My new obsession is the guts of the roll up recipe I posted earlier this week. I've turned it into a dip that's good for raw veg or crackers/pretzels/pita chips.
This makes a big batch. And, this is completely customizable. My measurements are approximations, since I never actually measure. Just do what you like. But careful ... it's addicting.
Veg Dip
1 8-oz. non-fat or 1/3 less fat cream cheese, at room temp or nuke it until it stirs smooth with no lumps
1 16-oz. tub non-fat or low-fat sour cream
1 pkg. dry Ranch dressing mix
1/2 medium red onion, finely chopped
1 cup of red/green/yellow/orange peppers, finely chopped
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Friday, December 16, 2011
I Want to Try Rock Climbing
There used to be a rock climbing place in Whitewater. Jim and I took Kati one time, years ago. They both loved it.
I didn't try it ... because I was too afraid there was a weight limit and that I exceeded it. I also knew that even if I wasn't too big for the harness thing, I certainly wouldn't have had the strength or agility to actually climb.
Jim and I drove through Whitewater today and we did a "remember when ..."
And now I can't get it out of my head. I want to try it.
I think a trip to Madison or Rockford where there's a climbing gym might be on the agenda sometime soon.
There's something so satisfying in knowing I can just go try stuff like this now. I get the same kind of feeling when I walk into a store and I know that everything in the whole place will fit me.
I dig it.
I didn't try it ... because I was too afraid there was a weight limit and that I exceeded it. I also knew that even if I wasn't too big for the harness thing, I certainly wouldn't have had the strength or agility to actually climb.
Jim and I drove through Whitewater today and we did a "remember when ..."
And now I can't get it out of my head. I want to try it.
I think a trip to Madison or Rockford where there's a climbing gym might be on the agenda sometime soon.
There's something so satisfying in knowing I can just go try stuff like this now. I get the same kind of feeling when I walk into a store and I know that everything in the whole place will fit me.
I dig it.
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
The Voices in Your Head
Do you ever pay attention to the voices in your head? What I mean is, do you ever sort of step outside of your body and think about or evaluate what that inner dialogue is?
The truth is we all "talk to ourselves" all the time. The thoughts swirling around in our heads build our identity of ourselves.
But because we don't really pay attention to them, we sometimes aren't aware when they're doing us some damage. Nor do we realize that we can change them.
Does that make sense? When I was bigger, those thoughts inside my head were not so great. Here's an example.
When I got on an elevator with a bunch of people, I'd immediately think, "Boy, I'm the biggest person on this elevator. I wonder if I'm breathing too loud and if people are thinking, 'Boy, the fat girl breathes really loud.' I bet they don't know that I'm someone's boss. They probably think I'm a temp. My clothes aren't as cute as hers. They don't make cute clothes like that in my size."
Or in the beginning of this journey, I'd wake up in the morning with the intent of working out and those same voices would start in, "I'm so tired! Today is going to suck; back-to-back meetings and it's going to be a long day. I could use the extra hour of sleep. I can always work out when I get home tonight. Or I could skip it and hit it hard tomorrow. It's not like you're actually going to lose any weight anyway. You've been at this for two weeks and nothing has really happened. And even if you do lose five pounds, who's going to notice that? You have 100 to lose ... five pounds won't even matter."
You get the picture.
The more the dialogue put me down, the worse I felt about me. It becomes such a habit and normal, that you don't even realize you're doing it.
The dialogue is different now ... partly because I choose to make it different. I literally talk myself into thinking the RIGHT stuff.
"Do the right things often enough and good things will happen. The workout is the reward ... it's you doing something good for you ... not a punishment. You deserve to treat yourself well. You don't really want that cookie. It doesn't do a single good thing for you. Eat all you want, just eat good stuff. Think of how good it's going to feel five pounds from here."
Think about what you think about. Write it down for a while so you can evaluate it objectively. If you need to change it, practice changing it.
If you can get your head in the right place, I promise your body will follow.
