I got some really awesome swag from Athleta today, including another running skort (my new favorite piece of running gear!) and a new bathing suit that I can exercise in!!
I tried on my stuff, they all fit great, very true to size.
When I put my tankini on, I was pretty shocked. I had been cussing about how I wasn’t making any progress. The scale was moving down, but I just wasn’t seeing it. It was frustrating.
So. Well, thanks, Universe.
After (Today May 2013)
This is about 37lbs or so. Plenty more work to do, but I’m feeling like I’ve made progress!
Goal Lose ½ lb per week
Start date March 6, 2011
Goal date January 13, 2015
Daily calories 2,055
Starting 230 lbs
Current 194.4 lbs
Goal 150 lbs
Weight Loss 35.6 lbs
This report was generated with Lose It!
My friend Margi gifted me a 5k app from lolo about two years ago. Around that time I found Lose It! and began tracking my progress.
Since then, I have run a 5k, a 15k, a 10k, a virtual 10k, and a half marathon. I have lost 36lbs (after losing and gaining back about 40 plus some in the 2 years prior).
I have registered for my first marathon, convinced my husband to begin running, encouraged my mother to go from walking to running and watched several friends developed what Big Peach calls P.A.L. or Pedestrian Active Lifestyle.
I know I will run for the rest of my life and will continue to reap the benefits for as long as I continue to put forth my best effort.
After watching Forks Over Knives and Vegucated yesterday, the twinge in the back of my brain about eating less meat really kicked in to overdrive. I’d been considering it off and on for a while or at least a more concerted move towards the ethical consumption of meat and dairy.
I’m already on board with less cow milk. I mean, cow milk is for baby cows. Human milk for baby humans.
In any event, I’m not morally opposed to eating animals or their products, but trying to square how I feel about ethically raised food with what I currently eat is a problem.
For a while, we were buying a lot from the East Atlanta Farmer’s Market and getting locally raised meat and some dairy. We got off of doing that…and after watching some of the facts about factory farming (facts I already knew in my head, but hadn’t been confronted with visually yet) I don’t think I can continue.
I don’t know that I’ll ever go veggie or vegan, but I’m going to pledge to go veg for one week.
The farming manufacturing industry has some of the poorest safety conditions in the U.S. and even if you don’t care at all about the animals…I know you care about people. Sick and injured workers are bad for everyone and I don’t want to support that. I want workers to be healthy and happy and cared about by their employers.
I appreciate the gift of food provided to me by the animals I eat. I don’t want them to be miserable. So, I’m going veg for a week and thereafter, will be trying to cut out a substantial amount of meat products and pledge that the meats and dairy I do purchase be from farmers who treat their animals with dignity.
Will you join me?
I write this blog to vent my frustration, provide support for other parents in similar situations and to chronicle my experience parenting a child with pediatric bipolar.
I’m a political person; loud, opinionated and a die-hard liberal. I don’t intend to make this a political blog, but today I am fuming mad.
Yesterday, we had an appointment with a psychiatrist who specialized in pediatric psychiatry and mood disorders specifically. An hour long appointment cost our family $300. A price well worth it to get our son stabilized.
The doctor is out of network and even though she is a MEDICAL doctor helping our son with a brain disease, his care by her is considered “mental health care”, whatever the fuck that means.
Our “regular” healthcare is adequate. A reasonable copay and when “out of network”, the percentage paid is realistic.
Our “mental health” care (in-network) has a $2000 deductible. So, even if we choose the doctors our insurance company has approved…it will never be reached unless he is hospitalized and even then, it may not be.
We used the Cigna approved doctor. What we wound up with was a BPD kid put on anti-depressants at first. Those of you with BPD or have a loved one on that spectrum know that this is a powder keg scenario. I knew my child was not depressed…at least not in any normative way. But, I trusted our physicians advice.
Then, Seroquel. 25 mg once a day which did nothing but put him to sleep, which he did not need. We went back, saw an incompetent nurse practitioner who AGAIN attempted to put him on ADs which I rejected. Another $100 wasted.
