Today was my son’s 6 month check-up and he’s growing like a weed! Now weighing just slightly more than 17 pounds and 26 inches long, he has a head circumference of almost 17 inches – no wonder I call him “Pumpkin Noggin”. Thank god his Auntie Jessica is knitting him a winter cap, I can’t find anything to cover his cranium…
His weigh-ins are my weigh-ins too and I have to admit I was dreading this one. I’ve been a little slack about getting to the Y and working out. Mornings with the baby are so sweet and I feel like a monster waking him up and dragging him out of the house so I can exercise. This week I made it to the gym twice, and last week I only went once. I’ve tried to make up for my slow mornings by taking long afternoon walks, but they often culminate at the coffee shop and the sugary soy milk in my decaf latte cancels out the benefits of my jaunt, I’m sure.
So imagine my surprise to find that I’ve lost another 4 pounds! My goal is only 8 pounds away – single digits! It’s not quite a pound a week, since there were 5 weeks…but I still feel pretty good about it. And Fall has always been my time of year to focus and regroup. I’m glad summer with all of its distractions is over.
So I’m going to challenge myself – can I lose my remaining 8 pounds in only 2 months (so by MJ’s 8 month check up) and shave a month of off my time? I’ve already got my next goal figured out, too. My pre-pregnancy weight is 25 pounds heavier than I was at my high school graduation. Can I get down to my 1990 weight by my next birthday….March 20, 2011? If I can make it, I’ll celebrate my first 39th birthday (an age I intend to “stick” for many years) thinner than I have been in more than 2 decades. Can I do it? Yup.
Today I made a difference. After hearing about the Vitamin Water lawsuit and reading countless articles about how we “drink” our calories, I’ve become hyper-vigilant about my beverage consumption. I haven’t had a soda in more than 2 years, and if I drink juice, it’s in small amounts or added to sparkling water to give it a little more kick.
While shopping in Whole Foods today, I noticed that they were having a special deal on juice boxes as part of their back-to-school promotions. There was a huge stack of “Honest Kids” organic juice boxes with a Whole Foods sign advertising “Organic Juice Boxes $4.99” – not a bad deal. So I picked up a pack and looked at the ingredients. Sure enough, right above the Nutrition Facts panel it says “10% juice” The first ingredient was water, the second was sugar, then various juices. So I put it right back down. But then instead of walking on, something inside me snapped. I stopped a passing “team member” and asked to speak to the manager. The grocery manager came over right away and I explained very nicely that I thought their sign was unfair – that these so-called “juice boxes” only contained 10% juice and were actually 90% sugar water, and that marketing them as “Organic Juice” was wrong.
The sign was removed (although the product still remains, but to be fair, I don’t think that’s the grocery manager’s decision – but a corporate call) and 2 hours later when I checked back in after Mommy & Me yoga, the sign was still gone and the juice boxes had been re-stacked in such a way that the sign couldn’t be put back in its previous spot.
It’s a really small victory – but if one mom isn’t fooled into thinking that she’s giving her kid juice when it’s really fancy flavored sugar water – then I feel like I did my good day of the day. But this type of marketing and labeling happens all the time and I get especially cranky when it’s devious AND marketed towards children. Grrrr…
I mean, look at this packaging – it has the USDA Organic seal, it says “organic thirst quenchers”, 1/2 the sugar of most kids drinks. No HFCS, and the brand name says Honest – right there, plain as day (Yes, it’s made by the Honest T folk) Any unsuspecting shopper would think this is a good choice. Makes me crazy that I have to read the side label on every single package – but that’s what we have to do. So this is my battle cry “Read Every Label!” today I won a small skirmish in the battle of the bulge, but the war rages on…
This is the sign that greeted me at my Y this morning when I went to work out. I almost drove into a tree reading it, I was laughing so hard. I really appreciate the humor and the sentiment. A few days ago, my Facebook status was a quote from Bill Maher ~”A recent Duke University study showed that exercise is just as effective a cure for depression as Paxil and Zoloft. So ask your doctor if getting off your ass is right for you.” Genius.
Ahhh…EXERCISE…it’s the cheapest and easiest thing you can do to improve your health, but it’s always met with such resistance. Personally, it’s the first thing I let go of when I get busy. I don’t love it. If I could be healthy without it, my badonka-donk would be playing with the baby or watching The Deadliest Catch marathons (yup, my new favorite show – I love the crabby men of the Bering Sea). I was just lamenting the fact that I only made it to the Y twice this week (in a “normal” week, I work out four times, and if I’m truly on top of my game, I can get in five or six workouts). And I have a million great excuses: the baby was sleeping, the weather was terrible, I had a morning appointment, I had a lot of work to do, I needed to go grocery shopping, I didn’t have any clean socks, my IPod was out of juice, my curiosity was piqued, my moral compass was pointing northwest instead of true north. My best one: I’m sore from going yesterday, so I’ll go tomorrow. Tomorrow always seems to be three days later in that scenario.
