Veg’d out

I love my fruits and veggies. I really do. Given the option, I’m more likely to order a big salad or a double side of vegetables when I’m at a restaurant than a potato or meat. I add crazy things to my culinary creations to up the veggie ante. Most days though, I’m a coffee hound with a side of a couple lazy fruits and a bowl of cereal.

Our family has been falling far behind on our 5-a-day. My bugz aren’t thrilled by anything other than an apple, banana, or fresh berries. They don’t particularly “like” vegetables…although they will eat them over meat. They are definitely (wheat-free/celiac) grainovores. They want cereal for breakfast, peanut butter and jam sandwiches for lunch, and noodles for dinner. And sadly, gluten free options aren’t always the cleanest food choices. It takes a lot of additives to make some foods taste good without the gluten!

And Leith? He just wants meat sticks from the 7-Eleven. And beer.

Sigh.

I can only sneak so much into my kids’ diets. Until I had a moment of genius: smoothies. My kids love smoothies! They beg for us to stop at Booster Juice whenever we are at the swimming pool. So last week, I introduced the idea of Smoothies For Breakfast, and they went NUTS! They have been having a veggie- and fruit-filled smoothie every day for 5 days now. They get about 2 servings of produce each, and then some. Each smoothie has pomegranate juice, almond milk, a whole carrot, 2 handfuls of spinach, parsley, a whole banana (or half an avocado), frozen berries, a few tablespoons of Greek yogurt, chia seeds, and hemp hearts.

BOOM!

Lots of real, organic, natural foods. No mixes or powders, no fake vitamins, no fibre substitutes, no sweeteners. Just real, whole foods. And they LOVE it! The rest of the day, I can sneak peas into their noodles or throw some baby carrots on the side of their sandwiches. I always take an apple and banana with me to my dance classes, and I get 4 servings of fruits/veggies in my smoothie because I’m not sharing it ;)

To make an awesome change even better, I finally signed up for the Organic Box! They recently expanded their service to Spruce Grove/Stony Plain, and they have a drop-off location. I’m currently spending about $45-50/week on produce, and only half of it is organic. For $55/week, it’s all organic. Not bad!! I’m really looking forward to having more variety, and being able to custom-tailor our orders each week.

How do you get your family eating more vegetables and fruits? What are your tips and tricks?

When life happens

I’m still alive. Honestly. My mind has just been consumed with dance class wear orders and canning carrots and making pickles. And more class wear orders. And more pickles. And house-breaking the chiweenie. And parenting. And working.

And stuff.

So, what’s new? I’m on quite the motivation kick this week, and feeling great! Monday was sheer chaos, as I had to cancel $6000 worth of dance wear orders, resize them for a different company, and reorder them on a rush.

Yesterday, I canned EIGHT LITRES of dill carrots. All of the were from my garden. Yes, my garden grows carrots, zucchini, and potatoes. Nothing else. All my onions, peas, beets, radishes…nothing but greens. And truthfully, I only got one bowl of potatoes from twelve hills of potatoes, and only 5 small and 2 monster zucchini from six plants.

Yes, that is PURPLE cauliflower, from the St Albert Farmers’ Market!

But I have carrots!

Today is all about getting back on a health kick. I haven’t been running since my 30k at the end of July. I’ve been eating horribly, and if I get a litre of water a day, it’s a miracle. Ugh. I’m back on My Fitness Pal (add me: magzd), tracking and logging my food and activity. I may even start running again!

Then there is the house! I’ve finally narrowed down paint colours for my living room and I am getting rid of my red wall. It’s just too aggressive. I’ll keep my red accents, but it’s getting toned down. I’m also buying us an early Christmas gift as well:

And thanks to my dear Sku, my office is functional and tidy again!! We spent Sunday purging and organizing everything! I finished up on Monday, and it is SO nice to walk past the door without feeling massive anxiety… Yes, there is still a couple of boxes to put away, but as of yesterday, the desk clutter was completely gone!

