Whole Foods’ Thirsty Thursday

Hiya eaters!

It’s been a long day.

Mother came in today, which meant I was up extra early to meet her at Heathrow. Then we walked to Harrods in the rain, walked around some more, and then I went to work (where I wrote three press releases and packed a handful of boxes in three hours).

I can only imagine how exhausted Mother is with jet lag added into the mix.

So when it came time for dinner, we wanted something easy and cheap.

Enter: Thirsty Thursday at Whole Foods.

This means you get 5 wine/beer and food pairings for £5. The menu theme changes every week and I’m yet to be disappointed.

I’ve done this a handful of times, including the first time with Marisa, a fellow college bloggirl, and it’s always a good, cheap evening out.

So after I got off work, Mother and I met up at Whole Foods to quench our thirst.

The theme for tonight was classic British, which I thought was wonderful for Mother’s first night.

The servers were friendly. Mother was very out going (which I’m realizing is a very American trait).

Mother took this picture. I think she's trying to steal my job.

And overall, the pairings were pretty spot on.

Tonight there was a nice mix of white wine, beer, cider, and a rose.

Mmmmmbeer.

While I’m normally only a fan of beer out of that mix, I did find the others far more enjoyable than I remember them being (except the cider, which Mother rightfully said tasted like cardboard).

Oh, and…

Tuna salad with sweet corn on a jacket potato.

I don’t like tuna salad. I do like oak-free, citrusy white wine (the name of which I don’t remember at all! sorry) with rosemary and thyme.

Roasted potatoes and asparagus with a rosemary, thyme, butter sauce.

Free samples are awesome. Free samples of fancy schmancy balsamic vinegar are extra awesome.

The balsamic vinegar bar at Whole Foods is my new favorite place.

After Mother and I finished our samples, we were still a bit hungry, but not hungry enough for a real meal. So we did the next best thing.

We grabbed a bottle of cheap (but oh so delicious) wine and headed back to her hotel.

There we nabbed a couple of forks and plates, and ate some fried food. While watching TV.

A scotch egg and some baked goat cheese.

And then I drank more wine while laying on her plush bed.

It was so absolutely wonderful. And it almost completely made up for getting hailed on AGAIN today and getting splashed by a bus.

What do you think, eaters:

What’s your drink of choice: wine, beer, cider, or spirits?

What’s your idea of an indulgent night?

G’night eaters!

City Experiences

Hiya eaters!

Is it safe to assume that all of you are back at work today?

Gahh, that must be a bummer. I would like to stay a student forever so I can always have the week between Christmas and New Years off.

Right now I’m on my way back to the Dirty Dirty after a week of NY-bliss.

So in light of leaving the big city behind, I think it’s high time I showed you what I did when I went into the city.

On Friday night, Mother, my aunt, and I ventured in for what promised to be a memorable evening. And believe me, it certainly did not disappoint.

We started the night at The Half King (W 23rd St and 10th Ave), where my aunt’s friend, Greg, is a partial owner and chef.

As soon as we walked in, I knew I would like this place. I absolutely heart with all my heart old oak tables and leather couches, so I was beyond excited.

And then…duh duh duh…I looked at the menu.

The first thing that caught my eye was their diverse beer list. So I started off with a Six Points Sweet Action.

Mmmbeer.

This baby was drinkable, but not like whatever that crappy domestic is. No, this had flavor with a moderate amount of bitterness, but it finished clean.

For an appetizer we all split the Spicy Calamari Salad.

I’m a huge calamari fan and this did not disappoint.

Spicy calamari salad

Flash cooked and marinated with mango, chilis, cucumber, cilantro and key lime.

The calamari was chewy, but not in the gross, rubbery way. And by marinating it with chilies rather than actually putting them in the dish, there was a gradual heat that lingered slightly, but nothing outrageous or overpowering.

I should have saved a couple of bites as a palette cleanser for after…

Apricot Chipotle Roasted Chicken on a Cheddar Maple Waffle.

