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Grocery Store Reflections.

Today I was shopping for my non perishable groceries. The majority is purchased at Whole Foods, a few items like my flour and Shredded Wheat come from Target. My bread comes from Great Harvest. Today we picked up some special order hamburger buns for the first time as well. Yum.

Some estimates are that Americans eat 22 teaspoons of sugar a day (teens eating up to 34 teaspoons). Prior to our 10 day food challenge, I would have absolutely said that that did not apply to my family, but rather to the ones who let their kids eat pop tarts, oreos, sodas, and candy. After the 10 day food challenge, which forced me to read every label, I would absolutely say that we did eat that much. The food challenge started me researching chemical dyes (seriously, we have to chemically color something that has an intended purpose of making my children healthier?), preservatives (even my beloved Chick fil a has MSG in their chicken?), oils, breads, and sweeteners. It had me watching documentaries like Sick Fat and Nearly Dead, Food Inc, and Forks over Knives. You know what my conclusion is? This food situation we have in America is depressing. Bottom line. Where is the food in our food?

I wallowed a little, got angry, and then decided I can do the best with what I have available to me. I have improved five bajillion percent for my family and I am proud of us. It is in every way worth it. The bottom line is I never thought that the food we were eating before was “unhealthy”. I didn’t ever think about it. I mean really connect it. But now, why would you eat all these chemicals if you can eat the same food without them? Yes it is harder. Yes it is more expensive. However, when I consider the benefits vs the risks, I see no choice that needs to be made.

These days it is no longer even as much about WHAT you are eating as it is about how it is made. You can eat pizza. Just not Totinos Pizza, please. There are healthier ways to eat our favorites that involve actual real food. There are also new favorites waiting to be found. One of my families new favorites is some whole grain pasta with sugar snap peas, corn, and carrots mixed in. Add a little balsamic vinegar and some fresh grated cheese. It’s so yummy.

Bread crumbs recently taught me a valuable lesson. I just never would have thought to read the ingredients in the standard bread crumbs. After all it is B R E A D C R U M B S. Wrong. You can buy healthy bread crumbs or ones with a whole bunch of words that challenge even the best readers. The same is true for many products and we need to invest the time to read the labels.

So, my husband and I have landed in the following place. We will not eat preservatives such as MSG and others. We are no longer eating chemical dye of any kind. We go for whole grain always. We go for organic, local, cage free, free range, pasture raised and however else you want to phrase it. We are researching and learning to become more educated. We are reading and questioning what we are putting on our table. We are trying to stay within our original food budget prior to our change in eating, which was $600 a month for a family of 6. I am struggling to do that and we will likely need to raise it to $800. We are willing to do that if necessary. We cancelled cable already and will do other things to make it work. Our health is too important to say we can’t afford to eat this way because the truth is we can. It is all about where we are going to spend our money. We will still occasionally eat sugar, but it will be for sugar sake. For example a cookie or a birthday cake. This will be and can be done much healthier than the ways we were doing it before. I am still learning what those are.

I would consider myself far from properly educated on all things healthy food related, but I am learning. When I use the word WE it implies my whole family. My thirteen year old just attended a swim party where there was junk food galore. He passed it all up because he said it wasn’t good for him. The next morning at church when the leftovers where present he caved and ate 5 Oreos. We have some work to do, but one out of two times is 50% better than it was before, right?

I wish that true food education was easier to come by. Marketing is so deceiving. Fresh n Easy may carry some healthy things but they are not a health food store (you still have to be careful), there is really no such thing as a healthy fast food restaurant, Nutella is not a healthy breakfast option, and on and on… It’s amazing to me that Kellogs and other companies manufacture the same foods in Europe without chemical dye as they do here in the USA. They have the recipes. It can be done. Strange.

I am currently grocery shopping weekly for perishables and bimonthly for non perishables. Every meal and snack is planned out for 15 days at a time. This morning I bought several things that I have never purchased before and  I was cracking up a little bit. I have a bunch of new recipes to try in the next couple of weeks. As I was asking the Whole Foods worker this morning what Tahini was because I needed some for a new recipe I was going to make, I could only crack up. How far I have come.

 and you may be asking why I keep talking about this? :)

Basically because my family feels fabulous.

It’s so worth it.

Surrender

Surrender. It’s not something I am good at. In fact, with each passing year I grow increasingly aware at how my heart struggles with this word on a daily, sometimes minute, by minute basis.

I have written many posts about my health. From the completion of our 10 day food challenge, to the incident with my yoga pants, and everything in between. What I haven’t truly written about is the core deep down issues that God has revealed to me over the past year. I walk the fine line with this blogging thing because I tend to be an overly open person and at times there is wisdom in what to share and what not to share. However, if I have ever been amazed at any one thing, it is the number of women that I have become fast friends with and bonded over this common issue of struggles with our health. It just goes to reinforce the knowledge that Satan’s interest in knocking us out of commission is his first priority….and what an area to choose. The struggles we face with weight, body image, and health, no matter how big or small, can be debilitating. It’s incredible. So while my head screams to muzzle it, my soul says to fight it. I will remain open about my issues because there is healing in vulnerability, there is strength in connection, and in the middle of all of it, there is Jesus.

I think it is no secret these days that a great many Americans struggle with obesity. Most everyone has heard of the Biggest Loser. Jillian Michaels and Bob Harper have become household names. If you watch the show at all, you have undoubtedly seen that they teach with great urgency, if the problem that brought the contestants to this unhealthy place is not fixed, the weight loss will not remain. I set out on a similar quest to reclaim healthy, in all areas of my life. The deep down buried heart included.

