You Got the White Stuff, Baby

December 13th, 2010 | Posted by Alison Spath in Parenting - (12 Comments)

This was one of those “Homeschooling Rocks the (Gingerbread) House!” kind of days.

Clipboard

For the third year in a row, the girls and I hit up the annual Gingerbread House exhibit at The George Eastman House – a local museum that hosts this high fructose architectural extravaganza every year.

Gingerbread days of yore, we’ve come to this event with friends – but this year it was just us three Weeds gals, which meant we were all a bit less overstimulated, not quite so bossy and a lot less screamy to boot.

When we were offered the opportunity to partake in the Gingerbread Treasure Hunt upon admission, the biggest little gal of our trio snatched up that clipboard up like she was a high school cheerleading coach ready to holler out who made the squad and who got cut.

And hey – anything that gives us a reason pay closer attention to detail, a chance to practice writing our numbers and allows me to feel like we aren’t just screwing off most days here gets two thumbs up from me.

checking it twice

The best part about this sort of thing is the reminder that kids have a natural inclination toward learning – no prodding needed.  When you let their curiosity and tendency toward the unknown lead the way, learning happens all by itself in all sorts of ways.  Problem solving, critical thinking, planning, backtracking, learning from our mistakes – opportunities for experiencing these concepts present themselves without even trying.  It’s just a matter of getting out into this world and living in it.  Learning can be effortless and fun and even feel like a piece of cake – or a hunk of gingerbread house, as the case may be.

So let’s just see where this treasure hunt takes us, shall we?

The Nut House!

Nut House

Right this way gang!  They’re waiting for us.

A cute little cottage.

Cottage

Awww, meeeee too!

I Dig Gardening

Classic Gingerbread.

bright house

Oh. You have a cat.

Cat

Good luck with that.

Farmer Insulin says “Eat Local”!

Eat Local

Why sure.  And hey, we just so happen to be heading over to the sugary replica of our local public market next anyway!

Public Market

Dang, that’s a good price for bananas.

Good Price

Excuse me – ma’am?  I simply must know where I can get a scarf like that!

And a juice bar!?

Juice Bar

I have totally underestimated the healthy living values of Marzipan Penguins.  I’ll take a green lemonade on the rocks – extra ginger, hold the garlic.

Taking my juice order.

Checking Them Off

Get it right, kid.  And don’t forget I said extra ginger!

“Please Do Not Touch”, that’s nice…

please_do_not_touch

but I’m afraid we need a sign that says “Please Do Not Lick” either.  Not that I’m naming names of course.

Candy Vegetables

(Maxine.)

Historically we’ve gone to this exhibit and then run home all sugared up with ideas and inspiration to make our very own Gingerbread house.  Lots of fun, but you know what?  We just don’t need it.  This year I made the executive decision to skip the confectionery construction phase of our little tradition because a.) I’m feeling even more leery toward sugar than usual these days and 2.) they probably would have assaulted me with Barbie Grenades and My Little Pony Missiles if I told them we were going to go home to make a Sprouted Grain House and decorate it with raisins, cashew butter and apple slices.

And you know what?  It was all good.  Nobody batted an eye when I said “Not This Year” to the DIY Gingerbread House Project of 2010.  We skipped the corn syrup decorations from bulk candy and any gratuitous white stuff and still managed to enjoy our little tradition together.

A homeschooly, Girls Day Out made the day sweet enough – no extra artificial colors, sweeteners or sugary crap needed.  How do you like them apples?


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I love that Phyllis Diller quote:

Cleaning your house while your kids are still growing is like shoveling the walk before it stops snowing.

Messy Playroom

I feel like this quote gives me permission to not clean up because, meh – why bother?  The toys just keep raining down anyway! Might as well just shuffle through the piles until the mom toy plow comes through to box it all up to donate, right? Right.

So thanks for that one Phyllis – mega time saver and guilt reliever to boot.

This snow-toy analogy has come to mind more than once these past few days because it has NOT! STOPPED! SNOWING! Yet I’m out there anyway, shoveling the walk and driveway – flakes falling from the sky just to spite me, continuing to collect on the ground, pretending they don’t see me as I heap their fraternal twin sisters off the pavement into piles with all the rest.

Snow

It hasn’t snowed today though of course – the day I sit down to share the shocking news about continual snowfall here in upstate New York in December.  Those snow clouds knew I was going to write about the fact that it hasn’t stopped snowing in days and decided to try and make a fool out of me.

Well you know what snow?  Screw you! I can make a fool out of myself without any help from you or anyone else!

Actually, I hate it when people complain about the weather.  I hate it even more when people personify the weather.  This is where I shut up about the snow before this is mistaken as a complaint or before you catch on to the fact that I have been speaking about the snow like it was a real, live, mean-spirited person.

(But it is.)

No, I’m not complaining about the weather!  And yes, I know the snow is an inanimate object (that moves) with no real feelings or thoughts and does not spend all of its spare time plotting against me.

(Except that it does.)

This nonsense snowballs nicely into The Primal Blueprint a la Mark Sisson of Mark’s Daily Apple and my book de jour that I’m currently devouring:

Primal Blueprint

Mark’s stance on exercise and the fact that we don’t need to be cardio maniacs in order to be fit and healthy or even lose weight for that matter is pretty timely.  With all the snow removal I’ve been up to I haven’t felt the least bit guilty counting “an hour of snow shoveling/fist shaking at the sky” as my daily activity/workout for the past couple of days here.  Walking, lifting, pushing, shoving – how very caveman-ish of me!

Another step toward caveman-dom (new word!) would be that I’ve decided to catch myself a new kind of fish.  “Catch” from a can mind you, but I could still catch it if you would just pick up that can there and throw it at me.

Sardines

Yes!  Sardines!  Listed in the Primal Blueprint as one of the healthiest sources of fish… what the hell, I’ll try anything once.

But wait.  Sardines?  Really?  Even when I was a mindless meat eater, fish was never my forte.  You need to understand that I’m trying really hard not to grimace and retch and convulse on the floor here people now that the can is actually in my possession.  I’m scared.  Hold me.