The truth is we all "talk to ourselves" all the time. The thoughts swirling around in our heads build our identity of ourselves.
But because we don't really pay attention to them, we sometimes aren't aware when they're doing us some damage. Nor do we realize that we can change them.
Does that make sense? When I was bigger, those thoughts inside my head were not so great. Here's an example.
When I got on an elevator with a bunch of people, I'd immediately think, "Boy, I'm the biggest person on this elevator. I wonder if I'm breathing too loud and if people are thinking, 'Boy, the fat girl breathes really loud.' I bet they don't know that I'm someone's boss. They probably think I'm a temp. My clothes aren't as cute as hers. They don't make cute clothes like that in my size."
Or in the beginning of this journey, I'd wake up in the morning with the intent of working out and those same voices would start in, "I'm so tired! Today is going to suck; back-to-back meetings and it's going to be a long day. I could use the extra hour of sleep. I can always work out when I get home tonight. Or I could skip it and hit it hard tomorrow. It's not like you're actually going to lose any weight anyway. You've been at this for two weeks and nothing has really happened. And even if you do lose five pounds, who's going to notice that? You have 100 to lose ... five pounds won't even matter."
You get the picture.
The more the dialogue put me down, the worse I felt about me. It becomes such a habit and normal, that you don't even realize you're doing it.
The dialogue is different now ... partly because I choose to make it different. I literally talk myself into thinking the RIGHT stuff.
"Do the right things often enough and good things will happen. The workout is the reward ... it's you doing something good for you ... not a punishment. You deserve to treat yourself well. You don't really want that cookie. It doesn't do a single good thing for you. Eat all you want, just eat good stuff. Think of how good it's going to feel five pounds from here."
Think about what you think about. Write it down for a while so you can evaluate it objectively. If you need to change it, practice changing it.
If you can get your head in the right place, I promise your body will follow.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
My Pants are Too Tight
The tipping point.
I've been doing a little experimenting and I think I found what I was looking for. Or not looking for, I guess.
I have learned that Friday fish fry, Saturday pizza, Sunday Christmas party snacks and holiday baking is just too much eating for one stretch of a few days.
I have learned that shorter workouts on Friday, Saturday and Sunday with no workout on Monday and Tuesday is not enough for one stretch of a few days.
Did I mention alcohol, chocolate, ham roll-ups and homemade ice cream cake? Oh, and cheesy rice broccoli casserole and scalloped potatoes and ham?
This morning, the scale was up five pounds from the last time I weighed in.
And my pants were too damn tight. Uncomfortable.
So it was back on program today.
Someday I'm going to get tired of losing these same five pounds over and over again and I'll put them to rest once and for all.
I've been doing a little experimenting and I think I found what I was looking for. Or not looking for, I guess.
I have learned that Friday fish fry, Saturday pizza, Sunday Christmas party snacks and holiday baking is just too much eating for one stretch of a few days.
I have learned that shorter workouts on Friday, Saturday and Sunday with no workout on Monday and Tuesday is not enough for one stretch of a few days.
Did I mention alcohol, chocolate, ham roll-ups and homemade ice cream cake? Oh, and cheesy rice broccoli casserole and scalloped potatoes and ham?
This morning, the scale was up five pounds from the last time I weighed in.
And my pants were too damn tight. Uncomfortable.
So it was back on program today.
Someday I'm going to get tired of losing these same five pounds over and over again and I'll put them to rest once and for all.
Monday, December 12, 2011
It's a Cycle
Eat well. Get energy. Exercise well. Feel better. Eat better ... and it starts all over again. Building to a better you.
Eat badly. No energy. Exercise is harder. Feel worse. Cheat eat ... and it spirals downhill.
Make it all work for you. The right way.
Eat badly. No energy. Exercise is harder. Feel worse. Cheat eat ... and it spirals downhill.
Make it all work for you. The right way.