Murray's all natural chicken roasted with apricot and chipotle, served with sauteed bok choy over a malted maple cheddar waffle.

O’m’gahh! O’m’gahh! O’m’gahh!

That baby was out of this world! The chicken was crazy moist and tender. The apricot and chipotle glaze wasn’t too sickly sweet or sticky and the chipotle played oh so well off of the charred bits of the chicken.

And the waffle…oh the waffle. It had the slightly coarse, crisp texture of a cornmeal waffle, but I don’t think it was. I couldn’t really detect much or any maple or cheddar over the flavors of everything else, but I have a feeling I would have noticed a lacking if it had just been a plain waffle.

Does that make any sense?

Bottom line — this was out of this world!

After dinner, the three of us plus Greg ventured down the block to the real reason for the outing — Sleep No More.

This is a play that’s been getting rave reviews (all the waiters at The Half King kept talking about it) so, of course, we had to see it.

And after experiencing it I have to say…definitely go see it if you get the chance, but don’t go in with expectations.

Ya see eaters, Sleep No More isn’t a regular play. You don’t sit down and watch people on a stage. It’s a four-story “hotel” where you get to walk freely and explore whatever and however you like. There are actors and scenes and a storyline (it’s loosely based off Macbeth), but what you see and the order you see it is all chance.

The four of us split up and none of us saw all the same things.

Oh, and did I mention that everyone has to wear a mask and there’s absolutely no talking, not even from the actors?

Yeah, it’s an experience. But now all of us are dying to go back to see what we missed.

So that was Friday. The next time I went into the city was Monday. Because I had a fever and the only prescription was…Peking duck.

fish market

Yes, this does count as scenery in Chinatown.

And after walking around Chinatown for a bit and enjoying the scenery, we were more than ready for lunch.

We went to the Peking Duck House (Mott St.). It’s one of the cleanest restaurants in Chinatown. And while there might not be many Chinese people eating there (which, as you know, is the mark of a good Chinese restaurant), we all thoroughly enjoyed it.

And if you’ve never had Peking duck before, you absolutely need to because…it’s an experience.

The waiter presents the whole cooked duck to you (head and all). Once you nod, he takes it over to the chef to be carved.

Watching the chef carve the duck is pretty cool. His knife is crazy sharp and it’s almost like he’s not even looking at the duck.

And about 5 minutes later you have a platter on delicious, crispy, juicy duck.

Mmmmpeking duck.

You then wrap these beautiful slices of duck up on a tortilla-esque pancake, top it with cucumber and scallions, then slather on some hoisen sauce.

It's like a duck taco.

It’s delicious. I ate three. I now want more.

With the duck we also split some cold peanut noodles and Chinese broccoli in oyster sauce.

Once I was full of delicious delicacies, I split off from my family and ventured off to meet…

Katelyn!

She's just as awesomely sweet and bubbly in person as she seems on her blog. I want to hang out with her again.

We found out that both of us were going into the city yesterday so we decided to meet up. After a little running around (her family moves fast!) I found her. And then we needed coffee.

We talked blogging, external hard drives, roommates, and internships. And we got scolded by some dude with a stank face for accidentally cutting the line and a barista for sitting on a ledge.

Obviously, we’re troublemakers.

And that marks the end of my big city adventures. You deserve a medal for reading this long. But instead you get…

Questions:

Are you a city person?

What did you do with your day off yesterday?

G’night eaters!

Workout Challenges!

Hiya eaters!

So after I posted last night I went out to da bars (said like “daaaa bears”) and lived it up a little. That translated into me waking up with a half eaten sub on my nightstand and a headache.

Don’t pretend you’re not jealous of my cool college life.

Unfortunately, those weren’t the only things I woke up with this morning. I also woke up with absolutely no desire to workout.

That’s what happens when I’m hungover. So pretty much every Thursday and Saturday occasionally I skip a workout.

And I was very tempted to do what I normally do — the bare minimum for school and then lay in bed and snack all day.