Nope, not gonna chicken (of the sea) out on this – time to put my big girl panties on and belly up to this small can o’ fish.

Sardines, Not Tightly Packed

You know I have to say I’m a bit disappointed at how loosely packed in these guys were given that famous sardine cliche (the same cliche I strongly resisted for the title of the post by the way – you’re welcome).

So this is how a sardine sandwich landed on the (adult) lunch menu here today.

My premier attempt:

Sardine Salad

  • 1 can of sardines *twitch* packed in oil, chopped
  • 1/2 an avocado *swoon* cubed
  • 1/2 a red pepper *kissy noises* diced
  • a dollop of 2% Chobani greek yogurt *mayo or veganaise would work too* to bind it all together
  • a dash of pepper *sneeze* and salt

(Made two servings.)

The Primal Blueprint gives grains – sprouted or otherwise – a big thumbs DOWN. It seems that any book you read about health and nutrition has its “thing” that is pure dietary evil and is going to make your internal organs self destruct.  Thus, much like any advice, I’m taking this aspect of the Primal Blueprint with a grain of… wheat.  I mean hellllooo – I’m eating sardines here Mark! This is monumental!  I need something old and familiar to help choke down this chum!

Sardine Salad Sandwich

Sardine salad – mashed between two pieces of toasted Sesame Ezekiel with mustard and spinach, plus a side of steamed broccoli.

Post sardine lunch consensus?

Survey says: Not Too Shabby!  No twitching or retching or convulsing to speak of!  I think we call that lunch time success, don’t we now Phyllis?  I think we do.


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Cash Rules Everything

December 5th, 2010 | Posted by Alison Spath in Life - (9 Comments)

My camera has seen better days.

Better Days

And no, taking this picture could not wait even a single second for me to take off my hat or jacket.

Apparently the front cover of my camera lost its lust for life about a month or so ago.  It’s barely holding on here.  I had to resort to rubber bands, hair ties and super glue to hold it together.

These materials were doing a fine job of getting my camera through its tough time – and I was especially appreciative of the fact that they saved me from the snotty “Lens Error. Restart Camera. (You Jerk.)” message it would give me whenever the lens got caught up in the front cover.

But then things started to get a little hairy. I’m thinking now that super glue was probably not my best idea ever.  I was concerned about the possibility of ADHD when I noticed it was starting to act up and had some trouble focusing… how long can I pretend it’s always made those fun new clicky sounds?

Then Camera decided it didn’t like to download pictures when the face was being held on – probably a little too tightly – by the aforementioned bands of rubber. The super glue gave up its hold weeks ago, but I still had to undo rubber bands every time I wanted to download the contents of my camera to my computer.

I did not like this.

Not only did I have to take the rubber bands off every time I went to download pictures, I would have to hold Princess Camera just. like. so. to get it to comply with my demands.

Hold Camera

And for crying out loud DON’T even think about MOVING the hand that is holding Camera when it’s downloading! This make Camera very angry! This make Camera turn Computer against you too! Suddenly the computer is in on this new plan to electronically torture me. Nope, sorry Human, not recognizing your USB device now. Ask again later – in binary code.

Well, you know what Point and Shoot? I’ve been wanting something a bit fancier and schmancier for a while now. Keep it up Camera and I’m gonna shop around.

Now, I love threats as much as the next guy, but we don’t exactly have wads of $100 dolla dolla bills y’all just laying around to make good on this claim. I can’t just run off to buy a new camera the moment my PowerShot SD 960 starts to write me ransom notes in the night.  Especially during the happy, happiest season of all.

Or maybe I can.

Because then as if on cue, someone pointed out to me that the price of gold is currently quite high right now, and you can get yourself a pretty penny if you’ve got some of the sparkly stuff laying around.  All you have to do to get CASH for GOLD is bring in your unwanted or broken jewelry!!  Come on down TODAY! We’ll match any competitor! Refinery Direct! Call now!

Well I think I just might.

gold_price

Wait.  $1,400.00 an ounce?!

Weeeee here I go! Skip skip skipping merrily off to my jewelry box to dig out all the stuff I’m never gonna wear again – tra la la la la la hi mall jewerly store!  Zen Habits has me all “minimalism is the new black, yo” – I’m more than eager to move superfluous possessions OUT – or sell, apparently – and then bring new stuff IN.

It’s a fine line between being a minimalist and a consumerist I tell ya. And I’m gonna take a picture of that line WITH MY BRAND NEW CAMERA.

So just how much gold do I have here anyway? According to my trusty kitchen scale…

NEARLY 1.5 OUNCES!

And here’s where me and my pea-sized brain got a bit ahead of ourselves.

Price of gold x 1.5 = Alison gets in over her head.

Ummm, my math says that’s over TWO THOUSAND DOLLARS!

Holy hoop earrings you mean to tell me I’ve been sitting on a literal gold mine here all this time?! Suddenly visions of Canon and Nikon SLR’s danced through my head.  The camera of my dreams was just a few semi-precious stoned rings away. AND enough money left over to make holiday shopping a breeze? Well knock me over with a sapphire pendant. I’m wrapping everyone’s gifts in $20 and $50 bills this year!

Except yeah. What’s that expression? “If it seems to good too be true, you’re probably a dumb ass?” Something like that.

YES, my little scale DID say 1.5 ounces, except you don’t have 1.5 ounces of PURE GOLD baby girl.

So no – not two grand. Not anywhere near that.  My old point and shoot is still pointing and laughing at me over that one.

But yes, I scrounged enough to manage a little something new.  A little something fancier and pointier and shootier. A little something with a bigger lens and more bells and whistles that I don’t know the first thing about. A little something that’s only been on “AUTO” so far.

Either way, I got to spend some time with a new little friend this weekend.

Dueling Cameras.

Camera Face Off

SD 960 vs. SX 30?

Canon sx30 IS

Always bet on black.

Squash for Breakfast.

