying to get me a new car but I have insisted on staying home with Penelope while she is little and would rather drive a hoopty than send her to day care at the moment.

We’ve been toying with going all organic for a while. We would start, only to back off due to the price of this lifestyle. However, all of the signs keep pointing to the fact that we can’t just simply keep turning a blind eye and eating the stuff we grew up on simply because change sucks.

I mean, what kind of world would we live if it wasn’t safe for a kid to enjoy Doritos with their peanut butter and jelly sandwich?! (look at the GMOs in your snack list)

After going back and forth we finally decided that it was time to bite the bullet. It wasn’t a matter of buying into all of the hype. It was a matter of investing in the well-being of our family and our health, short-term and long-term.

My friend Andrea was on the ball much sooner than I was. In truth, I always envied her resolve but also found it to be a bit odd at the same time. As I’ve stumbled upon all of this new information I flood her with questions on how she does it. That’s when she lent me her book, “Food Rules” by Micheal Pollan.

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It read it one day during Penelope’s nap time. After getting through the first chapter you just fly through the rules that he provides for you. I have to tell you, it all makes sense.

Andrea has been following these rules for quite a while and I always wondered how she managed to bake goodies on the weekend and not gain any weight. I felt like she had found the perfect balance and was gracefully going through life with the secret that I would never uncover.

Now we all know that it doesn’t matter what I read… I’m still going to be a hot mess. But it doesn’t hurt to add a little more knowledge in your arsenal of things to worry about. Okay, so it hurts a little.

In my quest for knowledge I keep stumbling upon information about GMO’s (genetically modified organisms). The more I read about it the more I feel like I’m in a bad science fiction novel. This stuff truly scares me.

Recently my friend Tony informed me of a protest that is to take place in Denver against GMO’s. I keep asking myself if this stuff scares me enough to pull me out of the suburbs to participate in a protest.

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Honestly, when I first saw this flyer my first thought was, “Good I won’t have to worry about this for much longer because other people will take care of the problem for me.”

(What? I didn’t overweight by being proactive.)

There is a big part of me that really wants to go to this. I’ve never been to a demonstration because I tend to be a pacifist. I don’t want to take the kids with me because Penelope is a teething nutcase and my odds of going depends greatly on Brent’s schedule for that day but the more I think about it the more I want to be there.

There is no telling if I’ll actually make it or not. If I do go I won’t be wearing Birkenstocks and I’ll probably shave my armpits if I have the time because I was only kidding about that earlier.

Regarless of whether I go one thing is for sure… Granola’s got a whole new look to it that includes cars fill with carseats, yoga pants, and a little bit of suburban house wife swagger.

What do you guys think about all of this stuff? If you were in Denver would you go to this thing?

The Worm Whisperer

So, we’ve made it pretty clear that I am the crappiest gardener there ever was. But I still haven’t let that little fact get in the way of my gardening plans for the summer.

I spent the majority of my weekend enjoying the little things that make me so happy… like playing in dirt.

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I always feel so bad when I come across a worm that I accidentally cut in half. As I was planting my daisies I found one hanging onto the bottom of the roots. So I greeted him by saying, “Oh hey there little buddy! You just found yourself a new home.”

That’s when my neighbor cleared her throat to let me know that she was standing at my gate to chat. (I’m just glad she didn’t walk in on me cussing out her wiener dogs.)

When I turned my head to talk Penelope took advantage of the time to taste our garden goodies. The only problem is that we don’t really have any garden goodies yet. I’m just hoping she didn’t get a chance to eat any of our little friends.

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 (She got quite ticked off when I didn’t let her finish her snack.)

All of my other attempts at keeping her safely preoccupied didn’t last very long either…

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But they were sure cute!

Despite the frequent melt downs I managed to plant my cottage garden at the side of the house.

