Thirty steps forward, a giant leap back

Let me preface this post by saying that everything I wrote yesterday is true, and everything I started writing for today is true too. See below:

I stood on a thin sheet of glass this morning waiting for a number to assess my body and congratulate me on all the hard work I've done. It was like one of those encounters with your husband when you know exactly what you want him to say, what he should say (and he should know to say too!), but he fails to utter any words that even remotely resemble what you want to hear. The number materialized, and the scale just laughed; my heart fell.

"That's it? That's all I've lost?!" I shouted. The numbers cycled through pounds, body fat %, bone density; all taunting me.

And then I decided, "Bullshit." I would not let a ridiculous number negate all of the victories won in the last month. The looser fitting clothes, the increased energy, the happiness; those are mine to claim and flaunt. Just because the number on the scale isn't where I think it should be doesn't mean I'm not a bad ass with a hot ass. I saw only one problem in the equation so I got rid of it. I dumped my scale. Sentenced it to burn in the fiery incinerators of the land fill.

Now let me say this:
I am freakin’ losing it! I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I am unraveling at the seams. The happy mood, smiles, and confidence- gone. My brain is a bloated tick, overstuffed with manic thoughts, and something pinches it, waiting for it to burst. For the last several days I’ve experienced a dire need for chocolate. The longer I go without it the more the agitation and irritation builds inside me. Just one hit is all I need.


Incase you couldn't visualize it well enough on your own.

I imagine biting into a square of 70% cacoa. My saliva caresses it and coaxes it to shed its solid form and get comfortable with my taste buds. The chocolate wraps her silky arms around my tongue, and I feel the excitement, the relief, rush to my brain, down my spine, and out to my fingertips. My entire body relaxes. My breath deepens. Just one hit, and I’m soothed.

Is it the sugar dragon attacking with renewed force now that the Whole30 is over? Am I just having major pms issues? Is the anxiety of letting go of the structure and rules of the Whole30 overwhelming my brain? I have no idea, but there is a silent rage gurgling inside, and I’m scared for the poor soul that crosses me at the wrong place and time.

I must admit, I binged again last night. Two binges in three days. That discourages me. I thought I had those old habits and patterns trumped. I didn’t consume any off plan foods during the binge, except for honey (and, boy, was that honey delish). I don’t feel particularly bad physically this morning, but my face is bloated, and I’m pissed at myself. I could have stopped at any moment last night. I was conscious of every bite and the increasing discomfort in my distended gut, but the bingeing habit is a beast to override. It requires earth, fire, water, wind, heart, AND Captain Planet to defeat.

My knee jerk reaction is to beat myself up. Ed chimes in calling me a fool and a failure. But I’ve got to tune him out. I have to take a step back and look at the big picture. I just spent 30 days consuming only whole foods. Not a single processed item touched my lips, nor did any added sugars. Sure, I binged twice in three days. I’m not proud of it, but I still succeeded in completing the Whole30. These two setbacks cannot erase everything I accomplished. They remind me that I’m not invincible, even after a perfect Whole30. It takes a long time to dig up the gnarled roots of deep-seated habits. It requires several baby steps forward and a few stumbles back.

That doesn’t mean it’s easy or fun. In fact, it down right pisses me off. But I’ll get over it. I’ll level out and find my centered, happy place again and keep plugging along. Because that’s life; that’s what we have to do.

Ok, enough of my pouting. I’m standing back up, dusting myself off, and finding a good song to get me back in the groove. Let me know how you’ve done, lovies. Brag about your successes or rant away. I’m always here to listen.

Whole30: Day 30

I lie belly down on our silky comforter, laughing with my husband. He's heroic looking, decked in his army green flight suit. His head rests against his forearms; his eyes grin. We lounge here flirting, trading playful verbal jabs, when it hits me. I'm happy. I'm pure, unadulterated happy, and I feel it more and more as each day’s sun sets. It’s almost inexplicable. Colors are brighter. Textures are more stimulating. I hear more and listen more closely, engage with people, and my words are weighty with truth and love. I rise in the morning brimming with excitement, finally understanding why my dog bounds out of bed and pirouettes around the room even at 5:00 a.m.  

Thirty days ago I was a dull firecracker, exploding and launching in every direction and fizzling out within seconds. I was aimless, burdened with the mundane of everyday life. I just went through the motions with a lack of control over my eating, my job, and relationships. I was depressed. I pitied myself for having sacrificed thirteen years of my life to eating and body image issues. I progressed greatly over the course of 2012, but in December I found myself stuck, stagnant and desperate for purpose.

Then I began the Whole30, and transformation took root. I'll be honest; I didn't think I would make it to the end. Who honestly thinks 30 days of radical change in nutrition can rival thirteen years of old habits? It seemed impossible, but it worked. I followed the guidelines and my health and body evolved. All the claims of greater energy, deeper sleep, improved skin and nails, happier mood, lifted brain fog, fewer headaches; they're all true. I experience them now. 

Healthy habits are like dominos. Flick one in motion, and it begets another and another. As I changed my eating habits, simple tasks, once a nuisance, became routine. I now cook all my meals. I find solace in the rhythmic chopping of vegetables and calm in the sizzle of coconut oil in a skillet. I make my bed every morning, instantly refreshing my mood. I wash my face every night instead of leaving my makeup caked and creased on my skin as I sleep, and I brush and floss religiously. I write every day. I smile. I sing. I dance. I laugh. I see beauty in the mundane I once despised. I burst with exhilaration for the present and anchor to hope for the future. And, well, I just feel like I've got my shit together.

More miraculous is that my eating disorder behaviors diminished significantly. I've only binged three times this entire month; mini binges of mostly coconut flakes, olives, and fruit. Counting calories, worrying over a food’s fat content, and anxiety over dining out seem insignificant now. The negative self-talk, all that garbage Ed spewed, is but a faint whisper thanks in huge part to covering my mirrors and refusing to look at my reflection. I slip on a pair of pants, and I notice the softness of the fabric against my skin instead of instead of the width of my thighs. I appreciate the radiance of my skin instead of targeting the clogged pores. I realize I love my body, and my body wants nothing but to love me back.

A year ago a therapist asked me my definition of healthy. I couldn't process past physical descriptors: vibrant, energetic, toned, smiling. She was looking for more, something deeper, the definition of true health. I now know what that is. Balance of body, mind, and soul and the connection of each to the others. Awareness, presence, self-love and compassion for others define true health because with these you achieve the vibrancy and energy, the centered mind and happy countenance, the courage and discernment to make those choices that lead to an optimal body and mind.

I metamorphosed with the Whole30. I broke open the cocoon, spread my wings, and took off. I found myself, Christan, who is strong, courageous, and capable (even sassy!). How is it that consuming only whole unprocessed foods for a mere month can alter a person's entire life? I don't know, but it happened. The Whole30 was my catalyst for transformation. It will transform you too (or has already if you've been doing it along with me). With a little patience, lots of planning, and an overdose of commitment and determination, you can experience the same benefits that I have through the Whole30. You can change your life. And I will be right here to help you with each step.

Congrats and love to you all.
Christan

Whole30: Day 29

One day left! Can you believe it?! All the preparation and hard work will finally find its climax. Relish it. Bask in the energy and confidence you’ve gained. Savor this victory for as long as you can stand it. Then get pumped up because we’re heading into the reintroduction phase.

