Whole30 Diet

I might be jumping the gun here, because I have to get through today, but I wanted to post my thoughts on the Whole30 "program" while they are fresh.

Feeling a little bit like I might be addicted to sugar, I decided at the new year I would try to give it up.  I thought about throwing dairy and gluten in there too, to see if they were contributing to digestive troubles, but was undecided and uncommitted until I heard about the Whole 30. (Thanks Jensie.) You can read all about it here, please do, but I just want to share my thoughts about it.

The main principles are

-Eat mostly veggies, with meat (mostly lean meats like poultry and fish) throw in some fruit and a few oils and nuts/seeds. 
-Eat three meals a day. 
- No preservatives, and no  squeezing your old round diet into a Whole30 compliant box.

So what did I think of it all?

- I have some seriously unhealthy eating habits.  Before I started this, I never prepared a meal for myself and sat down to eat it. (Except at dinner.)  I snacked all day, ate when ever I sat down to do anything (read, watch tv, computer), and was more or less non-discriminatory about what I ate.  I also ate emotionally and out of boredom.  (Not REAL boredom, that's unheard of.  More like "I-can-eat-to-procrastinate-what-I-should-be-doing" kind of boredom.)

- Real food tastes good.  I definitely missed things, I'll get to that.  But most my meals were satisfying AND tasty.  I never felt hungry after eating, and when I made the right effort at meal time I rarely felt hungry for a few hours. 

- Pinterest SAVED me.  I found so many good ideas and recipes on there, and found things I will be making indefinitely.  (Homemade almond butter and mayo.) 

- I did NOT notice that I slept better at night, maybe because Eli still had nightmares and Simon still cries in his sleep.  Nor did I notice that I had more energy. And maybe that is because keeping up with the four kids demands any available energy.  But I was a little disappointed about those two things.

- I DID lose weight, which wasn't necessarily my main goal, but a girl won't complain about dropping those last few baby pounds a couple months before her baby turns two years old. 

- Along those lines, I have to add my anecdotal research to the pile.  What I ate was a lot more important to weight loss than exercise.  Last fall I was running a lot.  On Saturdays I would do long runs, 8-12 miles, and I didn't lose any weight.  That was very discouraging.  I just didn't realize until this last month how bad my eating habits were.  The first two weeks of this "program" I didn't even exercise (too cold/busy/sick) and I lost weight.   

- It's hard to say if avoiding gluten and dairy helped with my digestive troubles, I didn't notice a difference.  But I also found that eating too many nuts could cause the same problems. I guess it just goes back to moderation in all things.  I didn't ever feel bloated or "stuffed" which helped my pants fit more comfortably around the waistline.

- What did I miss the most? I would have to gauge this by the things that were most difficult for me to resist, and it was definitely desserts/sugar.  I was very strict with the plan, and tried not to feed my sweet tooth the first couple weeks.  But by the third week I made a "dessert" for myself with nuts, cocoa, dates and strawberries.  And I loved every bite of it.  I also envied the oatmeal and toast my kids were eating for breakfast, and hopefully my new appreciation for whole grains will last awhile.   And of course, the goat cheese I bought before I started this "diet" called to me every time I made a salad. 

- Eating out wasn't as hard as I thought it would be.  I only went out twice, to a seafood place and a mexican place, and had no trouble finding something filling, delicious and compliant. 

- In order to stay motivated and read and listenend to a lot of things about the benefits of a healthy diet.  This was also very imformative and helpful.  I encourage anyone to embark on a food discovery journey. 

- So what now? I know that practically speaking I won't sustain this diet forever.  And I don't really have a desire to.  Food is such a joy in my life, and variety is so important to that joy that I don't plan to give up grains, beans and dairy entirely.  BUT I do plan to make vegetables a bigger part of my diet, and my family's. 

- As for the immediate future, I plan to sit down to watch a movie and eat a bag of peanut butter M&Ms and popcorn tomorrow night.  I also want to get french fries and FRO-YO on my birthday.  But otherwise I'll just deal with each sweet temptation as it comes along, and try to make healthier choices for meals and snacks on a day-to-day basis.

- Mostly I just feel really satisfied.  I feel like I accomplished something hard, which is always a big motivator for me to accomplish other things.  I feel healthier, which is good for my self-esteem, and I feel like I could do this again. 

Maybe.



January Leftovers

I couldn't bring myself to go all the way back to a year ago, so I'm starting with 2013 and I'll get to the rest later. Maybe.

I'm not sure how global warming amounts to the coldest January on record in Boise, but I guess it does.  Something to do with more extremes in temperatures I guess, but I'm no scientist.   Did I already mention that the heater in the old van left much to be desired and on these freakishly cold mornings, when the temperature hovered around 11 degrees, I would throw the kids winter coats in the dryer to get them warm, and then at the last minute put them on for the quick drive to school? Oh I did? Sorry.  I'm so glad we got a new van because this winter I think it's our dryer that's not up for the task.

We had one last night out with the Steven's before they returned from winter holidays back to Vegas.  The boys were with Richard watching a football game and the other cousins had already left town.  I think Miriam and Thea liked have some time to nurture their blossoming BFF status. 



