Just ignore this post, I needed a url for a photo.
Just ignore this post, I needed a url for a photo.
A lesson is repeated until it is learned. I heard that from my mom about a million or so years ago and it’s always stuck with me. Especially in times of frustration when I feel like the same things keep happening over and over again and I can’t figure out why, that little eight word sentence pops into my mind and I’m reminded that maybe the same thing is happening over and over again because I don’t ‘get it’ yet.
Back on December 30th, I decided to detox from my Christmas Binge Extravaganza and do a Whole 30. The purpose of my involvement at that time was to try and detoxify all the chemicals and sugar and inflammatory foods out of my body that I had willingly (and joyfully, no shame!) jammed in there over a month. At the time I was also running about 2.5miles every second day in an effort to get ready for a big run (5K) that my sister and wanted to do (and did). I took a before picture as per usual and then took the after picture. Now, here’s where the lesson returns with a vengeance. That after picture… I was dressed in my yoga pants and my favorite hot pink tight fitting yoga top. Looking back on that photo four months (and a considerable amount of stress later), I’m very proud of the girl that stood there. The problem is that that girl didn’t appreciate the results of the hard work and dedication that it took to get her there. And that’s the lesson. I’ve seen pictures from when I was much younger and I was told (and believed) that I was an overweight cow and should be on a perpetual diet. To put that overweight cow in perspective, I was a size 8/10. For 5’10 that’s a pretty healthy, in shape size. In the photos from then and from January, all I could see at the time were the flaws. A roll of belly fat here, an arm that ‘seemed’ too fluffy there… a poor angled photo that implied a double chin or some other ‘ghastly’ flaw.
What do I see when I look at those photos now? Wasted opportunity. I see wasted opportunity to be loving and compassionate to myself. I see wasted opportunity to be proud of myself and confident that I am worthy of wearing shorts and tight fitting tanks.
The reason that this is coming up is because I’m frustrated with the body shape progress I’m making in my current Whole 40. I’m looking at the pictures from January, where I was much slimmer than I am now (truth be told… it’s not MUCH… it’s some) and wishing I would have appreciated the place I was. I’m looking at those pictures KNOWING that I didn’t see the progress and didn’t see the victories.
I actually believe that my stalled progress (if it’s even stalled… it’s only been 15 days) is BECAUSE of my current obsession with photographing myself and then comparing it to January. Stress like that can make you hold on to fat and adipose tissue. It can keep you inflamed and puffy. I’m sure there’s science behind that to back up the statement but I’m not about to go look it up. I’ve read it before, I know it’s true.
So my next 15 days (the duration of a standard W30) will be dedicated to appreciating where I am exactly in the moments that I am there. I really want to work on appreciating that the reason that I have puffed during Puffer Fish Week is because I am a health and presumably fertile woman. I want to appreciate that the size of my quads makes easier work of propelling myself home on foot 3 days a week. (dudes, at the end of today, I’ll have logged 60KM in 15 days!) I want to appreciate that my favorite hot pink tanktop fits, looks good and makes me feel powerful as I motor down the street. It’s really hard in this day and age of exceptionally high beauty standards for women (even for those of us that know that health is first and foremost) to appreciate your current place. I always say that if someone is working toward making themselves healthier, then I will give them all the kudos in the world because they deserve it. So why then, would I not give myself that same appreciation.
I don’t know what this next 15 days looks like in terms of actual measurable success, because it’s pretty hard to measure appreciation. I do think that it’s reasonable to not take another body selfie to compare to January until at least the 30th day. Right now I’m comparing a 30 day accomplishment to a 15 day accomplishment… how insane is that!!!
If anyone else out there is doing a Whole30, rock on with your bad self! You’re (we are) doing something that presumably 99.9% of the regular everyday people around you (us) wouldn’t attempt. That’s huge!
Good morning Day 11!!
I’m over a ¼ of the way through my W40 today and feel fantastic!
One of the things that is making me feel fantastic is my current obsession with Pork Bone Broth! I’ve been making it for about five or six weeks now and I think I’ve officially become an addict. (and also perfected my method!)I drink 500ml of it every morning before breakfast and I’m starting to see and feel real benefits.
