Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Healthy You Check In - Week 39

Welcome to week 39!


I have a favor to ask of all of you. I posted this a few weeks ago but today is the day when I know that everyone stops by. My friend Heather is walking in the 3 Day Breast Cancer Walk in the Dallas/Ft Worth area in November. I will be mailing a letter full of words of encouragement to her and her friend Amy. Please visit this post and leave a message for me to include in my letter to them. They are walking 60 miles, I think a letter filled with comments from all of you would be a great way to cheer them on.


And now back to your regular HYC check in....



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Monday, September 29, 2008

Baby steps


Have you ever looked at someone who was successful, someone who seemed to have it all and thought “WOW I wish that was me!” Sometimes in life people acquire things the easy way but most of the time they get what they have over time and by continuing to put in the effort to maintain what they have.  Musicians don’t just write a hit song and become famous overnight, they spend time learning to play their instrument, they work on their vocals, they take lessons from people who are more accomplished and then one day it all comes together and they have magic. Actors work at perfecting their techniques, waiting for a lucky break. Then they have so much fame and fortune they can’t go to the store and buy tampons without paparazzi reporting their every move.
A friend of mine who lives in another state recently sent photos of her home and my jaw dropped and I felt a twinge of jealousy. It was beyond my dream home and bigger than I’d ever want but then I stopped for a minute and I remembered why I seldom hear from her. She’s spent the past 20 years working 70 hours a week or more, she has a gorgeous home but no time to enjoy it. Her children are raised by the housekeeper and her husband spends more time out of the country on business than he does at home.  This isn’t the kind of life I want either.  
I’ve come to realize that I want to lose weight but my willingness to work at comes in bursts and stages.  I want weight loss for many reasons. I want to improve my health, live longer and feel comfortable in my own skin. I want to go through a store and actually look for clothes that appeal to me, not just at my size. I want to be at the end result like the famous musician or actor, like my friend with her gorgeous house. I want the end result but what about the part in the middle? What about the work that it takes to get from point a to point b?
I guess what this post comes down to is putting into perspective the work needed to achieve the desired results. What will it take? What am I willing to do and what am I willing to sacrifice? How much time and effort do I have to give it each day? I'm finding it hard to give 100% but surely there must be a middle ground, some sort of compromise. Somewhere along the way I have to lose that all or nothing mentality. There is no magic wand or magic solution but knowing you have to create your own magic each and every day to make this work and to make it keep working and that is only found through dedication and hard work.The magic is conceived, born and nurtured between point a and point b.
So where does that leave me? I wish I could say somewhere in the middle but the truth is, I'm closer to point a right now and I have to make peace with myself.  I have to remind myself that this is a never ending journey and when I get to point b, I'm going to realize there is a point c. But for now, baby steps. 

Friday, September 26, 2008

Good Morning World!

The birds are singing, the sun is shining and Ken is coming home today! It’s a beautiful day! For the past few days we’ve had a break in the weather too. The humidity has been lower and you can actually breathe outside. I put the garbage out last night and didn’t break a sweat. They said that by tomorrow we’ll be back to our normal humidity but oh what a sweet taste of fall.

Today is actually going to be quite busy. I need to tidy the house, I have to call the plumber to fix our outside water thingy which also happens to be where the main water connects to the house…oh yeah, I should mention that it sprung a HUGE leak last night whilst watering the plants and well, I had to turn off the main supply to the house or allow water to gush from it. Hopefully they’ll be able to fix it early in the day so I can still get the laundry done and out of the way. Ken’s flight doesn’t get in until this evening so I'll need to fight Friday rush hour traffic to get to the airport in my sister’s car because my car has a leak in the radiator. Seriously, two leaking things in one week! What’s up with that?