And I took my long-neglected SCOBY, separated the layers, made a SCOBY hotel, and started brewing kombucha tea again, much to the horror of most of Facebook and Twitter :)

You can see that, while I’ve been absent from my blog, I haven’t been absent from life! I hope to be posting much more regularly now that dance is in full-swing and life has calmed down. I miss you all – and I have the winner from my 1000th post contest to post too!!

Now for the big question: did you miss me?? ;)

Treat the Stollery

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It’s Miracle Treat Day today! That means that thousands of people will flock to their local Dairy Queen for a Blizzard treat to support the Children’s Miracle Network. In our area, that means supporting the incomparable Stollery Children’s Hospital.

We’ve made use of the Stollery several times, especially since our twin celiac diagnoses. We also called the Stollery’s cousin, the Royal Alex NICU, home for the first two weeks of our bugz’ lives. This network is near and dear to many friends and families we know.

You would think we’d be first in line for a treat today, especially with a charitable excuse! I love my Blizzards, especially now that they have a mini size – something manageable, rather than gargantuan to treat myself with. But no, we won’t be at DQ today.

Instead, I did what I do every year:

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I sent a text to 45678. Then, a $10 donation to the Stollery hospital will come off my cell phone bill. Done. No junk food necessary.

You see, Treat Day is an awesome reminder for me to donate to the Stollery. It brings awareness to the cause, which I love. What I don’t love is that everyone uses it as an excuse to buy junk food “for a good cause”. Yes, some of your purchase goes to the hospital. But most of it goes to ice cream. And while I love ice cream, I don’t feel obligated to buy it to support the cause.

Instead, I take the $10 I would have spent on ice cream and spend the full amount on the Stollery. And maybe tomorrow, I’ll take my bugz for a treat if we think we deserve it. Or maybe we will go to the park to celebrate that they are healthy thanks to the miracle hospitals in our community.

Ice cream is awesome. The children’s hospital in your community is awesome. I just can’t stand using junk food to support healthy causes. It’s right up the alley of ParticipACTION partnering with Coca-Cola, and McDonald’s sponsoring the Olympics. At the end of the day, it drives profit into fast food corporations under the guise of feeling better about yourself.

There is a healthy choice out there too. Take the awareness, and don’t feel obligated. If you really want a Blizzard today, then you should totally get one and enjoy that you are also helping a good cause. But if you don’t want a Blizzard (or wouldn’t get one anyway), don’t make a special trip. Text “Stollery” to 45678 and get more bang for your buck.

Wavering

It’s Day Two of the Whole 30. I hate every living minute of it.

I have never, ever, in my whole life wanted to quit something so quickly.

I hate it. Yes, the food is tasty. Whatever. It’s not satisfying at all. At. All.

My reasons for doing this were varied:

  • Of course weight loss is always a little bit nice. I haven’t been able to break 135lbs, but I also haven’t been trying.
  • I like the paleo food lifestyle. We can’t eat gluten-y grains, and we avoid most dairy anyway. This provided some structure, which was much-needed and much-wanted.
  • I love doing stupid challenges, like my sugar fast. I wanted to see if I could do it.
  • I wanted to feel better.

But guess what? The Whole 30 is a HUGE, SUDDEN CHANGE, even for someone who eats 90% gluten/dairy-free already. The physical act of cooking and eating the super-strict Whole 30 food isn’t what’s hard. It’s the mental commitment to it.

You see, I’m already pushing my brain beyond it’s happy place with my marathon training. I have to run 18 miles this Sunday, and I have some serious mental energy that needs to unblock before then. This year’s training is taking more mental commitment than anything I’ve ever done.

I also have a husband who has been gone since Saturday, and now won’t be home until August 2nd. He was supposed to be home today. Surprise!!

