Are merely an excuse to eat hummus.
Saturday, December 7, 2013
Friday, December 6, 2013
Deep Thoughts with Lauren Ellis
sigh.
I love my job, I love the people I work with, but this is why working for coporate america sucks....
I am just over here, eating my steamed veggies and turkey burger all while staring 2 boxes of Dunkin Donuts. I am not one of those people who thinks "gross, fried dough? Covered in high fructose corn syrup, fake flavoring, and cancer causing food coloring?" I think damn that is a good looking fried piece of dough and I want to eat it. I want to eat all of them. Cake, sugar, cinnamon, long johns, maple, chocolate, sprinkles... dear god. Sprinkles.
F*&%$#&%#@!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I.WANT.A. DONUT. (doughnut?)
No doughnut.
Turkey Burger and Steamed veggies.
Donut.
No donut.
I am not being productive at all...
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
Terrifyingly awesome.
Today I kicked my own ass.
I woke up ran 2 miles went to work,came home, swam 2000 meters and then finished up with a spin class. It it was one of the best spin classes I have ever been to even though I dragged my feet all the way there. I was tired, I was cranky and I just flat out didn't wanna be there. But sometimes you just need an ass kicking to turn your entire day around. I knew I was in for it when I heard the instructor say that it was going to be a metallica kind of day. During the class she played metallica, disturbed, pink, and acdc. We were up, we were down, we were sprinting and before I knew I was having a blast. It turned my entire day around and it was terrifyingly awesome. The instructor told us if you don't feel like you're going to throw up you're not doing it right. she even made a "that's what she said" joke and I knew that if is possible to love a spawn of satan spin instructor, I had fallen hard. This really shows the importance of what a good workout can do. It can turn your entire day around put you in a better mood and even be a therapy session that you didn't know you needed. The next time your having a shitty day and the last thing you want to do is work out, go to the gym anyways! Run, bike, lift until you forget what you were mad about, sad about, or cranky about, blast music and let the world fall to the wayside because it will always be there when you get back.
I wish all this working out and spin class moments of enlightenment meant I get pizza but alas my skinny voice of reason put the fat kind in a headlock and cooked up a delicious dinner of pork chops (grilled not fried), sweet potatoes (roasted and not covered in marshmallows,sigh), zucchini (roasted with garlic and onion) and a corn bread muffin (fat kid snuck that one in while the skinny voice pretended to look away).
I woke up ran 2 miles went to work,came home, swam 2000 meters and then finished up with a spin class. It it was one of the best spin classes I have ever been to even though I dragged my feet all the way there. I was tired, I was cranky and I just flat out didn't wanna be there. But sometimes you just need an ass kicking to turn your entire day around. I knew I was in for it when I heard the instructor say that it was going to be a metallica kind of day. During the class she played metallica, disturbed, pink, and acdc. We were up, we were down, we were sprinting and before I knew I was having a blast. It turned my entire day around and it was terrifyingly awesome. The instructor told us if you don't feel like you're going to throw up you're not doing it right. she even made a "that's what she said" joke and I knew that if is possible to love a spawn of satan spin instructor, I had fallen hard. This really shows the importance of what a good workout can do. It can turn your entire day around put you in a better mood and even be a therapy session that you didn't know you needed. The next time your having a shitty day and the last thing you want to do is work out, go to the gym anyways! Run, bike, lift until you forget what you were mad about, sad about, or cranky about, blast music and let the world fall to the wayside because it will always be there when you get back.
I wish all this working out and spin class moments of enlightenment meant I get pizza but alas my skinny voice of reason put the fat kind in a headlock and cooked up a delicious dinner of pork chops (grilled not fried), sweet potatoes (roasted and not covered in marshmallows,sigh), zucchini (roasted with garlic and onion) and a corn bread muffin (fat kid snuck that one in while the skinny voice pretended to look away).
Thursday, November 14, 2013
The Fat Kid has Moves....
OK, confession time.
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I just destroyed..DE-wait for it-STROYED a plate of turkey spinach enchiladas.
and.... I/the inner fat kid enjoyed it. Yes, you heard right. I stuck my face in a plate of gooey gooey goodness and didn't come up for a breath. Actually I even ate by myself because I didn't even wait for Scott... That kind of hunger only comes around 87 times a day. The fat kid was dancing and eating, and dancing and eating, and then he choked a little bit on a tomato but recovered quickly and continued dancing. The good news is these enchiladas are filled with a mix of good and bad like spinach, ground turkey, cream cheese, shredded cheese, and tomatoes. Bad news is I ate a plate full of them. Yep. And you know what?! I am not going to feel bad or apologize for it because I have worked my ass off this week, and get one cheat meal. So there!
yeah that sounds like rationalizing.
whelp. That's all I have for tonight...
lets review.
A: I ate a lot of food tonight
B: it was my cheat meal
C: I haven't decided If I feel guilty or if I am still basking in a glow of cheese and sour cream
D: I am still hungry and trying desperately not to be
E: the fat kid has moves
F: I still want a churro.
Good Night Everybody :)
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I just destroyed..DE-wait for it-STROYED a plate of turkey spinach enchiladas.
and.... I/the inner fat kid enjoyed it. Yes, you heard right. I stuck my face in a plate of gooey gooey goodness and didn't come up for a breath. Actually I even ate by myself because I didn't even wait for Scott... That kind of hunger only comes around 87 times a day. The fat kid was dancing and eating, and dancing and eating, and then he choked a little bit on a tomato but recovered quickly and continued dancing. The good news is these enchiladas are filled with a mix of good and bad like spinach, ground turkey, cream cheese, shredded cheese, and tomatoes. Bad news is I ate a plate full of them. Yep. And you know what?! I am not going to feel bad or apologize for it because I have worked my ass off this week, and get one cheat meal. So there!
yeah that sounds like rationalizing.
whelp. That's all I have for tonight...
lets review.