But luckily, during the little bit of time that I did lay in bed I immersed myself in some awesome blogs. And this time of year there’s no shortage of inspiring “get yo lazy ass to the gym” posts and challenges.

The one that I had in mind when I finally dragged my ass out of my oh so comfortable bed was (Kristin) Iowa Girl Eats’ 20 Day Holiday Workout Challenge.

”IowaGirlEats”

She figured out that (at the time she posted it) there are 20 weekdays left until Christmas. And since no one likes to workout on the weekend, she’s challenging everyone to workout every one of those 20 days.

Not being one to give up a challenge easily, I got to the gym. My workout wasn’t stellar. It wasn’t one for the record books. It certainly wasn’t fun. But it was 35 minutes on the elliptical that I couldn’t have gotten if I’d stayed in bed.

AND I even ran walked some errands.

Then, this afternoon I was reading more awesome blogs and came across (Janetha) Meals and Moves’ Dedicated December.

Now I’m not as hardcore as Janetha (I’m not working out on Christmas unless you count the Feats of Strength that Brother and I will undoubtedly battle over), but I’ll take any motivation I can get.

Oh, and the possibility of prizes for working out isn’t too bad either.

This year I have decided to take a more relaxed approach to holiday weight gain. I’m not going to freak out and live off celery between parties (I really don’t like celery). Nor am I going to kill myself in the gym.

I’m going to eat mindfully (a few more fruits and veggies each week) and make sure I don’t skip cardio. So I’m not going over board with these challenges, but I will win everything who couldn’t use a little extra motivation, right?

Especially on the days when it’s so cold that I have to wear pajama pants over my shorts to the gym.

I made a lot of friends that day.

What about you:

What’s your approach to staying healthy during the holidays?

Do you like challenges?

G’night eaters!

WIAW: A Typical Day?

Hi eaters!

So I was thinking about posting last night. Then I was thinking of posting about how I wasn’t going to post. But in the end I realized that I was having such a bad day that no matter what I said I was going to be a Debby Downer and I didn’t want to ruin what I hope was a good day for you.

Was it? Please say yes.

Anyway, today was better. Much better. Let me tell you all about it.

Breakfast:

Green Mountain Coffee and a chocolate chip Cliff bar.

Why am I eating this, you ask?

Because I failed miserably at finishing my ceramics assignment last night (despite spending two hours in the studio), so I had to get up extra early to finish it before my 8:30am class. Hence the portable breakfast.

Lunch:

This was a balanced meal if I ever saw one.

Massaged dino kale with chipotle hummus, lemon, green beans, and red bell pepper.

I picked up the kale on a whim this week because I thought I needed more greens in my life. This little side salad ended up being the perfect match to…

Mama Pea’s tofu fun nuggets!

Tofu fun nuggets with spicy mustard.

I made mine just slightly different than Mama’s original recipe, so I’m not sure if I should post the barely adjusted recipe or just my changes and than tell you to go buy the book.

What do you think? I’m always uncertain about posting recipes from cookbooks.

After lunch I was tempted to run out to the gym. Or do some more work. Or do something, because after going going going non-stop Monday and Tuesday I wasn’t used to sitting still for so long. But than I convinced myself to calm the eff down and give myself time to digest before jumping around. So…I laid in bed and watched TV. It was just what the doctor ‘Baby ordered.

Gym:

Shake-n-Shake

I always drink a Shake-n-Shake on strength training days. What’s a Shake-n-Shake, you ask?

A grande unsweetened ice coffee with soy milk and a scoop of protein. I put it in my whisk bottle (a bottle with a little whisk ball inside) and shake it up. Then I drink half before my workout. Then I shake it up after my workout and drink the other half.

Oh, and today was an upper body and abs day. I learned from my first day of physical therapy yesterday (don’t worry, I’ll post on it soon) that my pelvis tilts too much because of weak abs. This extra tilt is affecting various things which ultimately lead to my knees. So I’m amping up my ab work.

Dinner:

For some reason I’m just not terribly hungry. Also, very little sounds appealing.

