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January 11, 2012

My resolution aha moment

If you read my post at the beginning of the year, you already know that this year my resolution didn’t come in its standard format of “lose weight” or “get in shape”, but instead simply  Reduce, reduce, reduce and have fun!  As I’ve been continuing to reduce the “stuff” in my home and reduce the amount of junk I’m putting into my body, I’ve also migrated back to something I started a few years ago, but since lost sight of, Clean-Eating.

For those of you who aren’t familiar with what Clean-Eating is, I think of it as the Health/Nutrition class we never had.  To summarize the Clean-Eating principles, they are to eat 5 -6 small meals a day (every 2 – 3 hours), drink adequate amounts of water (8 cups per day), cut out over-processed foods and refined sugars and eat “clean” food (food that is as close to its natural source as possible).  In short, it’s eating the food our bodies were meant to eat (long before food came in a box or from the freezer section) and eat it when we need it.

Anyway, back to the aha moment.  The other day I pulled out my Eat-Clean books and cook books and started reading them again.  I was reading a part of The Eat-Clean Diet book written by Tosca Reno when something dawned on me.  In there was mention that Clean-Eating or Eating Clean shouldn’t really be called a diet, but a way of life.  A way of life…  That’s when it dawned on me why my previous resolutions haven’t worked.  In past years I was trying to make my resolutions fit into my existing lifestyle rather than changing my way of life.   Or as my Dad says, I was trying to jam a square peg into a round hole.  It didn’t fit.  I kept trying to find ways to make it fit.  It never worked.  It was never going to work!

I would try to force myself to go to the gym and “work out” even though I hate going to the gym and hate “working out”.  It would be painful and miserable every time I went.  It was like trying to cram my size 9 foot into a size 6 shoe.  Try as I may, not matter how bad I wanted the shoe, the shoe was never going to fit.  At some point I would give into the pain, give up on the shoe and go home.  The same went for the gym.

So what’s different this year?  My perspective changed.  I realized that I’m not just making a resolution, I’m changing my lifestyle. This time I am not trying to do something or be something that isn’t me, but instead be who I already am, but getting rid of the things that don’t work for me anymore, which in turn opens up the time and energy to do things I “didn’t have time for” in the past.  I’m trading in all the “stuff” for a simple, clean, healthy and active lifestyle.  And… no gym.  I realized there are a ton of things I’ve been wanting to try but haven’t done because I “didn’t have time”.

So as I sit here, on January 11th, I still feel good about my resolution.  Why? Because everyday that I do something, anything, toward my goal to “reduce” and “have fun” is an achievement. Everything I get rid of, every bite of junk that I pass up and eat “good stuff” in its place is progress.  Every minute that I spend doing something I enjoy vs. something I “have to” do is success.

This year, I don’t have a goal that I can fall short on or beat myself up for because this time it’s a process.  A change in my lifestyle.  I’m not promising myself I’ll go to the gym every day or lose X pounds by X date or try to squeeze more time into an already jammed schedule to work out or to have fun.  At the end of the day, end of the week, end of the month and end of the year, if I have less than I did December 31st of last year, if I’ve freed up more time in my day or week to do something fun, then I have followed through on my resolution.

So that was it, the moment of the epiphany, the aha moment.  My resolution this year is not a temporary change being forced onto an old way of living, it’s a new way of life.  Clean living.

Kate

January 3, 2012

Looking forward to 2012

As many have probably come to realize, I do a lot of reflecting and self-examination.  It’s pretty much my MO, and not just during big events such as birthdays and the end of one year or the beginning of the next (although that does tend to cause me to reflect even further) but I think reflection, trying to figure out how things fit into the bigger picture is just a part of who I am. I once read that is in the nature of those of us who fall under the Sagittarius birth sign and for the most part, I’d have to agree with that.  Needless to say, I’ve done some reflecting on the past year, but honestly, I felt like I reflected so much while everything was taking place that I’d be beating a dead horse to continue, so I’m not going to.  At least not today.

I am, however, looking forward to 2012.  I realize today is technically the end of the 2nd day of 2012 from where I’m sitting, but I’m going to pretend for a moment that it hasn’t quite begun yet.

This year, I’m not doing traditional resolutions.  I decided that I usually end up with something similar to that of which I had the previous year and fell flat on my face about day 2, then beat myself up for about 2 weeks over how I can’t even keep my resolutions for 2 days then spend the rest of the year doing about what I did the year before.  So this year, I’m changing it up.