A: I ate a lot of food tonight
B: it was my cheat meal
C: I haven't decided If I feel guilty or if I am still basking in a glow of cheese and sour cream
D: I am still hungry and trying desperately not to be
E: the fat kid has moves
F: I still want a churro.
Good Night Everybody :)
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Just because I can.
I have opened and closed this page 2 or 3 times tonight. I thought of things I wanted to say, I thought of things I couldn't say, I thought of things I shouldn't want to say... But at the end of the day nothing sounded right so here you go. A little bit of motivation...
pull that doughnut out of your mouth, put down the slice of pizza and go to the gym!
Saturday, November 9, 2013
Life Goals and Ricky Bobby.... Yep.
I bought bike today, and by bought a bike I mean I smiled at my husband as he handed over the credit card...also on an unrelated note we are eating top ramen for the next year.
This is a big step in my training, it means I can go outside!! away from the spin bikes and the spawn of Satan spin instructors. I will now join the ranks of bike gangs you see roaming the streets around 5:30 in the morning.... Not like hells angels bike gangs but packs of idiots in spandex, clogs, and butt cream. I even have a helmet! (nothing funny about brain damage, folks!)
Tomorrow I will do my first ride (not including my ride around the neighborhood this afternoon when I learned how to use my gears and yelled "I wanna go fast!" repeatedly). We are going to do the race course to get a better idea of how long it will take me and how many donuts I need to replace my energy afterwards...I have timed my swim, I have a general idea of how fast I can run, and once we do this I will have a general idea of how long it will take me to finish the sprint tri. I know what time I want to finish in but I won't know if that is a realistic goal until after tomorrow.
Lauren's Realistic Goals:
Eating a whole pizza faster that Scott
Eating a churro in every "land" at Disneyland
Lauren's maybe realistic/maybe far fetched/maybe I just need to shut up and do it... Goals:
Finish a spint/olympic/half ironman
Run a marathon at Disneyworld
Swim the Alcatraz challenge
Eat a churro in every "land" at Disneyland
Have a great weekend everyone!
This is a big step in my training, it means I can go outside!! away from the spin bikes and the spawn of Satan spin instructors. I will now join the ranks of bike gangs you see roaming the streets around 5:30 in the morning.... Not like hells angels bike gangs but packs of idiots in spandex, clogs, and butt cream. I even have a helmet! (nothing funny about brain damage, folks!)
Tomorrow I will do my first ride (not including my ride around the neighborhood this afternoon when I learned how to use my gears and yelled "I wanna go fast!" repeatedly). We are going to do the race course to get a better idea of how long it will take me and how many donuts I need to replace my energy afterwards...I have timed my swim, I have a general idea of how fast I can run, and once we do this I will have a general idea of how long it will take me to finish the sprint tri. I know what time I want to finish in but I won't know if that is a realistic goal until after tomorrow.
Lauren's Realistic Goals:
Eating a whole pizza faster that Scott
Eating a churro in every "land" at Disneyland
Lauren's maybe realistic/maybe far fetched/maybe I just need to shut up and do it... Goals:
Finish a spint/olympic/half ironman
Run a marathon at Disneyworld
Swim the Alcatraz challenge
Eat a churro in every "land" at Disneyland
Have a great weekend everyone!
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Fat Pants and Drunken Sorority Girl Brawls.
I am in a rut. I am not sure if it’s actually a
rut if you are in the same “rut” for 6+ months… It might have been upgraded to
a habit or lifestyle. Either way I need to get out of it, I need to refocus but
I feel like I just don’t know how anymore. I have no idea how I made a decision
last year, stuck with it, and ended up losing 30 pounds. Those Mf’ers are back
and I want need to get rid of them again. Fa Reals, Forever, good bye, adios, get
the hell out of here and take my fat pants with you GONE. Saying one thing and
making it sound special and pretty its great and all but the question is, can I
do it? can I say no? can I push away pies, doughnuts, bean burritos, and pizza?
Can I push my needs to the forefront and shove my stomachs wants to the back
burner? I know I just need to have faith in myself, push myself, and tell the
my stomach, my doubts, and the pizza guy to F*&k OFF! (sorry pizza guy, it’s
not your fault. Please don’t spit in my cheat meal)
I did it before, I can do it again…right?
RIGHT?! Hells yes I can… I think. Shit. I can do it! If Gabrielle Iglesias can
say no to a few tacos then so can I!
Good Lord, my mind really goes off into a weird
place sometimes. I just went back and re-read that sentence. Welcome to the
upside down, chaotic, hungry world my brain lives in…
Ok so I will do it again! I will keep it off! I
will say no! I will not go into the break room when they have doughnuts, and
BBQ, and Chick Fila. I will cut down my caffeine! I will start prepping my
foods again. If my stomach doesn’t like it then it can get the hell out! I will
go to the gym and I won’t leave until I am the crying, sweating , sore, can’t
breathe mess of a person. No more wussing out on workouts or leaving early. Me
and my body are numero uno (tied for first with my family). No more “easy”
meals, it takes just as much time to make a salad and grill some chicken as it
does to make egg burritos. I will remember that enjoying restaurants does not
revolve entirely around the food but the company. I do not deserve anything, I must
work for my cheat meals and days of rest. I don’t need pizza. I do need to run.
Working out is a privilege that is denied to many, quit taking it for granted. And
when my stomach gets in a drunken sorority girl type brawl with my mind over
what I am going to eat I will not let the hair pulling, nail scratching, and
screaming deter me from my salad. SO THERE.
Some ramdom motivation for everyone!