I’ll be honest; I'm frustrated. I still have a few obnoxious lingering cravings and dreams about chocolate and tortilla wraps. For most that should have wrapped up a week or more ago, but I feel like I'm still experiencing extinction burst, and it SUCKS! My energy levels have dipped slightly because my sleep patterns are out of whack. I consistently get up between 5 and 5:30 a.m. but falling asleep and staying asleep are still a struggle. I hadn't been taking any of the medications prescribed because I want to work this out naturally, but I caved and popped a Lunesta last night because I wanted a solid 8 hours of sleep. When I woke up I still had the lingering headache that had plagued me all day yesterday. And then last night I also binged (again only on olives, fruit, and avocados). Why? Because I was tired, and instead of taking myself to bed (No, it's only 6:15, I don't wanna go to bed! Wah!) I stuffed my face while watching really horrible TV. What the heck is wrong with me? I accept the bingeing. I know I won't rid myself of that in only 30 days. But the cravings that seems to be getting stronger? The haggard sleep and reappearance of nagging headaches? That pisses me off. (End rant.)

I've been considering extending my Whole30 into a Whole45 to work out all the kinks. I’m wary that if I reintroduce sugars and grains right away, I might slip quickly back into old habits. I don't want to risk that. Besides I really enjoy eating this way. It has already changed me drastically despite these couple of nuisances with which I still struggle. I don’t miss the processed foods, grains, dairy, or treats like pizza and ice cream. In fact, I’m most excited about bringing almond butter pancakes and banana chips back into my diet. (Yeah, I’m that lame.)
 

The Whole30 works its magic differently on each of us (obviously, ugh). You may want to extend yours too, or you may be ready to jump head first into reintroduction. Mindfulness is key in this phase. As we continue our experiment, we need to pay extra attention to our bodies and their reactions to the foods we bring back. Our goal is to identify which, if any, of these previously eliminated foods cause us discomfort, make our energy lag, and upset our bellies. We want to bring these foods back one at a time. It wouldn’t be wise to eat a bean burrito smothered in cheese and finish it off with a brownie for lunch on day 31 because when you start to feel like crap (and I can guarantee you would after that meal) you’d have no idea whether it was caused by the cheese, the burrito wrap, the beans, or the decadent brownie.

The reintro phase will seem a bit slow, but it’s the best way to identify those foods that cause your body and health distress. So what do we do? For one day only choose a food (let’s say dairy) and eat a little bit at every meal. Yogurt with breakfast; blue cheese on your salad at lunch; ice cream after dinner. (Speaking of salads, I have only had two this entire month, which just goes to show you can revolutionize your health and lose weight without eating rabbit food. Hallelujah!) After each meal and the following day, pay attention to how your body feels. Do you still feel energized, happy, clear headed, and light? Sweet! That means dairy probably doesn’t pose any problems for you, and you can enjoy it in your regular diet. However, if you notice a dip in energy, brain fog, headaches, or stomach discomfort, that’s a good indicator you may want to avoid consuming dairy too often. Once you start to feel good again (maybe you spend a few days back on the Whole30 guidelines), spend a day eating grains at every meal. I recommend breaking grains down into three categories: gluten free, whole grain, and processed/refined (reintroduced in that order). Nitpicky, yes, but it will help you determine whether you experience trouble with all grains, just those with gluten, or just those that are highly processed.

Here are examples:

Gluten free day: Grits, brown rice, quinoa, corn on the cob

Whole grain day: Oatmeal, whole wheat bread, whole grain pasta

Processed/Refined day: Waffles! Buttery bread sticks! A fat, fluffy bun with your burger! CAKE!

Remember, reintro for one day, assess the following day, then eat clean for a day or two before reintro of next food group (in the event that you feel bad). While you’re at it, take a day to reintroduce bacon. Bacon for breakfast, lunch, dinner, snacks, dessert. Just platefuls of bacon. Because it’s that good. Kidding (but not really).

Once you’ve tested all the foods you eliminated during the Whole30, you will have a complete idea of how to fuel your body for your optimal health. You research and experimentation will provide you with a blueprint for maximum energy allowing you to live this life to its absolute fullest. If ever you feel sluggish, blue, or slip back into your old habits, just pull out your blueprint and get back on track. It’s that easy.

Whether you feel freakin' awesome or are still hacking through the underbrush like me tomorrow is still day 30. We've still made huge changes and stuck it out to the end. And for that we must celebrate!

Love to you all.

Whole30: Days 27 & 28

I bought my first piece of brand new furniture this weekend, a gorgeous, faux leather couch. My limited shopper's saavy scored it at over $100 cheaper than the original price. Adulthood, I have arrived.

Speaking of spending, there are two things we need to discuss. First, the biggest excuse I've heard for not trying the Whole30 (other than "I cannot survive without cheese!") is that eating healthy is expensive. Granted, a pound of lean ground beef and bags of fresh produce do cost a little more than a box of spaghetti noodles and a jar of sauce, however bags of chips, boxes of cereal, and cartons of ice cream aren't exactly a steal, especially if you want that delicious Blue Bell (over $6 for a half gallon). Eliminate the name brand processed goods from your buggie and you'll have significant cash left for all the yummy wholesome things you can eat.

Drive through meals, despite their reputation for keeping your wallet fat, cost nearly as much as sit down dining fare. A Zaxby's chicken finger plate is roughly $6.50. Take your date to a burger joint and you'll spend at least $12 for the both of you. Maybe it doesn't sound like much, but if you eat out once every day or even more than that it adds up. And if you get fancy and head to Long Horns or Olive Garden once a week, you'll plop down far more.

During this month, I've eaten out a whopping two times. Instead, I hit the grocery store every Friday night, stock up, and cook all my meals for the week. I buy a cart full of animal protein, fresh produce, and plant fats, and I've had more extra cushion in my bank account than ever before. If money is the issue holding you back from eating more nutritious foods, take a moment to assess how much you spend on eating out and buying processed foods. Budget your current food items and meals, then budget a Whole30 shopping list and compare the two. You'll find that it's more possible to finance healthy eating habits that you thought. Plus, think long term and consider what you'll save on doctor's visits and medicine that you no longer need because your body is optimally healthy due to the food you consume.

Remember:




TRUTH.

Second, you've heard how sometimes people trade one addiction for another, like an alcoholic who becomes sober and starts chain smoking. Well, be mindful of how this manifests in your own life. Many people who take on the Whole30 have deep-seated emotional issues with food. It's their friend, their crutch, their addiction. Taking that away leaves a huge void. Kudos to you if you've experienced this and patched the hole with something constructive like exercise, researching more info about health and nutrition, or devouring book after book. However, often people tend to fill it with not so healthy alternatives- hours of TV or, my personal bear, spending money.

 

I've always been pretty tight with money. I've never really had much to save, but what I do have I ration out. Rarely have I ever paid retail for clothing; I just can't bring myself to do it no matter how bad I want the item. I struggle to justify spending on decor for my home or a new book to read. I've wasted far too many minutes of my life pacing aisles of stores debating whether or not I should buy something that isn't a necessity. Yet, within the last few weeks, all I've wanted to do is shop. And, boy howdy, have I shopped. The extra pillow of dough from not eating out has allowed me the freedom to go and buy, but it hasn't escaped me that a large part of my desire to spend is because I'm transferring addictions. At least I'm aware of the fact and can take steps to check myself so that things don't get out of hand. And, fortunately, I don't have a credit card, but I'm wiser than to spend money I don't have. I've seen too many people slide down that slippery slope.