Sunday, December 11, 2011
On a Holiday Roll
We're hot and heavy into the holiday season and the get-togethers are coming fast and furious. My plan is always to take some munchies I love and know aren't horrible for me. I wish I had a dollar for every time in my life I've made these.
Tortilla Roll-Ups
2 8 oz. packages low-fat or fat-free cream cheese at room temp (or nuke them until there's no lumps when you stir)
2 big tablespoons full of fat-free sour cream
1/2 to 1 package dry Ranch dressing mix
1/2 big green pepper, finely chopped
1/2 big red pepper, finely chopped
1/2 big yellow or orange pepper, finely chopped
1/2 medium red onion, finely chopped
1 cup reduced-fat shredded orange cheese (Cheddar or whatever you can find)
Mix the cream cheese, sour cream and dressing mix together. Add in the chopped veg and cheese. Spread an even layer on a tortilla. Roll up the tortilla. Then wrap the rolled up tortilla in a piece of wax paper, twisting the ends tight, like a Tootsie Roll. Repeat until all the cream cheese mixture is gone. (Sometimes I use the whole package of eight tortillas, sometimes I need an extra and sometimes I only use seven ... depends on how much veg, etc. As you can see, my measurements aren't exact.)
Let the wax-paper wrapped tortillas sort of set up in the fridge for at least an hour or so. They're easier to cut that way. Once the cream cheese is sort of hard again, unwrap each roll and cut into 1" pieces. Feel free to substitute any veg you like. And you could put in ham or turkey. But you don't really need it.
Tortilla Roll-Ups
2 8 oz. packages low-fat or fat-free cream cheese at room temp (or nuke them until there's no lumps when you stir)
2 big tablespoons full of fat-free sour cream
1/2 to 1 package dry Ranch dressing mix
1/2 big green pepper, finely chopped
1/2 big red pepper, finely chopped
1/2 big yellow or orange pepper, finely chopped
1/2 medium red onion, finely chopped
1 cup reduced-fat shredded orange cheese (Cheddar or whatever you can find)
Mix the cream cheese, sour cream and dressing mix together. Add in the chopped veg and cheese. Spread an even layer on a tortilla. Roll up the tortilla. Then wrap the rolled up tortilla in a piece of wax paper, twisting the ends tight, like a Tootsie Roll. Repeat until all the cream cheese mixture is gone. (Sometimes I use the whole package of eight tortillas, sometimes I need an extra and sometimes I only use seven ... depends on how much veg, etc. As you can see, my measurements aren't exact.)
Let the wax-paper wrapped tortillas sort of set up in the fridge for at least an hour or so. They're easier to cut that way. Once the cream cheese is sort of hard again, unwrap each roll and cut into 1" pieces. Feel free to substitute any veg you like. And you could put in ham or turkey. But you don't really need it.
Saturday, December 10, 2011
My Better Half?
We ran out for Friday fish fry with my mom to one of those typically and perfectly Wisconsin kind of joints. You know the type ... converted house, low ceilings, beer signs on the walls, lots of fried cod and friendly, on-site owners working behind the bar. Where everyone knows your name. Or at least they know your face.
Jim and I hadn't been there in a long time. If I had to guess, it was more than 9 months or so. Maybe a year. We ordered a drink and started looking at the menu. The place was pretty busy, and we were chatting. Ordered drink #2.
At this point, Mrs. Owner (I honestly don't know her name) comes over, looks directly at me and says, "Where's your other half?"
I'm confused. Jim is sitting next to my mom. And yes, we're missing my dad ... but surely she doesn't think Jim and my mom are together and I'm missing my husband?
I start to point at Jim. "He's right there."
"No," she says. "The other half of you. Where is the other half of you?"
I feel the blood rushing to my face. "Oh, THAT," I say.
"She's gone."
Jim and I hadn't been there in a long time. If I had to guess, it was more than 9 months or so. Maybe a year. We ordered a drink and started looking at the menu. The place was pretty busy, and we were chatting. Ordered drink #2.