Kabocha Oats

1/2 c oats, 1/4 c cooked kabocha squash, 1/4 2% Fage, 1/2 c unsweetened almond milk plus dashes of ginger, nutmeg and cinnamon – soaked over night. Topped with a scoop of almond butter and a tablespoon or so of melted coconut butter.

“You Forgot the Barrette, Mom.”

Still Not Happy

Lord help me.

Better.

Barretts Make It Better

Will you please eat now kid?

No Complaints.

Don't Be Fooled

For now.

New Library Books.

New Library Books

I do like to point at stuff, but for the record – that’s Ava’s finger.

Black Walnuts.

Walnuts Drying

Drying in the attic.

Fig Friends.

Fig Friends

Hanging out on the counter.

Adventures in Penmanship.

Adventures in Penmanship

Who needs a chalk board?

Left Pointer Fingers (Without Bandages)

Look if you dare.

3+ weeks post finger felon surgery.

Boy That Mirror is Dirty!

Face Stays On

But look how New Camera can hold it all together without any help?  It’s a keeper.


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I Get Up Early Because I am Lazy

December 1st, 2010 | Posted by Alison Spath in Parenting - (7 Comments)

I typically get up somewhere in the 6 o’clock hour, without an alarm.  Most people would not call this lazy – but really, that’s exactly what it is.

My kids stay up late you see, and there are different reasons for this fact – some a bit closer to the real truth than others.  It all depends on who’s asking. And while each reason is true, I have one answer for the conservative crowd, one answer for the neutral crowd, and one answer for the other people who have admitted to lazy-parenting short cuts in the past – no judgment.

When someone asks me what time my kids get up in the morning and I say “late”, the question that typically follows is an incredulous, bleary eyed: “How do you do it?!”  It is at this juncture that I evaluate the other party and then decide which of my three answers I’m going to give.

Response to parenting conservative: oh, we let them stay up late so they can spend more time with dad.

While true, is really only a coincidence.

Response to someone with a parenting pH of 7: if they stay up late, they sleep late, so I have my mornings to myself.

Most people get this. And while also true, still might be considered lying by omission if I were under oath.

Response to the far-leftist parenting crowd: they stay up late because I’m too lazy to put them to bed.

Now we’re getting somewhere.

See, parents who put their kids to bed “early” have their evenings to themselves, and if that’s your drug of choice then rock on.  Me?  I prefer to get up early and have my mornings to myself.  It’s one or the other folks, not both.  I’ll take Morning Alone Time for $800, Alex.

I go to bed at the same time they do –> my adult self doesn’t need nearly as much sleep as their child selves do –> I get to do my own thing until 8, maybe even 9 or 9:30 the next morning.

It balances out either way, it just depends on what time of day you prefer to drink coffee and eat overnight oats in peace.  Personally, I prefer to drink coffee in the morning – not right before I go to bed.

And it all boils down to this fact:

Bed time is a royal pain in the you-know-what. And no, I’m not talking about this thing that is holding up my head.

I’d like to believe that most parents with small children would agree with me on this. I’m sure though that there are plenty of people out there who can claim that bedtime at their house goes as smoothly as dropping a greased watermelon into a pair of pantyhose.

Here?  Bedtime is more like shoving a watermelon wrapped in barbed wire under your shirt if they aren’t ready.  It was easier when they were little and I could pick them up.  Now they have to be herded, and frankly I just don’t care that much.  Not tired?  Fine by me.  It goes more greasy watermelon-ish when they are begging me to let them go to bed.

And where do our homeschooling selves have to be before 10 AM most days anyway?  No where.  Let them stay up and therefore sleep in, let me have some quiet time in the morning, let me freak out all my friends whose kids get up when it’s still dark.

Watermelons aside, I have to tell you that bed time went quite smoothly last night and that would be because of this:

Tent on Bed

File this one under: Why Didn’t Someone Give Me This Idea Sooner

That play tent is a hand-me-down from a friend (thanks Mike!) and has been applauded by both children and adults alike in our home. Not only is this tent PINK (little girls cheer!) but it came with an awesome idea (parents cheer!)

Last minute requests to sleep in the tent were made last night just as were getting ready for bed.  Nope, sorry gang.  Not tonight.  It’s late and I’m too exhausted to monkey around.  And when I peered into that crystal ball they give you when your kids are born, I saw the 1:00, 2:15 and 3:30 AM I-can’t-sleep-because-I’m-sleeping-on-the-hardwood-floor wake up calls.  I think we could be rejecting this request for any future nights well.

It was at this moment that the idea of putting the tent on the bed was revealed to me by my parental co-conspirator.

Put the tent on the bed?  Before the smoke could clear away from the image of a sweet pink tent containing peacefully sleeping children in my crystal ball, I knew it would work. Blankets filled the air as they were ripped away from the mattress. Pink tent hoisted and maneuvered into position. Pillows and sleeping bags and books and excited children in feetie pajamas were piled into the pink tent with reckless abandon.

Bed time locked and fully loaded: all in under 60 seconds.

This my friends is why bedtime went so smoothly last night. This also why I’m finishing up this post along with my sweet potato oats and coffee this morning in peace and quiet.

With Clock

Oats made last night with:

  • 1/2 c rolled oats
  • 1/2 c unsweetened almond milk
  • about a 1/4 c 2% Fage
  • Nutmeg, ginger, cinnamon
  • 1/4 c or so of the last of the left over sweet potato casserole from Thanksgiving

Soaked overnight, topped this morning with a scoop of almond butter and one more dollop of sweet potatoes.

Sweet Potato Oats

If you have small children and a tent and a big mattress, you know what to do next. If not? Put sweet potatoes in your oats and we’ll call it even.


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Nobody

November 29th, 2010 | Posted by Alison Spath in Motivation - (9 Comments)

I want to do more trail running.  Hiking too. While we live in the city, there are plenty of places around here to do both – so this is definitely feasible.