 

So to sum up: No excuses, not even money ones. You can do the Whole30 or just eat "healthy" without breaking the bank. And, be mindful of how you might be filling the void once held by your emotional connection to food.

 

Stepping down from my soap box now....Go make this Monday awesome, peeps!





Whole30: Day 26

Somewhere out there a genious woman, tired of coloring her hair, let her roots grow out and called it ombre. And it's been the biggest fashion trend of the past two years. Unfortunately, my roots and highlights don't blend so seamlessly together as the fashionistas' do so I decided to start my own trend.

Colorblock

It didn't catch on.

So I called up Rose at Style Bar in Chattanooga to work her magic on my mop. It's only fitting that I revamp my hairstyle since I've making over my health, body, skin care, and attitude. I've had long blond hair for seven years now, and I'm desperate for a change. Call it my seven year itch.

The big decision: what new style do I want? Something drastic. I scoured Pinterest for days, finding several styles that tickled my fancy. Shoulder length bobs, short choppy crops, super long wavy styles (really these were out of the question since extensions cost the soul of your first born child). After over a week of waiting, I leaped out of bed this morning, wired with excitement for my coming makeover. Then my phone rang. Rose was sick and needed to reschedule, or I could see one of the other stylists. Well, I wasn't going to wait any longer. Otherwise I might've chickened out and stuck with my long and blond so I signed on to see Caroline. There is no one I trust more with my hair than the ladies at Style Bar. Each knows their shit when it comes to luscious locks and stays ahead of the trends when it comes to style. I walked into the salon and met the spunky, fiery redhead Caroline and instantly knew I was in good hands.

Now, I love long flowing hair. There's nothing more classic or beautiful. It's perfect for attracting male attention, but I'm married and have no need to pull an extra man so it's time to have fun. I'm still young enough to pull off a slew of styles and I better get at it while I can.

Anyway, I know you really just want to see the pics so here's before....

Of course my hair behaves perfectly the day before my appointment



 And after....

I freakin' love it! I didn't think I had the guts to lob it all off, but Caroline convinced me it'd look awesome, and she was right. So, if you're in Chatt and need a makeover yourself or just want your hair loved on by super talented, cutting edge ladies, get your booty over to Style Bar and tell them I sent you.

P.S. What could make this day extra awesome? I can finally wear my favorite pair of jeans that haven't fit since last Christmas (2011)! Sweet!

Hope your weekend is fabulous! Love to you all.

Whole30: Day 25

Good Friday Morning!!! There is no reason you should feel blue right now, but if you happen to be plauged by downers here's your remedy.

In all our years of kitchen dancing my sister and I never attempted to boogie on the table. Probably because we knew mom would forbid it, and because we would fallen and busted our butts while breaking the table. (Note- I had some hilarious videos from YouTube of "table dancing fails" for your viewing entertainment. Unfortunately, they all linked to much naughtier videos so that idea was nixed.)

Now that I'm grown with my own place, I thought my counter top might be a good substitute for a table. I was going to video myself getting down to today's jam (my new theme song, by the way). However, as I bounded onto the counter and banged my head against the ceiling, I discovered that I'm about a foot too tall to dance on it. Such a shame (mostly because now you'll never see my mindbending counter top dance moves).

Apparently it just wasn't in the cards for me to post multiple hilarious videos today, huh.

I taught some pretty epic spin and yoga classes yesterday. The music selection was perfect; the spin drills were intense but fun. I had seven people show up for yoga! (For Ringgold, GA that's phenomenal.) The alignment cues, gentle reminders to breathe, and theory of the root chakra flowed from my lips like silky honey. I don't intend to brag, I'm just excited. I get such a high from teaching, especially when the classes flow as well as they did last night. The more students, the stronger the energy and excitement I glean from them.

There is no denying that individuals have specific energies, and that those energies can be collected and transfered from one being to another. It may sound new age-y, and the thought of chakras in the body may turn you off. But once you've experienced the power of a class full of yogis moving and breathing together or felt yourself become secure and confident as you root your feet into the mat in mountain pose, you'll realize there is some truth to the universal connection and the mind, body, spirit connection that is emphasized in yoga.

I know some shy away from yoga because they presume it is saturated with pagan philosophy. While yoga's roots are in Hinduism, it is not emphasized in most classes or practice. It is the spiritual connection to God and to yourself that is highlighted. When I experience these connections to my true self and to others, it brings me closer to God. The times I have felt God's presence the strongest are often during and after a practice, especially when meditating. Yet whether you are Christian, Hindu, or something else entirely, the practice of yoga (and meditation) will help you cultivate a quiet spirit, rewarding you with peace, connection, and grounding. Get on the mat and you will only find benefits. You will find yourself.

Namaste.

Whole30: Day 24

I'm getting ready for bed, brushing my teeth. I bend down to pick up a hair clip on the floor, and that's when I notice it. The hard, shapely muscle that is my quad. Where did this come from? Truth be told, I 've been taking it easy with the exercise this month. I can count the number of workouts I've done (aside from teaching) on one hand. But somehow my thighs are tighter and firmer than they've been in months. That means my body is burning fat for fuel instead of carbohydrates. That means the Whole30 works!

I always notice the improvements in my body a few minutes after I've stuffed my face. Usually after a binge subsided I'd look down and see that I actually had ankles instead of cankles because of all the working out and "healthy" eating I'd done during the week. Thanks to the binge I wouldn't get to enjoy them for long. Or I'd notice how my face finally seemed to thin out. Why couldn't I appreciate these things before I downed a carton of ice cream. If I was mindful of them before, I'd have probably been less likely to binge in the first place. Well tonight I just had extra spaghetti squash with a whole lot of extra homemade mayo. It wasn't a binge, but I definitely ate past the point of fullness. And just because the mayo was homemade doesn't mean it was lower calorie than Hellman's. It's creamed olive oil and egg. Delicious, but it's still not wise to eat a whole bowl of it as dip. Anway, I'm not upset about what I ate, but I am upset that I overrode my body cues and ate too much. Bad habits die hard, don't they?

I have had some crazy dreams the past two days. My dreams are always vivid, long stories full of color and action. Lately my brain's struggled to discern my dreams from reality. Since Thanksgiving I woken up screaming, crying, flailing, or trying to punch and kick someone over ten times. The week before Christmas, it happened three nights in a row. Blake makes a courageous choice to sleep by me every night.

Tuesday night, I dreamed I was a man trapped in the dungeon of a serial killer. Many details I don't remember, but it was long and terrifying. At one point the killer was on top of me, crushing my body over a table. Moist dirt tracked the lines of his palms, and with one he covered my mouth and with the other he pressed the blade of a grimy knife to my throat. I whimpered, loud enough and sad enough that Blake woke up to squeeze my knee and tell me it was ok. Blake rose to start his day, and I took a few deep breaths, fear dissipating, and fell back asleep. My dream resumed. I was hobbling down an overgrown farm road, coated in black dirt, bound at the wrists. A rusted red old- timey pickup rambled toward me and stopped. An old farmer, who acted as the law in those parts, jumped out. He knew who the killer was; he'd long been the town troublemaker. The old farmer, weaker in stature than I, guided me through shoulder high weeds toward an abandoned house. He reasoned being on the road would make it too easy for the killer to find us. Well, the killer was waiting for us in the house. The old farmer put on his authoritative voice saying, "Now see here, Junior. You're not gonna hurt this person any more. You're gonna come with me to town." How I don't know, but the old farmer managed to loosely tie the killers arms in front of his body and motioned for the two of us to follow him back to the truck. My anxiety throbbed in my veins. I begged the farmer to tie the killer up better or to knock him out. "Oh he's not that dangerous. He's just a little off in the head" was the reply. We trekked back to the truck, the killer making several swipes at me with his feet and bound hands. Each time I screamed. Each time I kicked back while taking steps away from him. Finally, I lunged toward him with all my weight and kick as hard as I could, which thrust me awake as I bounced two feet up in the air and my toes hit the ceiling fan. I decided to abandon sleep for the night after that.

