Since getting married, I’ve LOVED having my own home. I love cleaning it and organizing. And being half hippie, I like doing that without chemicals cleaners. I signed on with Norwex two years ago, and proved to everyone that I don’t make a good salesman. My consultant status has been hanging by a thread for the past year because I can’t get myself to chase people down and beg them to have a party. But I do love using my Norwex products at home! Behold! A small, terrible video of how I very lazily clean toothpaste-spattered mirrors with nothing but a Norwex window cloth. Streak free. It still thrills me after two years!
This half finished painting has been sitting in my office/craft room, untouched for, I don’t know, six months? More? Here’s to hoping I finish it before another six months go by.
Hello again. Nice to see you. It has indeed been nearly three years since I’ve blogged about anything. Catching you up on everything that’s happened in three years is not really a great idea for one post, so I’ll just briefly (hahahaha, we can only hope) introduce who I am right now.
My last initial changed from an M to an N a year ago.
I live with my sweetie in a two bedroom, second floor apartment, with lots of windows for glorious sunlight (Hubby seems exasperated with the number of house plants, but he still bought me another one for Valentine’s day!). We have no laundry room, so Sunday nights are laundry night at my parent’s house. And for company, we have a sweet little grey kitty named Kitty, who loves attention on her own terms and is more crazy than not.
I’m no longer a greenhouse girl/ florist, since paying rent etc. kind of forces one to look for full time work. For now I’m a front-end worker in a deli at a natural foods store, meaning I make sandwiches and smoothies for college students and rich people, package in-house made foods for the sales floor and receive/stock items from a dozen or so local bakeries… plus a bunch of other stuff. I like that it’s busy work, decent pay and benefits, even though it’s not exactly my dream job. The best part though, is that it’s the same store where hubby works! We get to see each other every day, even if we don’t always have the same shift.
I’m hoping to come back to blogging every so often mostly as a creative outlet. This whole sleep-eat-work-repeat thing can get to me, and manifest in frustration which… isn’t a pretty sight. So… here I am. Thank you for reading.
You probably need to click the image and enlarge it in order to read it, but it’s worth the couple of extra seconds. There are a number of young pre/early teen girls in my acquaintance, and every time I hear them talking and criticizing their bodies I want to do something, probably violent, so it wouldn’t be too effective, but just get them to STOP. It’s a generational cycle; Grandma did it, mom did it, so I do it. But it needs to end. I am one of those who wonders how different my life would be today if I had had more confidence, or not even necessarily confidence, just lack of consciousness about my body not being the social norm. Girls need to be allowed to be who they are without worrying that it’s wrong or undesirable or disgusting. (Guys, too, btw. It’s a much more prevalent problem in the female world, since most guys can toss on jeans and a t-shirt and eat whatever they want without thinking about it – but I know from my own family history that not all guys can do that. Young buys with weight problems etc. need to be taught their value is not in perceived attractiveness just as much as girls.)
Let’s see, where was I? Well, to catch up very briefly, since my last post, my younger sister got married, leaving me the last ‘child’ at home, my elder sister gave birth to my niece who is precious beyond words, I wrecked my old Civic and bought another very like it but the color is Tardis Blue, my brother and SIL found that they are expecting in September, I found out that my best friend is moving 1/2 hour closer to me so I can see her on a MUCH more regular basis, I’ve read a number of marvelous books and watched some good TV shows/movies, started exercising with kettlebells, which I love, crocheted a red-riding-hood cape for my niece which is TOTES ADORBS, and recently found that our favorite meat-market has closed permanently! Aaaaa!
And other things, but I won’t overwhelm you. I’m here again because I’ve found myself in the work/blank stare at the tv screen/sleep/repeat rut. I need to do something beside collapse in a brain-dead heap when I come home from work, so I’m going to try exercising it a bit here of an evening. It’s likely that a whopping 2 people will read it, but I don’t really care about numbers… if you do read it and enjoy it, I’m glad. If you don’t, I’ll be here typing anyway, adding to the vast abyss of unread internet content.
Right now, actually, I think I hear my mother returning from grocery shopping… which means I can go make broccoli salad for my lunch tomorrow! Yay for tasty vegetables! Five years ago I wouldn’t have eaten broccoli if you paid me…
21 days in, no grains, no refined sugar/sweeteners, no dairy, no legumes.
It’s actually not hard. Easier than I was expecting. I thought for sure my cheese cravings would come crashing down and turn me into a crazy person, but I find most ‘cravings’ for anything pass in a matter of minutes and I’m fine. The hardest part is STILL vegetables. I started out well, but I’m finding if I don’t take time to prepare a meal, I’ll just grab protein and fruit and skip the vegetables, which is a no-no.
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Okay, so here I am nearly 2 weeks into Whole30. I’m only half way through reading ‘It Starts With Food’, the guidebook, which is more than a guide book. I am very highly impressed with that book. Over the past two years I have read my share of anti-infamatory-type foods books, and this is by far the best when it comes to explaining food-related hormones. We’re not talking about female, moody, boo-hoo hormones, we are talking about the ones that are in charge of your nutrient intake and regulating… well, everything in your body when you eat anything. They explain it in very easily understood terms, and I couldn’t help but think how amazing it would be if this was a high-school text book. What would the American people look like in the next generation if it was taught these read food-facts in school?
