Pregnancy and Vegetarianism

So….guess who’s pregnant???

Not me.

My seester in love!!! I’m gonna be an aunt again.

We’re still a few weeks out from being able to determine the gender of Dillweed–yes, that is what we are all calling Baby Dos.

Also, you’d be amazed to learn what you can find on the interwebs these days. Everything from a honey badger and python in a death match to a onesie that SAYS Dillweed.


I know some of you were pulling for a little Whitehouse to show up some time in the upcoming year. At this point, the only thing I’m gestating is a dissertation.However, I was starting to LOOK like I was pregnant. Apparently, I wasn’t getting enough protein in my body and so I was hungry all. the. time. And ate. all. the. time. So I’m back on the meat wagon….mostly because it takes too much extra time to think about and plan for plant based protein to make sure I get what I need not because I really wanted to eat meat again… (Helloooooo, steak.)Ironically enough, I’m still hungry. Because I’m eating less (even when you eat healthy stuff, there is such a thing as too much of a good thing) and my body is still adjusting. But it seems to be handling meat just fine. Most of the time.

So there you have it.

Dillweed’s ETA is April 9, 2012 (Seester is hatching a bunny).

I’m gestating a dissertation…and eating less…and running more…and getting ready for a 10-miler in VA Beach on my birthday.


Restricted Ranges Aren’t Always Life-giving

In my frustration over a near 10 lb. weight gain this summer (I see your surprised faces and I agree), I scheduled an appointment with someone who is a nutritionist…of sorts. She’s not a R.D., but has various health certifications and is all about all natural stuff…which is usually right up my alley.There were some cool things to come out of that meeting, but I haven’t felt good about it much since. I wasn’t ready (for lots of reasons) to go whole hog on her recommendations, so I made some decisions for myself that I thought I could live with for a little while. It involved eliminating dairy, gluten and eggs for a few weeks and adding some supplements to my stack of morning pills. I can do it, but it’s more complicated by my vegetarian status.

And then frustration set in.

I haven’t seen/felt much of a difference. Al joined me in the elimination diet, which made meal planning even more complex. Try eating out some time when you can’t have meat, dairy, eggs or bread…and everyone eating with you being happy with the options on the menu. I just wanted to say “F*** this. F**** all this.”

I did, in fact. Eleventy seven times.

And then I started to reconsider my diet even further. Because what was supposed to bring relief and be kinda life-giving was having the opposite effect.

I started reconsidering meat. Because I’m not getting enough nutrients…and am probably missing out on a bunch of protein since I’m also not really consuming dairy.

And I miss steak.

I took some other words of wisdom into consideration and looked for another opinion from a nutritionist (R.D. this time) who might be a better fit. Appointment made.

I also started thinking about how much happier I am when I listen to what my body says it wants and not focus on the numbers. And, to be clear, my body does not want sweet, tasty goodness on a regular basis. It wants fruit and vegetables, cheese and yogurt, beans and nuts and lean protein…and…somewhere in the back of the buffet in my head…steak.

To think about that range of tasty yummy goodness makes me sigh with content. To think about what I’ve been doing for the past couple of weeks…you remember those merfolk that were turned into some type of sea plant by Ursula in The Little Mermaid? Yeaaaaaaah. That. That’s what I feel like.

So here’s to a healthy, widely varying diet that gives life.

Nine Two Oh

A few weeks ago now, I completed a for real series of P90X. With the exception of the last phase where I was pushed off the wagon by attending a conference during which the food selection and workout opportunities left a lot to be desired, I did pretty well with the food thing–and mostly OK with keeping a food journal.

Even with the brief stint off the wagon, I still managed to make progress:

That was from the end of phase 1 to the end of phase 3.

I’m not done yet, though. I certainly made more progress with P90X than I have with anything else I’ve tried.

And I’ve tried lots of things.

Unfortunately, I’m fighting against my own genetic code. People, I’m an ox. I’m flexible enough to do yoga and make it look good, but I’m an ox. Or a small tank. And I’m predisposed to carry a bunch of fat. Thankfully, I inherited my father’s vascular system to combat the negative effects of some extra padding. But the extra padding needs to go. For me, though, it’s a Sisyphian task.

In the midst of P90X this summer, I’ve also been working on getting faster as a runner. After running a 9:20 mile yesterday (which is a light jog for most of you), I can tell my efforts are starting to pay off. And I will continue that process–especially as I begin training for a “fast” (remember, I’m an ox) 10k at the end of October. If my own will doesn’t propel me to the finish line in under an hour (remember, I’m an ox), perhaps the Blue Moon at the finish line will.

And so, dear reader, on Monday it all starts: P90X and fast 10k training. Me and Sisyphus. Together again.