Okay, that’s a lie. I really want some chips right now. But I don’t have any, so instead I settled for…

Popping corn with hot sauce and pepper.

This is not like chips. Diet magazines, stop telling people it is.

Oh, and since I needed a little bit more substance since I can feel a thirst coming on…

Chipotle hummus and red bell pepper on Genesis bread.

O’m’gosh, this was tasty. I have a feeling this will be a regular addition to my diet.

Alright, eaters, that’s all I’ve got for you today. While this wasn’t the most stellar day of eats, it is…well it’s not even a typical day of eats.

Frankly, I don’t think I’ve ever shown you a typical day of eats. Nor do I exactly know what I typically eat in a day. I’m okay with that, though, because not only does that keep things interesting, but it also insures that I get a variety of (mostly) healthy foods.

What about you? Do you typically eat the same things or the same kind of things every day? Do you eat three square meals or are you a small meal, grazer type?

I think I tend towards grazing, but it all really depends on my schedule.

Alright…

G’night eaters!

Wholesome Veggie Lasagna

Hello eaters!

Woah boy it’s been a busy day. This is literally the first time I’m getting to sit down and have a moment or two of “me time” since I started at 7:30am. Sure, my workout was technically “me time,” but I sure wasn’t sitting.

Needless to say, I’m pooped.

And sometimes the last thing I really want to do when I come home at 8 with another couple of hours of work ahead of me is to cook dinner. Do you ever find yourself in that boat?

On nights like this (which are usually every Monday) it’s good to have something comforting ready and waiting. Enter: lasagna.

It gets even better when it’s made with tofu ricotta.

It appears that I’m not the only thinking this because lately I’ve seen two bloggirls, Emily and Jenna, whipping up some faux ricotta.

So with a little help from my friends (pleasepleasePLEASE tell me you got that reference! Zoe?), I whipped up a delicious, comforting, light, veggie-filled lasagna.

And really, what more could anyone possible ask for from lasagna?

But really, is there anything else?

Say no. and then say you’ll make this.

Wholesome Veggie Lasagna

1 block tofu, drained

10 oz frozen chopped spinach, drained

2 T nutritional yeast

1 ½ T olive oil

1 T thyme

2 cloves garlic, minced

salt and pepper, to taste

1 box whole wheat lasagna noodles

1 ½ – 2 c summer squash (about 3 or 4), chopped

1 – 1 ½ jars marinara sauce

First, I made the ricotta.

Twin Oaks tofu

I heart Twin Oaks so freaking much!

Both Emily and Jenna used a food processor to blend everything together, but I didn’t bring mine to school. Instead I used my handy dandy pastry cutter to mix and mush the tofu, spinach, nutritional yeast, salt and pepper, olive oil, garlic, and thyme. It worked perfectly.

tofu ricotta

It almost looks like the real thing, right?

Note — If using a pastry cutter make sure you get chopped frozen spinach.

Once the ricotta is ready set a pot of salted water to boil for the noodles.

Add the noodles when the water is ready and set a timer. You’re going to want to cook the noodles just shy of al dente, because they’ll absorb liquids when baking later.

While the noodles are cooking heat a oiled pan over medium-high heat and lightly sauté the squash.

Summer squash and zephyr squash.

The purpose of this is too get out some of the water from the squash to avoid a watery lasagna.

When you get the squash a little soft, it’s time to assemble. So grab your big rectangular pan…

First, a layer of sauce and half the squash. Then a layer of noodles.

You don’t have to cover every inch, but just enough to form a layer. From there spread a layer of the ricotta mixture and the other half of the squash.

I added a very thin layer of sauce before a layer of noodles, ricotta, and a thick covering layer of sauce.

Yes, I realize that my layers are equal or routine. You can make yours perfect and whatnot, or you can realize that as long as there are layers and enough of each component things will taste good.

Once you’re layers are layered, cover the pan with tinfoil and pop it into a 375 degree oven for 35 minutes. Remove the tinfoil and cook for an additional 5-10 minutes. Now dig in.