I got the trail running itch after that trail race a few weeks ago. But then my finger tip was hacked open blah blah blah and all sorts of routines were thrown off – exercise included. It only follows that any trail running plans were put on hold too.

Well on my way to a full finger recovery and a return to “normal” life, I’ve started thinking about hitting the trails again. I still find myself hesitating though and this weekend I tried to nail down why.

1. I worry about getting lost out there. My sweet little hike in the woods might suddenly take a Blair-Witch-meets-The-Village turn for the worse.

2. I feel dumb driving somewhere just to take a walk.

3. (the biggest reason of all really) I’m afraid of being chased by something scary-ish and monster-ish.

So I came up with some solutions:

1.  Check and double check the trail map before you go.  Maybe you could even print it out and (this is gonna sound crazy!) bring it along with you.

2.  If you drive to the gym to run on a treadmill, you can certainly drive to the monster’s lair to run for your life.

3.  Find someone to go with you – preferably someone who runs slower than you.  You don’t have to run faster than the monster, just faster than your companion.

Alrighty then.

Map?

Check.

Car?

Check.

Bait?

Let’s see…

Running friend? Hmmm.  Snapped something in his leg a couple weeks ago so don’t even bother asking. Too bad though, his limp would make him the perfect person to accompany me.

That friend that I married? He’s out too. Someone’s got to stay with these kids, and that would suck for them if we both got eaten.  If we go as a family (as we sometimes do), a hike that was intended to raise my heart rate would only serve to raise my blood pressure as we shuffle through the leaves with lots of standing around and dodging stick swords whilst doling out sunbutter and jelly sandwiches at regular intervals.  I do this exact thing once a week already, thanks. This time the goal is to get at least a little bit sweaty.

Girl friends? Too far away for such short notice.

Homeschool friends? Not available.

Cat friend? Meows too much.

Then something miraculous happened:  Nobody called and offered to go with me.

Awww, thanks Nobody!

So I picked Nobody up and set off to the park – in the car, map memorized.

Nobody said “Good job!”

Nobody agreed that my new walk/run/walk approach would be perfect and I set into a comfortable pace. Just a nice, easy morning jaunt through the woods with Nobody.

I even took a couple pictures of Nobody out in the woods too.

Hi Nobody

Do you see Nobody waving?

Nobody and the Lake

Hi Nobody!

Nobody agreed with me that this looked like it could be a monster nest.

Monster Nest

Nobody warned me that the monster was probably coming back soon and I high tailed it out of there.  Nobody really knows what they’re talking about.

Nobody and I hiked/ran/hiked just under 3 miles in about 40 minutes.  I have to say that I had a pretty enjoyable time with Nobody.  Nobody pointed out the trail markers and I didn’t get lost.  Nobody protected me and I wasn’t chased by anything.  Nobody laughed at all my jokes.

So remember this; if you’ve got some crazy story in your mind that is holding you back from reaching your potential, Nobody can tell exactly you what need to do.  Sometimes you just have to do things with Nobody to figure that out.  Nobody can show you how strong and capable you really are.


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Say What You Mean

November 26th, 2010 | Posted by Alison Spath in Dinner Time - (4 Comments)

Within the last year or so here, the Mexican restaurant Chipotle has made its way onto our landscape.  I do enjoy going to Chipotle and it’s one of the few chain restaurants I patronize.

Of course when I say “patronize”, I mean – to frequent as a customer – not that I treat Chipotle condescendingly or anything.

Oh and when I say “frequent”, this would mean on the occasion when there are no picky children in tow. And as the case may be, this means I get there once a month if I’m lucky.

So when I do get to go to Chipotle, there is no messing around. What I mean by “no messing around” is that I’m ordering the same thing every time. There is just no room for trial and error.

And when I say “no room for trial and error”, what I mean is bring me a Burrito Bowl or bring me death. And when I say “bring me death” – what I really mean is just bring me a Burrito Bowl.

Now, if Chipotle-speak is not a part of your vernacular, allow me explain a bit further here.

menu

A Burrito Bowl is basically everything you’d get in a burrito – except in a bowl, hold the tortilla.  One might say heaven in a bowl, really – and I take my heaven with a side of extra guac, thanks.

Heaven or hell, a girl can’t always have everything she wants, thus – my open letter (or, just a letter for the sake of this post really) to Chipotle:

Dear Chipotle,

As warm and tingly as your Burrito Bowls make me feel inside, there is just not much on your menu that my kids will eat.  This means that for now, our time together will be limited at best.

I am writing today to inform you that I have come to terms with this fact thanks to the recent realization that I can make my own Burrito Bowls at home! I’m sure you understand, and hey – thanks for the great dinner idea.

I promise I’ll still be around – it’s just a lot more fun without the kids. I also promise that I won’t sell them (my At-Home Burrito Bowls of course, not the kids – but I guess I’m not selling my kids either) or if I do sell them, I just won’t call them Burrito Bowls. (Again, talking about burritos in bowls here, not kids.)

Respectfully Yours,

Alison
Mother/Chipotle Lover/Burrito Bowl Connoisseur

If I might now paraphrase this mangled letter of consumer insanity to explain what I meant by “making my own Burrito Bowls at home” – it would be to say that I’ve been making my own Burrito Bowls at home.

So what does that mean exactly?

Stay At Home Chipotle

Here, I’ll translate. Clockwise, starting at about 11 o’clock:

  • Garden Fresh Gourmet Artichoke Garlic Salsa
  • Sour Cream 2% Fage
  • Red bell pepper and red onion sauteed in extra-virgin olive oil
  • White Brown Rice
  • Leftover Spicy Refried Bean Soup (pintos, black beans, corn, oh my!)
  • Pepper Jack Cheese, grated
  • Homemade guacamole

Now in my mind, one of the best qualities possessed by a Burrito Bowl is that you can go a little nuts with the ingredients when your burrito is being cradled by a bowl rather than swaddled in a tortilla.  A tortilla means you are at risk for some messy hands and probably a messy face too.  This then means more work for you in the laundry department because you have to get all those guacamole stains out of your cloth napkins.