Rewriting history

Last summer I borrowed P90X from my brother-in-law. You know, the one that keeps you up late at night during the infomercial window…riveted to the screen as this crazy man named Tony takes you from Doughman to Ripped Man…or woman. You think it can’t possibly be that easy…or it can’t possibly work that well. I know…I was right there with you, saying the same thing.

But I got to thinking…

Having been overweight since about age 4, and having done a lot to overhaul my body since adolescence, there’s still some of me that needs to go. And nothing seemed to work. Not having a trainer, not keeping a food journal–however short lived it may have been (and that’s because I was gaining weight in spite of cutting back)…nothing. So I thought, why not? I knew I could do the workouts…well…could at least attempt them and live to tell about it.

And I did. I lost inches and got results by cycling through these 90 days of working out several times since then–all without changing what I was eating…because I tend to eat a pretty healthy diet anyway.

After this last round, though, I did some measuring and saw that things had stalled.

Al and I talked about actually doing the food plan once this semester ended, just to see what would happen. I told him I’d like to start even earlier, because I didn’t want to stop the progress.

So tomorrow, we start Phase 1 all over again…and incorporate the food plan.

Holy hell.

I’m not sure I can eat that much protein (7 servings, people) in one day. I don’t like meat that much. Granted, there are work arounds in the protein department so that I can have meat but not go all Atkins. And you do get fruit and one serving of carbs…and veggies, which I needed more of anyway. It’s really not a crazy food plan like Atkins was. (And can I just say I’m glad the low carb thing is OVER?)

But the other thing, too, is the fact that I don’t eat that much food…not what Tony suggest I should in terms of caloric intake. At least I don’t feel like I do…

Plus, I suck at a food journal. It lasts for a week and then it’s done. So this time, I’m keeping a food/exercise journal and writing something everyday…including my mood or insecurities or fears about not being able to do this…or doing it and not seeing the pay-off.

I guess the latter is my biggest fear.

Of course, they say that once you make a commitment, it’s best to go public…or at least tell a few people so you are more likely to remain accountable. So I’m going public to all 8 of you who read this thing 😉

We’ll see how it goes. And I’ll keep you posted.

Also, did I mention I have a heel spur that limits physical activity? Great timing.

It starts tomorrow…or continues I guess…this rewriting of my body’s health history. But before then, one last spot of ice cream. For it is my eternal weakness.

Selling Mixed Messages

Dear Women’s Health/Fitness Magazine Industry,

I, like so many other women, hold–either presently or some time in the past–a subscription to your publication. I may even hold a friend’s subscription as a gift. If I am not a subscriber, either presently or some time in the past, I have purchased your publication based on what the cover said that particular issue contained.

Quite frankly, I am presently, and have been for some time, frustrated and disappointed with all of you.

You talk about how those of us “real” women can achieve great results and get into the best shape of our lives, but you never once put a “real” woman on the cover. Instead, you relegate her to one of your success stories. Don’t get me wrong. Those stories are highly inspiring. But that’s all the air time any “real” woman gets. Instead, you chose your cover models carefully…and if someone messes up a little, it’s OK. You’ve got an airbrush for that.

You talk about how to get “perfect” abs…thighs…butts…arms…whatever. I’ve yet to see it delivered.

One of you recently included as a cover story a “shocking” report on detox diets…and promised to tell us the things we ought to know so as not to cause harm to our bodies. Somewhere around 3-5 pages before the printed story, you advertised a popular detox program that can be found at our local GNCs.

Many of you made a crap ton of money from selling Hydroxycut ads.

The problem is that, while ads generate revenue which you need to keep bringing us these fantastic publications each month or two, you are selling the reader mixed messages: Here’s how to get in great shape. Do these exercises. Pop these pills.

There’s rarely a Do these exercises. Eat more plants. Drink more water. kind of advertising or message on its own merit. I’ve yet to see a The reason you may not be able to lost those extra pounds may lie in your thyroid or an undiagnosed food allergy.

You are not selling health. You are perpetuating the lofty, socially-driven, unattainable ideal. And you are being irresponsible.

What would it do for your publication to instead sell REAL health and REAL beauty. The kind that are found in women of all ages, shapes and sizes? What if you stopped cowing to advertisers’ dollars and really led the way to changing popular media’s portrayal…and objectification…of women?

Oh sure. Women make the choice to purchase your publication. If they don’t like it, they don’t have to buy it. But let’s face it. Women are buying a dream. Shouldn’t you be selling them a better one?

However, I would like to say thank you for publishing letters along these lines where women write in and point out how disappointed they are that you do not portray real women. And for your yummy recipes.

Now, if you would go beyond printing the letters to actually changing your work…