Sunday, September 29, 2013
Short Lived Moments of Greatness with a few random thoughts on Life, running, and Pizza tossed in.
I ran my first race since the marathon yesterday. 14.12 miles (they measured the course wrong) of up and down mountain terrain, it was the most challenging half marathon I have run to date (that did not include electrocution). But I had a great time doing it! Beautiful scenery, well organized race, and plentiful aid stations. I went into the race for the enjoyment of running and knowing full well that this would not be a PR race for me. My training has not been the best and I really do not have the urge to break any speed records. I averaged a 12:50 pace and came in at 3 hours, slow but considering I walked the back half of the race, I will take it! the second 6.5 miles were up hill on a uneven dirt road, this portion of the race KICKED. MY. ASS. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't feel my quads, and the only thing that kept me going was the fact that an 80 year old man (Who I had passed on the way down) was quickly passing me and eventually put so much distance between us that I lost him. We were at 5k-6k feet and the elevation coupled with the uphill just crushed me, I still have a cough today from the lack of oxygen in the air. I also ran with Scott, Stacey, and Heather... my partners in idiocy.
So since I had 3 hours to kill I had a lot of time to think and try to take my mind off of running and knee pain. Here is a quick list of random thoughts that go through my head while running.
1. I am hungry
2. I should eat
3. What should I eat
4. I am running 13 miles, I can eat whatever I want
5. Pizza, definitely pizza
6. How much pizza
7. A whole one (and if you think I mean a whole slice, A. welcome to my blog, B. you're adorable)
8. Where can I get pizza at 9 am
9. Oh hey, there is my tendinitis. I didn't miss you.
10.This feels like longer than 13.1 miles
I also wore my Blerch shirt from The Oatmeal ( if you are a runner and you don't know what the oatmeal is, I recommend googling the oatmeal, long distance running. You're Welcome.) and I had a few people come up and compliment my shirt and ask me if I ran into the wall.... But I do not believe in the wall! (this will make a whole lot more sense if you read the oatmeal, http://theoatmeal.com/comics/running, go ahead I will wait.
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See?! now you understand the awesomness and the Blerch.
So anyways, I wore my Blerch shirt and I had this fleeting moment of awesomness... I had a lady come up to me and start frantically pointing at my shirt, I was wearing my headphones and jamming out to NKOTB so I am not entirely sure how long she was doing this for but I finally pulled my headphones out and tried to understand what she was saying and make sure she wasn't having a seizure. She told me she loved my shirt and loves that blog, here is how that conversation went
her: I love your shirt, I read that blog all the time!
me: Thanks!, yeah I love the Oatmeal!
Her: the what?
me:
The oatmeal, its the website where I got this shirt and the guy who originally wrote about the Blerch!
Her: Oh, no I read it on some lady's blog.
Me: (inner voice) Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. I have just met a complete stranger that reads my blog!
Me: (Actual voice) Really?! what is the name of it??
Her: Oh, I can't remember
Me. Oh. Does it have something to do with a Fat Kid?
Her: No, no. that's not it.
Me: Ok Byeeeeee, gotta run
I got so momentarily excited, I finally found that runners high that all those crack pot ultra marathoners talk about but it was quickly shot down. At this point I picked up my pace so I could get out of distance and stop to giggle like an idiot at myself.
So all it all it was a good race, I did not eat pizza but I did make a waiter at red lobster uncomfortable with the amount of cheddar bay bisuits and endless shrimp I put away.
Have a great weekend everyone, beat down those fat kids (Inner! Inner fat kids! Don't go abusing children with glandular problems!)
So since I had 3 hours to kill I had a lot of time to think and try to take my mind off of running and knee pain. Here is a quick list of random thoughts that go through my head while running.
1. I am hungry
2. I should eat
3. What should I eat
4. I am running 13 miles, I can eat whatever I want
5. Pizza, definitely pizza
6. How much pizza
7. A whole one (and if you think I mean a whole slice, A. welcome to my blog, B. you're adorable)
8. Where can I get pizza at 9 am
9. Oh hey, there is my tendinitis. I didn't miss you.
10.This feels like longer than 13.1 miles
I also wore my Blerch shirt from The Oatmeal ( if you are a runner and you don't know what the oatmeal is, I recommend googling the oatmeal, long distance running. You're Welcome.) and I had a few people come up and compliment my shirt and ask me if I ran into the wall.... But I do not believe in the wall! (this will make a whole lot more sense if you read the oatmeal, http://theoatmeal.com/comics/running, go ahead I will wait.
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See?! now you understand the awesomness and the Blerch.
So anyways, I wore my Blerch shirt and I had this fleeting moment of awesomness... I had a lady come up to me and start frantically pointing at my shirt, I was wearing my headphones and jamming out to NKOTB so I am not entirely sure how long she was doing this for but I finally pulled my headphones out and tried to understand what she was saying and make sure she wasn't having a seizure. She told me she loved my shirt and loves that blog, here is how that conversation went
her: I love your shirt, I read that blog all the time!
me: Thanks!, yeah I love the Oatmeal!
Her: the what?
me:
The oatmeal, its the website where I got this shirt and the guy who originally wrote about the Blerch!
Her: Oh, no I read it on some lady's blog.
Me: (inner voice) Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. I have just met a complete stranger that reads my blog!
Me: (Actual voice) Really?! what is the name of it??
Her: Oh, I can't remember
Me. Oh. Does it have something to do with a Fat Kid?
Her: No, no. that's not it.
Me: Ok Byeeeeee, gotta run
I got so momentarily excited, I finally found that runners high that all those crack pot ultra marathoners talk about but it was quickly shot down. At this point I picked up my pace so I could get out of distance and stop to giggle like an idiot at myself.