There’s also the timing on top of the mental stress. I am going away for the August long weekend with two celiac kids. I already need to plan for their food, and I don’t know if I want the added stress of bringing my own food too. Plus, it’s kind of imposing and rude to my hostess (even though she’s a beautiful, accommodating soul). The morning after we get back, I leave for 5 days in Las Vegas. I’ll be dancing from 9-5 every day, plus three training runs. I’ll have a tight schedule around meal times, and I’ll be at a hotel the whole time. The hotel is at the edge of town – no time for grocery store trips or anything like that.

That, my friends, is 8 solid days of food stress. On top of travel stress, on top of training stress.

I honestly don’t think I can do this right now. I actually feel anxious about eating. THAT is not healthy. I actually want to CRY. It’s pathetic. I don’t want to run out and get a Blizzard and a bottle of wine. I just don’t want to feel trapped and anxious!

I’m a healthy person! I’m not overweight, and I’m very active. I have no discernible health concerns. This isn’t a do-or-die nutrition situation. But I have to stop and wonder: am I having trouble because of all the other stress it’s causing, or because I really need to do this for my body. Is this just withdrawal/cleanse, and I need to push through it? Or is it just BS and I need to take the warning signs and walk away, try again later?

And it’s not like I’ve been starving. I’ve eaten LOTS – at least 2000kcal each day for the past two days. But I’m forcing it in, and I’m still not getting nearly enough carbohydrates to support my training.

Ugh.

I don’t like quitting, and I quit too often. But it’s not worth the struggle right now. Even if I woke up tomorrow and it was an easy day, it’s not worth it right now.

I can go gluten-free and dairy-free. I can’t do this Whole 30 right now. So while the title of this post is “Wavering“, what it really means is “Quitting“.

I need some breathing room right now. I can’t do food guilt. I need to just eat and train and dance and run that marathon in October!

So, Whole 30? I quit.

Whole 30 – Week One

My meal plans are set out for the next seven days! Today and tomorrow are my farewell-to-grain days, as I am preparing for the Moose is Loose half marathon in the morning. Monday morning is the start of my Whole 30 Challenge!!

Breakfasts:

  • Egg muffins with spinach, sausage, onion, and pepper
  • Ground turkey with onion, kale, and apples
  • Shredded chicken with yam/carrot/onion hash
  • Sausages with sweet potato hash brown cakes
  • Omelette with spinach, onion, peppers
  • Apples with almond butter, hard boiled eggs, left-over asparagus
  • Shredded chicken with apples, onions and carrots

Lunches:

  • Spinach salad with tuna, avocado, peppers, and cucumber
  • Spinach salad with salmon, red onion, capers, and olives
  • Peppers stuffed with tuna, carrots, peppers, avocado, mayonaise
  • Shredded chicken, sweet potatoes, fruit
  • Omelette with sausage, kale, and asparagus
  • Left-over beef roast with kale, onion, green beans and sweet potato
  • Left-over beef stew with apples, carrots, sweet potatoes, and onion

Dinners:

  • Spaghetti squash with ground beef, diced tomatoes, spinach, onions, and peppers
  • Beef roast with kale, onion, carrots, sweet potatoes, and green beans
  • Beef stew with apples, carrots, sweet potatoes and onion
  • Turkey chili with tomatoes, onions, and kale
  • Cauliflower pizza dough with sausage, onion, tomatoes, and peppers
  • Sausages with onions, apples, kale, and cucumber salad
  • Crustless spinach quiche

I’ll be honest: looking at my meal plan, the estimated cost of groceries for this week terrified me! Nothing but fresh produce and meat! And this is my first week of living on cash only! What if it was more than the $200 I allotted us??

I had a handful of the ingredients already (5 peppers, green beans, cucumbers, riced cauliflower, diced tomatoes, almond butter, and capers) but I needed to buy everything else. When the cashier at Superstore finished ringing up my items, I was shocked!


Shocked!!!

Now, I still need 2 rotisserie chickens (those are my lazy-protien days ;) ) and a spaghetti squash, so my final total will be closer to $150. I’m sure I could do a little better on the produce if I went to H&W Produce, but I didn’t want to make 2 trips into the city today.