And when I say “cloth napkins”, I of course mean shirt sleeves and pant legs.

Burrito Bowl, you are so selfless to help me out with the laundry like that. If loving you is wrong, then I don’t want to be right.

Alright. Wipe those sentimental tears with your sleeves my burrito loving friends – it’s just about time to eat.  Let’s take it from the top.

Buried beneath this pile of guac, greek yogurt and salsa is a spectacular display of burrito affection. Except in a bowl, hold the tortilla. (You are paying attention, right?)

View From the Top

And when I say “spectacular display of burrito affection”, I mean – well, I’m just going to let the bowl show you what I mean.

Layers

OK, wait. There is just too much going on here, I better tell you what it all means.

Arrows

Here’s a key to help you decipher what the Silent Language of the Arrows mean. Clockwise, starting at about 12 o’clock:

At Home Burrito Bowl Key

The tears up there at about 1 o’clock? Oh no, not sentimental tears. And not tears of joy either. Those are tears of scrambled eggs that were cut up before I knew I was supposed to draw a ketchup smiley face on them.  (Pictures aren’t the only things I draw on around here.)

But oh yes, I kid you not. Unfortunately that’s exactly what those tears meant.

So yeah – I’ll be making Burrito Bowls at home for now, that’s just how it has to be. And now you see what I mean.


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I ran out to get a couple of last-minute Thanksgiving groceries last night because it meant:

1.) I was able beat the day-before-Thanksgiving grocery store madness today

2.) I could leave the children at home, which is always reason to celebrate – pre-holiday shopping or not

When I go to the grocery store without children whose DNA resembles mine, I treat myself by:

1.) Bringing my iPod so I can be one of those people who drones out society with the likes of Katy Perry and Enrique Iglesias

2.) Spending 15 minutes in the magazine aisle perusing the covers and headlines, starting with Psychology Today to pretend I’m brainy and dignified, wrapping it up over by People magazine to gauge how celeb-curious I’m feeling at that given moment

Truth be told I don’t really pay attention to celebrity gossip like I did Once Upon a Time, but this cover did catch my eye because:

Entertainment Weekly

1.)  I am not blind

2.) I know two beautiful people when I see them and I mean come on, let’s be real here

On a seemingly unrelated-but-actually-related note, I have Christopher McDougall’s blog (the author of Born to Run) in my reader.  Sometimes I get around to reading what he writes or watching the videos he posts, sometimes I don’t.  I’d seen the Jake Gyllenhaal post last week but hadn’t watched the video or scrolled down far enough to have the item marked as read, thus landing on it this morning in my effort to clean up Google Reader.

Thanks to my quality time spent with the magazines at Wegmans last night, I decided to watch this video this morning before clicking Mark all as read and it slipped off into the Google Reader abyss forever.

This is worth watching because:

1.) It’s pretty funny

2.) I love to see barefoot running in the mainstream media

Thanksgiving is here at our house (!!) tomorrow which means:

1.)  I can now cue the choir of angels: there will be no hauling of small children anywhere

2.)  It’s time to stop listing two points to every statement I make and get a move on here


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You Ran Right Into the Sign

November 23rd, 2010 | Posted by Alison Spath in Fitness - (3 Comments)

You know that saying;

What we see depends mainly on what we look for.

Sometimes the answers that we seek are right in front of our very eyes, it’s just a matter of opening them and taking a look.

slow sign

A couple weeks before all this finger felon business went down I’d read an article on Mark’s Daily Apple called The Case Against Cardio.  (If you already love exercise and have no problem making time for a regular run or workout, that article is worth a read.)  It got me thinking that regular, lower intensity work outs can be A-OK.  Maybe even better than ok – maybe slowing down is actually a really good thing.

So while I was intrigued by this concept, I don’t think I really changed much. Maybe that article was my sign to slow down – but I didn’t do it fast enough?  So the universe infected my finger to make me slow down faster?  Where’s that sign that says I’m crazy?

crazy sign

Thanks to finger fun combined with my desire to stay active, I’ve been doing a lot of walk/run/walking lately… heavy on the walking, light on the running.  The jarring from running actually hurt my finger after it was sliced open, so I’ve had no choice but to walk with just a sprinkle of running.

It seemed like the stupidest thing I could have ever said though: “I can’t run because my finger hurts.” Yeah, sure lady.  But hey, my finger was giving me a sign, and it wasn’t the sign to steal second or the one my middle finger sometimes likes to give.

It's ok to just walk

And you know what?  I’ve enjoyed walking more!  Who’da thunk?  It’s been nice to slow down and give my body a break without feeling like I’m not staying fit.

This is where I have to admit I was feeling up to a run on Saturday and got a quick 5 miles in that evening – signs be damned.

Doctor’s Orders: No running for two weeks?  Well… how ’bout one week and two days?  I felt ready and it felt fabulous. Probably the best run I’ve had in a long, long time.  I felt like I was flying, and I’m sure it’s because my legs were so rested.

The point is, it was nice to think about the fact that yes, I can still run.  And when I do get to run – I might even enjoy it even more.   And even though my finger is finally up to running again, I’m going to keep on walking.  Walk/run/walking if I like, with some regular runs too because I do love it and I know I would miss it.  I can still run – just less. Heck, if I missed my slow down sign the first time, I’m not going to miss it again! Me and my other nine fingers are afraid not to.

steady

Look for your signs people!  They’re everywhere.  Even seemingly mundane or unrelated things can help you find your way along this bumpy road we call Life.  Sometimes it’s only a matter of thinking in new ways or looking at something from a whole new perspective.  You just have open your eyes and look.


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Breakfast Cat Calls

November 22nd, 2010 | Posted by Alison Spath in Morning Craziness - (10 Comments)

We have two cats.  They’ve each had re-occurring guest appearances here before but what about what these cats eat? This is a food blog for crying out loud!

Until recently, our cats subsisted on dry cat food alone.  About a thousand years ago we would give them canned cat food sometimes as a “treat” – but after going vegetarian I suddenly took issue with meat in cans, cat food included.