So all it all it was a good race, I did not eat pizza but I did make a waiter at red lobster uncomfortable with the amount of cheddar bay bisuits and endless shrimp I put away.
Have a great weekend everyone, beat down those fat kids (Inner! Inner fat kids! Don't go abusing children with glandular problems!)
Thursday, September 26, 2013
Don't judge.
It's only 1 tablespoon and I am starving... DONT JUDGE :)
You can also now follow the fat kid on twitter as I awkardly try to narate my batlles, play by play, against the fat kid. It's not pretty but you can't say I didn't warn you!
@bdmyinnerfatkid
#beatingdownmyinnerfatkid
#stillnotsureimdoingthisright
You can also now follow the fat kid on twitter as I awkardly try to narate my batlles, play by play, against the fat kid. It's not pretty but you can't say I didn't warn you!
@bdmyinnerfatkid
#beatingdownmyinnerfatkid
#stillnotsureimdoingthisright
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
Woooo Saaaah
I worry way too much, I stress, I create imaginary
situations that may or may not happen but have not happened yet and I worry
about that. I worry about anything I can worry about. It’s not my best quality
but I have also found its part of what makes me, me. It’s why I push myself
harder to be the best I can be, it’s what keeps me going when all I want to do
is take a nap. Today is one of those days, I am just dragging ass. I can’t
drink enough coffee to keep my eyes open and my give a shit is broken. I know I
just need to get through the day, go home, make dinner, and just relax. Maybe
go for a run to help decompress and come back tomorrow ready to go.
So as I was thinking about what I would write I decided to
shut my brain off and scan facebook for a little while, as I was doing this I
came across one of those Jesus loves you E-Cards that said “my child, you worry
too much. I’ve got this, remember? –God”
Now, I am not an overly religious person, I am a Christmas and
easter mass/service going, catholic raised, Lutheran married hybrid. But this struck a chord with me, sometimes the
one thing I have to remember is just to have faith. Faith in whatever you chose
to believe in. Whether that is God, the universe, or the idea that the
cardinals may one day win the superbowl… Just Faith that things will happen the
way they are supposed to. As much as my
bossy pants self would love to control every situation and every moment of
every day, I can’t.
My promise to myself today is to not worry (too much).
Projects will get handled, Training will happen, Races will be run,
Appointments will be made (and kept). I have faith that I will find time for it
all and I will accomplish what I set out to accomplish, maybe not with style or
the upmost class, and I may stick a straw in a wine bottle as I work but it
will get done.
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Stupid salad and its stupid leaves.
My salad is pissing me off today.
I know what an Idiotic, ridiculous sentence that is but it's how I feel today. I made myself a decent breakfast (egg whites with sauteed spinach and mushrooms) I had mini sweet peppers for my snack and lunch was supposed to be a salad with grilled chicken and avocado. Supposed to, being the key words in that sentence. My first hint that lunch wasn't going my way was when I realized I was out of dressing and I would have to eat my salad dry. Second hint was my frozen and wilted lettuce. So instead of eating my salad anyways, I cut up my chicken and avocado and proceeded to eat it with excruciating slowness as I shot dirty looks at my uncooperative salad.
Childish? Yes. Ridiculous? Yes.
But I'm still pissed off at an inanimate object because its not the dairy queen blizzard mixed with a shot of rum that I want it to be.
I may eat it later if I get hungry enough (that seems highly probable, my stomach seems to think it is constantly on the verge of starvation) but for right now I am ignoring it and its stupid vitamin packed leaves.
Ok. My rant against lettuce is over :)
This guy gets me...
Sunday, September 8, 2013
Da Bears.
It is officially football season in the Ellis household, we have switched from watching the Diamondbacks to watching the wildcats and bears. Saturdays and Sundays are now devoted to football, pork, couches, beer, and Da Bears. Bear Down is screamed out on a regular basis, along with Bill Swerski and the Super Fans quotes. We wear jerseys, eat bad food, and scream at our TV, all in the name of football. This is one of my favorite times of the year, not because I am a overly devoted football fan but because I am an overly devoted food fan. I love cold weather, football themed food. Yes it is still over 100 degrees on a regular basis in Arizona but that's our fall season. We will be trick or treating in tank tops and shorts... So with fall and football comes pumpkin spice lattes, brauts, chili, and all sorts of dips. Can we just take a few minutes to pay homage to all the dips?
1. Cheese dips, this is a general category because I don't have the time to list all my favorite cheese based dips.
2. Bean dips
3. Spinach/Artichoke Dips
3. Salsa Dips
4. Ranch/onion Dips
5. Cream cheese dips
Plus all the fantastic dipping vessels, toasted bread, fresh pretzels, chips, etc.
I love all this food but I can't eat all this food so I have to stay away from it all. So on this rainy Sunday morning as I sip my coffee and watch Da Bears I am writing, because if I am writing then I am not eating, or cooking, or baking. Which is exactly what I would like to be doing. We are having turkey chili for dinner, this is kind of a compromise on my part. It sounds good, and it sounds like rainy day football food but its healthy. I know, I know. This is very un-american of me. Somewhere up in heaven Chris Farley is crying over his sausage and beer. But I can't let myself rationalize every bad food decision I make. Believe me this was hard, I walked around the grocery store for a good 45 minutes picking up and putting down different ingredients for different calorie laden, deliciousness. I finally squashed the fat kid who was running around the cheese aisle like a bath salt crazed maniac and left with the few items I actually needed. I didn't even buy cornbread or biscuits to go with our Chili. I am resolved to not make a holiday out of every weekend and allow all the work I do during the week to be crushed. I will repeat this over and over again to myself as I enjoy my chili and try to not pout over the lack of pie.
Happy Sunday everyone!