The strange thing about Ken coming home today is that I’ve missed him but it hasn’t been a desperation kind of missing him. I suppose talking on the phone 6 or 7 times a day helped but maybe this is what feeling love and secure in that love is all about. You can be physically apart without feeling apart mentally. I guess it took actually being apart to realize that.  Don’t get me wrong, I can’t wait to wrap my arms around him and give him a huge kiss and as much as I’ve loved sprawling across the bed every night, I’m ready to share again.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

File this under...get a life

Yes I made my dogs Halloween bandannas


Max
Sadie
Closeup view

They always get bandannas when they go to the groomers for a nail trim and ear wash and they love them. I found this fabric recently and with Ken away I decided it would be a good time to pull out the sewing machine and whip these up...of course now I realize they need them for every season and EVERY holiday....yeah I need to get a life, but I'm having fun and clearly they don't seem to mind.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Feeling a bit more human and comments on The Biggest Loser.


Did you watch Biggest Loser last night? Stop reading right now if you haven’t watched yet and skip down to the next paragraph.  The contestants got to cook with Rocco, they are so lucky! They made some great looking dishes and I hope they post the recipes on the site soon. Honestly, there is no way I would have wanted to throw myself down that water slide over and over again. I would have done it for a phone call to Ken but man, that had to hurt after a while. Wow, what an elimination when both teams really needed to be there.  I thought the yellow team should have gone home for being so foolish/greedy but I have to admit, I would have voted off the gray team because they are big guys with a lot to lose and remember how great the brothers did last year? They were both big guys too. They looked fabulous after four months at home; I really hope they keep it up. Great job guys! They all cheered about going to the Grand Canyon but you know all I could think about was how you know they’ll get tortured with all of that hiking! What great exercise in a very scenic place. I’d love to hike in the Grand Canyon some day. 


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Last week was such a whirlwind. Ken went to his interview on Tuesday and was hired on the spot and we spent the rest of the week waiting for paperwork to be completed and getting everything ready for him to take on his trip. With him away I was planning on cooking a few favorites this week but I ended up with a sore throat, chills and a fever that’s wiped out my appetite and every desire to cook. When its 89 degrees outside and your teeth are chattering because you're freezing,  you just might have a fever and running errands probably isn't the smartest thing to do right now. I’m happy to say that my throat no longer feels like 10,000 cats with razor sharp claws are trying to claw their way up it and my fever is gone.  Time for me to start exercising again! If my appetite is back, I’ll whip up something and share the recipe later. 


Last night when Ken called home before bed, I put the phone on speaker and Sadie ran and hid and Max wanted to listen and hear his name but was very suspicious of me and wondered how I put “Daddy” in that little box that was talking at him. After we hung up, they kept waiting for him to come home. Typically he’ll call and say he’s on his way home and they know that pattern. They waited. Every time they heard a car drive down the street, they got excited. When the neighbors pulled up in their drive across the street, Max let out a little yip…he thought Ken had been gone so long he forgot where he lived and went to the wrong house. When they realize he wasn’t going home and that I have him trapped inside of that little box they thought they had better be really nice to me because 1.They don't want me to  leave too 2. Because they can’t reach the treats and I can and 3. So I didn’t put them in that little box like I did Ken. Clearly we need to cuddle up to her and let her scratch our necks and give her slobbery kisses. 
Ken took his laptop and has been reading the blog so I just want to say, I miss you, I love you and I can’t wait til Friday night when you come home and oh yeah, the guppers miss you too. 

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

HYC Tuesday Check In Week 38



Welcome to week 38 and the first week of fall.

A BIG thanks to Cactus Freak and Chubby Chick for bestowing the Encouraging Blog award on to me. They both sited the Healthy You Challenge so I wanted to share this with all of the HYC Challenge group because honestly, without all you, NONE of this would be possible. Its all of you who share your lives and visit each other’s blogs and encourage each other who really make the HYC a success. So a big thanks to Cactus Freak and Chubby Chick and also a big thank you to all of you because each and everyone of you deserve this award for the time you spend encouraging each other.