Last night I had my recurring dream of a tidal wave. I've dreamt of tidal waves for at least three years now, maybe longer. The scenario is always one of three. I am on the 5th story balcony of a condo. I am sitting under an umbrella in the sand dunes, or I am surfing. The waves come on suddenly. It's never the one giant wall of water, towering like a skyscraper, but instead several waves that become larger and larger and faster and faster. There is never any way to escape them; there's always something (a building, a seawall) that blocks our passage to dry ground. However, I and the people with me never drown. In every scenario, the waves seem fun at first. I want to play in them (in real life, playing in waves whether its surfing boogie boarding or tumbling around, is one of my favorite things). Then a sense of urgency and anxiety sets in as the waves become more dangerous. Last nights dream, my sister and I were tailgating with a bunch of people on the dunes. Gracie wanted to play in the waves, but I wouldn't let her. They started rushing toward us, one after the other, until the walls of water reached our calves, our waists, and then began to crash over our heads. The urgency of saving my sister overpowered me. With each wave she rolled and sputtered. I grabbed her wrist trying to pull us close, but I woke up.

I'm sure I could find meaning in these dreams, especially the recurring waves, if I cared to revisit them, but thinking about them fills me with unease. It's funny. I've always had recurring dreams. When I was young, 6 or 7 maybe, it was always a vicious, fire breathing dragon that chased my brothers and me through a tangled kudzu castle. When I was in my teens, I'd enter a a huge public restroom with hundreds of stalls, and every single one of them was clogged filthy (you don't want me to be more descriptive on this one). I'd search and search for just one toilet that wasn't brimming with nastiness. Sometimes I'd luck up, often times I didn't. Now in my twenties, it's the waves....Hmmm....permit me to analyze a moment (even though I just said I didn't want to). I love the beach and the waves almost more than anything. I feel and home there and my soul is happy among the foam tops. But then in my dream they become a source of anxiety and fear and then become overwhelming. I've noticed I often follow this pattern with the things I love, the things I'm meant to do in my life like writing and teaching fitness classes and coaching people on health. I'm excited about them. I pursue them. Then the anxiety and fear creep in. Maybe I'm not good enough. Maybe I'm not cut out for this. I'm tired, and I don't want to do this. I'll be honest, sometimes I wish that I won't have anyone show up for a class because my anxiety about teaching gets so high. But I've been teaching for over a year! I'd like to get my personal training certification and a masters in exercise science, and I'm excited by the ideas, but there's fear there too. Fear that I'll get the training and fail to turn it into something great.

Wow, I need tidal waves to remind me I'm afraid to fail. Ha.

I really want to keep writing. My mind and finger tips are begging me not to stop. It's painful to kill the flow of writing, but I'll be late for work as it is. So have a totally tubular Thursday, and let me know if your dreams are as crazy as mine!

Weezy Wednesday: Whole30: Day 23

Three weeks in…..how are you feeling?   Are you feeling the energy?  Sleeping more deeply? 

This is the second time around for me.  I had to pull my journal from before to remember what was happening to me at this point in the 30 days.  It is not really a fair comparison.  October is less hectic work wise for me than January.  But on day 19, I was feeling the energy!  I was getting things done, checking them off the list.  This time, not so much, and that makes me sad!  

I have some sleep issues going on, and a nagging headache that haunts me especially in the mornings.  I am working on increasing my water intake as dehydration, even minor dehydration can trigger a headache.  I try to drink at least 8 cups a day (not counting any coffee or tea).  But if I am in the zone of work, I can forget all about water.  At times, I can arrive at bedtime having only consumed 4-5 cups.  I would not advise trying to suck down the remainder right before bed; it will most definitely disrupt your sleep!  So, now, I down a cup when I wake, a cup with my fish oil, and a cup on my drive to work.  If I start the day with water, I will want to drink it all day.  If I don’t, I’ll forget about it.  It’s habit.

But darn, habits are hard to make!

'Nuff said

For a number of years now, I have been plagued with back and hip pain.  Stretching is indeed helpful to keep what flexibility I have, but it is hard!   I wanted a routine that would not take too long.  I really wanted to do it in the morning, to stretch and warm up my muscles and joints after sleep, and also in the evening after sitting in front of a computer all day.

When she was home at Christmas, CQK very graciously worked up a yoga routine for me to do.  10 minutes in the morning and 10 minutes in the evening, perfect!  She walked me through each pose, giving me modifications when necessary. She showed me how to ease into the stretch and to stop if there was any pain. 

I have done the routine twice. Don’t want to overdo it!  

Seriously, why is it so difficult to do this?  I know it will (eventually) make me feel better, give me more flexibility and ease some of the discomfort in the back and hips. But when I open my eyes at 6:15, I am not thinking stretch, I am thinking coffee.  

I’m sure you have heard it takes 21 days to develop a habit.  I actually think I need longer than that, but that’s just me.  Instilling habit also takes motivation, a reason to perform the habit, a goal.  In my case, this would be LESS PAIN.  If this was attainable after one set of yoga poses, this would be easy.  Alas, it is not. It takes time and work so the goal has to be significant. Less pain is very significant.

Next, you need a trigger, an action the habit can link to. Since I want to do the yoga in the mornings, I need to chose an event that occurs every morning and, at this point, consciously perform the yoga routine after that event. Again, in my case, getting out of bed would be my trigger.  

And last, a reward, YES!  (Not chocolate). Oh, ok.  This is not like the motivation. This is an immediate reward for performing the habit.  In the morning, coffee will definitely be my reward.

                                                                                   Finally!

With my trigger, motivation, and reward in place, the final piece is to just get up and do it.My bed is oh so warm, and my taste buds yawn in anticipation of a steaming cup of caffeine, but my hip is begging for mobility. So I'll fumble out of bed and pamper that hip. I'll  just do it.

Take a minute to write down a trigger, motivation, and reward if your struggling to make something a habit, Whole30 related or not. Then resolve to do it. We'll be here to cheer you on!

Weezy

Whole30: Day 22

I love comments on my posts (wink, wink), but the code you have to crack to publish one is ridiculous. "Akwexrp" is not a word, and when written in cursive it just looks like a doodle. And I must need glasses because I cannot decipher the blurry numbers even when squinting inches from the screen. So no blame here if you want to reply because I've so stunned you with my magnificent play of words, but can't.

My skin is in crisis. Tiny little bumps sprouted across my entire forehead and cheeks on Sunday and will not go away. I'd been using the Zero Oil moisturizer from Origins for about a week and had noticed a few unusual breakouts. Then it all erupted. So I booked it over to the Clinique counter, which is where I should have gone in the first place. My mamaw introduced me to Clinique as a teen, passing down the tradition of the 3 Step System and Dramatically Different Lotion like a sacred Southern tale. I love Clinique. I trust it. I should have known better than to waste my money elsewhere. Sure enough, after spending much more than my bank account preferred and slathering my skin in the recommended products, my face was instantly soothed and looked so much better.

