My name is Steph, and I have a serious carbohydrate addiction. I'm not even joking! Why do carbs have to make you feel so good?!?!? My food weakness is bread and pasta. Being insulin resistant, I crave those two things like there's no tomorrow! It seriously drives me infreaking-sane some days. I've been on the lookout for possible alternatives, healthier alternatives for pasta the past seven or so years. My first switch was to whole wheat/whole grain pastas. The family liked them, and while they were a little tricky to get just right with cooking, we got used to them. I started doing more and more research and found that gluten free pasta might be a good alternative to the whole wheat/grain pastas we were eating. My main goal for trying the gluten free was to help alleviate inflammation in the body. One of my doctors thought it would be a good thing for me to try. I was super excited when my local Costco store started selling gluten free pastas. The first one I tried was a brown rice/quinoa penne pasta. I will never forget this because I managed to turn the pasta into mush :)
I was so excited to try out the new pasta I bought, I rushed home to get my pot of water boiling. There are two things I never read directions on how to cook: 1) Frozen meals and 2) pasta. My philosophy is if you stick a frozen meal in the microwave for 2 minutes and 30 seconds and it's still cool on the bottom.....stick it back in for another minute and you'll be good to go. Hey...I never claimed to be Food Network worthy! For pasta, I usually wait until the water boils, pour my pasta in and let it boil until I think it's done. Try the noodles, if they are too hard, I keep boiling. If they are my version of al dente.....then I take them out of the boiling water and rinse. Voila! Well, I have learned over time that cooking gluten free pastas, you HAVE to time them. Otherwise, you will be left with a super thick soup, instead of a yummy pasta. So I've been through whole wheat, whole grains, and every type of gluten free noodle under the sun.....And now......bean pasta!!!
A few weeks back I was watching my favorite, Dr. Oz. and he had a audience member talking about bean pastas. I personally had never heard of them before, and was a bit skeptical, however, at this point I'm willing to try anything. On that week's grocery shopping adventure, I went to my local fresh foods market and found some bean pasta. (pictured above) I was super excited, however, that lovely package of pasta sat in my pantry until I worked up the nerve to eat it.....which took about 2 weeks :) My hubby was making some pasta, and I thought "ooooh let's try out the bean pasta! If the kids hate it we can blame it on Daddy's cooking" :P I was on noodle duty, so guess what I did??? yes exactly, I read the directions! The package said to boil for 4 to 5 minutes, and naturally being the rule follower that I am, I boiled it for about 8....but who's counting... :P Lo and behold! The noodles were tolerable. The kiddies did question them for a moment, but everyone ate them. I took it as a win! Guess what?!?!!? I made more tonight! This time we had Organic Soy/Mung Bean Fettuccine. I did a few things differently with this pasta. I salted the water it was boiling in, and once they were finished cooking, I added them to the sauce and mixed it in. Let it sit for a bit, and the noodles had much more flavor! They were delicious! This is something I'm definitely going to incorporate in our pantry! The type I had this evening had 24 grams of protein and only 19 carbs, for a 2 oz serving!!! I'm super happy that I tried the bean pastas, and even more happy that I think I may have actually found a healthier pasta alternative!
How about you? Have you tried bean pastas? What are your thoughts?
Well hello there! As you may or may not have picked up on my blog title, my current total loss is back at 8 lbs. *sigh* I've been having a "moment" or maybe a group of "moments" lately with getting control over my weight. It's seriously been a roller coaster. It's been 4 months since I started this journey and I'm only down 8 lbs! That's enough to drive anyone insane, however I am not giving up. In all of my past attempts, there's been a common denominator....I stop trying. Each and every time I stop trying, I always end up having to start over. The picture above says exactly what I am going through right now. I'm not giving up, I'm not starting over. Right now I'm tightening up my game plan and going full speed ahead. So watch out world because I'm going to take a bite out of you!...(metaphorically....not literally...common misconception about us fat folks....contrary to popular belief, we don't want to eat everything....the world's included in that! *tehehehe*)
So an interesting thing happened to me on Monday that I can now laugh about, but at the time, it made me super po'd. Picture this....It's Monday (as if that isn't bad enough already)...You're at the gym...You have your earphones hooked up to your phone all ready to stream the new episodes of Orange is The New Black...You step onto the freshly disinfected treadmill...Suddenly out of no where a personal trainer makes eye contact with you...You fumble to try and make it look like you didn't see them and turn around and before you know it BAM! They hopped on the treadmill next to you! True story bro. I removed my earbuds, and reached out to her already extended hand to complete the inevitable handshake. She starts making small talk with me. It went a little something like this:
~~~Overzealous Trainer (OT): "Soooo, what are you doing today?"