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I was inspired to get a move on when my daylilies made their appearance at the top right of my garden. The gladiolus are following closely behind in the back right. They’ll be joined by…

Daisies

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Delphiniums

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and my personal favorite…

 Irises

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As I was planting I looked over to see that somebody was watching me.

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This little guy was SO cute! But my strawberries are never going to make it with this fuzzy little guy around. So I’ve already bought some liquid fence on amazon. Let’s hope it works because I don’t want to have to get all gangsta on a bunny.

My strawberries will thank me later and so will my tummy.

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I’ve also planted my pumpkin seeds…

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Scout decided that those mounds looked like great fun! It would be like a treasure hunt. So he dug through looking to see what he might find. Needless to say, the only thing he found was trouble.

I’m planning on planting a few more vegetables this week but I’ll wait to plant my heirloom tomatoes until I’m sure it will be warm enough. Until then they’ll have to look out the window waiting for their chance to play with the big kids…

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In other news I did my first crossfit workout since the back injury and it was all good! I think I’ll be okay to pick up where I left off. I’ve got to do something bad ass to counteract my granny tendencies of throwing out my back and taking pictures of flowers… It’s all about balance, you know.

How was your weekend? Did you get a farmer’s tan like I did?

Week 20 Weigh-in

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So I have some good news and some bad news. I’ll start with the bad so that I can end with a little redemption.

A few days ago I had gone to my doctor’s office for a blood test to see how my hormone levels were. Since I suffer from PCOS my doctor wanted to know if they needed to send me to an endocrinologist for further analysis. It took five minutes, I walked in walked out and was good.

Yesterday I was driving home from dropping Bridget off at school and got a phone call from a number I didn’t recognize. When I answered it was Maria, my doctor. We had met doing crossfit together, there’s a bonding that forms during those WODs  so we’re on first name basis. (I’m sure you understand.)

Maria is never the one to call me. Usually it’s another person in the office.

Immediately she started off with, “Nina, I’m calling to talk to you about your high cholesterol levels…” I don’t remember what else she said immediately after that.

While she was talking my brain was talking to me at the same time. “Cholesterol levels? What the heck is she talking about? She must have grabbed the wrong chart and accidentally called the wrong person.”

I wasn’t prepared to hear any of this information so I didn’t absorb as much as I wish I had looking back. I caught a number in the 240′s and some other numbers. She said that the level was so high that they would normally recommend putting me on medication but since I’m a young woman (32) they try not to do that in case I were to get pregnant.

At this point I said something like, “Whoa, whoa, whoa… this is too weird! I’ve been eating as healthy as possible and working out whenever I can. I’ve dropped thirty pounds since Christmas. This doesn’t make any sense.”

That’s when she delved into the fact that it could just be hereditary. She asked me if it was. The truth is I only know half of my genetics. My dad isn’t my biological dad. He met and married my mom when I was really young and took over from there. I’ve been told that I’ve inherited his smile but that had nothing to do with genetics. As far as my biological dad is concerned I know… well, nothing.

Maria told me that she would send me some literature on what I can do diet and exercise wise and that we would schedule an appointment three months down the road to check it again.

I got off the phone with a blank face, totally confused by what had transpired.

I shared the news with Brent when I got home and he reassured me while simultaneously googling ways to lower cholesterol. The only thing I could possibly do differently was eat less meat. If I have ground beef I eat only the leanest I can find and for the most part I eat chicken.

If I had received this news at the very beginning of my weight loss journey I wouldn’t have found it to be such a shock. At this point I don’t really know what else to do.

You know that saying “It only matters what’s on the inside”? Well apparently my insides belong to that of a middle-aged man with a prominent beer belly.

I did some research and found that women who suffer from PCOS are at a risk for developing high cholesterol among other things that turn you into a troll (no offense).

I’ve been working on going from this…

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Back to this…

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So I did what every respectable daddy’s girl does… I called my dad.

He told me that when he refused to take medicine for high cholesterol his doctor recommended a few supplements… Niacin and Red Yeast Rice.