Why do you need to know about my Clinique love? You don't, but we are down to the final week of our Whole30, and it is time to start thinking about treating yourself to a job well done. That does not include a double brownie fudge sundae. Well, I guess it could, but think long and hard about that, my friends. I have the hardest time with rewards. I can't allow myself something just because. The fact that I just spent 30 days eating zero processed foods and recalibrating my body doesn't justify buying the perfect pair of flattering, butt-lifting jeans at $200 a pair. Typically my splurge at Clinique and getting my hair cut and colored count for my rewards, but I was going to get them anyway so they can't really be considered rewards then, can they?

My challenge now for myself (and I challenge you too!) is to choose something that is purely a treat. Something that you want, simply because you want it, and frankly, you deserve it after this successful Whole30. Maybe I'll go for a massage, one of those fancy hot stone ones, or buy tickets to Six Flags, or spend the night up in Nashville. (Shoot, I'd come out cheaper with the jeans if I did that... My penny pincher is the second extra voice that crowds my head. Crap, I really do sound crazy to y'all, don't I?) Anyway, start deciding now what would really just hit the spot for you as your reward. I will talk you into it if your penny pincher won't shut up too.

I discovered kettle bells yesterday. Actually, I've known what they are for years, but I finally learned how to use them yesterday in a Kettle Bell Hell class. Yes, it was hell, but it was awesome. I felt like a bad a** swinging those molded balls of weight then dropping to the ground and doing dive bombers and renegades. Who wouldn't feel like a beast doing moves with those names? Extra bonus, I was the only one in the class so basically I had a personal trainer for the hour. I'm gonna have to make that class part of my weekly routine, and if you know of any kettle bell classes around your area, go take them! Your confidence will skyrocket in just a short hour. (And if you want to come with me next Monday, I can get you a free class pass. Actually, I can get you several!)

More randomness, my weekend and yesterday, were the best I could have hoped for. The days were glorious, doused in sunshine and slightly crisp. We spent Saturday walking Landi around downtown Chattanooga, which was an experience to say the least. Sunday, I threw on my bikini top and achieved tan lines. Yesterday, we had dinner with the most lovely new couple. Well, the wife was lovely. The husband was one of Blake's fellow Troopers. That tells you all you need to know. I love making new friends, and I especially love when I click with someone right off the bat. And they're so young! I've finally taken on the roll of wise trooper wife, guiding the young chick through the struggles of married life to the uniform. That sounds so noble, ha. It's actually a lot of high pitched, fast paced griping and rolling of the eyes, wiping our hands down our face, shrugging our shoulders and conceding, "He loves it. We love him." And I do. I love that Blake with all of my heart. Every little blood cell streaming through my blue veins loves him. He's a handful, but he's worth it. That's another thing my Mamaw passed down to me. The smarts to pick a good man, a man like my Papa and my daddy. Well, I did.

Love to all of you.
Christan

Whole30: Day 21

I don't like posts like yesterday's. Sure, they're informative and helpful to some, but it wasn't heartfelt. I just dashed off some words, copied some pictures, and said, "Here ya go!" That's not the way I want to write. And I especially don't want to write that way about yoga. Yoga is not that impersonal. Yoga is aware and caring, gentle and kind. Much more than just a list of poses. And posts like yesterday's, well, it just didn't feel authentic. It was half-assed. I didn't commit a piece of myself to it, and that's an injustice to my writing and to you, my readers.

That being said, I don't have anything for today's post. After that heartbreaking Falcon's loss yesterday, I had no motivation to do anything except watch classic Disney movies and scratch my dog's butt. (Yes, I did watch Cinderella two nights in a row this weekend, and it's still magical.) And this morning, I woke to find Blake camped at the computer playing World of Warcraft so I couldn't sit and type my heart out. Who plays WoW ta 6:00 in the morning?! Enough excuses. I am just ill-prepared this morning. But I must say it was an idyllic weekend. I love my little family, and easy, free weekends when we're all together are my little slice of heaven.

Landi loves her daddy. Really...she does.

Make the most out of this Monday, and I'll catch you tomorrow!

Christan

Whole30: Day 20

 

Atlanta's big game, the NFC championship is today! They got lucky with last week's win, and they are going to have to play a perfect game today against the 49ers if they want to be in the Super Bowl. I think they'll do it. They may have won by the skin of their teeth last week, but it was still a win, and I think they needed that to boost their determination and morale. Ha, look at me talking like I know anything about football.

Well, what I do know is that there will be plenty of commercials during today's game which gives you the perfect opportunity to hit the floor and practice a few yoga moves that will help boost your immunity. Any form of yoga naturally lowers our stress levels, there by making us less succeptible to the crud making its rounds, but there are also specific poses that target the immune system, specifically the Thymus gland. I know as much about anatomy as my dog so I won't try to educate you on all the workings of the immune system. All you need to know is that the thymus glad, the primary glad of the immune system, is located behind the sternum in front of the heart.

Gentle chest openers, such as camel, cobra, and bridge are ideal for targeting the thymus. Downward dog and other inverted poses, such as forward fold, will encourage blood flow to the sinuses and help ease congestion, and child's pose is the perfect pose for resting and checking in with yourself. The key for all of these poses is your breath. Focus on slow, deep inhales and exhales through your nose, filling your entire belly and lungs. Try holding each pose for five breaths to start. Then work your way up to holding for the whole commercial break if you like.

Pictures of the poses are below, but I've linked them to descriptions on Yogajournal.com, which will tell you exactly how to perform each one.

COBRA:

CAMEL: Note* Pressing your thighs and hip bones against a wall helps to stabilize this pose.















BRIDGE:

 

DOWNWARD FACING DOG:


CHILD'S POSE:



 

Whole30: Day 19

Seriously, why?

I should have accepted when the cashier at Verizon offered the Holiday 2 for $30 deal on wall chargers, but no, I just took one. Why would anyone need more than one? Well, for when you run over the charger with the vacuum and behead it from its twisted coppery veins. That's precisely why you'd need more than one. Lesson learned.

So I was sitting on my couch last night enjoying our free HBO preview and eating a pork chop when I decided, "Chocolate, creamy, smooth, melting , dark chocolate would be so much better than this pork chop. This couch sitting, movie watching experience would just burst to heights unknown if I could have just one square of chocolate." Instead I grabbed an orange because I am GonNA cOmPly aNd ComPLTEte ThIS CRAP, DAMNIT! (Um, sorry, choco rage coming out there.) There's something about a fresh orange that just hits the spot when you've been sick (but not so much when you're craving chocolate) so I ate a second, and then a third. Three oranges. No big deal, right?

It was at this moment I felt my switch flip from mindful, conscious eating to autopilot, "let's binge" eating. In truth it had already switched somewhere in the midst of all those orange wedges, but I didn't notice it until I had swallowed the last one. I've mentioned before that weekends challenge me when it comes to the e.d. ways. Last night could have been triggered by old habit, and I do think that had a lot to do with it. However, I can't discount the sugar overload from the oranges.