Not bad, hey? And this is for ALL FOUR of us!

Switching to gluten-free grain flours and products bumped my monthly food bill from $600/month to $850. It kills me to spend $4-8 on a loaf of bread. This will take a huge chunk off that total, AND it will also keep Leith from buying lunch every day. $8-10 a day, 5 days a week?? That’s another $200 a month saved right there!

I am so excited, and my mouth is watering just looking at the menu. I can’t wait to start…48 hours to go!

The No’s: any grains/rice/quinoa, seeds (including peas and corn), soy, dairy, legumes, sugar, caffeine (other than tea), and alcohol

I can’t wait to share the results with you :)

Homemade Gluten-free Failures

Well, that was disgusting.

The thought that ran through my head as I finished eating a piece of my latest disaster…

This whole new celiac lifestyle has thrown my kitchen for a loop. I just can’t see to find from-scratch recipes that are consistently tasty, nor can I figure out how to modify my existing recipes.

Tonight, for example:

At first glance, it looks beautiful. But this bread normally resembles a round, crusty sourdough loaf instead of a crumbly biscuit disc. It’s the simplest of recipes: flour, water, yeast, salt. Mix, rise, form balls, rise, bake. My friend has successfully substituted quinoa flour and soaked chia seeds for the regular wheat flour. I did the same.

It failed.

A) It didn’t rise. It poufed a little in the bowl, but that’s it. It definitely didn’t rise a second time.

B) It tastes like dirt. Oh, so very gross. So very…quinoa. I had to drown it in almond butter and jam to destroy the flavour, and now I have a very distinctive quinoa aftertaste in my mouth.

Yuck.

I have found a great pizza crust mix, a great pancake mix, and a great bread mix in the celiac/gluten-free sections of our supermarket. I’ve even found decent brownie and chocolate chip cookie mixes.

But from scratch? I quit. It took me 28 years to learn how to love cooking and baking, and the last 4 months have single-handedly destroyed my desire to even try anymore. This sucks :(

Committed

I did it.

I registered for the BMO Okanagan Marathon this October. This fall, I will be running 42.2km through the Okanagan Valley.

Crazy.

I made sure to opt-in for the bottle of souvenir wine with my registration. I’m pretty sure it will be the best $20 I’ve ever spent!! We are also turning this into a 4-day holiday so that Leith and I have plenty of time to stock up on other local wines before we head home ;) It will be our first no-kids holiday in 3 years!! I’m so excited for the beauty of Kelowna in the fall…

Let this be a warning to all of you: don’t ever finish a half marathon. You’ll be sucked in to the thrill, and then you’ll find yourself clicking “confirm” on race registration upon race registration. You’ll be filling in the calendar with your insane training schedule, and praying that nothing happens to your angel of pain physiotherapist between now and race day.

You’ll buy new shoes:

barefoot runners

new Vibram Komodos – so pretty!

You’ll actually contemplate hiring a babysitter so that you can get your long runs in if Leith is out of town…!

Commitment is such a sickness…

The Run!

I spent the weekend in Cochrane with one of my dearest, longest-known friends: Suzi, also known to me as just Sku. I am home after a long, rainy drive, and my heart is full and happy from so much goodness!

The main reason for visiting this weekend was to participate in the Footstock half marathon on Saturday morning. I knew that I was ready, but that didn’t stop me from having incredible pre-race jitters!! I took 2 melatonin tablets before bed and still tossed and turned all night, listening to the rain and thunder outside.

I woke up to a cold, dreary day. The ground was soggy and the wind was howling. Suzi and I bundled up into my car, cranked the heated seats on, and drove to town! And before I knew it…I was off!