~~~Me: "Um...well...I'm on the treadmill, so I'm hoping to get some exercise in"
~~~OT: "That's great, what in particular are you working on?"
~~~Me: "My stamina, trying to mainly improve my health"
~~~OT: "So are there areas you'd like to see improvement on?"
~~~Me: (this isn't my first rodeo. I know she wants me to say my weight, but I wasn't quite willing to give in at that moment) "Um....well...I've lost a good amount of inches. I'm just really focused on getting healthy and off medications"
~~~OT: "But is there something you aren't seeing, something you are missing?"
~~~Me: (I quickly realize at this point she's not going to leave me alone until I say weight loss, so I oblige in order to move on with my workout) "My weight is just coming off slowly"
~~~OT: "What if I told you I could change your life"
~~~Me: *eye roll* "I would ask you how much that will cost me"
Fast forward to her now having my phone number and texting me to set up a 1 on 1 training session. I know she's just doing her job, she has to make a living too, but the part that irritated me about all this is the fact that I realized I was a target. I wasn't po'd at anyone but myself. Because of the fact that I'm a fat girl in a gym, it's open hunting season for personal trainers to hound me. When I say it's not my first rodeo, I mean I've been there, done that at this same gym! Had a personal trainer contact me in a similar fashion, before I knew it I was signed up for nearly $2k in sessions, classes, nutrition training etc. After 6 months of doing all of that, I lost only 21 lbs, had trainers puzzled as well as the nutritionist. I'm not about to go down that same road again! There were literally hundreds of others in the gym, and I happened to be the lottery winner I suppose. Which leads me to yet another "what I look forward to when I lose the 115 lbs" point.....I look forward to not being an easy target for personal trainers at the gym. I just want to be able to go in, do my workout, and leave. Is that too much to ask for?!?!
Do you have any personal trainer stories you'd like to share? Please do, I'd love to hear them!
I scream, you scream, we all scream for.....juice?!?! I know by now most of you have heard something or another regarding the multitude of health benefits from juicing, which span from weight loss to disease reversals and so much more. I wanted to share with you my experience/opinions on the whole juicing craze.
A few years ago I watched a documentary on Netflix: Fat, Sick, and Nearly Dead. I'm sure I follow suit with most people who have watched the documentary in saying, from that moment on I was hooked on the idea of juicing. Shortly after watching the documentary, I started doing some online research on juice fasting. I looked up pros/cons, recipes, how to sites, and even asked friends their opinions. After some research, I decided it was time to try my own. Off to the grocery store I went! My shopping cart was full of the following: Kale, Apples, Carrots, Celery, Cucumbers, Pineapple, Ginger, Lemons, Limes, Oranges, Beets, and so much more. After buying all the groceries, I thought to myself how super expensive it is to juice. I spent about $100 on my supplies, and I had only planned on juicing for 5 days! However, when I thought long and hard about it, that's only about $20 per day, which if I ate out everyday it would have probably surpassed that amount. So, $100 didn't seem too bad. I decided to start on a weekend, in case I experienced any withdrawal type symptoms, I wanted to be in the comfort of my own home. The first day had it's ups and downs. I was a bit cranky, hungry, sluggish, and I had a headache. All of which were part of the detox. By the end of day 2 I was feeling less of all the symptoms, and I actually started to feel more energetic. The 3rd day rolled around and I was feeling on top of the world! By day 4, I decided to slowly add back in regular foods just to see how I felt. I added beans and whole fruits and vegetables. Same with day 5. As time went on, I eventually crept back into my old eating habits again.
