I subscribe to a couple food pages on Facebook. Clean Food Living & Just Real Food. Not too long ago, one of them asked readers to comment on a question that was submitted to the page.
It went something like this: “I’m new to Paleo and need breakfast ideas. I have about 10 minutes in the morning to make food and my cooking skills are limited to hot dogs and Lean Cuisine. ”
My answer: Grow Up. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but there may come a time in your adult life where you will have to brown meat in a pan. Gasp! Does anyone realize that cooking really is just making stuff hot? Yes, there are techniques and sure sometimes you may want things to taste good or be edible, or not look totally disgusting BUT it’s really not that hard.
But I digress. What really gets me about this is the common theme prevalent in our “healthy” culture. And it’s that nobody wants to work.
Okay, I’m not talking Crossfit at 4 a.m. work, but more like just contribute to the process. Cause what’s amazing is that in doing so, this crazy thing called personal growth happens. And it’s wonderful!!! Rather than “I can cook a Lean Cuisine, tell me something Paleo I can make in 4 minutes cause I can’t get up 30 minutes before I have to leave” how about…”what are some basic cooking techniques I can learn to make these meals?” Or “Any tips for getting up earlier so I have 6 minutes to make an omelette while I brush my teeth?” Which can be done!
And the personal growth aspect, that’s all about momentum. I went from eating Friday’s frozen baked potatoes (with extra sour cream) to homemade beef stew and veggies. All cause I tried. I cook all my meals now! I can, so can you,right? Wrong! YOU CAN CAUSE YOU CAN! Cause you’re a capable, intelligent, magnificent creature. Our cavemen ancestors discovered fire, hunted and killed everything they ate, the least we can do is turn the oven on to 350.
My fiance loves to tell me I’m an All Or Nothing person. Everything has to be perfect or it just sucks. Classic example, me cleaning up after dinner. Normal people wash up the dishes, put away food and maybe wipe down the stove. I do all that, wipe the counters, clean out the junk drawer, sweep the floor go through the mail pile. Cause if you can’t clean the entire kitchen why bother doing the dishes. duh. It’s very much If You Give a Dog Donut. That’s. My. Life. I’m either a perfectionist or OCD. OR chronic procrastinator. It all results in this beautiful medley of Never Getting Anything Done!
Well I do get it done, just not perfectly. 😉
I tried to relax this week. I let clothes lay on the bathroom floor. Didn’t replace the toilet paper roll, let dishes sit. Didn’t take out the garbage every five minutes. Oh the humanity! But here’s the thing: I wasn’t any happier. It wasn’t stress relieving. I felt like a slob. AND I ate like a pig too. No dice.
I read a quote this week that said “The speed of a runaway horse counts for nothing.” I thought to myself, that could change my life! Think of the energy saved and results if the effort was well implemented.
Well, what I learned is, that I am who I am. And I LIKE IT! Yes, it does get exhausting sometimes. So rather than change, I need to tweak. See, I’m already coming around!! I like that I put energy and time into improving myself, but my new focus is going to be on consistency. Being efficient on a daily basis so I don’t have to go on these benders to get things in order because I let it all slack from being worn out.
Now, I just need some time come up with a perfect plan and execute it daily without ever messing up and everything will be fine. Haha.
Well, I didn’t want to leave today on a downer from my last post. So I’ll throw something upbeat (ish) out there. Caleb has been asleep since about 10. It’s now 2. I’m bored lol. I had all these plans today for “family” fun and yeah, they’re shot now. The things I wanted to do close at 4:30-5. Cause families stop having fun at 5 p.m. I guess the other bummer is that as a working mom I look forward to the extra time together on the weekend. Not today. But we did spend the morning together 😉 Ah well. I started my blog though, woo-hoo!
I also have a feel that “family fun” is going to be the bane of my existence. As countless sitcoms have illustrated. “Family Fun” camping trip gets sidetracked by a blown tire or crabby teenagers. “Family Fun” dinner goes to the dogs, literally! When little Tommy knocks the Butterball off the table. Good eatin for Fluffy! But the best part of Family Fun is the Mommy Meltdown. When Mom realizes that are all her efforts are in vain and unappreciated. This culminating in a tearful mascara-dripping display. Ahhhhh….so much to look forward to!
But for today I’ll settle for being mildly disappointed and surprisingly productive.
Within the last 15 months I have lost about 60 lbs. 20 of which were from pregnancy. My son will be two in January. And yes, it feels great. My life has been pretty much re-vitalized will all the extra energy, both physically and especially mentally. But I realized something. I absolutely hate to be reminded that I was fatter at one point in my life. I don’t know why. It just makes me angry. Or maybe I’m embarrassed. That’s probably more accurate
I mean, I have so much momentum now. I really don’t look back. I donated all my “big” clothes, including bridesmaid dresses and winter coats. So yeah, I find it a little off putting when I’m reminded of how “big” I was.
Maybe I did look like a member of the Clump Family. And the weirdest thing. Sometimes I want to apologize. Like how weird is that?! Sorry I was the Fat Friend, sorry we were food friends, sorry for being the Fat Person. I dunno. That kinda messed up. But it’s what’s in my head.
But at the end of the day, I’m proud of that Fat Girl. She counted calories, bought a jogging stroller and stuck with it. I remember being at a birthday party and not eating a cupcake when everyone was eating one. And it was awkward. Skinny people aren’t obligated to eat. That’s why they’re thin. But Fat Girl, just one cupcake won’t kill you. Start your diet Monday. It sounds like a small thing, but looking back, it was pivotal.
I didn’t realize it but I stood up for myself that day. Nobody said anything about it, but I was waiting for it, dreading it. Now, if I don’t want a cupcake, who cares, right? Cause I’m “healthy”.
So I guess that’s what’s at the heart of the matter. I don’t need to be reminded that I was “big” or that (insert said person/people here) thought I was fat. I know, I was there.
Warning: My writing is pretty rusty. And by rusty, I mean it sucks!!
Now that your expectations have been set appropriately, let’s begin.
Today is fall. And I feel inspired. There’s something about not waking up drenched in sweat that gets me going. Caleb and I had a great little morning and he’s been napping for a couple hours. Oh how sweet it is.
I actually have time to think!
It’s that whole thing that happens when you have an idea, then another one and so on. Then, when you don’t get interrupted by poop, yelling at the dog or Daniel Tiger blaring in the background, you actually do something about said idea.
And here we are.
My inspiration today came from an email I received about NaNoWriMo National Novel Writing Month. In November you write 50,000 words, which is a novel. It’s fun, crazy and insanely productive all at the same time
It was a little reminder to me that said, “hey remember when you wanted to be a writer?”
Then I thought maybe I should actually write something. And people will read it and judge me and think I’m dumb and I will be shunned and unloved.
So here it is….my attempt to write something other than emails about chocolate bars and nut clusters. Mmmmm…..nut clusters.