My goals for 2012 are this.  Reduce, reduce, reduce and have fun!  Sounds simple, right?  I know we all hear “Reduce, reuse, recycle” all the time – or at least that’s been ingrained in my brain for as long as I can remember, but that’s not entirely what I’m referring to.  Well, sort of.  What I mean is this: I have far too much stuff. My whole family does.  And stuff to me equals work.  Work to use it, work to maintain it, work to store it.  I’ll give you and example: clothes.  We have way too many clothes in our household than we really need.  I can’t tell you how many times I go to a closet that appears full with clothes on the hangers, drawers that are full, so full I couldn’t put another thing in them and say “I don’t have anything to wear.”  What?  Yes I do.  What I mean is I don’t have anything to wear that I a.) like b.) feel is even remotely “in style” anymore c.) makes me feel good when I wear it d.) that I’ve worn in the last 2 years.  So what happens?  I put on something that I don’t particularly like, is probably dating me, makes me feel frumpy/chunky/pale (doesn’t take much with my skin tone!) and out of touch.  At the end of the day I throw the clothes in the laundry basket so I can send them back down into the mountainous pile of laundry to be washed then to the mountainous pile of laundry to be folded and to the mountainous pile of laundry to be put away into a full closet and full drawers.  And here comes my vision for 2012… REDUCE the amount of clothes I have to only include clothes that I love, that make me feel good, that aren’t outdated that I will wear.  The rest are getting donated.  Then I’m going to REDUCE the clothes I buy.  They have to pass a test before they enter the house.  If they can’t prove that I love them, that they can make me look good or feel good in them they can’t come in the door.  Because, get this… if I have fewer clothes in general and I feel good about wearing all of them, I’ll feel good. And when I feel good, I’m more fun. Plus, there will be less to wash, dry and fold, less in my closet, less in my drawers, etc. meaning it will be easier to find the things I like because hypothetically I’ll like them all and easier to put things away.  And what does all of this do?  REDUCE wasted time: less time trying on a million things before I find one outfit I feel good in, fewer clothes means less time washing, drying and folding clothes (with the added bonus of REDUCING the amount of water, detergent and other resources used for doing laundry which also means REDUCING expenses and REDUCING consumption), less time spent “dealing” with clothes I never really liked to begin with equals more time for fun!  And that is just by reducing the amount of clothes in my closet.

The same goes for the rest of the house.  REDUCE what is in the house, paring it down to just the things I love means less time spent sifting through the rest of the stuff to find what I like.  And how about food?  REDUCE what I buy (only the good stuff), how much I buy (only what I need, when I need it) and how much I eat (everything in moderation) will REDUCE my spending, my waste and my waist!  Leaving more time, money and energy for fun!

So that’s my plan for 2012… reduce, reduce, reduce and have fun!

Now I’ll fast forward to today, January 2, 2012.  Project #1 of my reduce plan is in progress and nearly complete.  The front hall closet.  This has been a scary place for a LONG time.  If you were brave enough to open the closet door you may have regretted your decision.  Shoes would jump out and attack your feet nearly taking you down before you could get in the front door and as you regained your balance and composure you would realize it was all for not.  There was nary an empty hanger in the closet.  Well, folks that is not the case any more.  The coats and shoes and hats and gloves and scarves and gloves and coats and coats and shoes and… have been pared down and you are welcome to come over any time and I will gladly take your coat and hang it in the front hall closet.  And don’t worry.  The shoes can’t get you.  They’re kenneled now.

So welcome to 2012, I hope you have as much fun as I plan to!

Kate

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November 30, 2011

On The Eve of 40

I started this post a couple of weeks ago.  In fact, at the time, it was titled “Age is Just a Number”.

At that point I had a pretty good attitude about my upcoming birthday.  I thought 40 was no big deal.  Age is all in our mind.  If you think of yourself as old, well, then you are old.  But, if you think of yourself as a healthy, happy person then that’s who you are and the number on your driver’s license is just a number.

Now, I’m not so sure.  The closer “the big day” has come, the more “off” I feel.  At first I wasn’t sure why I started feeling this way, but then I realized that there’s so much hype about turning 40 that I started doubting my “no big deal” attitude.  A lot of my friends and classmates are turning 40 this year.  Some already have, some in a few months.  They’re having big parties, going all out, traveling to Vegas, to Mexico.  I’m…. not.

