Veggie Love

July 13, 2010 at 1:25 pm | Posted in Uncategorized | 1 Comment
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Training Calls For: 3 miles

Miles Run So Far: 68

Days Left: 90

This morning was another early wake-up call, but I actually didn’t mind.  I find it awesome to get 90% of my to-do list ticked off before I head in to work.  Awesome!  Last night, I was able to come home, spend time with Sam and not feel like I had to rush-rush to get something else less interesting and more time consuming accomplished.

We feasted (eh, an exaggeration) on a simple dinner last night: Curried Tuna Cakes.  This recipe was found in a book called the Can Opener Gourmet.  I inherited it from my grandma and hardly ever pick it up.  I think it could use a better title — the current one is a little bit of a detterant.  Might I suggest: Make Dinner?  Sure You Can…haha.  Okay, maybe we all just realized how they ended up sticking with what they had originally.

With a simple ingredient list: tuna, bread crumbs, curry powder, and egg (or egg whites in our case), this baby was a go.   Form the patties, pan fry in a little EVOO to brown up and dinner is served!  Looked pretty…

…plated with a little lettuce and tomato.  It tasted okay — something was missing, something spice wise.   I can’t put my finger on it and didn’t really feel like playing Ingredient Investigator, so I let it go.  I let it go in favor of a night spent reading (Eat, Pray, Love…which is taking me forever to finish!) and hanging out with my husband.  We pushed our plans for Brew Week to another night.

I think it was a good call.

This morning, bright and early, we hit the pavement for our schedule 3 mile run.  Oh, Hal Higdon, you have a love of the prime number 3, don’t you?  3 mile runs bookend mid-week long-ish runs according to his training schedule, so if it’s a Tuesday or a Thursday, you can count on a 3.

I would like to shout from the rooftops: IT IS AMAZING RUNNING IN THE EARLY MORNING!  Oh, me, oh my.  I ran in 70 degree weather this morning as opposed to the 90 degree mid-day heat I had been battling for the last few weeks.  It was great.  I still sweated like a pig had a healthy glow, but at least I wasn’t sweating glowing before the ran even began.

I enjoyed a mini monster after the run…splitting a regular sized Green Monster Smoothie with Sam.

Then got down to biznass making a breakfast that effort.  I’m done with easy-peasy morning meals for a while.  I want the food that takes some work.  Gimme pancakes, homemade waffles, omelets, toads in holes and stovetop oats!  Bring it on!

Yummm.  Behold, this morning’s labor of love:  An egg+egg white omelet stuffed with sauteed green pepper, onion and garlic and a sprinkle of mozzarella cheese.  I ate the “butt” (heel?) of a loaf of bread alongside with a dabble of REAL butter.  I left it in dabble-form because I thought it looked a little like a breakfast commercial.

In addition to appreciating early morning runs, I am also seriously in love with drinking coffee from a mug once more instead of throwing it back from a travel mug for for sleep-battling survival reasons.  My mug was mega.  I took a picture so you could compare a regular mug to my mug.

Mega mug mega love.  Don’t worry — we’re brewing the half-caf coffee, so I’m not cracking out on caffeine.

Speaking of loves, my love of veg has returned, full force.  Gone are the days of carby cravings and sweet scavenger hunts through the cupboards.  Phew!  Good thing, too.  I kinda felt the difference in my diet in my mood and energy levels.  Crazy.  I followed my veggie inclinations and created a salad out of last night’s leftovers.

Romaine lettuce, tomato, carrots, and celery topped with two two-na patties.  They were better cold and the second day.  Odddd.  Fruit entered the picture in the form of a banana, black seedless grapes and some blueberries (which will take a nosedive into my yogurt this afternoon.  ‘Bout 4 o’clock.   Be there, be square…or round).

My renewed interest in vegetables and my recognition of how poorly I felt eating imbalanced for so many weeks made me wonder:  how would I feel if I ate fast food again?

For those of you who are new (welcome, amigos!), let me explain:  I don’t eat un-natural foods.  If I can’t pronounce it or don’t recognize it, I’m not going to put it in my body.  I wrote about how much power fast food used to have over my lunch hour in this post.  I haven’t had a meal from a yellow and red themed restaurant since December!  That’s almost 7 months, peeps.  I always hear people talk about how much better they feel when they eat healthy (and I know this first hand), but I wonder how quickly it would take for me to feel badly if I ate the fast food.  I wasn’t eating junk for the past several weeks — I just wasn’t eating balanced and I noticed a change in my overall health.  If I noticed a change from that, would a combo meal send me into a coma?