The pack mentality was hard to shake. I knew what my goals were: keep a 6:30 km/min pace or faster, walk one minute every 5 km, and finish under 2:15. The energy swept me away from the starting line and I had to fight to keep from pacing with the crowd. I held back, knowing that I would be better off in the long run ;)

Six beautiful kilometres along the Bow River, and then the hill from hell that Melinda had warned me about. Even knowing, I was completely unprepared for the monster that lay ahead of me. Head down, one foot in front of the other, don’t walk. And when I wanted to walk, I didn’t, because I was going to OWN THIS DAMN HILL! At the top, it curved to the right…and then KEPT GOING UP. Oh god.

And then…I crested the top and headed 3 kilometres down a dirt road that had been magically transformed into a mud pit. The wind beat down on me, and I could barely see through the rain drops dripping off my eyelashes. I was soaked and cold, and just like *that* – the turn around. Halfway done!! I hadn’t even paused to walk!

I passed the 12km line, and all of a sudden my right IT-band started screaming at me out of the blue. I’d had no pain until then, although I’d been expecting it. I promised myself to walk if it started hurting worse. A couple hundred metres later, it did. I have never stopped moving SO suddenly. It hurt.

I swore under my breath as I walked it out, trying to stretch and lengthen my stride without stopping. I tried to talk myself up. I had just over 9km left in my run…I could do this. I had to do this. I was NOT letting some nagging stupid injury foil my great plan!!

So I ran.

And as I ran, I played with my gait until I found a strode that minimized the pain and let me keep going. I vowed to adapt as necessary, but for the next 9 continuous (no walking – woo!), I ran with an imaginary Skip-It on my right ankle:

Yup. I can’t WAIT to go to physio on Wednesday!! Pleeeeease don’t kill me, Laurie??

But surprisingly, even though I swung my right leg out for 9km, it didn’t hurt. And post-race? My knees were tender if I sat for too long, but not stiff and definitely not painful! And today? I’m not the least bit sore, tired, or stiff!

I screamed down the hill of death, and into the river valley. I was on track for my pace, and the wind was at my back. My energy was high, and I was flying. I broke out of the trail at 18km, and a song came on my iPod.

And suddenly, 3km from my goal, I had a lump in my throat the size of Texas and was fighting back tears. I was completely emotionally overwhelmed by the magnitude of the day and overcome with gratitude for everything and everyone who got me to that point. I was also profoundly proud of myself and my body for making it happen.

Yes, I was bawling on a dirt path while I ran.

And then the finish line was in sight. I bucked up my pace to a beautiful 5:30km/min for the last kilometre. I saw my dear Sku at the finish line, camera in hand. I heard my name on the loudspeaker…

running, half marathon

And I finished.

And now, I have this to add to my collection:

Meet Herman

Meet Herman:

kombucha starter

Herman is my scoby! Much like Irish friendship bread, Herman came to me as an offshoot of my friend Erin’s scoby :) She popped him in a jar and passed him along to me.

What’s a scoby? It’s a live culture. It looks like a glob. It grosses people out.

But Herman’s purpose in life isn’t to gross people out. His purpose is to turn already-tasty tea into magical kombucha tea! Magical because it brings the body back into balance…although the effervescence does feel magical when you drink it ;)

You can read about the reported benefits of kombucha here.

Basically, I will take Herman, and add him to the amazing sweet tea from Tea Desire and distilled water:

kombucha starter

Sweet tea, cooling so as not to scald (KILL!) Herman

He will do that voodoo that he does, and in a week I will have kombucha! I’ve been looking for a tastier recovery drink, and Herman is my gateway.

Yes, the whole thing is a little hippie for most people. I don’t mind though – I’ve been missing the hands-on experience in the kitchen during our celiac transition, so this is a nice way for me to get back to the earth and also help with my detox.

Bottoms up!

Kids don’t need snacks.

When I was a kid, there were two kinds of lunch box snacks: fruit snacks (without character endorsements…) and pudding cups in metal tins.

I had neither.