I served this with a side of simply steamed greenbeans and friends.

Dinner is served.

I rarely cook Italian because, to me, it seems almost a crime to eat Italian alone. So when I made this dish I knew that an impromptu little dinner party was in order.

There may not have been wine, and this may not have been on par with someone’s Italian grandma’s, but it was hearty and comforting and I’ve been eating the leftovers for days.

Yes, eaters, while this recipe may not seem like a good “I’m too tired to cook” meal, the leftovers are. And it can even hang out in your fridge, pre-baked for a day or so, which means that even when you can’t muster the energy to chop and sauté you can have a fresh from the over, family and friend-friendly meal.

And really, doesn’t that sound ah-maze-ing?

Mmm, I’m thinking of more leftovers already. But first, I sleep.

G’night eaters!

WIAW: A Day Early

Hi eaters.

So I’m going to cut to the chase — I’ve had a shitty day.

I know that’s probably not what you wanted to hear, especially after my less than stellar post last night. I’m trying really hard to get my things together and be normal again. And I was for the first half of the day. But now I’m not.

Rather than being vague, how about I just pretend to skip a day ahead (even though I would really like to skip a lot more days than just one) and pretend it’s Wednesday.

Let’s do this thing.

Breakfast:

I went grocery shopping yesterday and didn’t realize until I was already leaving the parking lot that I had forgotten eggs. So I swung by Harris Teeter on my way home. Of course, they didn’t have my usual eggs, but I found something that seemed similar.

While I’m not crazy about the ridiculous amount of packaging, I am crazy about this:

And they were 50 cents cheaper than my usual ones.

A clean dozen.

They cooked up just the same (am I the only one that can tell a difference in the whites of farm fresh eggs and factory eggs?), even though I majorly failed at flipping them. Luckily, I didn’t break a yolk. Until it was time.

The usual.

And it was delicious.

Lunch:

I’ll give you the (borderline not a) recipe for the pita sandwich tomorrow. But can you tell by the random midday beer that my day turned to shit right before this meal?

Yeah…I don’t really feel like going into it. It’s about when manly friend is going to be back in my neck of the woods. It looks like it’s going to be a good bit later than I originally expected. And I’ve been emotioning all over myself all afternoon.

Okay, I guess I did go into it.

After this lunch I ate an apple while running to class across campus in a downpour. I sat in soaking wet jeans for 75 minutes. That didn’t help.

Then I immediately came back to my humble abode and emotioned all over myself some more.

When did I turn into such a crybaby? I have no clue, but I’m not liking it one little bit.

I wasn’t feeling much for dinner. The vegetables I had planned just didn’t sounding appealing, so I made something else.

Dinner:

I made Katie’s pizzert. Well, I customized a pizzert per her suggestion.

I added 1 t vanilla, plenty of sprinkles and coconut to the batter. Then I topped it with plain Greek yogurt, plenty of sprinkles and coconut.

Coconuty comfort.

Of course, I didn’t wait long enough for it to cool before cutting it. So it ended up being more of pilert (pile of dessert) than a pizza, but I really didn’t care.

And I hope you don’t care too much about me skipping a day. I know you probably care about me being a Debby Downer (because I reallyreallyREALLY hope you had a much better day than I), so I’ll try to shake off my funk.

I’ll be better tomorrow. I’ve got some Teen Mom and time with one of m’loveliest lady friends on deck, which will definitely help.

G’night eaters.

Future Fall Favorites

G’evening eaters!

Let me start this post off by saying that I’m exhausted. This is literally the first time I have not been working or running errands or in meetings or at the gym (hot damn, supersets kick my ass like no other) or running from one end of campus to the other.

I’m exhausted. But productive. So all is well.

Well, except for you because right now my brain is mush.

So instead of my usual witty self you’re going to get my list of future fall favorites. Because while I’m trying so hard to enjoy the last few weeks of summer weather, I am getting excited for fall.