Since January 1, I have eaten very little sugar. I put a kiwi and a couple of chunks of pineapple, blueberries, or cherries in to my green smoothie in the morning, but that's all for the day. Roughly about 1/2 a cup of fruit. I know veggies have sugar in them as well, but this girl isn't going to binge on orange peppers and pumpkin squash. So really I've cut out just about all sugar, and it's been fine. I've gone through the anticipated detox stages, and I feel really good right now. But last night showed me that I still need to have my guard up. If oranges can trigger the need to binge, then sugar still has a grip on me. Had I indulged in chocolate last night, it would have turned into a huge binge, one which would have ended with me sick to my stomach and slipping into a food coma, and these three weeks of work thrown out with the garbage.

After the oranges, I ate a can of black olives, a very large bowl of frozen pineapple, cherries, and mango (all that was left in my freezer), a batch of caramelized coconut flakes, and a spoonful of really nasty cashew butter (that was the first time I've eaten nuts of any kind during this Whole30 too). Right now I'm waffling between beating myself up over this "mini" binge or celebrating because 1.) It was minute compared to my normal binges 2.) I binged only on compliant foods 3.) It's the first binge I've had in three weeks (and I used to binge every single week). Hmmm...3 to 1. I think we should celebrate!

I may have to go longer than a Whole30 in order to completely destroy sugar's grasp on me. I may need to stick this out for 45 or 60 days. And that's ok; after these first 30 it should feel immensely easier. If you're 2/3's of the way through too, maybe this weekend is a good time to evaluate where you stand, and if you think you should continue a little longer. You definitely don't have to, but if the little choco demons haven't abandoned camp on your shoulder yet, it's something to consider.

You know, this post was supposed to be about yoga for immunity. I got waaay sidetracked. Fear not! Tomorrow I'll show you how to stimulate your Thymus and ward off the flu.

Have a super Saturday, peeps. Love to you all!

Whole30: Day 18

The sun's been hiding for about a week now. It's cold and dreary, and everyone is sick.
Time to take matters into our own hands. I've slathered on my No-Ad Coconut Lime lotion and am wearing my brightest green butterfly scarf. Beckon some sunshine into your morning. Grab your kiddos, if you have them, or your love muffin, or shag it out by yourself to the anthem of my childhood.

Back when I was a tot, several of my summer days were spent at my granddaddy's beach house on Tybee Island. Looming three stories high and mere steps away from the beach, it was a tropical palace. Screened in porches covered in astroturf wrapped around the top two stories, at the end of one of which hung a king sized knotted hammock. We kids spent more time swinging and fighting on that hammock than we did constructing dribble castles at the beach (and we built a lot of dribble castles!). But the best part of the house was the ground floor with its speckled concrete floor and perfume of salt and baked sunscreen. It was a trove of party fun. Poker tables circled by red leather covered barrel seats. A pool table and ping pong table. A kitchenette and separate room packed with at least six sets of bunk beds. Can you imagine the parties my dad, aunts, and uncles had there back in the day?

For my siblings and me, though, the prize was the juke box against the far wall; its glowing pink and blue neon lights drawing us close like moths. There were several songs to choose from the faded, yellowing menu, but we only puched the sticky plastic buttons for three: Ghostbusters; New York, New York; and our favorite, Brown Eyed Girl. Jumping and twirling to Van in that yellow beach house on 10th Street is the first memory I can recall of dancing. The pluck of the guitar chords invaded ours souls and forced us to move. Those days were all giggles and sunshine...except for the time I planted my heel directly onto a rusty roofing nail and had to get a tetanus shot, but that's a different story.

Have a fabulous Friday, y'all.



 

 

 

 

Whole30: Day 17

At day 17 we're supposed to be feeling like golden rivers of endless energy are coursing through our veins. We should be sleeping better and no longer have cravings, but the Whole30 makers stress that every one's experience is different. It may take longer for some than others to reach this point. I thought I was there, but I haven't been sleeping well at all, dreaming of lemon bars and icing this time. My energy scrapes the bottom of the barrel, but that's because I'm sick with a vicious cold. The dreams and the crap sleep I can't figure out though. It's frustrating. But then I remember, we still have roughly two weeks left. I think about all the changes that occurred in the first two weeks, and that makes me feel better that in the next two the "magic" will finally happen. I won't give up. You don't either.

*****

One of my husband's very good friends died yesterday after succumbing to a life long battle with Muscular Dystrophy. He was only 28, and he was one of the most inspirational people I've ever met. Despite being confined to a wheel chair and unable to do the most basic every day functions, such as bringing a glass of water to his lips, Eric accomplished more in his short life than most. He never lacked ambition. One day he and his brother (who was also diagnosed with MD and passed away last year) decided they wanted to write and publish a novel so they did. It wasn't a daunting task that they only dreamed of doing. They just committed to it, and the result took care of itself.

I can't do Eric and his life justice with my words, but I can celebrate his life and be grateful for the example he set. He never gave up. He never let his disabilities limit him. He lived as normal a life as he could, and it turned out to be extraordinary. I make a lot of excuses daily to avoid things that scare me or that I think pose too big a challenge. Fear controls many of my actions. But today I throw off that fear. I have the privileges of health, mobility, and choice in what I do and where I go; privileges that Eric was denied. Today I step forward to live a daring life and conquer my dreams.

Whether it is completing the Whole30, writing a book, leaving your job and starting your own business, or letting loose and dancing in front of a crowd, don't let fear stop you. Don't be overwhelmed by how hard or impossible it may seem. Just commit and do it. I can't promise you it will all be roses and rainbows, but I can promise that you won't regret trying.

Peace, Eric, and love to the rest of you.

Weezy Wednesday! Whole30: Day 16

My body is playing host to a germ block party. Do you know how hard it is to stay on the Whole30 while feeling like death? All I want are saltines, ginger ale, and cough drops. Thank goodness for my Momma and her intuition. She didn't know I was sick, but her post gives tips and a recipe to help  anyone who feels like they've been run over by a truck stick it out while staying compliant.

Take care, everyone, and slather in sanitizer!

I’m sick!  Not really, but it seems everyone around me is.  I cannot walk thru a store without hearing someone trying to hack up a lung.  I can hear the coughs and sniffles down the hallway at work.  AHHH,  I want to run away!  Instead, I keep the antibacterial gel nearby and wipe down door knobs, computer keys and telephones with the disinfectant wipes.

Note:  No medical advice is being given here, I am just telling you what I do…..

Sunday morning, I woke up at 3:00 (what was that about deep sleep while following the W30?) with a sore throat.  Ouch, it was really sore.  So I rolled out of the bed, stumbled to the kitchen and gargled with warm salt water.  It brought enough relief that I was able to fall back asleep pretty quick.  However, the next morning, it was worse, and I had a pounding headache to go with it.  My standard remedy for the headache is 2 naproxen sodium tablets (store brand, definitely), an analgesic patch at the back of the neck, and a super cold icepack on the head.  I crawled back into bed and prayed it would pass quickly.  Sometimes it does, sometimes it does not.  By midday, I was up and moving.  Throat still scratchy, but tolerable. 

    The month of January is a bear for me.  January 1^st, I hit the ground running,   and I am already behind! Late nights; Saturdays; it will not let up until the 31^st. The first day of February, I can finally take a breath, but right now? Getting sick now is a big no-no.  So, last week I pulled out the slow cooker and made bone broth.  I used bones from a chicken I had cooked earlier in the week, and beef bones from the store, because I wanted the darker, richer broth.  I added 2 large onions, with skin, the tops of a bunch of celery, and garlic, lots and lots of garlic.  After this cooked on low for A DAY, I strained it through a colander and placed it in the fridge.  The next day I skimmed off the fat, of which there was very little, warmed up a cup and sipped away.  Hmmm, yummy.  Believe it or not, I have been drinking a cup of this broth in the mornings.  I used to drink 2 cups of coffee.  Now, I am drinking 1 cup of coffee and a cup of broth. 