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Monday, September 22, 2008

Four More Sleeps

Yesterday Ken left for a week of training for his new job. Good vibes that this job is 1. a stable company that won't close their doors in the middle of the night 2. they won't have wide sweeping cutbacks and lay him off and 3. that he's happy here. I've actually lost count of how many jobs he's had over the past four years. You hear about the economy and how bad it is and people losing their jobs, we've been right in the middle of it all for the past three years. Its been a very very rough few years and while I don't dare to be hopeful just yet, I'm cautiously optimistic.

Being apart is strange. We haven’t spent more than 18 hours apart since we were married almost seven years ago. Its been equally difficult on Sadie and Max. I understand that he’s gone away for a few days and when he’ll be back. They don’t understand it. All they know is he is gone and they are pretty sure I’m responsible since he was last seen leaving the house with me yesterday morning with his suitcase.
Ken is the one who plucked them from certain death in the garbage bag in the dumpster nearly three years ago. He is their savior, their hero; he is the FUN one who gives them treats just because they look at him with their cute puppy dog eyes.

This morning I got up, let the puppies out of their dens (crates) and they RAN to the bedroom with the sound of a hundred thundering paws. Their little feet trying to dig into the wood floor, sliding as they went they charged into the bedroom to look for him, from there they RAN to the bathroom and even jumped in the tub to look and make sure I wasn't hiding him in there. I stood patiently at the patio door calling them outside for a potty, they charged past me and I quickly moved my feet out of their way and noted their glace of "oh this is where you're hiding him" and they checked the back yard for him and then they RAN back in to re-inspect the bedroom and the bathroom and then checked the front window, sniffed around the kitchen and then demanded to check in the garage. When they realized he wasn’t there looked up at me as if to say "You're responsible for this aren't you!" They are currently sulking while looking out the front window, certain that he will be home any minute.


No I don't get a greeting like this every morning from them. Yes, they are happy to see me but there is no exhaustive search of the house for me. Its just "oh there she is, do your duty human, scratch between our ears, rub our bellies and how about whipping us up a batch of waffles with a side of sausage, ta" Yes, they were born in America but I sometimes imagine they have English accents like Ken and would say ta (taah) instead of thank you like many English people do but even Ken doesn't demand that I whip him up a batch of waffles, he knows to ask politely.

This week is business as usual for me with a twist. Cooking for one is something I haven’t done in years. I teased Ken and told him I was going to eat spinach, broccoli and cabbage while he was gone. Three vegetables he tolerates…barely but will never eat in as the main ingredient in a dish, all of those “Florentine” dishes that I’ve wanted to try, this is a good week to eat them. I actually feel like I’m coming down with a cold so I’ll probably make soup today and eat it for the rest of the week. Nice and simple, no fuss!
He’ll be back on Friday night; four more nights of dinner without him, four more nights of putting the puppies to bed without him, four more nights of an empty right side of the bed, four more sleeps until he’s back again.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

And then a voice came out of no where and said hello....


I took Max and Sadie with me to the bank. They LOVE going to the bank drive though because they know they get treats from the teller but we hadn't been there in a while. It was quite busy so we sat there at the drive through window for a while and waited. Sadie and Max were looking around, suspicious of the man in the next lane. Sadie was in the back seat looking out the window and Max was trying to negotiate his way into my lap.

When the teller finally talked and said hello, they both let out a big warning bark and then quickly went to secure the perimeter by running around the inside of the car and look out every window to make sure the coast was clear. They know their orders PROTECT THE HUMAN AT ALL COSTS...because she's the only one who can reach the dog treats when most favored human (Ken) isn't home.

They couldn't figure out where the voice had come from and they heard her laughing and they both jumped into my lap and they saw the big giant tube and it was like something suddenly clicked; they remembered that the last time we were there, yummy dog treats came out of that thingy and they barked at it again only this time it was happy barks with wagging tails. I quickly settled them down and sent them to the back seat.

Bank teller (laughing)  "I'm sorry puppies, I didn’t quite understand that"

Me  "I believe it roughly translates to "gimme all your dog treats and no one will get hurt"



Friday, September 19, 2008

I need a favor from all of you PLEASE!!