First up: Fashion

I’m not super into fashion, mainly because I’m super broke. (Or so I think.) But lately I’ve been dissatisfied with my wardrobe and looking for some new things. The changing of the seasons is a perfect time for that, right?

Right!

And right now I’m really loving pleats.

Anthropology

Maybe I’ve been watching too much Mad Men. Maybe I’m thinking too much about the possibility of a fabulous London internship in the spring. Whatever the reason, I can’t get enough of the idea of big pleated, structured skirts.

With the cooler weather also come boots, and I can’t wait to dig my out of storage.

DSW.

Or until someone buys me these. Or until I figure out how to wear these.

DSW.

But really, how do I, at 5’1”, wear booties without looking like a deranged pirate wench? And please don’t just say with skinny jeans.

Luckily, one thing I know how to wear is scarves.

I heart scarves so freaking much. And maybe I’ll even be able to finish knitting that scarf I’ve been working on since last Christmas.

Baby steps, eaters. Baby steps.

There’s more to cooler weather than clothes, though. There’s also food.

Of course I have a plethora of recipes that I’m dying to make again. Like…

O'm'gosh, I love this soup so freaking much.

Eureka Paprika Split Pea Soup

The epitome of a soul satisfying soup.

Ironically Meaty Black-eyed Pea Soup

And Hot Mess Cocoa, of course.

But I’m not the only bloggirl who can make up delicious fall recipes.

Nope, Mama Pea’s Spicy African Peanut Stew is looking pretty appealing.

And maybe I’ll finally get around to making Emily’s Butternut Squash and Black Bean Chili in a Pumpkin Bowl.

Because there are few things I enjoy more than a good bowl of chili.

Kath’s Sweet Potato Gnocchi made the list, too.

It doesn’t hurt that the farmer’s market has more sweet potatoes than a bloggirl conference could eat in a year. Oh yeah, eaters, that’s a lot of sweet potato.

So all in all, I’m getting pretty excited for fall. And soup. Can you tell?

What are you looking forward to?

G’night eaters!

Guest Post: Zoe

Hi eaters!

I just got back from two nights at manly friend’s lake camp. It was more than a hoot and half. I’ll tell you all the dirty details later, but for now I’ll leave you with one word: outhouse. Mmmm…

And now I’ll leave you in the very capable hands of one of my oldest and dearest bloggirl friends, Zoe.

She’s gorgeous, inside and out. 

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i used to be an exercise bulimic.

it still sounds weird saying it out loud. especially coming from someone who spent her life focusing on life outside of exercise. sure, i spent the ages of three to nineteen playing soccer and sure, i loved PE and general movement. but i never committed myself to regimented exercise.

the long spiral downward started two years ago when, on a trip, i unintentionally lost ten pounds. i shrunk the stomach i always loathed and felt confident for the first time in, well, ever. the new-found feeling was one i did not want to let slip away. so i started running casually, three to four days a week, steadily building up my pace and endurance until running for half an hour (or three miles) felt easy. i felt accomplished, healthy, balanced, and happy.

oddly enough, face book set me off. not magazines. not movies. not television. just a status. a friend’s status about running five miles sparked in me a competitive flame. i told myself i could run five miles. i told myself i could run more than five miles. so i did. i started running six or seven days a week instead of three or four days. if only to combat all the food i took in (which, in reality was less than 1,000 or so calories a day). if only to combat the size of my suddenly too-large thighs (the ones that no longer fit in any pair of pants). if only to combat my stomach, that disgusting pouch i wanted so desperately to simply take scissors to and lop off (um, what stomach?).

other things started too.

i started reading food and fitness blogs.

i turned vegetarian.

i turned vegan.

i lost twenty some odd pounds — really, really fast.

i lost my period.

i lost my social life.

i lost my mind.

and i cracked in mid-summer 2010. i realized crying every day wasn’t normal. i realized constant pain in my knees and hamstrings wasn’t normal. i realized not sleeping, being consistently tired, snapping at people, and not eating wasn’t normal. and, above all, i realized i hated running.

so i stopped. cold turkey.