Turkey Chili recipe:
Extra lean ground turkey (1lb)
1 green bell pepper chopped
1 red bell pepper chopped
2 cloves garlic chopped
1/2 onion chopped
can of tomato sauce (low sodium)
can of pinto beans
can of kidney beans
cumin, red chili flakes, salt (all to taste)
brown ground turkey, onions, garlic, and bell peppers until turkey is cooked all the way through the vegetables have softened. Add tomato sauce, beans, and seasoning. Allow to simmer on low heat and serve when ready. This also works well in a crockpot!
We top with cheese and onions
1. Cheese dips, this is a general category because I don't have the time to list all my favorite cheese based dips.
2. Bean dips
3. Spinach/Artichoke Dips
3. Salsa Dips
4. Ranch/onion Dips
5. Cream cheese dips
Plus all the fantastic dipping vessels, toasted bread, fresh pretzels, chips, etc.
I love all this food but I can't eat all this food so I have to stay away from it all. So on this rainy Sunday morning as I sip my coffee and watch Da Bears I am writing, because if I am writing then I am not eating, or cooking, or baking. Which is exactly what I would like to be doing. We are having turkey chili for dinner, this is kind of a compromise on my part. It sounds good, and it sounds like rainy day football food but its healthy. I know, I know. This is very un-american of me. Somewhere up in heaven Chris Farley is crying over his sausage and beer. But I can't let myself rationalize every bad food decision I make. Believe me this was hard, I walked around the grocery store for a good 45 minutes picking up and putting down different ingredients for different calorie laden, deliciousness. I finally squashed the fat kid who was running around the cheese aisle like a bath salt crazed maniac and left with the few items I actually needed. I didn't even buy cornbread or biscuits to go with our Chili. I am resolved to not make a holiday out of every weekend and allow all the work I do during the week to be crushed. I will repeat this over and over again to myself as I enjoy my chili and try to not pout over the lack of pie.
Happy Sunday everyone!
Turkey Chili recipe:
Extra lean ground turkey (1lb)
1 green bell pepper chopped
1 red bell pepper chopped
2 cloves garlic chopped
1/2 onion chopped
can of tomato sauce (low sodium)
can of pinto beans
can of kidney beans
cumin, red chili flakes, salt (all to taste)
brown ground turkey, onions, garlic, and bell peppers until turkey is cooked all the way through the vegetables have softened. Add tomato sauce, beans, and seasoning. Allow to simmer on low heat and serve when ready. This also works well in a crockpot!
We top with cheese and onions
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
Ode to Running
I signed up for another 1/2 marathon, I am not sure why, and I am not sure how, but I did it. Not only am I running 13.1 miles but I am doing it at 6,500 ft and on a trail. No I have never run long distance at elevation, no I have never done a trail race before, and no I have not been training for the last 3 months. So this should be fun.... I have written a training schedule that will include 4 runs a week, 2 cross training days, and 3 lifting days. I am just going to start crushing and snorting ibuprofen. So in honor of getting back into running and all that comes along with it. Here is my Ode to running (Sounds fancy right?)
Ode to Running
Here's to the early mornings to beat the heat, the half drunken stumble you do out the door at 4 am to try and get 10 miles in.
Here's to the gallons of peanut butter, vaseline, body glide, goo, powerade, and water. Which you may or may not consume in any particular order.
Here's to proudly (ish) leaving your house wearing spandex and a fanny pack around your waist.
Here is hiding your fanny pack and spandex when friends come over.
Here is to the small wave, the high five, the nod, or the please dear god call 911 that you give your fellow runners on early Saturday mornings.
Here's to act like its no big deal when you consume more calories than a baby calf after a 10 mile run then proceed to crash in a pool of your own sweat and happiness.
Here is to significant others who dutifully pop blisters, wash your god awful laundry, stretch you when you feel like your muscles have been replaced with concrete, and stay with you in spite of it all.
Here's to new races, new shirts, and new stickers
Here's too spending way to much money in pre race exhibit halls. Hell, here's to spending too much money!
Here's to new shoes every other week that cost more than your car payment but promise to stop your shin splints forever.
Here's to having an excuse to eat pizza and drink beer (carb loading)
Here's to enjoying the hell out of yourself and learning to step outside your comfort zone.
I guess that wasn't really and ode. In fact I don't really know what an Ode is. Lets call it a cheers, yes. Cheers to running and runners!
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
Mmm This cucumber is delicious
said no fat kid ever.
one of those days.. I just had to get my "cucumbers are not pizza" anger out
one of those days.. I just had to get my "cucumbers are not pizza" anger out
Saturday, July 27, 2013
Everybody's working for the weekend!! (just try not to sing it and do some really bad 80's dance moves...you can't can you? ha.)
Weekends are hard.
It seems like every time I turn around some sneaky bastard is like "Today we have a beautiful egg sandwich with cage free, super awesome, happy chicken eggs, fresh off the vine roma tomatoes, feta cheese straight from happy greek cows (cows? goats? who cares...opa!), all between two pieces of fresh baked, buttered ciabata bread!" and then someone like me comes along and I have say something dumb like ummm, yeah that sounds awesome but can you make it egg whites, hold the butter (stay strong Paula Deen!), and pull some of the delicious doughy awesomeness out of the ciabatta roll? k. thanks.
Even I am embarrassed when I say things like that. I feel like I should stop and explain myself to everyone behind me in line, the person taking my order and Paula Deen herself.
" No, No its ok! see I have this weight issue and I have to log my foods and work out. So if I eat all that doughy goodness my ass will be a big mess of doughy not so goodness.... also hold the large caramel frappachino, I will take a water cup."
I expect the people in line to start booing me until I leave and go to sprouts.