To be honest, I don’t remember feeling starved or neglected by my snack-lacking lunch. I vaguely recall eating half of my sandwich if I was actually hungry at our mid-morning appointed snack time in elementary school. There was no afternoon snack when I got home – that was called “dinner”. Truly, it didn’t have much bearing on my quality of life.

Today I read an insightful editorial by David Staples – someone with whom I don’t normally agree – and it hit me right between the eyes: we are creating generations of rounder and rounder human beings, forcing food into them faster than their little bodies can process the calories.

Now, obviously, I know this already. But to see something as awesome as active kids being sabotaged by unnecessary food consumption makes my heart CRY. Kids barely get enough physical activity to counteract their suggested food intake, let alone the overconsumption that is happening in most little bodies. Have you ever looked at the nutritional information on most “healthy” kids’ snacks, let alone the junk food? SOOOOOO MUCH sugar, processed “ingredients”, and excess calories.

We are hard-wired to consume food when it’s in excess, but at some point we need to exercise our brains as well as our bodies and realize what we do and do not need. Adults are guilty of rewarding themselves with food after a workout; now we are teaching our already-at-risk kids to do the same. My kids’ schedules are dictated by me – whereas I can go for a run if I eat too much, my kids don’t have the leisure or the mental maturity to know that they need to run off and exercise at will. They need me to set the example for them and provide opportunities.

When my kids beg me for a snack at 10am, I check to see if they’re really hungry or if they’re just bored. Most of the time, they just need a change of direction. When I say no, and take them outside to play instead, I am teaching them that boredom does not equal hungry.

Stuffing kids with food, healthy or not, at any given chance is destroying any chance of teaching them healthy habits about moderation. We are living in an increasingly fat society. Our healthcare dollars are being spent on the completely preventable morbidities of excess consumption and sedentary lifestyle. We aren’t teaching our kids to notice hunger cues. Instead, we are teaching them to reward good behaviour (exercise, homework, potty training) with food, whether they are hungry or not.

I played soccer for one whole season, most of which was spent twirling in the field, picking clover. But I also watched my dad coach for many years, and watched my sister play for those years. I don’t remember a single “snack break”. I remember kids sipping water. I remember one kid getting yelled at for drinking pop in the middle of a game. There was no eating; after all, doesn’t anyone remember that eating + running strenuously = barfing?? I exercise on an empty stomach. Even during a 15+km run, you won’t catch me refuelling. I will eat when I get home, and even then, it will be minimal because I listen to my body, and the last thing my body wants after a run is a full stomach.

My friend Kristi made an excellent point this morning: Can you imagine if we breaked for snack during dance??

Can you imagine?? Can you imagine the stomach cramps that would have them doubled over, or the vomit I would have to clean off the studio floors? I have one diabetic student in my class of 16 who checks her blood sugars in the middle of class when we break for water, and even she rarely needs to break for a snack. Her blood sugar is fine. So are the other 15 kids, aged 11-15. If they don’t need a snack in the midst of my 90-minute dance class, why does any other kid?

They don’t.

It’s not refuelling them. There is not a single dietician who would agree that regular kids (or adults, for that matter) need FOOD in the middle of an activity that lasts less than 2 hours. They need hydration with zero calories: water. Afterwards, they need dinner. There is not a single average kid who needs snacks in the midst of their activities, or needs recovery foods afterwards. Most of these kids are failing to meet CSEPs guidelines for physical activity for kids and teens: 60 minutes of moderate-to-vigorous activity EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. When they aren’t meeting these standards and are eating too much food, the only result is overweight and obesity.

And yes, that is a problem.

And yes, you can eat too much healthy food. Calories are calories. Too many oranges or too many chocolate bars and too little activity still equals weight gain.

Food is a social necessity in every society, but we need to use it in its proper place. The soccer field/dance studio/hockey rink/playground is not the place. Nor is the couch. Our kids are getting fatter, even when they’re more active than there peers. The skinny kid in class is the anomaly now.

That needs to change. Now.