First off, the mental reward is very important to me. It actually feels like a big cheat to get to drink it every day because it tastes so decadent that my mind is tricked into thinking it’s a treat. It’s also mentally empowering to know that I’m consuming something that is so good for me and completely pure. I use organic, pork bones from my ethical butcher, so I know I’m getting good wholesome nutrients. When I drink it, I visualize my body’s cells celebrating and becoming stronger and healthier. That might sound stupid… but visualization is actually scientifically proven… I think… or whatever 😉
The second reward is that my hair, skin and nails are incredibly healthy right now. My nails are growing strong and like wild fire and are not splitting at the sides like they normally do. My hair is springy and strong and also growing like wildfire and the most incredible part of all, which I am attributing to the bone broth… my hairline is changing! I have a bit of a receding hair line shape and I’ve always hated it… Just yesterday I noticed that in the two receding parts on either side of my bangs, there’s thick new growth. It’s about an inch long already and already thick enough to change the shape of my hairline to a more attractive (to me) shape.
Maybe my healthy hair growth can be attributed to the bone broth or maybe to my generally healthy state right now… I really want to give that point to the bones tho!
Here’s my ‘recipe’ for bone broth if you want to try it yourself!
3 pounds of high quality pork bones and one or two trotters (called ‘hoofies’ in my house)
3 carrots, roughly chopped
½ a bunch of celery, roughly chopped (I just chop the entire thing about halfway down from the top so I get the leaves and greener parts and then I compost the rest because I think celery is disgusting!)
1 med/large yellow onion, roughly chopped (skin removed)
6-8 cloves of garlic, roughly chopped or smashed
2-3 bay leaves
2 dried chili peppers
1 bunch parsley. You can either chop it or just lay it in there like a nice bed for your hoofies
1 bunch thyme
Handful of peppercorns
An amount of salt… I put a generous amount in…. it’s up to you. You can always add more when you consume it.
2-4 tbsp Apple Cider Vinegar (I don’t’ measure, I just dump some in).
Layer all your ingredients in a large crockpot and then fill with water* to cover.Put the lid on that puppy and set it to your low setting. Mine is 10 hours. I reset it a couple times and cook it for about 24 hours.
When it’s done (or you’ve reached your level of patience), strain it through a fine sieve and then place into canning jars. If you want to freeze it, put it in 500ml mason jars with 1” of room left over. Pop into the freezer and let it freeze before you put the lids on. This makes six 500ml mason jars of broth which keep in the fridge for… you guessed it, six days!
*Now… If you’re going to make broth every week like I do, and you are a stingy old miser like me and also want to get the MOST nutrients out of your bones and broth, you can do what the French call Remouillage (which will replace the water for every subsequent bone broth endeavor you make) Basically Remouillage is a fancy word for ‘second batch’ and here’s how it works.
Strain out your amazingly flavorful broth as above and then instead of throwing out the cooked bones and veg, fill the crock back up with water and set to low again for 10-18 (or longer) hours. When that’s done, strain through a fine mesh sieve, let it cool and then freeze it. Next week when you’re ready to make another fresh batch of broth with a fresh batch of bones, defrost your Remouillage and use that liquid in place of the water. Basically you’re going to make your bone broth with bone broth, which is much more nutrient dense (and flavorful) than water.
Remouillage makes me feel like I’ve eeked out every last bit of nutrient from those bones and am making sure the broth I spend valuable time making every week is going to be as healthy and nutrient rich as possible. (and really, it’s no more work to run the crockpot the second time…
So there you have it… a recipe for Pork Bone Broth (which you can do with any other high quality bones as well) that will make you healthy, happy and with a beautifully shaped hairline!
Today marks Day 2 of my Whole40 and the second day I will motor home under my own power.
Nothing is really different from 24 hours ago except that I made a decision… a commitment to myself to do something good for myself. Something I know is successful. Something that I know is not necessarily a cake walk but something I know I can do. I am giddy with excitement knowing how amazing I’m going to feel in 40 days and how proud of myself I will be when I’m done! I know I will feel that I earned that good feeling and there is a sense of euphoria that can only come from choosing to do something outside your own ‘norm’.
Ran/walked home from work yesterday. 7.75KM in 1 hour and 26 SECONDS… dang… My goal in the next three weeks is to take that 26 seconds off. Not a huge goal I know, but this is a ‘marathon’ not a ‘sprint’ and it’s about DOING it, not doing it faster than anyone ever has. It’s about doing it, not talking about it. It’s about just DOING IT!! So today I will go DO it again and get kilometers 8 through 16 under my belt.