A few weeks after my first juice fast, I started feeling like a big pile o'poo. I was less energetic, moody, had frequent upset stomachs, bloating, etc. I realized then how great I felt while on the fast compared to not fasting. I made a point to do a fast once a month at that point. I continued this for about a year or so, and eventually life just got in the way. I still juice every now and then, but definitely not like I should and want to. So, in short, my opinion on juicing? I LOVE it. While I know there are man naysayers out there who can find refutable evidence against juicing, I don't care :) It's something I have personally experienced myself, and the results were amazing. One of my absolute favorite juice I made is a green juice . It has celery, cucumber, green apples, kale, lemon and ginger....however, I throw in a small piece of a beet to add a different color. My kids LOVE this juice. Recipe for this juice can be found here: http://www.rebootwithjoe.com/mean-green-juice/
I highly recommend that site also, especially if you are looking into juicing, but you aren't sure how to get started.
What are your thoughts on juicing? Have you tried it? Love it? Hate it? Share your thoughts.
Howdy Y'all.........Long time no talk. I took a splendid trip to the beach for a few days for a little R and R. I must admit, it was awesome sauce. As with all the adventures I go on in life, I learned some pretty valuable lessons on this trip. Let's start off with the lesson of, when you work entirely too hard and then finally get your vacation, it's almost impossible to relax. I started off my first day with the overwhelming urge to check my work email. It was like I was withdrawing from a drug. I found a way to occupy myself with some much needed organizing around the house, but I swear, that damn email was calling me. "Check me" "Please check me, there's so much to do, YOU MUST CHECK ME!" I managed to keep myself occupied with cleaning and organizing until we left for the beach....I did not check my email until I got back to work.. SCORE for me!
I have a total type A, super planner, list and schedule making, type of personality. For the first time in ....ever....I actually didn't plan much for this trip. I just wanted to have a healthy picnic type lunch out on the beach. Sounds harmless right? Well....this leads me to lesson #2, eating on the beach leads to a diet full of sand. I bought a special cooler before the trip for my healthy picnic lunch. The night before, I made up a ton of sandwiches and wrapped them in tin foil. The next morning, I added some ice to the cooler, packed up the sandwiches, and off to the beach we went. After a couple of hours it was finally time for lunch! Me=super excited. I opened the cooler, pulled out the first sandwich....it's soaked in water. I pull out another.....soggy mush. Another......pile of wet bread....I was able to salvage 3 out of the 7 sandwiches I made for everyone, but all the lost sandwiches weren't about to ruin my picnic. I give the girls their food, and we all proceed to dig in. Not 5 minutes into this lovely meal, do I hear "It's crunchy!" Let's just say......I hope sand is full of protein! We all learned the true meaning of a SANDwich. Lesson learned, no more picnics on the beach for me!
The last lesson I learned....sunscreen is vital...ONLY if you reapply. The first morning, I slathered up the girls with sunscreen, put some on myself, and off we went. I swear, you'd thought I had never seen the sun in my life, that's how freaking excited I was. I was so happy to just be there, I was ready to sit in the sun and relax. Before I knew it, I was lying on the sand, on a towel, I looked at my mom and said "I smell bacon". I could totally tell I was being fried. It didn't feel like it, but 4 hours had gone by, and I was burnt to a crisp. I never once reapplied my sunscreen. As the day went on, I was in pain. Super burnt on my back and legs. Off to the drugstore we went. I stocked up on aloe gel, ice packs, and ibuprofen. My relaxing beach trip turned into a mommy-b-que. We went the next morning for breakfast, and the hostess at the restaurant came to me and said "You're burnt!" She proceeded to tell me about some miracle stuff in a blue bottle sold by the store next door. I, in all my desperation, skipped my fat happy butt over to the store, walked in and said "I need the stuff in the blue bottle". The lady knew exactly what I was talking about, grabbed the "try me" bottle and started spraying my legs. The moment that first spritz of this mystery concoction hit my char broiled leg, I swear the heavens opened up! Unfortunately, a portion of my back did blister a little after about a week. I call my dermatologist to see if there's anything I should do, and I'm in turn lectured on how getting blistering sunburns increases risks of malignant skin cancers, and how I used to work for a dermatologist (many many moons ago) so apparently, I should know better. Now I sit, a week and a half post sunburn from hell, wondering when my next vacation is :)