I have never been super significantly overweight. For me, the issues with my health, took a little different spin. At the root of it all lies my biggest problem, surrender. I had a very tight unhealthy grip on my physical body. Control was to be mine. No one else’s. At some level I was aware of this, but a big huge vat of denial lived on the surface. I can tell you that I can’t even fully understand the behaviors that I have engaged in over the years, but I can tell you that they were wrong. I can also tell you that they plagued me with a deep sadness, a deep frustration, and an unbearable pain. I am watching the healing power of God change this in me. Why now? Because I asked, I listened to the answer, and I am doing what He says. No excuses. With the intense vulnerability accompanied with surrender comes the beautiful rushing in of healing. Peace like a river.

For years I engaged in behaviors to “control” my weight and keep me thin. I threw up everything that went in my mouth, all day long. It left me with bleeding gums, raw skin on my knuckles, chronic sore throats, and broken blood vessels on my eyelids. I sincerely didn’t think it was a big deal. It made me feel powerful and victorious. Food became the enemy because I knew if I gave in and ate, I would have to throw it up…and that was miserable.  I took all kinds of over the counter pills with no regard for their instructions. Multiple times they left me unable to get out of bed. When those were no longer enough, I moved on to prescription ones. With the common sense reality that these could in fact kill me, I obeyed the proper dosage instructions, but not without being tempted to overdose.

I lived a life of self inflicted punishment. I lived on 500 calorie a day diets, would wake up and jog in place in the middle of the night for hours in my bedroom, and put “you’re fat” notes in strategic places to “encourage” my intense workout routines. I was truly sick. It pains me to write that. It pains me to think of how many women have these struggles along side me. I know they are out there, I have heard their stories.

Looking back, the intense struggles that I faced sat between a great conflict. It was the overwhelming desire to be perfect, vs. the taking care of the wounded soul that haunted my every breath. I desperately wanted to not have issues, to be supermodel thin because surely that would prove that I was o.k. The physical pain that I dealt with on a daily basis, didn’t hold a candle to the pain in my soul. I am not sure I will ever quite understand the psychology of all of this. I am not totally sure that I need to. The Lord is gracious to reveal things in His time.

While I found a way years ago, to manage the physical destructive behaviors, my crippled heart remained an issue. A couple of years ago, the desire to truly heal from all of this and mend this wounded heart, became a very large driving force in my life. When the Lord led me to Made to Crave, I think my journey to healing really began it’s story. It is a story that there may never be an END to because my struggles were deep and I know that despite the victory I have seen God do, the pitfalls remain lurking in the shadows. It will likely be a very lifelong struggle and I am o.k. with that. His power is made perfect in my weakness.

The crossroad between my want to and my how to came at the foot of the cross. My healing began when I truly said YES to Jesus in this area of my life. I said yes before I knew what He was asking of me and that was key. It was finally, for the first time, a yes with no clauses and no excuses. If I am going to stand before the creator of the Universe and demand that He tell me what I will have to do before I will agree to His plan, well then let’s just ship me out to sea on a boat named crazy and call it a day. I don’t wanna give this up, and I’m entitled attitudes are all sin-plain and simple. If it starts with the word I, you can bet a red flag is flying somewhere. It’s all about Jesus, not me. I don’t get to call the shots on my health. I don’t get to hang on to my psychotic over intense work out schedules, have violent throw up sessions with my food, and nurse in the comfort of my bff {aka as diet coke}, all day long. I just don’t.

A big revelation came one day a couple years ago when a counselor asked me if I listened to cues that my body was giving me. I knew I was in for it because I didn’t even understand the question. Sensing the obvious stumbling for words, she continued. Do you put on a jacket when your cold? Do you go to bed when you are tired? Do you eat when you are hungry? Um no, no, and more no. It was a big deal, that question. Gut level revealing in its simplicity. God made our bodies. He made them with signals. HE did and we need to listen. I did not listen to them, or to Him. I listened to me.

This has been an unbelievable slow and painful process. I can sympathize with the best of them about the discomfort felt in giving up control. We control for a reason. Giving it up is un~believeably difficult and even more scary.

There is hope and healing in my heart and on the horizon. Peace is invading the pain, the fear, the sleepless nights, and the torturous days that I have lived with for years.

I understand the…I’ll do better tomorrow. I can’t tell you how many times I have said I will stop throwing up, I will eat healthy, I will count calories, I will just get my crap together…tomorrow. People who don’t struggle with these types of issues have verbalized to me, “why don’t you just do the right thing?” “What is stopping you?” That’s the thing. There is something stopping all of us who struggle in this area. Take the amount that you desire to be healthy, to be thin, to be peaceful…it’s intense right? Figure that the thing stopping us is stronger. It’s time to make this a spiritual issue. To look at the fact that many times, this is not even about food. It’s about something much deeper. Food just happens to be the prop. I fully believe that the struggle in these areas can be equal in severity to alcohol, drug, and sex addictions. Let’s figure out the thing that’s stopping us and recognize that the power of God is able to overcome, to heal, and to set free. Grab a hold of it. These issues are serious. They are no small deal. They are trivialized all too often.

As in all things in the world, there are people who endure so much deeper heart ache and those who have a seemingly simpler road. The fact is we all have our own different desperate situations and challenges. There is a common thread that unites us, however. Life is what you make of it.

Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? ~Mary Oliver.

Whether it’s been poverty, abuse, accepting special needs, depression, failed relationships, or loss, we are together learning that overcoming the unexpected takes work and sacrifice. It also yields rewards, even if it simply means we say we survived, we learned something, we helped someone else. ~Kelle Hampton.

This is one of my heartaches. Part of my story. A skeleton in my closet that I have invited out to dance with me through this miraculous life that I am living.

I have learned something and I want to help someone. I have stared in the face that overcoming takes work and sacrifice and I WILL survive. I will thrive….and by the grace of God I will heal and be set free.

For the road to healing, the road to Jesus…..it starts with surrender and ends in His arms.

It’s a beautiful thing and He alone is worthy of my praise.

 

 

 

Real Food: The Good, The Bad, The Ugly.

We are still eating real food. I have been getting just a ton of questions about how it is going, so I thought I would update.