I just got an email from my friend Heather who is walking in the Breast Cancer 3-Day walk with her friend Amy in November in the Dallas/Ft Worth area. If you aren’t familiar with the 3-Day walk, over the course of three days, they will walk 60 (yes SIXTY) miles, 20 miles per day. If that isn’t enough, at the end of the first two days they will sleep in tents. If I walked 5 miles, 10 miles, I’d want to come home to a soft cushy bed, not a tent. Her commitment to this walk and to train for this walk have been awe inspiring. She has lost over 70 pounds!

She is allowed to get mail at the camp. So for the two nights that she is at camp, they can arrive at camp and have letters waiting for them.

I’d like to send a letter to both Heather and Amy so they each have some encouragement and support for their efforts in not only raising money to support Breast Cancer research but for their personal commitment to walk 60 miles. I know that walking 60 miles in three days isn’t something I could personally do so I’d like to thank them for walking for all women.

What I’m asking is for everyone…this means you too lurkers…leave a comment of support for Heather and Amy. Collect them all over the next month and mail them so they arrive at their camp to encourage them during their walk.

Won’t you please say a few words to encourage Heather and Amy on their walk?

Small Steps

I got an email asking me to spread the word about the latest SmallSteps contest. You know I'm all about taking small steps towards long lasting changes so of course I wanted to share this with all of you. 

On Friday, SmallSteps, in collaboration with the NBA, the HHS, and the BGCA, launched a video contest encouraging people to share the small steps they are taking to get in shape and stay fit, from exercise to good eating habits. 

Entrants create a short video, 3 minutes or less, exemplifying small steps they take towards a healthy lifestyle. The contest can be found here:


The winner will receive $2,500 in cash and NBA Store Prizes and 4 runner ups will receive $500 in cash and NBA Store Prizes.  

You can find a sample video here:

I thought the sample video was pretty lame but they are probably hoping we all say that and enter, for $2500 it just might be worth dusting off that video camera.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

The recipe with no name and Biggest Loser

Its Wednesday and I'm sharing another recipe through photos. Today's little diddy is a recipe that came to me as I was laying in bed listening to Ken snore and trying to decide what to have for dinner the next night. I had planned turkey sausage with a pasta dish and salad but pasta just didn't sound good. I remembered the tortillas in the fridge and the jar of salsa in the cupboard and by the next evening we had these....

You can pop over to the recipe blog and read all about it and maybe you could leave a comment with a better name for them? I'm calling them tortilla stackers, they are sort of like a Mexican lasagna, sort of like??? Anyhow, they are delicious! The first time I made them Ken said I needed to "put this recipe on your blog immediately" Yeah, he hasn't had that reaction to anything in quite a while so I took this to be a hit in his book. Just click on the COOKS navigation bar, the photo or click here to see the recipe.


Now on to the Biggest Loser! Did you watch last night? I really enjoyed it and I even did exercises during the commercials and made my sister exercise along with me. We did squats, chair squats, pushups on the edge of the kitchen counter, chair dips (but used the kitchen counter instead) tricep kickbacks and marching in place. Thankfully Ken didn't wander out of his mancave during this impromtu exericse session although Max did look at us like we were crazy. Sadie hid out of fear we'd make her join us and I'm thinking my sister won't want to watch it with me anymore, haha.


Spoiler Alert: Stop reading if you haven't watched yet...


I had a feeling that Adam and Stacey would be the first to go when I saw how competitive they were. I really liked Heba but Ed reminded me of Neil last season who I didn't like. I'm glad they have another week and I loved seeing how far Stacey and Adam have come! WOW, great job!


During the challenge when they had to climb a mile up that hillside/mountain all I could think about was how I first struggled to walk a mile on flat Florida pavement. I'm pretty sure at this point I could walk a mile up the side of a hillside like that but in that kind of heat, I know I'd struggle. I was so happy when Colleen made it up there first and got the immunity because her Dad really needs to be there. I think that I identified with the father daughter team a lot because I saw so much of myself and my Dad. My Dad was always a big guy and I always struggled with my weight.