Is there such a thing as cabin fever where you're itching to get INSIDE a cabin? January is kick-off for Richard's busy season so one weekend I packed up the kids and we headed for the hills. It was so "Jo" I think I gave Richard a heart attack. Spontaneous, in the middle of winter, and I learned how to put chains on the van.  It was an adventure but the kids ate it up. We rented a cabin and spent a few days doing puzzles, watching movies, playing board games and reading books.  We also went sledding and drank a lot of hot chocolate. It was so fantastic I think it might be a new tradition. 


Simon is such a deadly combination of daring, careless, and clumsy. But he loved the sled more than anyone.  He laughed and laughed even after he wiped out a few times. 












It was really cold outside.  We couldn't stay out there for more than 30 minutes at a time.  And one minute too long resulted in emotional break-downs
 
If there was a silver lining to the brutally cold January, it was these mornings.  Of course the pictures don't do it justice, do they ever? But it was these glorious blue skies with these crystals that were sometimes an inch high on EVERYTHING.  It really was breath-taking. I've never seen anything like it.  At the time I had just finished reading Mansfield Park and I was reminded of Fanny, and how she never took nature's details for granted.  Since she is a fictitious character and I couldn't call her up to share the moment with me, I settled for the next best and called my dad. 

A LONG story about a simple headwound



So I was on vacation the other night at the exotic resort of Winco, and I had just left produce, and was headed down the cracker aisle to grab the necessities (Belvita breakfast biscuits and popcorn.) when my phone began to ring. I try to avoid answering my phone in the grocery store because ever since the infamous "cupcake incident" I can only talk to people via speaker phone. This can be a little awkward in public. But it was Richard, and I thought he probably wanted me to add something to my list. That's not at all what he was calling about, and the young adoring couple in the aisle with me heard Richard calmly say

"Simon hit his head, and he probably needs stitches."


When you get this phone call about your first child, you drop everything and bolt out the door. If it's your second child, you calmly explain your situation to a store employee so they can return the items, and then you bolt out the door. If it is your third child you pay for what you have in your cart, and meet your husband at the hospital. And when it is your fourth child you go ahead and finish your shopping because these childless shopping opportunites are few and far between!

I'm mostly teasing, but not really. I called a neighbor to come sit with the other kids, told Richard to meet me at the ER, and grabbed a couple other much needed items before paying for my groceries and then bolting out the door.

 
 
Simon was a trooper in the ER.  His camera "smile" is this sort of squinty-eye grimace, and Richard and I both chuckled at his stoicism, because despite his circumstance, he was doing his best to smile for the camera. 


 
He ended up with six sutures. (Sorry Richard, I just love that word even if it sounds affected.) And it took me a while to finally get the whole story, but this is what I got.
 
The story goes, that while Richard was brushing teeth, Cameron was running the circus. The kids were (like they always are) hyper at bedtime, and doing all kinds of crazy antics. After Eli hurt his head, Richard issued a warning to the ringleader, that apparently went unheeded. This left the ringleader to hide after Simon's collision with the piano resulted in a bloody mess, because he felt personally responsible. Meanwhile Eli screamed about the blood and horror, and Mirim looked on with amazement and curiosity, quite enjoying the experience I think. 

So fast forward six days, the designated time period before suture-removal, and on this brisk morning I took Simon back to the ER to have the sutures removed.  I had Eli and Miriam with me, and the nurse, bless her heart, gave all the kids popsicles on our way out the door. 

 

Squinty-eye grimace = Smile


 
The kids were all FREEZING the whole way home because the heater in our van doesn't work (a story for another day) and did I mention it was -2 degrees outside?
 
Less than two hours after suture removal (I know, I can't help myself) we found ourselves at the church, having an indoor playdate with some friends.  It was another circus.  With another casualty.  I looked up to see Simon crying on the floor and saying "Owie owie owie."   He had hit his head in exactly the same place and part of the wound had reopened.


Okay, time to put this story in hyperspeed.
I made all the necessary phone calls. I made a decision. I took more pictures. I drove to Walgreens and cried on the way there. I bandaged it. He ripped the bandages off.  But no more stitches.  No more popsicles.  Just what will likely be a rad scar.
 
And here he is.  The day after the second injury, smiling an almost normal smile. If you ask him about it he will point to his head and say
"Bonk."

  And that is the really long story about the not-so-simple headwound.  
 

SNOW!

Simon did NOT like his boots.  He cried when I put them on.  They aren't really snow boots, but we had to improvise.  Eli did not like the bib snow pants.  But when it came down to it they were both willing to pay the price to be out in the white delight.  
"He's my marshmallow boy in the winter.
When the snow comes to cover the ground.
It's the time for play, it's a whipped cream day, 
I wait for it all year round."



 A rare opportunity for me to be in a picture.  Maybe in 2013 I'll be in more pictures...
The kids waited all winter last year to build a snowman and it just never worked out. The first snow was just a skiff, and not quite sufficient for a snowman.  But the second storm brought enough to construct this guy.  Richard was really sick after Christmas and was in the house with Miriam and Simon, but wasn't really functioning as a care-taker, so I went back and forth from the yard to the house to meet the demands of the four kids, because apparently Cameron and Eli are not capable of making a snowman on their own. 

Time to Update!

Why is blogging dying?  I'm reminded of an episode of Colbert where he is promoting his book, he says

"For my younger audience, a book is like a blog for people with an attention span."

I would take that one step further and say

"For my younger readers, a blog is like Instagram for people with an attention span." 

Have I made that joke before?

Oh well, I'm ready to get back into it.

I've definitely said that before.