Thus, due in part to my new vegetarian dogmas, I stopped buying canned cat food.

Now I know this is stupid. Cats are meant to eat meat. Cats have to eat meat. I read this fact in a magazine or something once so I’m sure it’s true. I’m also sure that dry cat food is made out of meat, but dry food just felt less like meat to me and more like cereal. Dry food was therefore easier to reconcile in my messed up mind that took issue with giving my cats wet, mushy meat from a can.

Admittedly though, there was something else going on.  Something else that lead to this canned cat food boycott – and that “something else” would be the antics of our more vocal cat.

You see, every time I served up canned cat food, this cat would meow and meow and meow and meow at me as she impatiently waited for her pile of meat.  She eventually started this unending stream of meows when I opened any can, when any small plate hit the counter top or when I stood in the kitchen for any period of time.

OK cat, that’s it. I’ve reached my breaking point.

New Herbivorous Principles + Incessant Meowing = Canned Cat Food Boycott

And they did fine on dry food alone, plus the boycott did the trick; the meowing insanity at every turn in the kitchen eventually stopped.  They hunted outside anyway, and that was something even my vegetarian self could get next to.  If cats are meant to eat meat then cats are meant to hunt – so get your cat self out there and go catch yourself a mouse or a bird or something.

Fast forward a thousand years, I just recently noticed that this same cat was getting a little skinny.  Feeling like the concerned cat mother I can sometimes be, I figured hey, I’m eating fish again, my feelings about meat aren’t quite the same anymore – what the heck, let’s end the boycott.  Canned cat food for all!

Canned Cat Food

And the cats cheered.

Except now, a new morning ritual with has developed and it’s making me question this canned cat food business all over again:

6:02:00 AM: The house quiet. Everyone is sleeping. That is, everyone except me and Skinny Cat.

6:02:10 AM: Skinny Cat is on the bed.  Awake.  In the dark.  She knows I’m awake too. She has been waiting for me.

6:02:15 AM: Skinny cat lets out a solitary meow.

6:02:25 AM: I begin to move my feet and legs toward the edge of the bed.  The moment just before foot-to-floor contact, Skinny Cat starts meowing and meowing and meowing and meowing.

6:03:00 AM: Skinny Cat is shushed and then hissed at about sleeping children across the hall. Children I do NOT want woken up early, Skinny Cat! But Skinny Cat continues her chorus of meows with absolutely no regard to my parental need for a couple of quiet, child-free wee morning hours.

6:03:30 AM: I fumble for my glasses in the dark and we begin to make our way downstairs. Skinny Cat weaves through my legs as I descend the stairs, completely unconcerned for my safety and oblivious to the fact that if I trip and fall and lose consciousness, there will be no canned food for her that morning.

6:04:00 AM: In the kitchen, I attempt to speak soothingly to Skinny Cat as I rub the sleep out of my eyes and retrieve canned cat food from cupboard. Skinny Cat meows and meows and meows and meows despite any claims that I am moving as fast as I can.

6:04:20 AM: The sound of the can opening leads to an intensification in meowing.  Food is forked onto plate with marked speed and fury.  Oh, the meowing!  Someone!  Make it stop!  But Skinny Cat continues meowing. Fork you Skinny Cat! Fork you!

6:04:25 AM: Cat food juice flies through the air.  Skinny Cat meows and meows and meows and meows as bits of Salmon Dinner are squashed with the fork onto plate and threats are given through clenched teeth about canned cat food supplies drying up if the meowing does not cease and desist immediately.

6:04:27 AM: Skinny Cat meows and meows and meows and meows as I set her plate on the floor.

6:04:28 AM: Skinny Cat begins to eat and is finally quiet.  I do not even get a Thank You meow.  And I don’t want one.

6:04:30 AM: I stumble from the kitchen to my computer and somehow manage to log in to email whilst recovering from Post Traumatic Meow Disorder.

6:07:12 AM: Sounds suddenly emerge from the kitchen that are reminiscent of a small metal can being picked up and dropped on the counter top – almost like it’s being picked up and dropped by a small, pink, skinny tongue.

6:07:15 AM: I push my chair back and Skinny Cat must hear chair noise as suddenly the can-dropping noises stop.

6:07:16 AM: “Something” that sounds like it has four padded feet jumps down from counter as the empty can comes crashing to the floor as well.

6:07:20 AM: I re-enter the kitchen. Skinny Cat is no where in sight. Plate has been licked spotless.  Can almost has been too.

Spotless Plate and Can

6:07:45 AM: Empty can is rinsed of remaining gravy and cat saliva to be dropped in recycle bin – the step I always forget in my rush to escape the kitchen lest I spend one more second with any prospective meow-ers.

6:08:00 AM: The house quiet. Everyone is sleeping. That is, everyone except me and Skinny Cat.

Now, if I had a recipe for homemade canned cat food this would be the point in the post where I’d share it. That or a recipe for Catloaf – but alas, I have neither.

Instead, this is where I can now think clearly enough to figure out what I’m going to feed my own (quiet) self for breakfast.

Hmmm.  Pretty much out of oats.  Better add it to list or someone is going to start meowing and meowing and meowing and meowing and this time it’s not gonna be the cat.

Out of Oats

Well, I guess something different is in on the breakfast menu today then. Salmon Dinner? Or Ezekiel Sprouted Grain Almond Cereal?

Ezekiel Sprouted Grain Cereal

I’ll take the dry food, thanks.

About a cup of 2% Fage topped with still-frozen raspberries and a sprinkling of Ezekiel cereal for some crunch.

Breakfast with Barbie

I recently discovered this cereal in my quest for something granola-ish to top fruit and yogurt with but also low in sugar. While this is NOT a cereal I would ever envision or likely enjoy a whole bowlful of (a good thing, really) – it suits my purposes for a little something dry and crunchy to top a little something wet and mushy.