Actions speak louder than words. I’m off to go action my future now!
Okay, so I know I haven’t been around much (I can’t even remember the last time I posted)… I’ve had a bit of a rough time… some bad vibes that I won’t get into here but today’s the day that I put a stop to all that… just because bad things happen to good people doesn’t mean that those good people (ME!) have to fall down the rabbit hole of despair! (as a bunny lover you’d think I liked rabbit holes, but no… rabbit holes never hold anything good!).
I’ve decided to put my pride on the line and do a Whole40. It’s exactly 40 days until I set sail on the adventure of a lifetime and I am not interested in going feeling uncomfortable, bloated and not in total control. (sure I know you can’t control everything and I would never even think to try… but you CAN control some things…)
So, today is Day 1 and I pledge 100% compliance, devotion and control for 40 days. I have done much harder things in my life than 40 days of not eating ice cream and drinking wine. (and lets face it… that’s the only two things that are really ever outside of 100% compliance anyway!).
To add motivation to this 40 days, today coincides with the start of our Clean Commuter Challenge at work in which I am a team captain (and I’ve dished a fairly decent amount of smack talk!). It is basically 3 weeks of trying to better your existing commute with cleaner choices. Since I already take transit, the only way for me to better my cleanliness is to walk/run to and from work. Being a sweaty exerciser (and not wanting to get up at 4am) I’m going to continue to take transit to work but I’ve pledged to get home under my own steam at least three days a week. It’s about 8KM one way (first half uphill, second half downhill) and lucky for me, I have weekly massage appointments booked for the next 40 days as well so I should be in fine fighting form the whole time!
Some of the things that I hope to gain from this 40 days, besides weight loss are:
Relief of my almost daily headaches
Less itchy skin
Kick my current obsession over ice cream
Wake up feeling more rested
Log as many kilometers as possible (I’m not setting a goal here)
Eat more vegetables (sometimes I lack)
Fit my denim capris more comfortably
That’s about it for me. My starting weight is 225. Not awful… it’s actually pretty much the same I’ve been for some time but I’m puffy and inflamed 😦 I’m taking the battery out of my scale tonight so I can’t weigh for the full 40 days.
I’ll take before pictures tonight when I get home. I’m not about measurements (the pictures usually speak for themselves and I’ve never been one to track measurements).
If you’re starting your first (or your second, fifth or fiftieth) or want to start one with me, join me! There is LITERALLY no down side!
So back in March I wrote a little goodbye letter to knitting and put all of my toys away… After years of having stitch markers litter the coffee table (and the night stand, and the kitchen counter) and always having something on the needles somewhere, I put everything away… cleaned it all up and out of sight, out of mind.
It was intentional. I felt very strongly that I was using knitting to protect myself from the world, to ensure that I never had to sit alone with my thoughts… to identify with something external so I didn’t have to do work internally.
When I packed it all up back in March, I didn’t know how long it would stay packed up. I’d read of people who used to be prolific knitters… ten or twenty years ago… I knew I didn’t want it to be a decade or more… I knew that wouldn’t happen. But I didn’t put a timeline on it because as with everything I have undertaken to accomplish in the last six months, it was all to be organic and done by feeling… Everything in the last six months has been done to make myself feel good inside… to heal the inside… and I’ve put no timeline on any of it.
Over the last few weeks I’ve been looking at sweater patterns… logging back into the knitting community online and thinking about getting back into knitting when the weather cools down…
Yesterday it rained… hard! And sideways… I know it was sideways because there was a great pool of water on the floor under my windows when I woke up…
After I went for a run, showered, ate, went for another walk and then had a nap, I went to my office/craft/junk/2nd room and pulled out a partially worked on shawl that I bought the yarn for on my Arizona vacation…. Just a month or less before everything fell apart… It had been cast on ages ago and I knit on it off and on… I never really got into it, altho it’s very pretty. Well, since it was already cast on, a simple and mindless pattern and available, it was what I picked up yesterday… And I’m now officially a knitter again! I loved it! It took me one row to get back into being as good and fast as I used to be and I enjoyed every minute of it. In a way that I don’t think I could have if I hadn’t put it away this spring.
I have the yarn and the pattern for the sweater I’m making… Two good friends of mine and I are going to knit sweaters this fall together when it cools off… I’m so looking forward to finally having people to knit with that are good company again!