The short of it is: We have committed to this. No turning back.

THE GOOD

Oh, I don’t even know where to begin. I feel pretty fantastic. GONE are the sugar cravings. For the girl who would easily drive an hour to eat a Krispy Kreme, I tell you the cravings are gone. Last year, I went thirteen weeks without desserts. They weren’t gone then. You know why? I was still eating a TON of sugar in bread, salad dressings, rotisserie chicken, cheerios, and more. They are gone now because I am not eating sugar. Did you know that there are at least 50 other names that sugar will be identified as? Yeah, bummer huh? Overall, I just feel better. More energy, not full and yucky, and I definitely don’t feel like if I don’t consume some brownie dough, I just might eat my arm off.  If you want to know more about sugar, check out this video.

All my family members report feeling better, childhood constipation is gone, husband’s almost daily heartburn is gone, people in my house “feel clearer” and focus better. There have been SIGNIFICANT behavioral changes in one of my children. Sound to good to be true? I tell you I have heard people say things like this all my life, but I didn’t really take it to heart. Now that I have experienced it myself, I can tell you that letting sugar go becomes a whole lot easier because I don’t want how good I feel to go away. SO, will I eat sugar again? Maybe occasionally. Maybe not. Tastebuds change and I tell you that fruit is pretty spectacular when your tastebuds are not confused with donuts and candy and such.

THE BAD

We spent quite a bit on groceries last month. We have a $600 a month food budget for our family of six. I nailed that budget monthly for the last couple of years. Last month it all changed, which is to be expected. There will be a learning curve and we are willing to invest in it. This month, I am shopping weekly to try and stop the bleeding of overspending. $150 a week. We will see. I still have some small changes to add in, but they will come later. I hope to be able to go 100% organic or close to it. We are almost there, but not quite.

I can not believe how difficult it is to maneuver the presents, the parties, the awards for Awana, the sucker for the hair cut, the Sunday School prizes and treats, the birthday parties and on and on….It is sticky because the last thing I ever want to do is to come across as snobby or make a scene anywhere. We are moving our way through this one day at a time. Our current rule has been choose your absolute favorite treat when faced with a buffet of options. The term treat now includes rainbow goldfish crackers. It is a strange new world.

After just a week, I can see that this plan isn’t really going to work, as sometimes my kids are in these situations multiple times daily. SO, this part is still not settled in my mind. However, that is in large part due to the fact that I overanalyze everything and need a plan. It’ll work itself out. I need to relax. I continue to educate my children on what is actually in the food they are eating so that they can take ownership of their own choices. I also continue to talk to them about how everyone makes different choices and that is o.k. If they choose to turn down sugar, that does not make them weird! REALLY IT DOESN’T :)

My final thought in this here bad category is— I miss eating out. Long gone are the drive thru for a quick meal days, but I just would like to go out to a nice sit down meal. I know there are ways to do this and healthy-ish options out there. I just need to find them. The all or nothing in me doesn’t do well in situations like this. I need to find my balance and be o.k. with it.

THE UGLY

The ugly comes when it doesn’t occur to you to pack snacks for the Awana Grand Prix that lasts for four hours. Eating at the snack bar provided will give you options of pizza, nachos, donuts, cookies, soda, candy, and more. However, with the kids already “winning” a pack of sour skittles, it was hard to think that I would buy them more. They did have apples. That was the only option that was really real food. They were $1.00 a piece.

The ugly comes when I haven’t grocery shopped and the house is EMPTY and the kids need lunch NOW because they have been at church all morning and are starving. Ordering Mountain Mikes just may mean a day of stomach pain and feeling like a huge blob with no energy. I am guessing when you maintain a steady stream of highly processed foods that involve sugar and other additives, you become used to it. When you are truly eating clean and you put some of those processed foods back in your body. Watch out. I am sure everyone responds differently, but it’s not a fun thing. Trust me.

MOVING FORWARD

The bad and ugly in no way outweighs the good. Not by a long shot. Really making changes like we have made is hard. I am thankful that everyone in my family is on board. I am incredibly blessed in that way because it would be very difficult to change this much without everyone buying into it.

I am confident that as with anything new, in a matter of time, it will feel completely normal. I have read that a good goal is to shoot for no more than one “treat” a week. We are not quite there with the kids, but definitely working towards it. They probably eat 20% of the junk that they used to eat and at home they are 100% fine.

I never in a million years, thought that I would be so invested in label reading, but let me tell you once you start it is hard to imagine what they are trying to sell us and what we are buying. It is worth reading. It is worth digging. It is unsettling, but it is worth it. I think we all know that Spam is gross, but I never paid attention to the 80 ingredients in a Costco cake. I am SO new at all this and SO not an expert at any of it. I am learning though.

We are eating like kings and queens, I tell you, absolutely delicious food. Spaghetti and meatballs, stir fry, salads, veggies, fruits, homemade banana bread, crepes, crackers, cheeses, and snow cones….just to name a few. It is possible to make these things with real food ingredients. It actually tastes better too.

The number one thing I have been asked is “What is this diet…a.k.a. what is allowed?” The answer is pretty simple, but yet also crazy difficult. The answer is real food. Little to no processing, readable ingredients, no sweeteners, etc. That’s it. The tough part is not eating it, but rather finding it.

Above all, yet again I marvel at the Lord and His creation. The more that I become informed about food and what it provides for our body, the more I realize His love and care for us. When we enter in all the man made stuff is when we start having huge problems. He knows what He is doing.

Do I sound a little bit crazy? To some yes. Even to myself, I find it odd to read the sentences that I am typing. I never saw this one coming. This is where we are at and we are staying here. It’s a learning curve. I am sure it will continue to be. It’s a beautiful one and it works for us.

*For all kinds of crazy good information, check out the 100 Days of Real Food blog. She hooks you up with all you need to know!

The Day Before Gina’s Fortieth.

