Monthly Archives: September 2012

Staying the Course



I’m in a bit of a slump.

Not a struggle, really, more of a malaise. I’m still working out and enjoying it (weird), but I’m not as motivated to make good food choices these days. I’m not craving anything in particular. It just feels like such hard work to track every damn thing I put in my mouth.

So I don’t.

You know what happens when I don’t track every little thing I eat? I start eating too much of the every-day kind of foods. Then I start over-indulging in the once-in-a-while foods. And that’s bad. But here’s where weighing every day comes in handy. It’s a wake-up call before I’m too far gone. So yeah, yesterday was an off-day for food. But I’m back with the program today. No sliding into a binge, eyes screwed shut, hands over my ears, singing “tra-la-la, I love food” for me.

Nope. Nuh-uh.

I’m ready to hit that 15 pound mark. Just 2 pounds to go. I can do this.

I will do this.


Eye of The Tiger Is Totally Playing Right Now


Can you hear it?

239.6 today. I broke 240. It’s gone. Yes, technically, were I to round up, I’d still be 240. But I’m not rounding up. As any Weight Watcher’s veteran can tell you, decimal points count.

So I’m taking a victory lap. It makes not having the macaroni & cheese, jalapeño and bacon- topped pizza at Selland’s totally worth it, though I am so back there on my next cheat day.

I slept poorly last night, one of those twilight sleeps where you’re aware, yet still dreaming, drifting in and out without any real rest. My husband got up at 4:40 am to wrap my ankle before he left for work. I was sadly awake, but thankful nonetheless. He jokes about being the student manager of the wrestling team, but that man can wrap an ankle like none other.


Anyway, I was wiped this morning and 98% percent sure I wasn’t going to workout. I was tired. It was a jam-packed day ahead. And I was really tired. My ankle hurt. I needed a shower.

You know that dialogue.

I saw that number and the excuses blew away like leaves in a gust of wind. Oh, I was working out. Hell to the yes. Because that’s the third goal realized. First, I broke 250. Then I hit the 10 pound mark. And now, I’ve kissed 240 goodbye. Pretty soon, it’s going to be 15 pounds lost and then, maybe another pant size. It’s a massive task in front of me, but with every chip I break away, the boulder is that much smaller.

It feels so damn good to have stuck with this. Better than the loss itself. I am fucking proud of myself and it’s been too long since I could say that without qualification or reservation.

Confessional: Music


240 this morning!!!! Do you guys know what that means?!? Besides a shit ton of punctuation?!?!?!?

It means I’m on the cusp of saying goodbye to the 240s. For-evah and evah, amen, thank-you-little-baby-jeebus.

Maybe it’s the giddiness from this morning’s weigh-in, but I’m going to make a confession here.

I love Eddie Money’s music.

I know. I feel the shame. But when he comes on the radio, I blast that shit, sing along at the top of my voice and even do a little car-dancing. It’s the shameful truth.

Plus, my husband knows to play “Shakin'” if he wants a sure thing.

Yup. Eddie Money = nookie. *shakes head*

Not the guy. Just the music. Though he’s kinda hot in an old guy, rough around the edges way.

So I put it on my workout play list, along with some early Heart and some Motley Crue. This playlist is so MPD, I’m afraid to show it to people. How does someone go from G & R to Don Henley? By way of Timbaland, of course. I can’t help it. I really can’t. I love music, almost all of it, so of course I reach far. iTunes is my candy store. Thank goodness I don’t have a subscription radio service. I’d bankrupt us, tagging songs I hear on the radio for my iPhone. Pandora and Spotify? LOVE them. I find a lot of great new music that way.

So in the spirit of sharing and me having some company in the shame corner, who is your guiltiest musical pleasure? RATT? Helen Reddy? Debbie Gibson? I promise not to laugh, unless you put on a hat and belt out “Electric Youth.” No one can not laugh at that.

A Month


I looked over my Sparkpeople page today, let it run a couple of reports, reflected over the past month.

Because it’s only been a month, chickens. One month.

One month of 3x/week workouts, tracking what I’m eating, making good choices (for the most part). It feels like it’s been forever, so little wonder that I’m discouraged by my progress.

But Holy Jenny Craig, I’ve lost eleven pounds in one month. That’s phenomenal. I’ve been feeling all lame and worried because the scale doesn’t move every single day. When in reality, I’m the opposite of lame. I’m a fuckin’ rock star y’all. Granted, I’m more mid-80’s Meatloaf than early 80’s Joan Jett, but still.

One month. It gets easier every single day. I look forward to my workouts. I still have “the hongries” but for the most part, I’m doing this.



Yay me!



Just a Little Guano


As in bat-shit. Which is how crazy I went Sunday night. I don’t know what set me off or why I had to consume 3 squares of chocolate, a piece of pizza and a glass of wine. That’s above and beyond the normal meals I had already consumed and tracked for the day, meals that were delicious and treat-worthy, while being healthy as well.


I had been battling what my friend David calls, “the hongries” all day. I wanted. No target in mind, just a yawning want that urged me to consume. Finally, at 9:10 pm, I submitted to the want.