did it suck? yes. was i anxious? yes. did the need to work out bombard me all the time? yes. all. the. time. remember, i compulsively exercised every single day. do i regret it? not a fucking chance.

if i never stopped running i never would have discovered yoga. i never would have healed my heart and soul. the mind body connection might have remained broken for years. if i never stopped running i would never have discovered rock climbing. i never would have realized movement as its intended purpose: fun. i never would have stopped counting calories burned. i never would have stopped associating movement purely with losing weight. i never would have discovered myself outside of exercise.

have i gained weight? oh yes. when you stop running seven miles a day every day and actually eat of course you gain weight. has it been a struggle? yes. but i cannot tell you how happy i am now. exercise no longer controls my life. i’ve had time to make friendships, follow hobbies, and just live.

these days the majority of my exercise comes from non-regimented forms of movement. i kissed the gym goodbye over a year ago. i traded it in for soulful time on my yoga mat and moments of transcendence on the side of a mountain and peaceful surroundings during a walk. more recently i’ve incorporated a few days of running during the week and not because i have to, but because i want to. i am happy to report i feel no compulsive need to push it further.

if you are struggling, i urge you to let it be. drop the obsession, the guilt, the craziness and only trust. trust yourself and your intuition. it can only guide you to great things when you listen. because if i learned anything, i learned to listen to the body. to figure out what it really wants to be doing. to question the motives behind your exercise choices. i encourage you to ask yourself why you move how you move. i encourage you to be aware of your body the next time you find yourself moving. how does it feel? do you feel in touch with your body? do you feel alive? or do you feel frustrated and detached? keep asking yourself questions and listening to the sensations in your body until you uncover all the answers.

and if you are struggling, know it gets easier. every second. every day. every week. know you will never be in one place for the remainder of your life. there is a way to achieve balance. it just takes a little dedication, patience, and an open heart. you are stronger than you think.

namaste

zoe

 

Guest Post: Laura

Hi eaters! (as Ms. Kara would say).

While she is away having tons of fun with the one who is manly, I am very happy to be filling in today and sharing with all of you Food Baby Blog readers.

Isn't she pretty?

I’m Laura from Scribbles and Sass – where I share my adventures, life, fitness, and dating mishaps. I’d call them tips, but most should probably be avoided. Don’t try these at home.

I’m sorry to say there will be no recipes shared today from me. I’m not a food blogger as much as I attempt sometimes (if you want a kickass GF vegan pancake recipe click here).

After reading about Kara’s diagnosis, I was reminded about my journey for answers and rehab after a bad ankle injury last year.

I was on stage dancing, my ultimate passion, when a fellow performer knocked into me by accident and down I went. Full of adrenaline and a little rage I got up and continued (for two hours) thinking it was just a bad twist. After the show was done, I removed my tights and my ankle exploded. A balloon, right there between my calf and my foot. It resembled nothing with bone structure, but a grapefruit.

I passed up the Emergency room for sleep; it had been a long day and I was convinced with some elevation and Advil the balloon would pop. Sadly, when I woke up the next day, the only thing deflated was my optimism. My first stop was to get crutches, my second was the hospital for x-rays. “Too swollen to see much,” one tech said to me, “but I’m sure it’s not broken.” After a doctor suggested physio and acupuncture as my next step I was quick to find my healer. ..and a good brace.

Many hours of my day looked like this:

Which is really unfortunate when all you want to do is run. I was in a really good place with my fitness, I loved being back on the stage performing, and yoga and running were my yin and yang. What was I to do now? Nothing. Even walking was a chore most of the time. After about two weeks I hobbled with appreciation that I was back on two feet. My downfall was acting like nothing happened. Went to the cottage thinking I’d be able to run down the dock or get into the boat with ease. What a mistake – I realized I needed to commit time to my recovery.

And so it came, my diagnosis day: chipped cartilage, a ligament tear, a compressed bursa.

Like Kara, I also immersed myself in research. I wanted to know everything about my injury and how I could go about fixing it.