My crazy friend, Gina, keeps posting a count down to her 40th. I woke up this morning and checked in with Facebook, only to be reminded that today she is 39 years and 364 days old. Her 40th falls on Easter Sunday. Pretty spectacular, Huh? Her celebration {with me} will wait until we hit the road in a couple weeks to attend a homeschool convention. Why? Because I bet she never thought she would be celebrating her 40th anything at a homeschool convention and I just think that will make it more fun. Our other fabulous friend is tagging along. Not just because homeschool conventions are just that fun, but mothers of four will do almost anything to enjoy a weekend away every once in a while. Homeschool conventions do involve some learning as there are a gajillion workshops to choose from. However, in our world they also involve a hotel room that will become decorated with brand new calendars, planners, pads of paper, and sharpened pencils. There will be people in this magical place who make your bed when you aren’t looking. There will be hours of shopping curriculums, chatting about every possible combination of these curriculums, and multiple trips to eat at the bay area’s best mexican restaurant. Although I will miss my morning snuggles and evening tuck in sessions with my littles, I do look forward to eating a meal without bending over to pick anything up off of the floor. My clothes will probably remain stain free, and I just might be able to complete a sentence. Not two mention there will be three whole days with some of my favorite people on the planet.

The Fortieth birthday should be celebrated and celebrated big. Just ask my friend Nicole. Her husband threw her an eighties party at a roller rink. I know of no better way to bring in the forties than with crimped hair and a little shoot the duck. Seriously. Speaking of fabulous, don’t you love that we can now hijack pictures off of Facebook to exploit our friends just a little?

My husband and I began our 10 week challenge of real food last Sunday. One week down. We recently completed the 10 day challenge and now are going for the 70 day extended version. Why? Mostly because I needed longer to really cement these eating changes into my brain and our pantry, before I tested out my boundaries in the real world. This has become a new way of eating for us. Every single person in my house agrees. We feel better. All of us. SO, when the challenge is over this time we will continue eating as close to real food as often as possible. The kids are not “technically” on the challenge right now, but they kinda are because I am :) . We are learning to deal with their real life situations like the bags full of candy given at Awana, the neighbor kids who constantly offer ice cream and snow cones, the donuts at church, and the packages of candy that arrive in the mail. It’s a new frame of reference and a new line drawn about what we will and will not allow in our bodies and how that works into our day to day living.

Our house is almost 100% real food now. There are just a few things left that I will use up and then not buy again. They are not completely horrific and for the sake of budget we will continue using them until they are gone. I just came home from grocery shopping a little while ago and I am completely amazed at the transition that we have made. Ninety eight percent of the food that the Target grocery aisles sell are completely off limits now and I am totally o.k. with that. When on this challenge, our choices are REAL FOOD, unprocessed almost entirely. If you get it out of a package, jar, or a box it can not have more than five ingredients (none of which can be sugar in any of its 1,000 secret names). It’s strict.

I have arrived at the point, that my health and the health of my kids is more important than my tastebuds, among other things. I do not want to be preachy here. I am the girl who regularly consumed Jack in the Box tacos and a 44oz diet coke for breakfast {because it was only 360 calories}. I just have to say from the bottom of my heart that if I can do it, truly anyone can. Last summer, when I began to get serious about my health, if you would have told me that I was about to move into a world where soda was not a part of it, kale {after you told me what it was} would be something that I would buy and enjoy, I would bake with coconut oil, and that I would think that raisins were almost too sweet…I would never have packed one bag. I think that God reveals to us the exact information we need at the exact time we need it. What a blessing that is, really. This path that I am on? I wouldn’t trade away for anything. If I had seen the kale I would have  grabbed my sugar canister and headed for the hills. I am taking one step at a time asking for His guidance. He is so faithful.

With all that being said, yesterday my husband and I momentarily broke our food challenge. I realize that this is not the sentence you were expecting to read right now, but my life is a semi open book and I need to confess. We did it consciously and with intent. Here’s why….my family is all big fans of Cake Boss. We love Buddy and his bakery. My little ones have been known to play “Carlos Bakery” with play dough. They spend hours creating magical cakes that are covered in “fondant”. SO, yesterday we went to some dear friends house for lunch and they started talking about how their in laws had just returned from vacation. While they were away, guess where they went? CARLOS BAKERY. After a two hour wait they brought a box of Buddy’s cookies back to our friends. The cookies were there. At. The. House. After a momentary debate in my head, my husband and I split a very tiny chocolate/vanilla piece of heaven. It was one bite worth and delicious. I mean D E L I C I O U S. Now I have eaten famous cookies. My daughter pointed out that we had famous cookies in our bellies. She is right. They were great. Nothing permanently derailed and really we could not pass up a chance to try his stuff because I have no plans to be in New Jersey anytime soon. Will you forgive us, pretty please..with no sugar on top?

Speaking of my friend’s house for lunch, you may remember my sweet angel friend Lillian. I had the enormous pleasure of taking care of her when she was just a baby. She is quite the big girl now. She recently turned five. She is a miracle and melts my heart.

We got to hang at her place yesterday. She hugged us and sang with us and gave us the sweetest welcome you could give. She is talking, and walking, and still gives the best hugs on the planet. She has not only beaten the odds, but just crushed them. God is amazing.

 We had a great time with Lillian, her brother, and her awesome parents, catching up after WAY TOO LONG. We had yummy food, great conversation, and left with very full hearts.

 Tomorrow is Easter.  I haven’t seen much of my hubby this week as he has been working hard to prepare for services at church. We have a yearly tradition of Boston Market for Easter dinner. Yes, I am serious. This year we are breaking it. Immediately following services tomorrow afternoon, my kids will come home to find a very special Easter Egg hunt that will not involve one piece of candy, but rather a very special surprise which I will tell you about on Tuesday when we return.

If you are reading this and know my children, please don’t mention it :) They don’t even know that a surprise is brewing.