I’m kind of tempted to find out.

What do you think?  Should I hit the drive thru on my way home ;)?

What’s missing?

March 10, 2010 at 7:49 pm | Posted in Uncategorized | 2 Comments
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Today’s Betcha Didn’t Know… tidbit: I am a “returner learner” ;).  I have a bachelor’s in journalism, but I graduated with an incomplete bachelor’s in Spanish.  I decided it was important to me to finish it up and so one class at a time, that’s just what I’m doing.  In fact, I have an online assignment to work on after this post. 😦 Booo.

Check out my eats for the day — lunch:

A salad with leftover chicken from last night, grapes, an apple and yummy yogurt and pumpkin flax granola.  Does everything there have a mama or grow from the ground?  Does it fit the “If It Doesn’t Have a Mama” March challenge?  I thought so ;).


Whole wheat pasta (which, thank God, fits the challenge guidelines), zucchini, onion, a dab of pesto and brussel sprouts.  Yum!

Here’s a suggestion for homemade pasta dishes: always try and find a way to add some veggies to it.  Use the veggies to bulk up the dish without adding extra pasta.  You’ll knock out a suggested serving of the veg and can even cut back a little on the pasta (I think we as Americans tend to be Fettucine fiends, serving up more than a realistic portion).  Double win!

So….If you’re a smarty pants, you may have noticed something has been seriously absent from my posts, especially during this month’s challenge of “If It Doesn’t Have a Mama”.

Can you guess what it is?

Want a clue?

Photo Courtesy of Sam

If you answered “fast food” give yourself a gold star!  That’s right — there’s been no mention of fast food during “If It Doesn’t Have a Mama” March.  No lament over lost french fries, burgers, tacos or chicken nuggets.  Why is that?

Glad you asked ;).  To answer with “because I don’t eat fast food” is too simplistic for this blogger.  Oh, no.  We have to dig deeper, tell a longer story, increase the word count a little!

Back in early December, in that caloric lull between Thanksgiving and Christmas, I noticed I was feeling more uncomfortable in my own skin.  My clothes were a little tighter, my mood towards my body image was a little poorer and I was disappointed in myself.  It came to me at lunchtime one day, as I was walking pick up my eats.  I had a tradition going — every Friday, I “treated” myself to lunch out.  I was packing my lunch every other day — and healthy things too–  I reasoned I needed a little break, a little rebellion, a little McSomething.

I had planned that day to get a deli sandwich from Subway, a healthier alternative…but as I walked, my thoughts were on a family member and a sad situation they were coping with.  I caught a whiff of fryer grease in the air, coming from the nearest fast food junction.  Without doing it consciously, I turned heel, abandoned my sub and made a beeline for the french fries I subconsciously thought would chase those sad thoughts away.

I realized then, I had a *slight* addiction to fast food.  Recent research may prove this is possible. I think it is possible to become too reliant on super-strong tastes (sugar, fat, salt) to provide you with what you think is satiety.  I think it is possible to rely on food for emotional comfort (although when was the last time a burger hugged you back?).  I think it is possible to be addicted to something and not realize it because your taste buds are so trained.

So I cut it out.  I challenged myself for the month of December to NOT eat any fast food.  I think we can all agree what “fast food” is, but for a point of clarification: I don’t really consider Chipotle and Subway truly fast food.  I will eat there on occasion.   I can see the ingredients in front of me, and in the case of Chipotle, I have read enough about the company mission and policy to be comfortable with their food.

It wasn’t even that hard to cut fast food from my diet.  I packed a little something special in my lunch on Friday to still “treat” myself.  If I caught a whiff of the fryer grease, I paused and remembered that wasting $5 or $6 on a Combo #whatever was only going to leave me hungry in a couple of hours with greasy fingertips.  Not worth it to me.

December stretched into January, which lapsed into February, which brings us to March.  Still no McNothings.

Will I never eat it again? No.  That’s unrealistic.  There might come a time where the choice is eat it out of necessity (wacky travel, emergencies, etc) or starve.  I’m always going to choose to feed myself — that much should be abundantly clear.

I’m just not going to feed myself fast food if I can avoid it. 😉

What are you thoughts on fast food?  Necessary evil, special treat or daily allowance?  Ever cut anything out of your diet because of “addiction”?

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