I immediately went to Whole Foods and found a combination of the two with CoQ10 a strong antioxidant that is supposed to support lowering your cholesterol.

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I felt so much better after talking to my dad and having something that might be able to help solve the problem. We’ll see how it goes. Until then keep your fingers crossed for me.

In other news, I’ve turned into quite the hottie over the past few days.

Have you ever noticed my subtitle, “An Attempt At Keeping My Thighs From Eating My Shorts”? Well, I wasn’t kidding.

However, these days my gams are looking quite nice if I do say so myself. Nice enough to buy a new pair of shorts to hold me over until I hit 187. That’s when I’ve earned another trip to Lululemon.

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Please don’t judge the smudges in my mirror this was an impromptu pic (at least I’m not doing the duck face).

This picture was actually taken right after I had jumped on the scale to find that I weigh 192.4. That’s such a great number considering my most frequent form of exercise has been walking to Starbuck’s for iced coffee due to my back injury hiatus.

This high cholesterol business sucks but the silver lining is that I’ve got more than my vanity to worry about at this point. If I keep fighting the good fight then I’m certain that things will eventually fall into place.

Enough about me… how was your week?

Opposite Day

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Do you remember being a kid and declaring a day as “Opposite Day” so that you could piss off your mom by doing the exact opposite of what she told you to do?

This is a genius move as a kid. Because when you got in trouble for not obeying you could simply shrug your shoulders as if the situation was out of your hands and say, “But its opposite day.”

I kind of feel like life is playing this little trick on me at the moment but instead of being incredibly annoying it’s actually worked out in my favor.

Today when I woke up I had this overwhelming feeling that I was pretty awesome. No, not pretty awesome… really awesome.

I have no idea why I felt this way because in the past two weeks I have managed to crash my car, throw out my back and break my dishwasher… that’s not awesome.

When I first started writing this blog I was looking for this moment to arrive. I thought it would happen when I weighed forty pounds less, was immaculately dressed and incredibly organized.

None of that is actually the case but I didn’t want to waste time thinking about that because moments like this are fleeting. So instead, I took a moment to revel in my imperfect glory.

While I was enjoying how awesome I was I decided to jump on the scale and take a sneak peek to see how bad the damage had been since I haven’t been able to workout due to my back injury. I blinked three times when I saw that number because there was no way that it made any sense. I know I’m not supposed to equate how awesome I am by any type of number but it definitely confirmed that things are going my way even when things aren’t really going my way.

I know… I’m just as confused as you are.

Since it was opposite day, I decided to go to the gym and fit in a workout even though I haven’t officially been cleared by the professionals. I didn’t lift any weights but I did get to do a bit of cardio. I had no idea how much I missed sweating on purpose… gross but true.

Then I went outside and picked a ton of weeds another no, no… I’m such a rebel.

I’m sure tomorrow things will go back to normal. That’s when we’ll find out how my back feels.

Keep your fingers crossed, will ya?

 

Summer Time Anticipation

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You know that feeling of anticipation you get when you’re reading a really good book and you just can’t wait to see how it turns out? Well, I have that now… only I’m not reading a book.

I just feel that way about life at the moment.

This time of year tends to bring the best out of me. I just can’t stop thinking about all of the fun things we can do this summer!

I’m just so EXCITED!

Bridget feels the same way so we decided to make an advent calendar to count down the days until school gets out.

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It doesn’t matter how excited we get for summer we will inevitabley come to a point where we’re sick of it and we can’t remember all of the fun stuff that we were planning to do during our time of anticipation. But this year is going to be different!

Instead of taking something out our summer advent calendar we decided to put something in. For each day of May Bridget is writing down a summer time inspired activity that she can’t wait to do and placing it in this glass jar. That way when she can’t think of something on a really hot boring day she can pick something out of this jar for inspiration. We’ll call it a ”boredom drawing”, if you will.