I look at the pink and purple mother/daughter teams and I have to wonder if they have enough to lose to win. I don't think they do. I think in this contest, bigger people stand a better chance of losing half of their body weight to win.


The father and son team from Boston, Tom and LT, WOW, their whole family looked like they were morbidly obese. I hope they are able to learn new habits and take them home to share with their family.


Brady and Vicky (brown team) really stood out in my mind as a likable couple and so did the red team Amy and Phillip.


My sister said "why no blue team" and I told her it was probably because once several teams are eliminated they'll make them into two teams of blue and black. Don't you think that's what will happen?

After seeing the fatty deposits around their heart, lungs and liver I'm left thinking that's what the inside of my body must look like.



Its too soon to have a favorite team, I'm cheering all of them on and I'm going to use them to inspire me to kick it up a notch or two. You know where I'll be on Tuesday nights for the duration! Thanks Biggest Loser for the motivation and inspiration, I need all of the help I can get!

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Healthy You Check In - Week 37

I can't believe there are less than four months left in this year. Plenty of time to accomplish a few more things, plenty of time to lose a few more pounds or get a little bit stronger.

Biggest Loser starts tonight in the states for those of you looking for motivation to push through the rest of the year! I can't wait!



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Monday, September 15, 2008

Letting go of stuff


I don’t know if it was the heat or watching hurricane Ike slam into Texas and the devastation that ensued but this was a rough weekend for me emotionally. I listened as they interviewed people who didn’t want to leave their “stuff” behind. They risked their lives and the lives of their family to stay close to their “stuff”
Back in 2004 we were told that hurricane Charlie would hit the Tampa Bay area as a category 4 hurricane. Living ¾ of a mile from the Gulf of Mexico, we knew we had to evacuate. This was before Sadie and Max came into our lives. We filled his car with photos, our computer cases, a few extra hard drives, our flat panel monitors (because they were so rare and special back then, haha) and a few other odds and ends that would fit. I remember making room for a bronze statue, one of the few things we brought with us from the UK. Our photo albums also made the cut along with our important documents. We took photos of everything else and locked the door and left. I was sure the house would be gone, flooded or severely damaged. As fate would have it, Charlie turned inland much sooner and we headed back home to just a few sprinkles and a slight breeze. The people further south weren’t so lucky.
I had always been such a pack rat, I’d hold on to things, irrational things. I have concert ticket stubs, every card that Ken has ever given me. My parents had both lost their homes to fire as children. They knew what it was like to lose everything and they instilled the value of “things” in us. Something changed in me after that storm in 2004. We would go on to face Francis and Jeanne that same year but they weren’t nearly as strong. I watched the roof of the house down the block blow off, I watched a tree across the street fall but we were lucky.
Looking at material possessions as “just stuff” has been a huge turning point for me and honestly I didn’t even realize I had made that jump until I saw those people on TV talking about staying through hurricane Ike to protect their “stuff” When I had to pick and chose what mattered to me and leave the rest behind, I had to be ok with that choice and surprisingly I was to a degree. I can't say how well my choices would have worked out because in the end, we were spared. But still, I've learned to let go of "stuff"
So how do I translate this into being able to let go of this weight? The fact that I still occasionally binge eat must mean that on some level I chose to hold on to this weight. Is my weight still acting as a sort of security blanket from past hurts? Despite my efforts and despite how I feel about being morbidly obese I still have to wonder what it’s going to take to make me really let go of it once and for all. 
Advice? Thoughts? Feelings?