The good news about weekends is they usually includebacon, I mean bacon. Shit. No, no bacon. I mean salad... they include salad.
with bacon. Crap.
Ok lets try this again....
Weekends include cheat meals, yay cheat meals! This is what we all work for, this is what I dream about as I eat my 3rd salad of the day. I think damn this is good romaine lettuce, it would be better if it was pizza but just hold out until your cheat meal and you can eat whateva, whateva you want. So today is my cheat meal, I stayed strong at breakfast, I had a decent lunch, and I will tear a pizza apart at dinner. I am really looking forward to the tearing apart...part. After I embarrass myself and my husband at a local restaurant, we are headed to watch a local trail run race, so that should make me feel good about my life decisions. (that last sentence was heavily laden with sarcasam.)
Then to make up for my decision to eat pizza and not run, I am getting up at 5 am to go run 5 miles with Heather. Scott is going on a 90 minute bike ride and we are all meeting for protein pancakes to congratulate each other and go through a round of high fives (well earned high fives)
So everyone stay stong, enjoy your cheat meals, log your foods, and grab a couple slices of pizza.
It seems like every time I turn around some sneaky bastard is like "Today we have a beautiful egg sandwich with cage free, super awesome, happy chicken eggs, fresh off the vine roma tomatoes, feta cheese straight from happy greek cows (cows? goats? who cares...opa!), all between two pieces of fresh baked, buttered ciabata bread!" and then someone like me comes along and I have say something dumb like ummm, yeah that sounds awesome but can you make it egg whites, hold the butter (stay strong Paula Deen!), and pull some of the delicious doughy awesomeness out of the ciabatta roll? k. thanks.
Even I am embarrassed when I say things like that. I feel like I should stop and explain myself to everyone behind me in line, the person taking my order and Paula Deen herself.
" No, No its ok! see I have this weight issue and I have to log my foods and work out. So if I eat all that doughy goodness my ass will be a big mess of doughy not so goodness.... also hold the large caramel frappachino, I will take a water cup."
I expect the people in line to start booing me until I leave and go to sprouts.
The good news about weekends is they usually include
with bacon. Crap.
Ok lets try this again....
Weekends include cheat meals, yay cheat meals! This is what we all work for, this is what I dream about as I eat my 3rd salad of the day. I think damn this is good romaine lettuce, it would be better if it was pizza but just hold out until your cheat meal and you can eat whateva, whateva you want. So today is my cheat meal, I stayed strong at breakfast, I had a decent lunch, and I will tear a pizza apart at dinner. I am really looking forward to the tearing apart...part. After I embarrass myself and my husband at a local restaurant, we are headed to watch a local trail run race, so that should make me feel good about my life decisions. (that last sentence was heavily laden with sarcasam.)
Then to make up for my decision to eat pizza and not run, I am getting up at 5 am to go run 5 miles with Heather. Scott is going on a 90 minute bike ride and we are all meeting for protein pancakes to congratulate each other and go through a round of high fives (well earned high fives)
So everyone stay stong, enjoy your cheat meals, log your foods, and grab a couple slices of pizza.
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
I'm back!
I'm back.
My clean eating/running sabbatical was pretty awesome. I didn't even know I was on one, I just looked around one day and realized I was surrounded by a cocoon of pizza, beer, soda, and good times. Funny enough my running shoes were no where to be found and I had switched my daily dose of ibuprofen for a daily dose of tums. I went back to Texas for a week and had an awesome time eating/drinking my way through multiple cities, family get together's, and finding new restaurants (I miss you fuzzys!). I have a new appreciation for Shiner Bock, BBQ, and the great state of Texas. But, all great things must come to an end and I am proud to say that I am back.
Now, what does that mean exactly?
Well, for the first time in almost 3 years I am not training for anything (except life mf'er)
That means I don't have to get up and run 18 miles on Saturdays, I don't have to eat 12 lbs of protein to keep my poor muscles functioning, and eating a slice of pizza every now and then will not cause a disastrous shift in my little universe.
But I am also heavier than I wish to be and since my stomach has not listened to my pleas to quit keeping everything like some kind of adipose hoarder, I have to get back to eating right.
Sooo.. (I know you are wondering if there is a point to all of this or just the ramblings of an a.d.d, oh hey look a squirrel!)
anyhoooo... oh right.
I am trying to get back in the swing of things, working out, prepping foods, eating right and saying no.
That's a big one, it is so damn hard to say no.
Would you like a beer? YEA NOOOO
Double cheese, extra sausage pizza? HELL YES! I umm mean no. no thank you
lets go run 5 miles! HELL NAH! JK! I will go get my running shoes...
Balance, right? Its all about balance...
My clean eating/running sabbatical was pretty awesome. I didn't even know I was on one, I just looked around one day and realized I was surrounded by a cocoon of pizza, beer, soda, and good times. Funny enough my running shoes were no where to be found and I had switched my daily dose of ibuprofen for a daily dose of tums. I went back to Texas for a week and had an awesome time eating/drinking my way through multiple cities, family get together's, and finding new restaurants (I miss you fuzzys!). I have a new appreciation for Shiner Bock, BBQ, and the great state of Texas. But, all great things must come to an end and I am proud to say that I am back.
Now, what does that mean exactly?
Well, for the first time in almost 3 years I am not training for anything (except life mf'er)
That means I don't have to get up and run 18 miles on Saturdays, I don't have to eat 12 lbs of protein to keep my poor muscles functioning, and eating a slice of pizza every now and then will not cause a disastrous shift in my little universe.
But I am also heavier than I wish to be and since my stomach has not listened to my pleas to quit keeping everything like some kind of adipose hoarder, I have to get back to eating right.
Sooo.. (I know you are wondering if there is a point to all of this or just the ramblings of an a.d.d, oh hey look a squirrel!)
anyhoooo... oh right.