Why am I telling you this?  Because it’s 10:30 on Tuesday night and I’m tired and I don’t know what I’m saying.  Also, because I think this has helped me to avoid the sickness that is rampant around me. 

On the same note, daughter #2 will often ask for my ‘hot soup’ when she is feeling a cold come on.  This is a concoction I put together a few years ago when we were battling the ick.   We call it ‘hot soup’ because it will burn the cold right out of you. 

HOT SOUP:

Ingredients:

• Chicken broth, boxed is fine, watch for msg . Homemade is better, you know what is in it.
• Chopped onions
• Jalapeno or other hot pepper, chopped  be generous (or cayenne pepper powder)
• Chopped garlic, (lots of garlic)
• Shredded Chicken (optional, it gives you something to bite into and chew)

Sauté the onions and chopped pepper in oil until golden.  Add garlic (lots of garlic). Cook and stir a couple of minutes, don’t let the garlic burn.   Add as much chicken broth as you want, heat it up.

Put on your jammies with the footies, ladle up a steamy mug, and snuggle under the covers on the couch.   You will feel better.

HALF WAY THERE! Whole30: Day 15

Take a moment and sing the chorus of Bon Jovi's Living On A Prayer and own every word of it. Yes, Whole30ers, we are half way there! It's day fifteen. How do you feel? What has surprised you so far? What challenges are you still struggling with? What are your goals for the next half? I want to know!

My inner critic (his name is Ed) rose up and beat me down yesterday. Loud and consistently harsh, he kept berating me. “You didn’t get up at 5:00 for your workout, lazy ass. You wasted all day Sunday watching football. You should have been finding spin songs or writing. You’re eating too much salt. You should be smaller. Why is your belly still pooching? You should exercise more. You’re a terrible doggie mom for not walking Landi yesterday. You’re blog posts are lack luster lately. You think you’re putting in effort? You think you’ll maintain this momentum and healthy change? Yeah, right.”

We all have that ugly, disparaging voice that cuts us down and makes us feel worthless. But I chalk this assault up to my body and mind’s final resistance against the changes I’m making with the Whole30. It’s called extinction burst (Google and learn). My bad habits are attacking with one last hurrah in an effort to stick around. They’re fighting with everything they’ve got. Ed realizes that he’s losing. He knows that I am capable of eliminating his hateful words and succeeding in my goals. That scares the shit out of him. Ed is comfortable in my brain. He knows how to manipulate me to always get his way, and he doesn’t want to give that up.

Do I sound crazy? Trust me I don’t have multiple personality disorder. Naming that hateful inner voice is one of the best ways to confront and combat it. We expect perfection of ourselves, even though we know it’s impossible. We expect that our bodies be lean and our skin clear, our houses spotless and decorated. We expect our jobs to be fulfilling and our work, excellent. We expect to hone our hobbies, to get through our day with energy left to spare, to be these glorious, culturally developed beings who can do anything and everything and care for everybody without fault. But it will never happen. We may do our best, but that inner critic will always tell us it’s not good enough. He will always find ways we could improve and ways we have failed.

 

Standing in front of the mirror, I told Ed to shut up. I voiced out loud all of the successes I’ve achieved in the last two weeks. I’ve stayed 100% compliant to the Whole30. I haven’t binged in over two weeks (a record). I’ve written every single day. I’ve made time for exercise every day. I’ve prepped and experimented to make this challenge as easy and successful as possible. I’m shifting my focus from weight loss to health. I feel good, and I’m proud of myself.

 

For awhile I've debated on what to divulge and what to keep private on this blog. Then today I read a post from Zenhabits and was struck by this excerpt:

 

“I will write with honesty and feeling.” – Ted Nicholas. I’ve long since giving up caring about how others choose to judge me. What matters more than others’ opinions is the number of people that I can help by sharing advice and encouragement in my writing. The most powerful songs are written by songwriters who bare their souls. So screw it, let’s do it. Let’s put it all out there. I’m not going to help as many people as I could if I keep the “real info” to myself. I also understand now, better than ever, that sometimes you have to “write to repel” in order to strongly attract the readers you desire."

 

Many of you already know that I have struggled with an eating disorder for nearly thirteen years now. I've swung on the pendulum from one end of the e.d. spectrum to the other. Anorexia, Bulimia, Binge Eating, Body Dismorphic Disorder- I've dabbled, no, wallowed in it all. I never been shy about discussing my disorder. For years I felt like it made me stand out, made me different, and it has definitely given me opportunity to help others with the same struggle. That whole time I felt like the eating disorder and I were one. I couldn't define myself apart from it, from Ed (get it? E.d. eating disorder?).

 

Then during my yoga teacher training last year, I realized that every one of us has a similar story. Every one of us has some struggle or event that has shaped and molded who we are. Everyone has hurt like I hurt. None of us are alone in our pain or struggles. It is that story that makes us unique. My eating disorder has helped developed my passion for health and my compassion for those who fight with their bodies. But I also learned (and finally embraced) that we are not our struggles. They may mold us, but they do not define us. The eating disorder is not me. You are not your struggles nor your inadequacies.

 

Also know that things will get better. For twelve years I felt hopeless and resigned myself to the fact that I'd be plagued with eating disorder issues for the rest of my life. Then last year, baby step by baby step, things started to change. I don't take all the credit. Several things came together at just the right time to make my recovery progress. And was not easy. The inner digging and tinkering exhausted me. Relationships were strained. Many days, frustration at its peak, I'd scream profanities at Ed as if he were sitting next to me. Some days I felt truly crazy.

 

But there are always silver linings. God does not leave us alone. Maybe you feel that way now. Maybe you feel hopeless, too (or maybe I am way off base with all of this). I understand. It's hard to trust the Lord when you've endured years and years of relentless trials. But He is always faithful. There is a purpose and plan for every struggle you battle. I am lightyears ahead of where I began 2012. I am a completely changed person, but even now I wonder what is in store and how God will use me. The difference is I know He has something big planned. And I know He will keep propelling me forward, maybe not always as fast or in the ways I would like, but I will get there, imperfections and all.







Remember, we do not have to be perfect to be good enough. We can love ourselves, be proud of ourselves, even if we’re flawed. We have no other choice.

Take a second to check in with yourself and write down your experience so far and everything that you've discovered. Write to heal and reveal successes, challenges, and solutions that you hadn't realized before. Embrace what you learn. Give thanks for all the wonderful and unique things about yourself and take pride in them. Show them off. Love the present you. Not the you at the end of the Whole30 or the thinner, more disciplined you. Love the imperfect, hardworking, strong, beautiful, extraordinary you, right now.

Love to you all.
Christan

Whole30: Day 14

I had my tuchus served to me on a silver platter Saturday. The Brickhouse class at Thrive Studio in Chattanooga (where I teach Tuesdays and Saturdays so come see me!) is a hour long pain fest of agility drills, calisthenics, kettle bells, and bridge sprints. Two minutes in, at burpee number ten, my legs were toast. By the end, I was lying flat on the dirty floor in a puddle of sweat and rain. It was exhilarating but a wake up call too. If the zombie apocalypse erupts tomorrow, I'm their first course. My only hope would be to hide and wait it out because I can't run to save my life.