So far she’s come up with ideas like…

  • Play flashlight freeze tag
  • Have a back yard campout
  • Have a Sandlot themed slumber party
  • Walk to Magill’s for ice cream
  • Go hiking
  • Hunt for tadpoles, frogs or crawfish in a creek
  • Have a cream pie war
  • Have a shaving cream fight

This list goes on and on.

I’m actually pretty proud of this idea. If you haven’t already noticed, it’s not everyday that I’m good at this whole motherhood business. So I feel like this is a sort of motherhood slam dunk if I do say so myself ;)

To be honest, Bridget and I have been scrambling to find common ground since she’s entered the realm of the “tween”… It’s a scary place.

She used to be my little partner in crime but now she’s too cool for that. I’ve been clinging to the golden days when she didn’t want to wear makeup or say things like, “I was like… uh, wow. Seriously?!”

But yesterday was Mother’s Day and she gave me the perfect gift… a day filled with all of the things that we used to do.

First we headed to the farmer’s market located by our favorite book store, The Tattered Cover. It was perfect outside and the smell of kettle corn was in the air.

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Notice the uncomfortable tween stance.

We walked around tasting samples and smelling flowers. We bought breakfast at a norwegian pastry stand and headed inside the Tattered Cover for some iced drinks.

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Bridget likes the iced chai tea latte and I got an almond milk iced latte. Bridget grabbed a few magazines and headed for the kid’s section while I browsed for some “must reads”.

I usually come up with an adult book list…

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And a kids/young adult book list every time I go…

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(Just to be clear, both of these lists are for me.)

I can’t afford to buy all of the books that I want to read AND I’ve chosen to boycott any type of reading device. So, after I collect these pictures I sign up for the waiting list at the library. Every time I get a notification that something is waiting for me I get that giddy feeling like it’s Christmas.

I prefer it this way. You can’t smell a reading device or see the left over signs from other readers on it, like a smudged chocolate thumb print or the remnants of tanning oil. (It sounds very unsanitary now that I say it out loud) But there’s love left over in a good library book that you just can’t get from technology! Plus, if books are extinct than book stores will be too and that would be a travesty. So that means I have to buy coffee or tea every time I go AND I’m given the perfect excuse to splurge every now and then on a good book.

There’s just something about summer that triggers the reader in me. It must be because as a child if I wasn’t living at the pool then I was dropped off at the library to entertain myself instead. Ahhhh, I can still feel the air conditioning…

In recent years we had finally hit the stage where I could sit by the pool reading my book while Bridget took off on her own but these days I’m back to square one again. There will definitely not be any reading by the pool for quite a while now that Penelope is in the picture. But I’m so excited to frolic in the baby section once again and save the reading for nap time.

When we got home from the book store, yesterday. It was time for Penelope to take a nap. So as another Mother’s Day gift Bridget stayed inside to do her laundry and listen for her sister while I sat outside in my bathing suit listening to music and drinking a beer.

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As I laid out there my thoughts drifted back to this whole weight loss business. Throughout this whole process my goal was to be comfortable in my skin by the time summer arrived. When I first started this journey I was sure that I would have almost reached my goal by now and in a way I have. I’m nowhere near where I want to be but at the same time I’m feeling pretty good about myself.

It’s funny, but I never feel better about my body than I do during the summer. I practically live in a bathing suit. It doesn’t matter how much I weigh, I flaunt what I’ve got with the attitude of…”If you don’t like what you see then quit staring!”

In other words, I OWN IT!

I wish I was like this year round. It’s strange, but as soon as the temperature drops and the sweaters are taken back out I start to worry about things like love handles and muffin tops all over again.

I can’t explain it, so I won’t. Instead, I’ll put my bathing suit on again for another round of… Penelope is sleeping so I can sit outside and traumatize my neighbors read a book.

Oh and that whole bit about the suntan oil stains being found in the library books… those are probably from me ;)

What’s your favorite thing to do during the summer???