Happy Easter, my friends.

Oh, and happy last day of the thirties to you, Gina.

Nicole and I now welcome you here at the forties, with open arms. It ain’t that bad.

WE DID IT!

Ten Days for our family of real food. It is possible. It is doable. With the exception of a short planned break for one of my girls at a birthday party, we all nailed it.  No mess ups {other than that mint my husband ate without thinking and the bunny puff that belonged to my baby that I put in my own mouth without thinking}.

About 15 years ago, I was at a conference with a friend of mine. She leaned over and whispered “Let’s go get something sweet at the cart outside”. You don’t have to tell me twice. As I picked up my jaw off the floor (she was my healthy eating friend) and followed her outside, I would have never guessed the outcome of this. I waited behind her in line to see her gaze at all the candy and deliciousness and then reach out and pick up a nutrigrain bar. I said, “I thought you were getting some junk food.” She replied, “I did.” Yes, I felt stupid.

I have spent my life in middle ground with our eating choices. I regularly see people who eat “worse” than we do. I regularly see people who eat “not worse” than we do. I suppose, on some level, everyone could say the same thing.

We have had an overhaul on our food and for the first time it makes sense to me. It’s not to incorporate a powder, or a bar. It isn’t to trick our body into behaving a certain way. It’s to eat REAL FOOD. Our ten day challenge taught me so much.

*watermelon~ I think God’s version of Krispy Kreme. It’s a great dessert and it was just that on day 4, 5, and 7.

Some questions I regularly have had….

IS IT MORE EXPENSIVE TO EAT THIS WAY?

UM YES, yes, and yes. It is more expensive. No way around that. There are definitely ways to stretch the dollar. However, it is more expensive. 

DOES IT TAKE MORE TIME?

UM YES, chopping and cleaning vegetables and making tortillas from scratch is definitely more time consuming than ripping open a Totinos Pizza Box and slinging it in the oven.

WAS THE PLANNING HARDER?

Yes, but only because it is a total overhaul in what we eat. In time, it will be no harder, I believe, than how we were eating before.

*Roasted Butternut Squash with Olive Oil and Sea Salt, Steamed Cauliflower with Parmesan, Baked Potatoes with a little real Butter and pepper, and Salad with sliced Cucumbers and Balsamic. Dinner~day 3.

The 10 day challenge was different then just trying to eat better because it forces you to read all the labels for ten days. Everything. I was shocked. I still am shocked. The things that I THOUGHT I was doing “good” or “better” than other choices…not so much. Such as marshmallows have blue food dye in them? Are you serious?

I read articles and researched and learned. I am learning new foods. Like Kale. Uh huh. It’s on my menu. I am learning new tricks like unsweetened cocoa powder and 100% maple syrup make a nice chocolate sauce that rivals Hersheys, not a fake nasty diet chocolate.

* Whole Wheat Crepes with Chocolate Sauce. Dessert~day 2.

I felt so happy with the food I was feeding my family. I was not constantly saying NO to the junk, but yes to snacks of cauliflower and carrots and apples and almonds. I was feeding them nutritious meals. It made this mama happy.

The biggest shockers of the whole thing were~

1. I expected to grin and bare it and muscle my way through some mind numbingly horrible diet tasting food for 10 days. :) Instead I found immediately that real food tastes better. I don’t mean slightly better, I mean my kids were asking for seconds and thirds better.

2. My 13 year old woke up on day 7 and announced that he felt like a fog had been lifted. (I did not put those thoughts in his head ahead of time).

3. There is sugar in everything and I mean everything. EVERYTHING. Soy sauce to rotisserie chicken to mayonnaise and beyond.

4. There is also food dye in everything. My children’s vitamins, canned vegetables, throat lozenges, and everything in between.

5. My kids were 1000% on board. All of them. They even passed up donuts, candy, lollipops, and Cheez its (all offered at church).

WHAT NOW?

Yes, this has changed us. More than I thought possible. I read articles like this and this and it has made my husband and I think long and hard about our budget and our food. We are making adjustments. We are finding our own balance.

I will not be found on an intersection in a sandwich board shouting for the end of processed food. Not by a long shot. I am not turning my blog into a health food blog. There are plenty of brilliant ones out there like this one and this one. I will not be condemning anyone who does not think like me and if you invite me over for dinner, I am going to eat what you fix me, I promise.

*Chicken stir fry with brown rice, pineapple, apricot all fruit spread, and liquid aminos. Whole wheat bread, salad with peppers and balsamic, and corn with a little real butter and sea salt and pepper. School lunch on day 9.

I will tell you this, my biggest lesson came on day 11 and lingers even today on day 12. We officially stopped the challenge after day 10. As planned and promised, we made chocolate chip cookies at lunch time and ordered our favorite pizza for delivery for dinner. After a couple licks of dough and one cookie, I had my first noticeable sugar rush of my life. I only noticed it because I had been living in a continual one for as long as I can remember, but it took the true absence of sugar for 10 solid days to show me just what I was dealing with. We went ahead with dinner plans and 2 slices of pepperoni pizza later, I was less then enchanted. The grease and sluggishness~ yuck. My seven year old said it was gross and didn’t finish it (it was the same pizza she loved 10 days prior) and my eleven year old complained of a stomach ache after dinner.

I am not going to lie, there is a part of me that is irritated. Irritated that my old familiar recipes and ways of eating around here have been all messed up. I sometimes want to live in a world where driving through Taco Bell and eating that fourth late night meal of the day is fun and delicious and yes even nutritious. However, even as I type that I find that to be a fairly odd statement to even make on many levels.

God made our bodies and He made such incredible food for them. Getting as close to eating what He created to nourish the body He created ~ it just makes sense. We are committed to to do our best to continue on this path, for the long haul.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Real Food.