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Reflections



Today is a day to stop to reflect, remember and count your blessings.
Where was I seven years ago? I was so caught up in planning my wedding, the typical bride-to-be, oblivious to everything and everyone around them. I was upset because just a few days earlier my brother had to have a quadruple bypass. It meant he wouldn’t be recovered in time for my wedding which meant I had no one to “give me away” and my flower girl wouldn’t make it to the wedding either. I wasn’t planning a big wedding but with my brother, sister-in-law and their four children, my guest list just dropped in half.
Where was Ken? He had been in court that morning over a speeding ticket. He was caught driving over 100 miles per hour taking his Mom to the hospital because his grandma was dying a few months earlier. Typically going over 100 in the UK gets you banned but his court appearance was to get an exception which was granted with limitations.
We typically talked on the phone during my first break at work, around 8:30 am (I started at 5:30 or 6am) and we talked for about a half hour. I hung up the phone and went back into the office and one of the women said a small plane had hit the world trade center. I continued back to my desk and a few minutes later I heard more talking and more confusion. I called Ken and asked him to go into the loft and turn on the satellite that picked up American Fox News and see if they were reporting on what happened in New York. How naïve those words sound now.
Ken was scheduled to work the afternoon shift. He never did make it to work that night. We spent most of that day on the phone while I worked. I had deadlines and I had to stay at the office but I refused to hang up my phone. He would tell me what he saw and I’d relay it to everyone else. I drove home talking to him the whole way, we sat and watched Fox News together all night long on the phone.
On a personal level 2001 was a sad year for many reasons, Ken lost his beloved Grandmother who raised him, those of you who remember my post from October 10th of last year remember why it was so sad for me and of course the events of today seven years ago that changed our world.
I look at October 11th as my new beginning. A day for fresh starts. I think when I sat down to calculate out my current 12 week self challenge, when I saw that the last day of the 12 weeks fell on October 11th, I knew it was a good omen. I knew it meant that this was a transition into a new beginning for me. I feel it. I feel it with every fiber of my being. Yes I struggle and I’ll always struggle and every day is a challenge. However on days like today, we can count those blessings and know that we have life for now, that life is so brief and fleeting. We count those blessings and we remember that we need to make the most of every breath we have left and to make it count.


Please share your reflections and stories in the comments if you wish.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Driving home from dinner the other night

My sister was driving, I’m in the passenger seat and Ken is in the back seat.
Me: can we detour to Publix, I need stuff to make black bean brownies for Sunday and I want to share the recipe on my blog
Sis: black bean brownies that sounds so disgusting do they taste like actual black beans where did you get this recipe it sounds so gross is this some super high protein and fiber thing you’re going for why would you want to put black beans in brownies aren’t they for southwest recipes, oh that just sounds SO disgusting I can't believe you're going to waste all of those ingredients making something like that, don't expect me to eat any of those, yuck yuck yuck, do they taste like beans?
…and then she paused to breath and I was able to speak
Me: Yes they taste exactly like southwest black bean brownies and for kicks I’ll throw in some cilantro and top them with avocado and when you take a bite you’ll see either a cowboy trying to lasso your nose or a little guy doing the Mexican hat dance on top of your brownie
Ken from the back seat: coooooooooool
So I tricked them. I didn't make black bean brownies, I made white bean carrot cake! Click on COOKS, the photo or just click here to view the recipe.
Sunday, we were all gathered for dinner, my sister and a diabetic friend were over so they knew the cake was sugar free...
Me: So how is the cake
Sis: WOW this is really good, I can't believe its sugar free, its so moist
Me: does it taste like BEANS because there are BEANS in it, hahaha, you just ate BEANS in your cake.....
 They all agreed, you couldn't tell there were beans in there at all. 

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

HYC Check In Week 36


Yes I know I say it every week but where is this year going? I can't believe we're 36 weeks into this year!

Cara nominated my blog for a “Love This Site Award” I was truly touched and honored. I’ve been awarded several blog awards in time I’ve been blogging but this is my first time being nominated for something that people actually vote for. I’ve added a little button in my sidebar if anyone wants to visit the page and check out all of the other fabulous blogs nominated, there are some pretty fabulous blogs on there! Thank you Cara, you made my day!


I think someone might have told me their blog moved or changed or something but didn't email me and I just want to say that if I ever forget to change/fix/edit/add/anything your blog on this site, please don't be offended or take it personally. Just email a reminder and I'll get it done ASAP. I typically add new blogs and make changes on Monday just before or after I post this post.