I am trying to get back in the swing of things, working out, prepping foods, eating right and saying no.
That's a big one, it is so damn hard to say no.
Would you like a beer? YEA NOOOO
Double cheese, extra sausage pizza? HELL YES! I umm mean no. no thank you
lets go run 5 miles! HELL NAH! JK! I will go get my running shoes...
Balance, right? Its all about balance...
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Quitin cold turkey
I am a paleo failure.
I tried it, I really did. I tried to be excited about trying something new and being a sprouts shopping, coconut milk drinking, no preservative hippie but that shit is not for me! I found that the more I tried to be good, the more I cheated. If I put a million limits on what I can eat then I just get cranky and pissy. Hangry became a constant state for me. So I stopped. That easy, I quit eating hippie shit cold turkey... impressive I know :)
That's not to say that I didn't learn something from it or that I am going to scrap every paleo tendency from my diet. I am going to continue to cut back on my grains, dairy, and sugar. Not because its paleo but because I honestly did feel better. I just can't cut it completely. As soon as I type that, a small but very competitive part of my brain screams out "Quitter!!!, what a sissy! You just don't have the willpower!" but I feel like this is the right decision for me and the fat kid. I have to walk this very fine line of not giving myself too much slack (because I will give an inch, take a mile) and not being too hard on myself.
I will continue to try and not put cheese on everything I eat because lets be honest, my breakfast, lunch, and dinner don't really require a heaping portion of gooey gooey goodness. It makes it taste much better and but I don't have to have it. That was a revelation for me thanks to paleo.
So as I prepare my food for the week (a little late this week) I am trying not to think "paleo" or "hippie" but just healthy and good for me.
prepped foods:
roasted zucchini with garlic, salt, and pepper
roasted broccoli and bell peppers with garlic, salt, and pepper
grilled chicken
carrot sticks
egg whites
and for the sake of keeping myself honest... todays food diary
not my best day but not my worst either...
Breakfast:
egg whites with bell pepper and ground turkey
snacks:
trail mix
granola bar
lunch:
prime rib sandwich with cheese on rye (no mayo!!)
dinner:
avocado chicken salad lettuce wraps
with grilled peaches
I also went to the gym
10 min warm up on the stairmaster
30? 45? minutes legs
leg press 3x15 with 180lb
3x15 lunges with 30 lbs
3x20 box jumps
3x10 overhead press
3x10 curls
10 minute aaaaabs
50 crunches
25 reverse crunches
20 bicycles
20 floor wipers
3 rounds
I tried it, I really did. I tried to be excited about trying something new and being a sprouts shopping, coconut milk drinking, no preservative hippie but that shit is not for me! I found that the more I tried to be good, the more I cheated. If I put a million limits on what I can eat then I just get cranky and pissy. Hangry became a constant state for me. So I stopped. That easy, I quit eating hippie shit cold turkey... impressive I know :)
That's not to say that I didn't learn something from it or that I am going to scrap every paleo tendency from my diet. I am going to continue to cut back on my grains, dairy, and sugar. Not because its paleo but because I honestly did feel better. I just can't cut it completely. As soon as I type that, a small but very competitive part of my brain screams out "Quitter!!!, what a sissy! You just don't have the willpower!" but I feel like this is the right decision for me and the fat kid. I have to walk this very fine line of not giving myself too much slack (because I will give an inch, take a mile) and not being too hard on myself.
I will continue to try and not put cheese on everything I eat because lets be honest, my breakfast, lunch, and dinner don't really require a heaping portion of gooey gooey goodness. It makes it taste much better and but I don't have to have it. That was a revelation for me thanks to paleo.
So as I prepare my food for the week (a little late this week) I am trying not to think "paleo" or "hippie" but just healthy and good for me.
prepped foods:
roasted zucchini with garlic, salt, and pepper
roasted broccoli and bell peppers with garlic, salt, and pepper
grilled chicken
carrot sticks
egg whites
and for the sake of keeping myself honest... todays food diary
not my best day but not my worst either...
Breakfast:
egg whites with bell pepper and ground turkey
snacks:
trail mix
granola bar
lunch:
prime rib sandwich with cheese on rye (no mayo!!)
dinner:
avocado chicken salad lettuce wraps
with grilled peaches
I also went to the gym
10 min warm up on the stairmaster
30? 45? minutes legs
leg press 3x15 with 180lb
3x15 lunges with 30 lbs
3x20 box jumps
3x10 overhead press
3x10 curls
10 minute aaaaabs
50 crunches
25 reverse crunches
20 bicycles
20 floor wipers
3 rounds
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
Day Three
Well its day 3 of no cheese, no dairy, no sugar, and no grains. I am doing good and staying strong but geeeeezus would I love some Macaroni and cheese. I made the nearly fatal mistake of getting on the pinterest, I was looking for new recipes to try but everything on there is cheesy, gooey, dairy filled deliciousness wrapped in carbs. That plan backfired.
Sooo I decided I would write instead of scanning the web for food porn like some kind of van driving creeper.
I didn't go to they gym today but I did prep some more food for the week. I am a little burnt out on salad so I have been eating roasted vegetables instead. Today I made roasted sweet potatoes, zucchini, and broccoli. I toss the in coconut oil, salt, pepper, and garlic,then I bake them at 400 degrees until they are tender. It's pretty damn tasty if I do say so myself :)
Tonights dinner is Paleo approved Italian chicken, if it is tasty I will make sure to post the recipe.
Have a great day!
Sooo I decided I would write instead of scanning the web for food porn like some kind of van driving creeper.