My family and I began our 10 day challenge from the 100 days of real food blog, yesterday. I like this blog because the woman who writes it is a mom concerned about her health and the health of her family. She isn’t a nutrition expert or fitness guru. I also like it because it is not gimmicky. It is a balanced view of eating the absolute closest you can to food the way that God made it. Pure and healthy. Not full of gunk. Yet, she isn’t legalistic, condemning, or ridiculously over the top about it.

You can check out the rules we are following here. The only thing that we have made exceptions to is the meats. We are not doing grass fed local meats. That hurts my head right now and quite frankly my grocery budget. I will explore that at a later date. We have also made an exception for 2 different salad dressings. They are quite close to rule following, yet just slightly outside because of the amount of ingredients. However, there is no sugar or sweeteners. Otherwise, we are in 100%.

WHOLE WHEAT FLOUR, WATER, SUGAR, WHEAT GLUTEN, YEAST, RAISIN JUICE CONCENTRATE, WHEAT BRAN, MOLASSES, SOYBEAN OIL, SALT, MONOGLYCERIDES, CALCIUM PROPIONATE (PRESERVATIVE), CALCIUM SULFATE, DATEM, GRAIN VINEGAR, CITRIC ACID, SOY LECITHIN, WHEY, NONFAT MILK *ingredients found here

Those are the ingredients in the bread I was feeding my family. That was the improved bread because the one I was feeding them before had a list that was twice as long. Guess what? I have now found a bread that has five ingredients. FIVE. I can even pronounce  the names of all the them. Flour, yeast, water, salt, and honey. We are going to be eating that one now. It’s SO much better tasting as well. It’s approved by everyone in my house.

The biggest achievement thus far is my three kids survived the weekend and 4 church services. Between the four services, they were offered, candy, lollipops, donuts, cheez its, and goldfish crackers. They turned them down! I am SO proud of them. This was their choice to participate in our challenge. Yay kids.

Day 1

Breakfast   Whole wheat banana pancakes with pure maple syrup and fresh bananas

Snack    Triscuits and unsweetend dried Apricots

Lunch    Baked potatoes with butter/cheese and sautéed peppers/squash/onions

Snack  Popcorn and apples

Dinner   Nachos

 

Day 2

Breakfast  Shredded Wheat with honey and fresh blueberries

Snack Triscuits and cheese

Lunch  Salad with chicken, strawberries, sliced almonds, and sunflower seeds. Poppyseed dressing. Garlic Vegetables. 1/2 slice Whole Wheat bread and butter.

Snack   Snow Cones (crushed ice with Simply Apple juice drizzled over)

Dinner   Eggs, hash browns, and whole wheat banana pancakes with raspberries

Plan for

Day 3

Breakfast Homemade Granola 

Snack Rice Cakes with Peanut Butter and Apples

Lunch Pb and Jelly sandwiches, carrots/celery, watermelon, and applesauce

Snack Plain yogurt with honey, granola, and raspberries/blueberries

Dinner Tacos, salad, and watermelon

Mouth watering yet? I am telling you we are eating like Kings and Queens over here.

HOW DO I FEEL?

I feel GREAT about putting these meals in front of my loved ones. It’s all kinds of awesome.

I am FULL. Not like, I just ate Thanksgiving meal and I’m going to explode full. It’s a just right full.

I might be dangerously close to a tree hugger now. I just made granola from scratch. Does it help if I told you I was listening to a little 50 cent and dancing while making it?

Happy Sunday, my friends!

Please make sure and check out this post from my sweet friend Rachel @ Finding Joy. Her son has Celiac disease and she is passionate about spreading awareness. There is a $350 giveaway at up for grabs, a pie recipe, and adorable pics of her seven children. How can you not?

 

Exposed.

I haven’t stepped on a scale in 34 days.

Why? It’s a God thing.

I have made TONS of progress with my health goals. TONS. On Dec 31st I sat ready to kick it into high gear and lose the remaining 25 pounds. I sat on Jan 31st surprised and frustrated that yet again all of these negative self deprecating feelings were overwhelming me. I thought we had kicked this, or at least for the most part. Not only had high gear not come, but I was feeling so very defeated. Two steps short of hopeless. How did I get back here? Time keeps slipping by in order to reveal my goals unreached. What is the problem?

Instead of searching for a new program, or a new routine, I stopped and prayed. God clearly said, “Why don’t you try trusting me? After all I am the one who made you.” I had the immediate nagging still small voice to put the scale away and put down my trusty Exerspy for awhile.

I didn’t sleep much that night. I did a lot of tossing and turning and arguing.

That can’t be right. Why would God want me to do that?

Thou Shall have no other God’s before me. Exodus 20:3

Am I taking this whole food thing to a overly religious level?

What’s the price of two or three pet canaries? Some loose change, right? But God never overlooks a single one. And He pays even greater attention to you, down to the last detail-even numbering the hairs on your head! So don’t be intimated by all this bully talk. You’re worth more than a million canaries.” Luke 12:7

What if I end up and gaining 30 pounds?

Don’t fool yourself into thinking that you are a listener when you are anything but, letting the Word go in one ear and out the other. Act on what you hear! Those who hear and don’t act are like those who glance in the mirror, walk away, and two minutes later have no idea who they are, what they look like. James 1:22-24

What if…What if…What if….

“You have circled this mountain long enough, NOW turn North.” Deut 2:3

 

In spite of a sleepless night and doubts of epic proportion, I began the next day. That was 34 days ago. I can tell you that it has been SO TOUGH. Not because I gave up the scale or the Exerspy. Because I gave up control. I have been fighting every stinkin’ piece of baggage that I carry. It seems that every issue and every negative voice and every challenge are bombarding me from all sides. I am panicking because I am not making the progress that I want to see on my time table. I am panicking because I have to trust someone else. One would think that I would be fine trusting the Creator of the EN~tire universe, but alas I am not so good at it. Apparently, my trust issues run deep. I feel like I am falling with nothing to hold on to.