The ironic thing is that when I’m actually working out, I feel fantastic. Moving my body makes me feel strong and capable – and not just physically, but mentally and emotionally. Those endorphins start pumping and I feel joyful. When I’m in the middle of it – I love it! Yet every morning I wage the same internal battle about getting up and getting my badonka-donk out of bed. If I win that war and make it to the gym, I often end up in a great mood, being more productive and getting more accomplished than if I sleep in an extra hour. Why is that? How does exercise make it possible to get more done in less time? And knowing that it does, why is it such a fight to work-out everyday? Ahh – the classic conundrum of the right thing v. the easy thing. If there’s one thing I’ve learned about life (and taking better care of myself) it’s that doing the right thing always pays off in the end. And speaking of ends…wait til you see my ever-shrinking bodonka-donk donk!
I have a new favorite sweet treat, courtesy of the Swift Half Pub at the Piazza in NoLibs. It’s sold as a bar snack, 3 pieces for $3 and it’s CRAZY GOOD. I’m so grateful I didn’t discover this treat while I was pregnant, it would’ve been ugly. Bacon Peanut Brittle. Excuse the poor photo quality, but I had to use my phone to capture the moment:The bacon was thick and smoky and there were large pieces dispersed throughout the treat. It wasn’t chock full of peanuts, there was lots of “brittle” – that caramel sugary crackle of sticky yummy molar-gumming goodness.
It struck just the right balance of salty, smoky & sweet – and I don’t usually care for smoke flavor. I don’t like smokehouse almonds, the smoked cheeses or fish. As a matter of fact my grandmother once said I wasn’t a “good Jew” because I don’t like lox. (Why take a perfectly lovely piece of salmon and torture it like that? What’s the matter with a nice poach or a lovely pan sear? Hell, give it to me raw with some rice and wasabi and I’m a happy camper.)
Bacon Peanut Brittle lives in my own personal nutritional no-man’s land. I even heard myself try to rationalize eating such a huge quantity of sugar with that old standard “but it has a good amount of protein in it” – peanuts AND bacon (as if those were great sources of protein – ha!). And peanuts have the “good fat”. It’s amazing the lies we can tell ourselves to justify poor choices.
Deep breath and let it go. I wanted it and I enjoyed it. It was one choice out of many that I made today, and my other choices were good. Kale and eggs for breakfast, a salad with grilled shrimp for lunch, a homemade dinner of brown rice pasta with fresh vegetables from the farmer’s market. A plum, some cantaloupe, lots of water to drink…At least I know I ate the rainbow of fruits and vegetables I needed to get my nutrients. Obviously I’m still rationalizing. But it was delicious…and so worth it!
Today was my son’s 5 month doctor’s appointment and he is thriving! A healthy 16 lbs 3.5 oz and 25 inches long…in the 50th percentile for growth…he’s getting nice & chunky! He also had to get a shot, so now he’s resting uncomfortably, my poor fussy guy.
His weigh-ins are my weigh-ins too, and so far I’m proud to say that I’m right on schedule – and another 5 pounds down! I have 4 months left (just over 16 weeks) to get rid of my remaining baby weight, 13 pounds. I’ve noticed that I feel more fit when I exercise (kicking step class ass) and I can see the difference in my face (hello cheekbones!) and my thighs (goodbye saddlebags!). I’ve also been gluten and dairy free for more than 2 months without any “cheats”.
Today, the tech at my pediatrician’s office asked me what I was doing to lose weight (after remarking about how great I look – thanks Jackie!) and I told her I was exercising regularly, and eating well. And that’s so true – I haven’t been counting calories or weighing out exact portions, and I’ve certainly had treats (a chocolate bar here, gluten-free cake there, a crazy amount of BBQ ribs while on vacation) But at the end of the day, I realized that the best thing I do for my health is cook. As soon as eating out is out of the equation, the weight comes off. Which makes me wonder exactly what I’m eating at restaurants. Last night I stumbled across this article in the New York Times that explains that published calories counts on menus can (legally – according to the FDA) be off by up to 20%. And some of the discrepancies were just ridiculous!
Here’s a quote from that piece:
“Some of the disparities were startling. At Denny’s, a serving of grits, listed at 80 calories, tested at 258. The label on Lean Cuisine’s shrimp and angel-hair pasta says it has 220 calories, but the researchers measured it at 319. They found 344 calories in a Wendy’s grilled chicken wrap listed at 260.”