At this point, Mrs. Owner (I honestly don't know her name) comes over, looks directly at me and says, "Where's your other half?"
I'm confused. Jim is sitting next to my mom. And yes, we're missing my dad ... but surely she doesn't think Jim and my mom are together and I'm missing my husband?
I start to point at Jim. "He's right there."
"No," she says. "The other half of you. Where is the other half of you?"
I feel the blood rushing to my face. "Oh, THAT," I say.
"She's gone."
Friday, December 9, 2011
Feel Free to Eavesdrop ...
(IM Transcript)
GAF: I forgot to tell you my big news. I ran 3 miles without stopping.
ME: HOLY SCHMOLEY!!!!!!!! YAYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!! That's so FREAKING awesome!!!!!! Best news I heard all day.
GAF: I was excited. I was SLOW! It was on Wed. Cold outside. But the trails block a lot of the wind.
ME: Who freaking cares about slow?
GAF: I don't.
ME: Amen! Good for you!
GAF: Thank you.
ME: You have been bitten by the bug, haven't you?
GAF: Yeh. Lately, I've been on a roll. Good roll.
ME: Isn't it intoxicating?
GAF: 93 days til my half. So I'm making it a priority.
ME: Isn't it empowering?
GAF: Yes it is.
ME: Isn't it fantastic to feel so proud of yourself?
GAF: It is. I've been eating better and that has helped too. Scale hasn't moved much.....but I feel better too.
ME: YOU did it!!!!! YOU made it happen. That's so cool!
GAF: Right.
ME: The scale will follow. It's a simple byproduct of hard work.
GAF: I know it will. Next goal is 3.5 miles without stopping.
ME: I am sooo excited right now!
GAF: Thank you!!!!
ME: Yay!Yay!Yay! Can I blog it? LOL
GAF: Of course.
ME: You rock.
GAF: Thanks.
ME: Don't you just want to tell everyone? I love walking around with that little secret ... I ran today. I did something good for me today. I feel good today.
GAF: I did tell quite a few people....and my legs were pretty stiff so I was walking funny......so then I got to tell more people why I was walking funny.
ME: YEE HA!!!!!
GAF: Now get to work so you can leave!
ME: Oh, OK. You side-tracked me. Now my day is better.
GAF: And thanks for being a great inspiration!
ME: I told you ... I am using YOU as inspiration! (I only ran 2 miles today. And none yesterday. You kicked my ass.)
ME: We'll take turns inspiring each other.
GAF: Deal!
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Recipe Makeover Contest
I ate this hideous salad over the weekend. And it was so freaking good.
Frito Corn Salad
2 cans yellow kernel corn , drained
1/2 red bell pepper , sliced and chopped
1/2 green bell pepper , sliced and chopped
1/2 purple onion , chopped
1 cup mayonnaise
1 cup shredded cheddar cheese
5 ounces of chili cheese flavor Frito corn chips
Mix all the ingredients except the chips. Add the chips in before serving otherwise the chips will get soggy. Red peppers are expensive so you can just use green instead.
The recipe sounds awful, doesn't it? The mere thought of ingesting Fritos and mayonnaise and corn is just so wrong. There are essentially no redeeming qualities at all ... the sparse veg doesn't save it.
But it really was good.
Any suggestions for how to fix it? I think I'm going to try a mixture of non-fat sour cream and/or yogurt with a smidge of non-fat cream cheese? I don't think just switching it up to light mayo and reduced fat cheese is enough.
So when all else fails, small portions, I guess.
Frito Corn Salad
2 cans yellow kernel corn , drained
1/2 red bell pepper , sliced and chopped
1/2 green bell pepper , sliced and chopped
1/2 purple onion , chopped
1 cup mayonnaise
1 cup shredded cheddar cheese
5 ounces of chili cheese flavor Frito corn chips
Mix all the ingredients except the chips. Add the chips in before serving otherwise the chips will get soggy. Red peppers are expensive so you can just use green instead.