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Monday, September 8, 2008

Jealousy

My friend recently returned from a trip and told me about the specialty cupcake bakery she had the opportunity to visit. “They had SQUARE cupcakes” she exclaimed, “I don’t know why but they just tasted better” I’m certain the better taste was her imagination appreciating the novelty of the item but it brought me back to my childhood.

Circa 1960: There was a woman who lived in our town and was the wife of a very wealthy man. She wanted for nothing and her children had every privilege and advantage. She took every opportunity she could to flaunt her wealth, I’ll call her Mrs Green. As it would happen, Mrs. Green’s son Bill was in the same class as my Aunts son Charlie. It was the custom back then to send treats to school when it was your childs birthday and every year my Aunt made square cupcakes for Charlie to take to school on his birthday to share with his class. All of the other kids thought it was SO COOL and they loved the square cupcakes. When Bill’s birthday was coming up, Mrs. Green asked him what he wanted to take to share with the class and he told her he wanted square cupcakes. She told him there was no such thing, cupcakes were round. He then told his Mom about having the square cupcakes that Charlie’s mom made and he wanted square cupcakes too and he would kick and scream and hold his breath until he turned blue because only square cupcakes would do.

Mrs. Green had a few weeks so she visited the local store and asked the clerk for square cupcake pans. The clerk told her she had never heard of such a thing. Not to be dissuaded, Mrs. Green spent the next two weeks travelling to every store in every town looking for the illusive square cupcake pans. She drove hundreds of miles in search of square cupcake pans; only to be told the same thing over and over again…they had never heard of square cupcake pans. She refused to call my Aunt and ask her where she bought her square cupcake pan. My aunt was beneath her and she wouldn’t go crawling to her, she’d rather disappoint little Billy.

Bill’s birthday came and went and poor spoiled Billy had round cupcakes on his birthday, and yes he held his breath until he turned blue and yes, he kicked and screamed too. Over the next five years Charlie and Billy would be in the same class and every year my Aunt would send square cupcakes to school on Charlie’s birthday. Not to be deterred, Mrs Green continued her search for square cupcake pans. She called everyone she knew in every city trying to find square cupcake pans. When her husband went on business trips, he was instructed to search for square cupcake pans and when he returned home, the first question she’d ask him was “did you find my pans?” She hated that my aunt had something that she didn’t have. All the while my Aunt was oblivious of Mrs Green’s jealousy of her square cupcakes.

Many years passed, Mrs Green’s husband lost his high paying job in a scandal and she was humbled and they moved away to Florida. As you know I ended up living in Florida too and as fate would have it, Mrs Green and I ended up working for the same company. When I found out she was from the same town, I introduced myself and told her my Mom’s maiden name and she was very familiar with the family. When she found out my Mom was coming for a visit, Mrs Green invited her to go play bingo so she could catch up on gossip from her home town and my Mom, the queen of bingo, wasn’t about to say no to that offer.

They became friends and on a subsequent visit to Florida my Mom and Mrs. Green played bingo again and she told my Mom there was something she just had to get off her chest. She told my mom how very jealous she was of her sister Elizabeth and she just had to know, where on earth did Elizabeth get her square cupcake pan. My Mom just laughed and said to her “Elizabeth didn’t have a square cupcake pan, in fact, she couldn’t afford a cupcake pan when her kids were young so she just put the cupcake liners in a rectangular cake pan side by side and then filled them with batter and they came out square, later when she could afford a pan she didn’t want one because her square cupcakes had become a family tradition”

It was then that Mrs. Green told her of the great lengths she had gone to trying to find a square cupcake pan and how for years she was jealous of Elizabeth because she thought she had a square cupcake pan and for years she searched every store and even considered having a pan custom made. My Mom just looked at her and said “it wasn’t a secret, if you would have just asked her she would have told you how she made square cupcakes”

Have you ever been jealous of someone only to find out later that your jealousy was misplaced? Someone recently told me they had been jealous of me because they thought I was so “perfect” and because I posted about some struggles, they realize that I have been choosing to blog about the brighter side of life rather than blog about the negative in my world. We talked about it, had a good laugh about it. My life isn’t perfect, far from it. Just about everyone would change something about their life if they could. It’s important to always remember that you don’t always know what’s going on in someone’s life; you don’t always know what they keep inside of them and hide from the world.