YIKES! I may not be a calorie counter, but if I eat something that says it has 80 calories and it really has 250…well, I certainly won’t reach my goal of losing 13 pounds in the next 4 months.
Every Tuesday I torture myself with the BodyStep class at the Y. I started two months ago, thoughts of Jane Fonda-sizing running through my mind. Careful choreography is not my strong suit; and I’m about as graceful as a bull in a china shop (although much better looking in a leotard).
The first class I attended was actually the launch of the program at the YMCA, complete with fun give-aways – granola bars and bottles of water. I skipped the food, but ended up drinking multiple bottles of water during the class. And there were three instructors, each demonstrating a different level of commitment. Beginner (“Possibly”) Intermediate (“Unlikely”) and Advanced (“No Chance in Hell”).
The music was loud and energy was high and I was concentrating very hard not to twist my ankle or fall on my butt. I had to follow the “low impact” instructor and I still struggled to keep up. I must have looked completely dejected when we were done, because all 3 instructors came over to talk to me after class. (Do they work on commission?Are they paid by the pound? Am I someone’s Christmas bonus?) The high impact leader of the pack was a little too perky for me…I would’ve liked to kick her in the shins, but I was too exhausted to lift my foot. My low impact lady introduced herself as Jennifer and whispered in my ear that she weighed 275 pounds when she started BodyStep and was now an instructor in training, one year later. SOLD!
Now I’ve been working out 4-5 times a week, mixing it up with BodyStep, BodyPump (a weightlifting version), water aerobics, and time in the fitness center – 2 months later there’s a noticable difference in my fitness level. This weeks class was my personal best. In just 8 weeks, I’ve gone from the simple tap on the bench to the high knee. This is a major milestone in the world of step aerobics! I feel like I should get a gold star, or a button or a sticker, maybe a bumper sticker (BTW, my personal bumper is definitely smaller) And I felt strong, capable and almost graceful. I can’t believe the changes in only 8 weeks. Monday is my official 5 month weigh-in (I can’t believe my son is 5 months old!) I’m hoping for a loss of 4-5 pounds, my slow & steady 1 pound/week goal. Hopefully I’m on track to get my baby fat off in the same 9 months it took me to put it on. Stay tuned…
I have a sweet tooth. I can walk away from potato chips without flinching, because salty snacks just don’t satisfy me the way sugar does… Creamy candied pleasure, luscious chocolate gooey-ness, and the pinnacle of my dessert desire – birthday cake. I have great affection for that hyper-sweet yellow confection, thick with buttercream icing…
But knowledge is both a blessing and a curse, and becoming a nutritionist has really ruined a lot of sweet treats for me. Now I know that (at least commercially) my favorite frosting is made from cheap hydrogenated soybean oil. Hydrogenated oils are a deal-breaker. When I’m shopping, if I see High Fructose Corn Syrup on an ingredient list, that item goes back on the shelf. I’m watching my added sugar intake like my life depends on it (Because it does, with the way diabetes runs in my family!) Add to this I don’t eat gluten or dairy and what’s a gal to do?
Check out this incredibly delicious and goof proof recipe!
Chocolate & Peanut Butter Covered Frozen Bananas
- 3 bananas
- 1 cup dark chocolate-chips
- 2 tablespoons organic peanut butter
- 9 wooden popsicle sticks
- parchment paper
- Peel bananas and cut into three sections. Gently insert a popsicle stick into the center.
- Place on a parchment paper lined tray and place in the freezer while you melt your chocolate.
- Combine chocolate chips and peanut butter in a double boiler. I use a Pyrex mixing bowl over a pot of softly boiling water. If you must use a microwave, set it on medium (power 6-7) until melted. Stir with a spatula until smooth.
- Pour melted chocolate into a tall, narrow glass or container. Remove bananas from freezer. Dip, one by one, into the chocolate, letting it ooze up the sides of the glass and coat the banana.
- Place bananas on tray again and sprinkle with nuts, if desired. I think cashew pieces are ideal. For an extra hit of chocolate, go ahead and put more chips on top. Or mix them together…mmmm…yum!
- Freeze until solid.
To enjoy: remove from freezer and allow to sit at room temperature for about five minutes.
The reason I like this so much (besides the fact that it hits all my pleasure centers – sweet, cold, & creamy) is the added protein from the peanut butter and nuts. In choosing a healthy treat, I look for a complex carb, a “good” fat and protein. The banana is my complex carb, and the nuts act as both healthy fat (monounsaturated or MUFA) and protein source. I use chocolate that’s at least 65% cocoa, rich and dark and full of antioxidants.