The good news is that Skinny Cat is filling out again – in fact, I might even be able to call her Voluptuous Cat soon. She was also recently de-wormed, but Voluptuous Cat has assured me that’s just a coincidence. The bad news is that I know she’s going to assure me of this again and again and again and again tomorrow.


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Once upon a time I was that girl who tried and tried to lose weight and never saw any real, lasting results. While I never had a huge amount of weight to lose, I did know I wanted to be slimmer than I was for what felt like the majority of my life.

The post-pregnancy weight was always a little scary but eventually came off after each pregnancy with the addition of some moderate exercise. Then in early 2008 when I found myself back at my post-pregnancy weight and I hadn’t just had a babyI knew it was time to get serious.

And then I figured, you know what?  I’m gonna lose this “baby weight” (again, with no new baby to speak of) and then get those forever-stubborn 20 pounds off this time while I’m at it.  I was determined to lose the weight that I’d never been able to lose in the past and get to a healthy, “normal” weight.

What I didn’t realize then was that this was the very beginning of a journey. A personal evolution that would eventually lead to lasting lifestyle changes that would be imperative to maintaining my weight loss.  I’ve been able to keep the weight off with relative ease because I am now living an entirely new kind of life – a healthier one.

If I were to condense everything I’ve learned these past couple years into one (not so tiny) post – it’d look a little something like this:

(in the order I learned them)

Stop Drinking Your Calories

Soda has to go. There was definitely a time in my life when I was a regular soda drinker. It took a while, but I honestly don’t miss it at all anymore. Soda is big, but I also had to ditch the bottled juice, sweetened iced tea, lemonade, Vitamin Water, all of it!  It had to go.

There are of course some exceptions to this “don’t drink your calories” rule and that includes: fresh vegetable and fruit juice from the juicer, smoothies as a snack or fast meal, cream in coffee, Kombucha, the occasional glass of wine and whatever calories might be in my saliva. Beyond that it’s seltzer or water.

No More Empty Calories

As a pre-teen and teen of the 90’s, I was part of the Susan Powter, Stop the Insanity, Fat Free!! madness. I use to be the fat free candy queen. Gummy bears. Gummy worms. Gummy strawberries. It’s FAT FREEEEE! I can eat as much as I want! Calories? What the hell are calories? Oh you just burn those off. Sugar? What? Sugar is good! Chomp chomp swallow.

The fact that I don’t have Type II Diabetes is a small miracle. So yeah, Candy Time is now over. Chocolate is the only exception I really make to the candy rule, and even then it’s almost exclusively 70% cocoa content or higher.

(And please, let the record state that I said “candy” – not dessert!)

Learn to Love Exercise

I’ve always enjoyed riding my bike, but when I was ready to get serious about losing weight, I knew I needed something a bit more intense – so I started running.  At first, it totally sucked.  Totally.  I stuck with it though, and it became tolerable, and then somewhere along the way I figured out how to love running.

I now enjoy being active in any sense and try to fit in some physical activity every day – be it a real work out, something NEAT or even just a short walk.

And while it seems counter-intuitive, when you exercise regularly, you are rewarded with more energy. Regular exercise lead to sleeping better, which in turn made my workouts feel easier. This fueled my motivation to eat better, which played a role in better sleep, now I’ve got even more energy, which meant being happy and eager to work out.

This is the kind of cycle a girl could get use to.

Set a Goal

This is a part of Learning to Love Exercise. A real goal can keep you motivated on those days you’re just not feeling it.

I happened to pick running a marathon, because there’s no way someone trains to run a marathon and doesn’t lose weight, right? Well, not exactly. I set that goal in 2007 and had to bail on my first training attempt.  Still, it got me running again and was enough to er… get me off and running.  Even a 5K or 10K can be a great place to start.

Educate Yourself

Read, read, read.  Study like this is the biggest most important test you’ve ever had to take – because it is!  Understanding the science behind weight loss was a real turning point in my journey to my healthy weight. Read books, blogs, weight loss websites. Listen to weight loss podcasts.  Magazines can be good but I tend to find them full of Lose Weight Fast! strategies instead of stuff that lasts.

Talk to people who have been successful at what you want to achieve – I love to learn by watching what other people do, especially successful people!

Eat to Fuel Your Workouts

This goes along with Educating Yourself and Learning to Love Exercise too. The Runner’s World forums were full of people who loved to talk about what they ate and how it made them feel. Runners love nut butters! And bananas! And bagels! I could get use to this.

Count Your Calories

Counting calories can be tedious and sucky. But changing your mind set and looking at it from a scientific perspective can help a lot with that.

First, I had to figure out how many calories a day I was supposed to be eating. Then I started paying attention to how many calories were in the foods I was eating. And what’s this BMR nonsense?

This too is a part of Educating Yourself. Understanding what your portion sizes should look like and how quickly calories can add up is one HUGE piece of the puzzle to making lasting change.  You don’t have to count calories forever.  I certainly didn’t.  Do it long enough to so that you develop a new awareness to how much food you really need, what’s “worth it” and what’s not.  You need to understand where you’ve gone wrong in the past in order to do it right from now on.

Keep a Food Journal

A little notebook and a little calculator with just a touch of OCD and you’re on your way to figuring out why you are or aren’t losing weight.  Simply writing down the foods that you eat and skipping the math part can help you feel more accountable and discover where calories are sneaking in.  You won’t have to do it forever, just long enough to help you figure out what’s going on and why what you’re doing is or isn’t working.  There are lots of websites and apps available to do this online now, I really like The Daily Plate and have heard great things about My Fitness Pal.

Stop the Mindless Snacking

“Every calorie counts.”

Turns out that this is not one of those things people say that doesn’t actually mean anything. No, really!  Calories! Count! This fact escaped me for so long I almost feel like idiot for not realizing it sooner.

Almost.

When I started writing down every calorie I consumed into my little notebook, it put an end to all sorts of mindless eating. No more sticking my hand in a cracker box just cause it’s sitting there on the counter. No more eating the kids leftovers, mainly because I can’t find “PB & J crust” on any calorie counting website. No more eating the M&M’s I find in between the couch cushions either.  Eat when you’re truly hungry, not because “it’s there”.