Anyhoo, on to my results thus far…
Next month, I’m going to start my first Whole30 challenge. If you’ve never heard of Whole30, check out Whole9life.com for tons of information. My description of it is very clean Paleo diet for a month… get rid of grains, dairy, sugar, etc. for a whole month to re-set your eating habits and, if you don’t know already, discover problem foods that have been making you miserable without you even knowing about it.
I haven’t done Whole30 before, as I said, but I have done elimination diets and already know that ALL THE THINGS they suggest removing are indeed problem foods for me. I finally have come to the point where not eating bread/pasta/crackers etc. doesn’t bother me (my downfall is cookies. *hangs head*) but I still struggle with dairy. Not milk, exactly… I haven’t drank (drunk?) milk in ages, but cheese… or real whipped cream… those things I am still hanging onto for dear life in spite of the fact that I know they make me feel awful and literally make me fat. And sugar. I was doing really, really well with not eating any added sugar in anything until about August this year. Then, my sister moved back home, slowly recovering from a concussion, and the two of us bought a very large bag of peanut M&Ms and sat on her bed watching Doctor Who and eating them every.single.night. until I had completely ruined myself for sugar. Again. There’s something very sad about knowing what food is doing to your body and eating it anyway. I understand addictions, because FOOD IS AN ADDICTION for many of us. Don’t think the junk-food industry doesn’t understand this. Anyhoo, I guess you could say Whole30 is going to be my food rehab. In preparing for it (this sort of thing take a while for mental preparation… jumping straight in is a recipe for failure) I have made myself a list of what I hope Whole 30 will do for me. Goals to keep me going when someone offers me a cookie.
- Loose 10 lbs
- Get back into size 12 jeans comfortably
- Clear up skin
- Mental clarity
- Physical energy
- Regular exercise
- Get back to me before Lyme Disease
See, I HAD those things, earlier this year. I was a size 10, actually, my skin was the clearest it had ever been, I had such mental and physical energy; quite frankly it was the best I had felt in my entire life. Until I got Lyme disease which wiped me out for a couple of months, then I added sugar back to my diet which has kept me there. My sister has had enough of me whining about how fat I’m getting again, and I am certainly sick of feeling awful. So… here we go.
Today I am working on a menu and shopping list. Oh, I wanted to order the book “It Starts With Food” which guides you through Whole30 (trust me, having reference materials to keep you sane and on track is a HUGE help), and I was biting my nails trying to decide if I should buy the Kindle book, ask my librarian to buy it for the library so I didn’t have to shell out (she does that sometimes… it’s nice. 😉 ) or just bite the bullet and buy the hardcover, when I remembered that Amazon had given me a $20 gift credit because they failed to deliver a package the day they said they would. Win! Free book. 🙂
I found out over a year ago, through an elimination diet, that dairy products and my body do not agree. It’s nothing violent; I won’t die if I indulge in a slice of cheddar now and then. However, with any regular consumption, I can watch in shock and disgust as my abdomen bloats and makes my jeans VERY uncomfortable for the rest of the day. And I gain weight. So, yeah, not a dangerous allergy, but I feel better if I avoid dairy.
And I miss yogurt. I used to (actually still do) adore yogurt. Home-made, especially. I would make it all winter long by just setting jars of starter on the cool side of the wood stove in the morning, pop it in the fridge before bed, and the next morning it’s beautiful, smooth, creamy, tangy… add fruit and a dash of stevia and breakfast was set to go. I lost the taste for store-bought flavored yogurt, the flavoring is so fake and it’s always highly over-sweetened. (You know your tastes have changed when you whip up a dessert to take to a friends’ gathering and find out that everyone thinks you forgot to sweeten it. Tastes good to me…)
I miss yogurt.
I haven’t eaten any in months. You will laugh (I hope) when I tell you that this morning, I pulled up an exercise video to help with my neck tension and it made me think of yogurt. It was a yoga video, you see. Yoga, yogurt. Follow? Yeeaaahhhh. So instead of stretching my ligaments, I googled how to make coconut-milk yogurt. Found a recipe that I even have all the ingredients for; simply coconut milk and probiotic capsules (let over from this summer’s adventures with Lyme-slaying amoxicillin). I haven’t made it yet, but believe me when I tell you a jar of it is going in my oven just as soon as I do my yogurt video. I mean, yoga video.
This recipe has nothing to do with the 4th of July or BBQs, unlike all the other food posts the blogging world is producing the past few days.
This has everything to do with chocolate. And friends. I used to make these regularly, before I was stricken with health-consciousness *cough*, and I made them for the first time in a few years to take to a friend’s house recently. They were well received.
The original recipe is from Martha Stewart (or her food editor, or whoever), who makes them in standard sized muffin tins, but honestly, these are so intense and fudgy and rich (yes, I said rich… I’m turning into my grandmother.) that I feel they are best enjoyed in small bits, so I use mini-muffin tins. Anyhoo, on to the goodness.