The recipe sounds awful, doesn't it? The mere thought of ingesting Fritos and mayonnaise and corn is just so wrong. There are essentially no redeeming qualities at all ... the sparse veg doesn't save it.
But it really was good.
Any suggestions for how to fix it? I think I'm going to try a mixture of non-fat sour cream and/or yogurt with a smidge of non-fat cream cheese? I don't think just switching it up to light mayo and reduced fat cheese is enough.
So when all else fails, small portions, I guess.
Oh No! BO in CO!
I must say, the fitness center at the Denver Marriott Tech Center is peaches! More than a half dozen treadmills, another six or so ellipticals, bikes, weights ... and cold towels in a little fridge. Plus, open 24 hours!
In fact, by 5:40 a.m. yesterday, there was hardly an empty seat.
I was flanked by two gentlemen, one walker who kept jumping off his treadmill to take stretch breaks and one sort of granola, tree-hugging looking younger dude.
One of them smelled bad.
Guess that's another reason to run outside. Or alone in your basement ... even if that sounds sort of lonely sometimes.
And yes, I "discount double-checked" my own sweat-producing places when I got upstairs to make sure it wasn't me.
It wasn't.
In fact, by 5:40 a.m. yesterday, there was hardly an empty seat.
I was flanked by two gentlemen, one walker who kept jumping off his treadmill to take stretch breaks and one sort of granola, tree-hugging looking younger dude.
One of them smelled bad.
Guess that's another reason to run outside. Or alone in your basement ... even if that sounds sort of lonely sometimes.
And yes, I "discount double-checked" my own sweat-producing places when I got upstairs to make sure it wasn't me.
It wasn't.
Monday, December 5, 2011
Checking Out Strange Women
I have a new habit. And it's kind of inappropriate.
I find myself constantly checking out strange women.
I'm still trying to figure out what I look like and what size I am. So I'm always sizing up the woman in front of me on the jetway. And the woman examining the grapes in the produce aisle. And the woman on the elevator. And the woman bending over the baby stroller.
I'm sort of obsessed.
And hoping I don't get busted as I stare at some woman's butt for much too long.
I find myself constantly checking out strange women.
I'm still trying to figure out what I look like and what size I am. So I'm always sizing up the woman in front of me on the jetway. And the woman examining the grapes in the produce aisle. And the woman on the elevator. And the woman bending over the baby stroller.
I'm sort of obsessed.
And hoping I don't get busted as I stare at some woman's butt for much too long.
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Gravel Road Metaphors
I had two great gravel road runs this weekend. My particular gravel road was of the one-and-a-half-lane-wide variety. It was also hilly, with a .75 mile steady climb and had just been grated ... which means there were lots of loose stones. All of this made for some great metaphors.
1. When the hill is long and the footing is shaky, keep your eyes on the road right in front of you and put one foot in front of the other. The distance will take care of itself.
2. The hill and you are the only two who will know whether you ran all the way up or not. The hill doesn't care one way or the other. But you will always know if you quit on yourself.
3. The downhill sections are the reward for the uphill ... or so it seems at first. The truth is the downhills can be harder because you're trying hard to not lose focus and slip on some loose gravel and fall on your butt when you're not paying attention.
4. The uphills make the run. Conquering them makes YOU.
5. When the going is smooth, pick your eyes up from the road immediately in front of you and trust your feet to take care of the present. Use that time to assess what's to come and to get your head ready to tackle it.
6. Stand up straighter and run a little faster when a car passes you ... and don't get pissed that they're there. Use the opportunity to look good and improve your time/form/run in the process. (This metaphor is about bosses, in case you didn't get it.)
7. Enjoy today's run. It might rain tomorrow.
1. When the hill is long and the footing is shaky, keep your eyes on the road right in front of you and put one foot in front of the other. The distance will take care of itself.
2. The hill and you are the only two who will know whether you ran all the way up or not. The hill doesn't care one way or the other. But you will always know if you quit on yourself.