The following day, I was two pounds heavier.

WHY does it take 2 weeks of blood, sweat and tears to lose two pounds but only an hour to put it back on? That is bloody unfair.

The good news is, it came off pretty quickly. After a day of healthy  choices, a workout and a metric ass-load of water, I’m back to where I was. Which, you know, whew! Salt, you’re a sexy, delicious bastard.

I have a theory. We were at a friends house Saturday night and there was wine consumed. And hard lemonade. And perhaps ice cream, with homemade caramel and chocolate sauces.

Oh my.

I think Saturday’s indulgence opened the door for Sunday’s crash. I think Monday’s ugly weigh in might have been the penalty for a lot of little sins (and the guano incident of Sunday night.) I think my resolve to avoid alcohol needs to be shored up.

I also think homemade caramel sauce is made of angel tears and unicorn farts. With a little Joe Manganiello smolder thrown in.

That shit was gooooood.

Bean and Corn Salsa Salad


Here it is, chickens, as promised.

1/4 cup apple cider vinegar
1/2 cup lime juice
1 tbs cumin

1 can of black beans, drained and rinsed
1 can of shoepeg corn, drained and rinsed
1 bunch of cilantro, chopped
4-5 tomatoes chopped
1 red bell pepper, chopped
1 red onion, chopped fine
1 jalapeño, seeded and minced
2 avocados, chopped
salt to taste (add it slowly, it doesn’t need much!)

In a small bowl, whisk the vinegar, lime juice and cumin together. Set aside.

In a large bowl combine beans, corn, cilantro, tomatoes, pepper, onions and jalapeño. Pour dressing over the vegetables and stir. Add in the avocado and stir again. Add salt, a 1/2 tsp at a time, tasting after every addition. I generally skip the salt or add a scant 1/2 tsp if I’m taking this to a gathering.

You can eat the salsa immediately or refrigerate it. It keeps for about a week in the fridge, even the avocado. (I promise!) The acidity of the dressing keeps it from going brown.

I serve it with chips, over meat, as a salad…anything. I use it wraps, with plain hummus. I toss it with carnitas and romain lettuce. I eat it with a spoon. It’s good over eggs. I’m not joking when I say I could live on this stuff.

You’re welcome.



I go in spurts with food. I think that’s fairly common. When I’m being smart, there are staples I tend to rely on. Those shift and change as I get tired of them, but here are the current contenders:

Cold oats. I saw these on pinterest and thought, “who would eat that?” Turns out, I would. A delicious, creamy breakfast, cold for summer, easily adaptable to what I have on hand. Perfection. I had to play with proportions a bit to make it work in my eating plan, but I made it happen. If only I were as successful remembering to put it together the night before.

Mix 1/3 c oats and a 1/2 c yogurt. (I use plain, fat free greek.) Stir in 1/4 c milk. (I use an unsweetened vanilla almond.) Cover and refrigerate overnight. The next morning, add sweetener, if desired (stevia for me), and about a 1/2 c fruit, nuts, whatever makes your morning happy. Enjoy.

Lean Cuisine Artichoke Spinach dip with pita. I know. Processed. Ugh. I’m still working on perfecting a light version of this dip, but so far it’s been a bust. For now, I’ll keep enjoying this 200 calorie lunch. Add a salad, or some cut up veggies for dipping, and it’s satisfying. Better yet, it feels like a treat.

Protein Powder. Chocolate protein powder from Trader Joe’s. This has been spectacular. In all truth, my Vitamix should be listed beside the powder. Because that little baby has been all kinds of awesome. I use it every single day.

Homemade hummus. Again, from the Vitamix. I don’t need tahini, I just throw in the sesame seeds. MUCH cheaper that way. My current batch is jalapeno-cilantro and you better believe it’s as good as it sounds. I use it as a spread for sandwiches, dip for veggies, even a topping for baked potatoes. The only downside is that it makes a HUGE batch. Anyone willing to share a batch with me?

Bean and Corn salsa salad. The ultimate twist on cowboy caviar. I love it. If you’re nice, I will share the recipe in an upcoming post. It’s 60 calories for a cup of the stuff and it’s so good, I eat it as a salad, even though it’s meant to be a salsa.

Hebrew National 97% less fat beef franks. I adore hot dogs. They are one of my favorite cheat meals. And while nothing beats a juicy grilled brat, these help me steer clear (for the most part). They aren’t as grainy as other brands, not as sweet as some and still relatively legal. WIth a little turkey chili and cheese? Heaven.

Fun-sized candy. My sweet tooth is the stuff of legend. Right now, any type of candy you like comes in small servings. The trick for me is limiting to one a day. It’s a tricky trick. (or treat) I’ve heard of people freezing the chocolate varieties, but that doesn’t tend to slow me down much. If anything, I eat more. I leave one out to thaw, then eat another one right away because I can’t wait. Willpower: it’s not my strong suit. But the sour types are good for me because I can’t eat as much.

What are some of your tried and trues?