Jealousy is such a waste of energy and a waste of emotions. For years it ate Mrs. Green up inside and my aunt was oblivious. You can waste a lifetime being jealous but the only person you harm with jealousy is YOU. Honestly, you and I know your life and your time are worth so much more. Time is far too precious.

The next time you find yourself jealous of someone, think of square cupcakes and ask yourself, is it really worth it?


Disclaimer: No actual cupcakes were harmed or sacrificed while writing this post.

Friday, September 5, 2008

The Crack House

I mentioned the other day about struggling with restaurant choices. I'm actually really good with most restaurant food, however when Ken suggest we go somewhere that is carb or sugar laden that I struggle. In most restaurants you can get grilled meat and steamed veggies...except his latest addiction…. Cracker Barrel.
Should you visit or pass by a Cracker Barrel restaurant, don’t be alarmed if you see that their name has been changed. I've renamed “The Crack House” and I’m slowly working my way around the country with a can of spray paint changing the signs. Why “The Crack House”? My sweet husband is addicted to their roast beef, mashed potatoes, green beans and carrots. Probably because it’s similar to a Sunday roast dinner in England. Its gotten so bad that when we drive by he says lustfully “Cracker Barrrrrellllll” It’s an addiction. I confess that while we were remodeling the kitchen and redoing the floors a few months ago, we ate at The Crack House three times in one week. We couldn’t cook at home and I’d ask him what he wanted for dinner and he’d say Cracker Barrrrrelllllll. Is it any wonder I gained 20 pounds? I know that green beans and carrots sound harmless enough and even healthy in most circumstances except they serve them dripping in bacon grease or butter and quite frankly my arteries don't swim in that lane anymore.
Keep in mind he didn’t grow up eating at Cracker Barrel on family road trips like I did, he grew up eating typical English fare; beans on toast, bubble and squeak and roast Sunday dinner. For years I’ve convinced him that my healthy turkey meatloaf is how all meat loaf should taste. Then h e tried their meat loaf and grunted “this is REALLY good” in between shoving forks of food into his mouth “you should get the recipe. “ What can I say, he likes southern home-style cooking. Yes, I struggle when we he picks Cracker Barrel as his restaurant of choice. They grill chicken but when I asked for steamed veggies, they looked at me with a blank stare. They do offer an over cooked baked potato and an uninspired side salad for an additional charge. They don’t have nutritional information on their website shouldn’t it be illegal?
When Mom would take us on family road trips, Cracker Barrel was always a favorite place to stop. I’d order country fried steak, hash brown casserole and dumplings oh and for my third side I’d pick something healthy like coleslaw or fried apples but I’d just live in the land of denial and call them “the apples” because putting the word fried in front of them just sounded so unhealthy. I honestly can’t eat like that anymore because I still have a gallbladder that reminds me it’s there every time I overdo greasy foods and doesn’t forgive me for days if I so much as lick the glaze from a doughnut but I’ll confess I still lust for chicken and dumplings when the weather turns cold.
Max and Sadie were very appreciative of my side order of biscuits because those two doggies are true southern doggies and they love their biscuits and don’t forget the butter! I have found out that their breakfast menu is served all day and they offer egg beaters egg substitute as well as turkey sausage so there is hope for me the next time Ken the Cracker Barrel Junkie needs a fix.
Thankfully most restaurants provide some sort of nutritional information so you can make an educated choice. Healthy can be done at most restaurants but some days it’s just easier to eat at home.
What do you think? Should restaurants be required to provide nutritional information? 


Talking about eating at the Crack House, I found this clip from the new season of the Biggest Loser on Hulu.com and it really hit home




http://www.hulu.com/watch/33425/the-biggest-loser-bad-news