The other day my son asked, “Mom, what do you really, really that someone else has?”.  What he was asking was, what do I want for my birthday?  My answer was, “I don’t know, honey.  I really don’t want what someone else has. I’m pretty happy with what I have.”  This was clearly a disappointment for my son, but what I didn’t say was “I have no clue!” and honestly, this kind of got to me.  How did this happen?  How did I get to the point of not really having dreams of going anywhere or doing anything big?  I’ve always had dreams, especially of travel.  What I’m thinking now is that I’m just overwhelmed.  I mean, if 40 is the time to celebrate, then that means it has to be perfect.  It has to be something big.  It has to be something memorable, otherwise I’ll have missed my opportunity, right?

Maybe.  I don’t know how to celebrate being 40. I even “Googled” how to celebrate a 40th birthday. (Yes, pathetic, I know!)  Most say a big party.  I had a party at 30, so it seems kind of silly to have one at 40.  Some say buy an expensive car, fly your friends somewhere and party like the 80s.  (Sorry everyone – no car, no flights, no big hair, no rock stars.)  Then I saw something that fits me.  One person said that you’re 40 all year. No way.  This was like an epiphany!  How did I not think of this?!?

Their goal was health, getting in shape, living healthier. But here’s the key.  Don’t expect it to change overnight because after-all, it took 40 years to get here, so you should give yourself the full year to work with it. I love that! So that’s my plan.  I’m going to be 40 all year, not just tomorrow. I too will be focusing on getting back into shape and living a healthier life, but I’m also going to give myself permission to celebrate being 40 whenever it strikes me.  Anyone want to join me?

So tonight, on this eve of 40…. Crap! I just looked at the clock.  It’s here!

Happy Birthday to me… Happy Birthday to me…

Kate

November 17, 2011

Snack (not so) mixed

As a mom, I’m always looking for healthy after school snacks for my son.

On occasion, I’ll make snack mix.  Typically I’ll try to keep it healthy, using raw nuts, dried fruit and maybe some whole grain cereal, but the favorite in our house is one called Banana Split.  It has almonds, craisins, banana chips, dried pineapple, mini marshmallows and chocolate chips. (Obviously this one doesn’t live on the “healthy” list, but it could be worse.)  I can’t take credit for the recipe or its name.  I actually adopted it from one that we bought in the cafe at the Arboretum over the summer.  I altered the ingredients a little. Theirs had peanuts and the crunchy little marshmallows similar to those in Lucky Charms cereal but since I’m not a huge fan of salted peanuts and because I was trying to make it a little healthier, I opted for raw Almonds and for the life of me I can’t find crunchy marshmallows anywhere, so I used minis in its place.  They work just fine and the combination is far better for us than the alternative, a real banana split!

Banana Split Snack "Mix"

Here’s the thing that cracks me up…  when I make a batch of snack mix, I’m careful to have equal parts of all of the ingredients so you get the full “banana split effect” with every bite. But… when my son eats snack mix, it’s no longer what I would classify as a mix.  He divides everything up into little piles separating out each item and then eats the individual piles.  He starts with the things that rank lower on the list (almonds and craisins) first and works his way up to his favorites.  All I can do is laugh.

Although I don’t remember having snack mix as a kid, I do remember wanting everything separated on my plate as though they each had their own “personal space”.   I would get really upset if say, my peas, migrated from one area of my plate to another or got in the “personal space” of my potatoes. And god forbid if my potatoes touched my salad.  That was a catastrophe.  But, the sky would come crashing down, I would completely lose it, burst into tears and have a complete meltdown if my mom would make the horrible mistake of mixing it all together thinking it would taste better.  Yes, I know, not one of my finer moments.  Thankfully my son’s food separation comes nowhere near that.

Anyway, as I watched him strategically sorting today, it got me wondering… why is it that kids can be so particular about food when they are younger? What makes them want to have everything separate and at what point in life does that transition to “normalcy”?  And what makes them (or any of us) like sweet over salty or vise-verse?  Hmmm… I might have to look into this.  If anyone knows the answer, please pass it on.

In the mean time, I’ll continue my search for healthy snacks (mixed or not) in hopes of raising a healthy, non-finicky eater.

Kate