I didn't go to they gym today but I did prep some more food for the week. I am a little burnt out on salad so I have been eating roasted vegetables instead. Today I made roasted sweet potatoes, zucchini, and broccoli. I toss the in coconut oil, salt, pepper, and garlic,then I bake them at 400 degrees until they are tender. It's pretty damn tasty if I do say so myself :)
Tonights dinner is Paleo approved Italian chicken, if it is tasty I will make sure to post the recipe.
Have a great day!
Monday, June 3, 2013
Hippie Shit.
Things are starting to get back to normal, I am still sad and I still miss him but I am ok.
Since the marathon I have avoided running at all costs but if I don't run that means I have to find some other form of cardio and I have to be even more careful with what I eat. I have started swimming more and reacquainting myself with the stair master just to break away from running, I have run a time or two but I have done mostly sprints. The last two weeks have not been the best eating weeks for me. No excuses, I just ate like shit and ignored the giant red, blinking, vegas-esq sign that said STOP!! I did good for a little while, I cut back on coffee and sugar, I prepared my foods, but I always found a way to sneak in a "snack" so now its time to face the music and the music doesn't lie. It makes you and the scale cry when you get on in the morning. So its back to the grind, and since owning up to my food crimes on the blog tends to keep me in line I am clearing my conscience.
After the marathon I decided to give the paleo lifestyle a try, I have had multiple friends tell me how awesome it is and how much better they feel. If you aren't familiar with paleo its main line of thought is back to the caveman basics. Eat, drink, and think like a caveman. No dairy, no sugar, no wheat, no grains of any kind, no alcohol, and everything should be fresh. My brain translated this to "so your telling me I have to eat hippie shit?" the fat kid was not impressed, he likes dairy (especially cheese), and beer, and sugar. A lot.
So I grumbled all the way to sprouts (hippie shit),stared at the cheese case for a little while, then I grumbled all the way home, and I grumbled in the kitchen as I prepped my food. It doesn't taste bad, in fact most of the food is very good and not that different from what I normally eat but it means no cheese or sour cream on my lettuce wrap fajitas, no cream or sugar in my coffee (if you are not aware I drink cream and sugar with a shot of coffee), no fake sugar either. All of the stuff that I used to make my healthy food taste better and talk the fat kid off the ledge has been cut from my day to day diet. To sum this up in one word... BOOOOOOOOOO
Ok its not that bad but I just had to get all my pent up food anger out. I still have more days than not where I resent my body and my genetic make up that does not allow me to eat filib's on a regular basis. I like being healthy, I like working out, and I like feeling better but I still could go for a extra large pizza, wings, and a ice cold soda. I will say this, I have noticed a big change in how my stomach feels by cutting out diary and sugar. I am going to give it another shot, I am going to pay attention to the big red blinking stop sign that hangs above the the donuts and pizza, and I will learn to enjoy things without cheese.
So watch out, I am about to go all sorts of caveman on this place!
Since the marathon I have avoided running at all costs but if I don't run that means I have to find some other form of cardio and I have to be even more careful with what I eat. I have started swimming more and reacquainting myself with the stair master just to break away from running, I have run a time or two but I have done mostly sprints. The last two weeks have not been the best eating weeks for me. No excuses, I just ate like shit and ignored the giant red, blinking, vegas-esq sign that said STOP!! I did good for a little while, I cut back on coffee and sugar, I prepared my foods, but I always found a way to sneak in a "snack" so now its time to face the music and the music doesn't lie. It makes you and the scale cry when you get on in the morning. So its back to the grind, and since owning up to my food crimes on the blog tends to keep me in line I am clearing my conscience.
After the marathon I decided to give the paleo lifestyle a try, I have had multiple friends tell me how awesome it is and how much better they feel. If you aren't familiar with paleo its main line of thought is back to the caveman basics. Eat, drink, and think like a caveman. No dairy, no sugar, no wheat, no grains of any kind, no alcohol, and everything should be fresh. My brain translated this to "so your telling me I have to eat hippie shit?" the fat kid was not impressed, he likes dairy (especially cheese), and beer, and sugar. A lot.
So I grumbled all the way to sprouts (hippie shit),stared at the cheese case for a little while, then I grumbled all the way home, and I grumbled in the kitchen as I prepped my food. It doesn't taste bad, in fact most of the food is very good and not that different from what I normally eat but it means no cheese or sour cream on my lettuce wrap fajitas, no cream or sugar in my coffee (if you are not aware I drink cream and sugar with a shot of coffee), no fake sugar either. All of the stuff that I used to make my healthy food taste better and talk the fat kid off the ledge has been cut from my day to day diet. To sum this up in one word... BOOOOOOOOOO
Ok its not that bad but I just had to get all my pent up food anger out. I still have more days than not where I resent my body and my genetic make up that does not allow me to eat filib's on a regular basis. I like being healthy, I like working out, and I like feeling better but I still could go for a extra large pizza, wings, and a ice cold soda. I will say this, I have noticed a big change in how my stomach feels by cutting out diary and sugar. I am going to give it another shot, I am going to pay attention to the big red blinking stop sign that hangs above the the donuts and pizza, and I will learn to enjoy things without cheese.
So watch out, I am about to go all sorts of caveman on this place!
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
The man that hung the moon, part 2.
The world lost a good man last night.
I am sad that I will never get to hear his laugh again, or
feel his hug, or listen to some long winded story from the good ole days but I
am not going to dwell on that sad. I am going to celebrate his life and the 26
years I was able to spend with him. I am going to remember all of the good
times and the laughter. I am going to remember how handsome he always looked in
a suit with his boots and bolo tie. I am going to spend time with my family as
we laugh, cry, and remember. I will probably get a little drunk on bourbon and spill
some red chili on my white shirt. So please celebrate a good, long life and
remember all of the good times and how lucky we all were to know him.
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