3. The downhill sections are the reward for the uphill ... or so it seems at first. The truth is the downhills can be harder because you're trying hard to not lose focus and slip on some loose gravel and fall on your butt when you're not paying attention.
4. The uphills make the run. Conquering them makes YOU.
5. When the going is smooth, pick your eyes up from the road immediately in front of you and trust your feet to take care of the present. Use that time to assess what's to come and to get your head ready to tackle it.
6. Stand up straighter and run a little faster when a car passes you ... and don't get pissed that they're there. Use the opportunity to look good and improve your time/form/run in the process. (This metaphor is about bosses, in case you didn't get it.)
7. Enjoy today's run. It might rain tomorrow.
Saturday, December 3, 2011
Today, I Caused a Stampede
Note to self:
Never approach a herd of cattle with your hot pink running shirt tied around your waist.
There's something "matador-ish" about this that can wreak havoc.
I am happy to report the stampede was short-lived and resulted in no broken fences.
Never approach a herd of cattle with your hot pink running shirt tied around your waist.
There's something "matador-ish" about this that can wreak havoc.
I am happy to report the stampede was short-lived and resulted in no broken fences.
Friday, December 2, 2011
Ozarks vs. Ocean
Today was an odd workout day.
Jim and I left last night to get a few hours of driving under our belt for the 8-hour trip to southern Missouri to visit my in-laws. We stopped after 10 p.m. to catch a few winks at my favorite ... The Hampton Inn. The plan was to wake up early, hit the hotel fitness center, get my workout in and get back on the road.
But I didn't make it to the fitness center. Too tired.
So, about 2 miles from my in-laws' house, I asked Jim to drop me off, so I could run the rest of the way. He, of course, rolled his eyes and obliged me.
As I cruised past the house to sneak in another mile or so, I was comparing my surroundings from this mini vacation with that of my last vacation.
While the ocean is very nice, this picturesque, winding gravel road in the Ozarks was very nice, too. I wasn't passed by a single car. The road was hilly, giving me a little extra challenge. The cattles in the pastures on both sides of the road couldn't have cared less that I was there. And I even kicked up three white-tail deer in the process.
Not crashing waves and salty air and gorgeous sunshine. But still very nice.
I'm looking forward to hitting it again tomorrow.
Jim and I left last night to get a few hours of driving under our belt for the 8-hour trip to southern Missouri to visit my in-laws. We stopped after 10 p.m. to catch a few winks at my favorite ... The Hampton Inn. The plan was to wake up early, hit the hotel fitness center, get my workout in and get back on the road.
But I didn't make it to the fitness center. Too tired.
So, about 2 miles from my in-laws' house, I asked Jim to drop me off, so I could run the rest of the way. He, of course, rolled his eyes and obliged me.
As I cruised past the house to sneak in another mile or so, I was comparing my surroundings from this mini vacation with that of my last vacation.
While the ocean is very nice, this picturesque, winding gravel road in the Ozarks was very nice, too. I wasn't passed by a single car. The road was hilly, giving me a little extra challenge. The cattles in the pastures on both sides of the road couldn't have cared less that I was there. And I even kicked up three white-tail deer in the process.
Not crashing waves and salty air and gorgeous sunshine. But still very nice.
I'm looking forward to hitting it again tomorrow.
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Inspired
Did you see GaryAllanFan's comments on the Shout Out post? Well, she got me.
I was able to run this morning and planned on stopping after three miles. But then I remembered her achievement and said to myself, "If GAF can tough it out, I can, too."
And I ran one more mile.
Grab inspiration wherever you can find it. And thank you, GAF, for motivating me this morning. I needed it.
I was able to run this morning and planned on stopping after three miles. But then I remembered her achievement and said to myself, "If GAF can tough it out, I can, too."
And I ran one more mile.
Grab inspiration wherever you can find it. And thank you, GAF, for motivating me this morning. I needed it.
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