I do so desperately want to hang on to Jesus. It is a skill and a choice that in this area, I struggle with. I have no doubt that the Lord  did ask me to give up my tools because I was relying on them far more than Him. There is nothing wrong with the scale or any type of tracking system. I believe that they help keep us accountable and should be used. However, they need their proper place. Every day this seems to get a little bit easier. God left the Israelites wandering in the dessert for 40 years until they learned to trust. Let’s hope it doesn’t take me that long.

I knew that my challenge in the area of my health was wrapped up in control issues. I have had issues in this area my whole life. When everything else became something I couldn’t control, my weight became something I could and eating disorders developed. I have always known logically that control was the issue. Now I am seeing it from a front row seat. Every day is a struggle, sometimes every minute. Not because I want any one thing in particular, well except that elephant in the room we like to call control. It feels so awkward to give it up. This must be where the phrase a fish out of water comes from.

It seems that God working in my life resembles peeling an onion. Thank God we have a patient God. One who doesn’t give us more than we can handle and one who equips us to handle what we have been given.  One who stays by our side as we conquer layer after layer after layer through His ever present help.

At the start of reading Made to Crave, Lysa TerKeurst talks about this journey being a spiritual journey with great physical benefits. That statement could not be more true for me. Praise Him for both.

God wants our everything. It’s all about putting God first. Weight, exercise, body image, and food just happen to be the vehicles that I have grasped onto for control. So now every time I eat, every time I start to feel F A T, every time I start to feel worthless, every time I want to overachieve…I begin to pray, or at least I try. God and I have been chatting a lot these days. I’m thinkin’ of getting us BFF necklaces or somethin’.

I am pretty sure that this is the way our relationship is supposed to be. If my lifelong struggle in this area brings me into deeper relationship with Him. Then lets just say Praise God and continue to move forward.

I have been very open about my journey in this area and it has been nothing short of inspiring to me to see the number of people who have contacted me and said that they understand EXACTLY what I am going through. I have struggled for 34 days with not wanting to write this particular post. This post hits into the uncomfortable stage for me. Big time. I actually had decided to keep all this part to myself because really while blogging is all fun and good and everything there is a point right? Then I read this:

“You have stories. All of you. So many of you have written and told me your stories. Your heartache. Your triumphs. The pages of your book. Tell them. Tell your stories. There are a lot more books to be written, and so many of you have it in you. Let’s change the world, okay? Let’s turn pain into beauty, let’s celebrate humor and love and inspiration. Let’s share the things that make us come alive, and let’s listen when others are sharing theirs. Let’s jump in streets.” ~ Kelle Hampton.

*For more context, read her whole post here"

So, I decided to embrace the exposed, and the awkward, and the vulnerable cuz that’s how I’m gonna roll. There is beauty in frailty. It’s healing.

The goal is at the end of every day, I can lay my head on the pillow and say…”I was faithful to what God asked me to do in the area of my health.”

I will continue to learn to leave the rest up to Him.

That’s the way its supposed to be.

and with a pounding heart I will hit publish….

 

 

 

My Monday Confessional

I have a story of horror and shame.

I split my pants.

It’s true.

Not just any pants. Yoga Pants. Who does that?

Not just one pair. Two pair. Who does THAT?

So, I have spent a great deal of time pondering this recent atrocity. I have narrowed down the possibilities to one of the following two scenarios.

In spite of my recent health goals, weight loss, and the fact that I have been running on average 15-2o miles a week, amongst my other workout routines…I have managed to balloon into an enormous entity that has ripped a material that was, in fact, created to stretch. I have broken the laws of physics and my inner thighs have ripped lycra.

OR

I have been running at such a warp speed that my pants could not withstand the amazing pressure that my lightening fast running was putting upon them. In a nutshell, my running skills transcend the average pant.

Guess which one I am going to go with?

I own two pairs of black yoga pants. They are my at home mommy uniform and about the most comfy thing on the planet. Now both pairs have holes in the unmentionable area. Sew them? Why yes, I have tried that. They have re ripped. So in fact, if you do the math, I have ripped four pairs of yoga pants. FOUR PAIRS.

Upon discovering the RE RIP in my current pair of yoga pants I was minutes away from leaving the house to go on a date with my 7 year old. I had forty minutes to go and I needed to cut my 11 year old’s hair, iron 7 shirts, feed the kids dinner, get myself ready, and leap a tall building in a single bound. I accomplished it all and as I was about to throw on another pair of pants, I discovered I didn’t have another pair of pants because every single one of them was in the washer. Big problem because now I was left with just fancier clothes and I should have washed my hair but didn’t, so a hat was a necessity. My hats are not fancy clothes matching hats. So, there I was. I could put on fancy clothes with a casual hat and no make up, or wear my ripped pants and pray that I have no need to do a toe touch or the splits while on a date with my daughter.

I had no time to put on make up, actually do my hair, or better yet sew my pants, because eldest daughter had choir beginning in just 18 minutes and we live 15 minutes away. Fortunately, my other daughters choice of a date was to go to Target and spend her Valentines day $5 gift from her grandma and have a pizza at the snack bar. I decided to chance it and wear the pants.

I am pretty sure that no one noticed the rip in my pants. My daughter is so stinkin’ adorable. She dressed up for our date…all on her own, complete with her fancy tutu ish skirt.

Ahhhh motherhood, don’t you just love it????

ONE SHOULD NEVER TAKE YOURSELF TOO SERIOUSLY.

Confession is good for the soul. Join me.

Anyone have any embarrassing episodes you are willing to share?

 

 

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Perseverance

“Perseverance is the hard work you do after you get tired of doing the hard work you already did. “

~Newt Gingrich

“Difficult things take a long time, impossible things a little longer. “

~André A. Jackson

“Thankfully, perseverance is a good substitute for talent.”

— Steve Martin

I achieved a huge personal milestone this morning. I finished the couch to 10k program.