Get Food Out of Sight

One easy way to Stop the Mindless Snacking?  Get food off the counter and into the cupboard.  “Out of sight, out of mind” is not one of those things people say that doesn’t actually mean anything.

The mere sight of food can trick you into thinking you’re hungry. This is programmed into us thanks to evolution and our desire to survive. Put it away and save yourself from from being triggered as you walk through the kitchen with a basket of laundry when just a minute ago food and eating was the last thing on your mind.

Three Meals a Day, Maybe a Snack

Eat breakfast.  <eat nothing>  Eat Lunch.  <eat nothing>  Eat a Snack.  <eat nothing> Eat Dinner.  <go to bed>

This is absolutely one of the best habits I’ve ever put into place.  Really, it’s just about waiting to eat until you’re truly hungry!  If that means two snacks, so be it.  But reining in the mindless, eating-between-meals beast is a huge part of my success at maintaining my weight.

No Eating Unless You’re Truly Hungry

Did I say this already?  It still deserves it’s own bullet point: waiting to eat until I feel physical signs of hunger is definitely something I’ve gotten better at and was one of those little changes that can make a real difference.  If I feel “sorta hungry” but I’m not sure, I’ll drink something because I’m probably just thirsty.  Usually seltzer or a cup of hot tea makes things more interesting than just plain old water, and it almost always does the trick of squelching feelings that I might mistake as hunger.

If that feeling doesn’t go away then I ask myself if a pile of broccoli sounds good.  If the answer is “no”, then I’m not really hungry.  Now it’s time to dig deep and ask myself if something else is going on. Am I just bored? Lonely? Stressed? Here’s my opportunity to figure out what it is that I’m truly hungry for.  <insert a more personal growth here>

I do sometimes eat pre-emptively, like if I’m leaving for a while and know I’ll be hungry soon or won’t have an abundance of time or healthy options available later.  Better to eat now and save myself from getting into trouble when I’m out or getting too hungry before I’m home again.  Getting overly hungry can get me into trouble too.

Pack Your Own Food

The saying “I’m sorta hungry, let’s swing through Taco Bell/Wendy’s/Mini-mart cause it’s right here” will now be replaced with “Where’s that almond butter I packed?  Did you eat my banana?” A little planning and forethought can potentially save you a bunch of calories – and money too.

Enjoy Food More

Once I hit my healthy weight and my focus shifted to maintaining my weight, I started finding new ways to enjoy food.  I bought pretty plates, interesting bowls and cute little dishes. I began reading food blogs and started getting more creative in the kitchen.  These things helped me feel more emotionally satisfied from the food I was eating and therefore satisfying a different kind of hunger.

Find Support

Finding other people that were going through the same thing and the same struggles was very rewarding.  Knowing you are not alone can really help.  Blogs, forums, people in real life.  Plus I love stealing hearing other people’s awesome ideas and morphing them into something that will work for me.

Greens Everyday

If I thought running felt good after I started eating more complex carbs, I had no idea what was in store once I started eating leafy green vegetables every day.

That doesn’t necessarily mean a salad – you can stuff some lettuce in your sandwich, mixed greens in your wrap, spinach in your smoothie, add something greened and steamed to your dinner. Don’t sweat it too much if you miss a day, but I aim for at least something green each day and feel a lot better because of it.

Reduce Processed Foods, Even Organic Processed Foods

Organic processed foods were my way station between conventionally processed junk to a diet made up largely of whole foods. Organic-processed-stuff is of course still processed. While these are certainly preferable to the conventional alternative, I started to see that they played too large a role in my daily diet and had to be nixed from day-to-day eating.

I get a much bigger bang for my caloric buck with fruits, vegetables, nuts, eggs and sprouted grains.

Resist Temptation at the Grocery Store

I finally figured out that it was much easier to resist temptation at the store than it was to resist it in my own kitchen. If it’s something you’re going to have use willpower to avoid later, then don’t even buy it. If it’s not in my cupboard then I’m not going to be able to succumb to that bowl (or three) of Heart to Heart I’d otherwise give in to at 9:30 on a Tuesday night.

I like to think of willpower is a muscle – a muscle that gets tired after a while. Over use any muscle and eventually it’s gonna snap.

No Eating Right Before Bed

Thank you Jillian Michaels for cluing me in on the wonder that is Human Growth Hormone and the role insulin plays on the release of HGH.

Sort of hungry before bed? Then it means I didn’t eat enough at dinner or ate dinner too early. Fix that tomorrow.

Truly hungry before bed? Eat something that is largely protein and fat and light on carbs to avoid a big release of insulin. Insulin suppresses the release of HGH. You get your biggest release of HGH about 90 minutes after you fall asleep – provided you don’t have a ton of insulin coursing through your veins!

Nothing is Off Limits

Birthday cake at a party, pie at Thanksgiving, ice cream for a treat, cookies for breakfast.  It’s gonna be OK as long as you don’t eat it every day.

Rules are Made to be Broken

I’ve been on this journey for years now.  These changes did not happen overnight and I still don’t get it right 100% of the time.  I still make exceptions to almost everything I’ve listed here – that’s life.

And remember: This is what worked for me, what I do may or may not work for you.  We are each on our own journey – just keep experimenting, keep working, keep going until you figure out what works and what doesn’t. Each day holds the potential to getting one step closer to living the life you want to live and being that person you want to be.

Got questions? Have anything to add from your own personal journeys? I’d love to hear it.  I want to swipe your good ideas too!


Please know that links to Amazon are affiliate links. It doesn’t change the price you pay, but if you buy something from Amazon after following one of the links in my posts, I earn a percentage based commission from Amazon as a part of their affiliate program. This is one of the ways I generate revenue from the posts that I write here. I promise that I only link to items that I truly endorse. You don’t ever have to buy anything, but if you do, thank you for supporting the site and the work I do here.