There were diagrams.

And lots of photos of recovery.

With acupuncture, physio and rehab in my life on a daily basis the ankle was coming along strong. My fitness, on the other hand, was not. I still couldn’t run since the pain was so intense. Yoga just didn’t spark the same fire in me. I had to try something new, something fun that would take me over heart and soul again.

I tried Zumba since it incorporated fun Latin music, dance and getting sweaty.

I get to take a Zumba class this fall for credit.

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I tried Jukari, because who doesn’t dream of running away to join the circus?

Holy amazing!

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I tried BodyPump, and BodyStep, and BodyFlow, and every other “Body” class my gym offered.

The "Bodies" are pretty intense classes.

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After a while I didn’t need to consciously try anything, because I just started to DO.

Injuries are really sucky things. I still feel pain in my ankle daily, and sharp stabbing, blinding pains weekly. I still can’t really run.

I can have fun with my fitness though, and that is the best part!

 

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Isn’t Laura freaking amazing?! I sure think so.

And I lovelovelove how committed to not only exercising, but to finding an exercise that she loved. 

Anywhoo, I’ll try to get at you tomorrow, eaters, with a post from Vermont, but I’m not sure if manly friend’s “camp” has internet, so no promises.

Later eaters!

WIAW: To Be Continued

Hi eaters!

Here we are at the halfway mark of the week. So let’s get down to business:

Breakfast —

Silk with Lifetime chocolate plant protein mix, Frosted Mini Wheats, strawberries, raspberries, and almonds.

I took a cue from Gabriela and gave my cereal a protein punch. The verdict?

It tasted good! I like the slightly thicker, more chocolaty milk. Unfortunately, it only kept me satisfied for a little bit longer. I was expecting something noticeable, but really I was still hungry too long before lunch time.

I spent my morning walking to Starfucks, sipping an iced coffee while reading, and playing Legos with Sister (who has been in town with Stepmother the last couple of days). After playtime was over came…

Lunch —

Whole wheat tortilla with Daiya cheddar and spinach, and TJ's tomato and roasted red pepper soup with crushed red pepper flakes.

Yes, another quesadilla. This is just a coincidence, really, because I don’t think I’ve eaten one since the picture I posted last week.

This soup was something I found in the pantry on Sunday night when I was looking for something comforting. But I hate pureed, completely liquid soups like this, so on Sunday I poached two eggs in it. (If you poach the eggs in a liquid you want to eat than it’s pretty much impossible to mess them up.) Today I used it as a dip of sorts. Both were really delightful.

Snack —

Mama Pea's cutout sugar cookie.

While surfing Food Gawker (oh how I wish I knew how to take and edit pictures like those people!) and watching Sex and the City reruns on E! (which ALWAYS makes me think deeply about my own relationships), I snacked on one of Mama Pea’s cookies. By one, I of course mean 2-3. And some almonds.

I also drank a lot of water. As of right now, I’ve drank about 2.5 liters. All out of my Smart Water bottle. I know drinking out of a disposable plastic bottle isn’t green, but for some reason this kind of bottle is the only one that gets me to drink lots of water. And I don’t throw the bottle out after every use. Usually a bottle will last me about a month (with plenty of washes and rinses in between) before I have to get a new one. Does that make it a little better?

Dinner —

Who knows?!

I just picked Mother up from the airport shuttle and we have no idea what we want. Lately, I haven’t really been into dinner. All this week it has been an extreme afterthought. Rather than cooking up something delicious and nutritious I’ve been favoring curling up with a glass of wine or beer.

Isn’t that weird?! I love to cook and eat! Why haven’t I been in a dinner mood? Could I be snacking too much during the day?

And keeping with the questions —

Have you ever broken up with someone? Is there ever a right way to break up with someone? What’s the worst way you’ve ever been broken up with?

(Can you tell I watched the “post-it note” episode of Sex and the City today?)

Alright eaters, Mother and I have to make some moves or we’ll end up with a liquid dinner.

G’night eaters!