My longest distance to date is 7.1 miles.

I can not help but wonder how many miles I have run since October, when I began running. When I started, my first 60 second stretch felt like an eternity. I am not even sure at the end of those “runs” you could qualify what I was doing actually running. There was some up and down movement that did resemble a trot, so I suppose it did count. Today my run, at 40 minutes, had me wondering why the last run of the program was so short.

I can run now AND talk at the exact same time. I am no longer gasping for air as if my very life is dependent on the breath I am elusively trying to find. I may have or have not even belted out a few bars of Beyonce WHILE running.

 I love progress.

I have developed a love of running that has surprised me. I am not even sure why I like it, let alone love it. I mean in reality it isn’t even fun. It can hurt and its hard. However, somehow it carries over into my day to day and makes me realize that I am strong. I can do. I can accomplish.

Fresh air, loud music, the pavement, and the words of Jillian always in the back of my mind. “Unless you puke, faint, or die, keep going.” A somewhat crass life mantra.

One of the best quotes on Pinterest lately is

“If you still look cute at the end of a work out, you didn’t train hard enough.”

Well I think it is safe to say…..I. Trained. Hard. Enough.

I mean why does my hair resemble the top of a loaf of Home Pride bread? Honestly.

What’s next? Why a half marathon, of course. It’s in July. Its a moonlight run and everyone who finishes gets a glow in the dark medal. I mean, if that isn’t incentive enough to train, I just don’t know what is.

Despite my phobia of being in front of the camera, the hugeness of this milestone today had to be documented and shared.

Both after my last steps and my grand entrance home which was immediately followed by my grand flop on my bed.

I can do all things because Christ gives me the strength.

Philippians 4:13

Progress.

The last week of the year tends to bring about reflection on the past and planning for the future. This past year, I have so much to celebrate, especially regarding my health.

I have lost 60 pounds since the birth of my fourth child, 13 months ago.

I have had no caffeine what so ever since the beginning of June 2011. (Used to be multiple 44 oz. diet cokes a day)

I have had fast food only 5 or so times since the beginning of June 2011. (Used to be 4-5 times a week at least)

I have gone a 13 week period with no sugar.

I have gone a 3 week period with no soda.

I have run a 5k.

I have run the distance of a 10k.

I have exercised 4-6 times a week since May.

I have considerably upped my intake of water and protein.

I take vitamins.

I eat vegetables.

I eat breakfast.

I am virtually unrecognizable!  O.k. that may be a bit dramatic. BUT I am proud of myself. I am grateful to God for the changes going on in that area of my life.

I have been on a lifelong battle with my body and food. I have written about it before. I have done it all and tried it all. I was searching for peace, not thinness. I had thinness before. Without peace it meant nothing.

Made to Crave has been a way God has spoken to the deepest part of my heart about some control issues I face. It is painful letting go. It is beautiful letting go. It is peaceful letting go.

“We were meant for more.” Lysa Terkeurst. God does not want us at war within our selves. “WE WERE MEANT FOR MORE.”

THERE ARE NO QUICK FIXES

FOOD IS A GOOD THING {a new concept for me}.

I have not thrown out the scale because a scale is a good tool. I have made peace with the scale because what it tells me does not define me.

Calories in vs. Calories burned. This is the deal right here. Dotfit.com is what I use to help me track and understand this relationship. I purchased the exerspy. I received it for my 40th birthday. Best. Gift. Ever. This takes the guess work out of everything. You follow what it says and you have success. That simple. Not a gimmick. Teaches you how God created our bodies.

Finally, for the first time in my life my goals and my actions are actually lining up. It’s great. I feel great.

This year, I have 27 more pounds to lose. It will happen.

I am running a 10k on Feb. 5th.

I am running a half marathon on July 14th.

Did I mention, I used to hate to run? Well actually, I guess I really didn’t know that I hated to run because I never ran. I never ran because I hated it. Now that that is clear….

I am going to continue to learn to improve my family’s healthy eating. Continue learning new recipes. Continue NOT going to fast food. While I am on that subject I have a little story to tell you….

I LOVE me some fast food. Well, I used to love me some fast food. I didn’t go order 5 Big Macs or 6 fries or anything of that nature. However, I will tell you that I LOVE a plain cheeseburger and a small fry from McDonalds. So I would take the cheeseburger, take the top bun off and place all the fries on top of the meat. Add catsup and a little salt and replace the bun. Heaven. The other day I was out shopping for Christmas. I hadn’t had lunch that day, or a cheeseburger in 7 months, so I decided to have one. I drove through and was actually looking forward to eating it. I got it all ready and guess what? IT TASTED LIKE CRAP. and I mean CRAP. I have to admit I ate 3 or 4 more bites thinking I MUST be losing my mind. NOPE. STILL CRAP.

HALLELUJAH. I am cured!

Taste buds do change, my friends. This is not coming from some healthy gened, naturally, thin type who thinks a Nutri Grain bar is a candy bar. I am telling you, it is possible. Break up with crappy food. Just do it. Eat real food. It tastes better.

I don’t even miss fast food. NOT. ONE. BIT.  

The End.

When I lose 15 more pounds I am going Rock Climbing. I might even post pictures.

When I reach my goal weight I am going parasailing over Lake Tahoe. I have been talking about that for a couple years. I am doing it this SUMMER.

My energy is way up.

I feel pretty amazing.

I still have bad moments and I hate the scale moments and fat days and the like. However, they are fewer and farer between then I would have ever dared hope.

I take the failures with the successes.

I listen to the positive people around me who speak encouragement and positive things…silencing the negative tapes that live on repeat in my head.

I pray daily surrender in all areas of my life to Jesus.

It’s a lifelong process. I will live dependent on my Jesus…..for everything. The little, the big. The visible, and probably more important the invisible.

He wants all of it, my friends. Every last bit.

FIND YOUR STRONG!!!

 

 

 

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