That means it's time to amp up my workout routine. Week two is under our belts, and you should be finished with the detox phase and feeling much more energetic. I've notice that those perpetual, nagging headaches, brain fog, and fatigue have lifted. Cravings are gone, even the desire to have something sweet after dinner. With the revived energy it's the perfect time to focus on adding some extra movement to our day.

I teach five spin and yoga classes a week. I count the spin as my cardio, and an additional three times a week I do some heavy weight lifting. If you want to change the shape of your body, heavy lifting is the way to go. It'll get your heart rate up while building and tightening your muscles, and the calorie burn lasts for hours afterward. Plus, the more muscle you have the more you burn, and you just feel like a bad ass hefting all that iron in the gym.

Anyway, it's clear I've got to do some work to build agility and endurance when it comes to push ups, sprints, and plyometrics (jumping exercises) so here's the shake up:

Monday: AM- 45 minutes heavy lifting
                PM- Kickboxing
Tuesday: AM- 30 minutes agility drills, plyo, sprints, etc.
                PM- Teach spin
Wednesday: AM- 45 minutes heavy lifting
Thursday: AM- 30 minutes agility drills, plyo, sprints, etc.
                  PM- Teach spin/yoga
Friday: AM- 45 minutes heavy lifting
Saturday: AM- Brickhouse class or yoga
                         Teach spin/yoga

Then again, my aunt shared this video with me.

I'm hooked. Chattanooga, watch out. Dance walking classes are coming soon!

So think about ways you can move a bit more during your day. The energized, healthy feeling you've got now by getting your nutrition on track will be amplified by physical activity. Get out and do what ever you enjoy most. Walk, run, dance, swim, practice yoga, lift weights, do a body weight circuit, take a spin class or a body pump class, Zumba, or fitness dvds. YouTube has several yoga and workout videos to try. For the next half of our Whole30, add another facet to your challenge by committing to physical activity at least three days a week. Grab your tennis shoes and water, and let's go.





Whole30: Days 12 & 13

Note to self: Do not take a multi-vitamin with 6777% of Vitamin B before going to bed. I had this great idea that if I took it at night, my body would have a good eight hours to soak up all the nutrients. Instead I was up until four in the morning, clawing my eyes out because my brain and body were running ninety to nothing. At least I know that for a shot of energy, Vitamin B is the way to go.

The word on Facebook is that Statesboro, my home town, feels like beach weather this weekend. That's not too unusual for the middle of January, and I'm jealous. Also, the new bathing suits I ordered arrived. The coast is on my brain, and I could crawl out of my skin waiting for summer. To appease my need for some sun and sand, I decided to make seafood dishes for the coming week (but in this home they'll only last a day). Prepare to be impressed.

My pictures suck. I know.

 

I splurged and bought crab meat from Whole Foods yesterday and transformed it into the best crab cakes I have ever eaten. Maybe they were so good because I got to have two all for myself instead of just a couple of bites from an expensive restaurant appetizer that the whole table shares. Or maybe the were just freaktasticly delicious because that's what crab is. The recipe is simple and doesn't require much time so if you're tired of the same protein staples you've been noshing for the past two weeks, definitely try these. Try them regardless.

 

Do you like football? The hubby and I don't watch it much until the end of the season when the playoff games begin. Then we become die hard fans rooting for our Eagles, Bulldogs, and Falcons. I'm crossing my fingers that the Dirty Birds will pull a W today and head to the NFC championship, but they have a bad habit of choking in these playoff games. I hold out hope, but win or lose, I'll be eating good.

 

Football just isn't football without munchies and chrunchies. Enter nori chips, coconut lime crusted shrimp, and jicama home fries.

If you miss sushi or chips, eat these.

S.H.R.I.M.P.



The nasty looking mound of brown chunks with the shrimp are the jicama home fries, and they're pretty tasty. Reminiscent of potatoes, just slightly sweeter, they came out crisp and toasted like hash browns. In an effort to keep all the shrimp to myself I coated them with coconut flour and finely shredded coconut flakes because Blake can't stand coconut. That didn't stop him. His love of shrimp is stronger than his hate of coconut, dangit.  

 

Recipes are below. Have a beautiful Sunday.

 

NORI CHIPS:

 

Ingredients:

• 12 nori sheets
• water
• 1 tbsp coconut oil
• your choice of spices. I chose salt, pepper, and garlic powder.

Directions:

• Preheat oven to 275 degrees. Cover a couple of baking sheets with parchment paper or aluminum foil
• Place 6 sheets of nori, shiny side up, on baking sheets. Lightly brush with water, being sure to reach the edges, then place another sheet of nori on top and press the two together.
• Cut the nori into strips and arrange in a single layer on the baking sheets.
• Combine the coconut oil and seasonings in a small bowl and using a pastry brush, coat the tops of the strips. Sprinkle with extra salt if you want.
• Place on the middle rack of the over and bake for 15-20 minutes. They will crisp and turn a deep glossy green. Remove from oven and allow them to cool for maximum crunch.

 

JICAMA HOMES FRIES:

 

Ingredients:

• 1 pound jicama peeled and cut into chunks
• 1/2 tsp salt
• 1 medium onion, finely diced
• 1/2 plus 2 table spoons coconut oil
• 1 tsp paprika (or your own spices of choice)
• 1/2 tsp chili powder
• 1.4 tsp salt
• 1/4 tsp pepper
• 1/4 cup minced parsley

Directions:

• Place the jicama and 1/2 tsp salt in a slow cooker and add enough water to cover the jicama by about 2 inches. Cover and cook on high for 12-24 hours. The longer it simmers the more tender it becomes. When the jicama has finished its soak, drain, pat dry, and place in the fridge until you're ready to start frying.
• After soaking the jicama, Heat a large skillet over medium-high heat, add 1/2 tbsp coconut oil and allow it to melt. Toss the onion in the pan and saute, stirring frequently. Cook until nicely browned and transfer to a small bowl.
• Add 2 tbsp coconut oil to the skillet and allow the pan to get hot. Add the jicama cubes, shaking the skillet to make an even, single layer. Cook the jicama without stirring until the cubes are golden brown on the bottom, about 5 minutes, then carefully flip the jicama with a large spatula and make another single layer. Repeat until jicama is browned on most sides.
• When jicama is toasted to your liking, add the onions, paprika, chili powder, salt , and pepper to the pan. Stir to blend and heat through. Remove the home fries from the heat, stir in the parsley and serve immediately.

 

COCONUT LIME CRUSTED SHRIMP (An original creation!):

 

Ingredients:

(Note: I didn't use measurements. I just threw a little bit of this and a little bit of that together and it worked.)

• 1 bag of pre-cooked and shelled jumbo shrimp, thawed
• Lime juice
• Coconut flour
• Finely shredded, unsweetened coconut flakes
• Salt and pepper
• Coconut oil for cooking.

Directions:

• Heat the coconut oil in a skillet over medium heat.
• Pour lime juice into one bowl and mix coconut flour, shredded coconut, salt, and pepper together in another bowl.
• Dip shrimp in lime juice then coat with coconut flour mixture.
• Place in skillet and cook until browned (30 seconds to a minute at most). Flip to other side. (I had to keep adding coconut oil in order to cook these right. The mixture did not cling to the shrimp as well I I would have liked, but they still tasted amazing.)
• Remove shrimp from skillet and place on a paper towel covered plate. Serve immediately.