After that, we were rarely able to get in touch with the office, couldn’t get a change in medication on the phone and were rebuffed for asking for a refund for the clusterfuck appt.
My son got worse. He began having auditory hallucinations, panics attacks and more instances of depression along with manic raging.
I called EVERY pediatric psychiatrist I could find. The ones in our network could not see us for months.
Living with a child with bipolar is a minefield. Everything is met with defiance, annoyance, overreaction. It is IMPOSSIBLE to provide healthy family life for other children and spouses or partners. There is no “wait until 2 months from now”. Help must come NOW.
I got ONE call back. A pediatric psychiatrist, a specialist whose office manager met my frantic call with “oh, no, that medication is wrong. We will help you fix it.”
Finally someone who thought I wasn’t “overreacting”.
So, I made the $300 appointment and called my insurance company.
“We’re sorry, your out of network deductible is $4000. Can I help you find someone in network?”
“There is no one in network.”
My son needs MEDICAL CARE. He is not crazy, he has a disability that should not have to define him. I should be able to get him the care he needs without worrying if, after we have FINALLY gotten our sea legs financially, we will be broken and scrambling again.
Mental health care IS medical care. To treat it as something that is somehow fundamentally different from other types of health care is to break the finances of families and individuals, to stigmatize those in need and to deny treatment to those who desperately seek it.
Get it together, America. My son deserves better.
I love you SO much.
I ran for you today. With a heavy heart and a clear mind. I ran negative splits for you today, but the first mile was really hard. I wanted to cry…but sweat.
I wanted nothing more in the whole world than to go to Berkelee. My mom took me to see you when I was 17. We ate so much lobster and clam chowder I thought I had gone to seafood heaven.
I thought it was cool that there was a whole other city that empathized with our traffic woes. You know, because ATLANTA.
I bought my senior prom dress from you. It was the most expensive piece of clothing I’d ever owned. I wore it again and again…to the opera, to perform, to parties. Every time I did, I remembered that trip. It was one of the best times I ever had, though short it may have been.
There’s a vibrancy to Boston. The people are nice, there everything to do…and the music.
I didn’t run then, but I do now. Maybe one day I’ll BQ and see you again when joy has been restored. Maybe I’ll see you again, My Friend.
With Love, Blue and Yellow,
I run slow.
I run fat.
I run awkwardly.
But, I know, so long as I wake up, lace up and walk out, I am a runner.
I put one foot in front of the other.
I am not on the couch.
I am miles.
I am worn tread.
I am a spirit broken and kneaded as sweatdrencheddoughnotpoundingthepavement, but beat up by it.
I am every runner I see; every 5k, 10k, 13.1, 26.2, runnergirl car magnet I pass…that is me.
I am high-fiving you on the trail.
I am beer drinking at the finish line.
I am #runchat.
I am heartbroken.
I am Devastation.
Running is one of the best things I decided to do, that I always knew how to do, that made me feel good.
Runners are the most amazing community of people I’ve ever (mostly not) met.
I can BE fat.
They don’t care.
I can BE slow.
I’m not in the couch.
I can barely crack 3 hours in a half.
They think it’s amazing I finished.
I am a runner.
Back to cooking!
I’ve missed sharing my food with people. Spring is when we start cooking out and using our outdoor resources to entertain. Beer, smoked meats, and friends!
To get back in the swing of things, here’s what was in the oven today.
Today I wasn’t feeling well and cooking usually perks me right up.
Here’s what I had to work with:
Oven roasted chicken breasts seasoned with Greek seasoning blend
I LOVE to make frittata. It’s just an awesome, easy dish. These ingredients were perfect for that.
I chopped the chicken and spread around in an iron skillet. I added peas and capers and sliced a red onion *very* thin and placed around, as well. Next was the chèvre and grape tomatoes. I whisked 6 eggs with a bit of water and poured in.
Topped with provolone and popped into the oven on 350 for 30 minutes. The last minute I turned on the broiler to get that great golden color.
Here are the toppings I assembled.
And the delicious finished product!
I wish I had added more capers and I think I should have used one less egg and a but more cheese. The balsamic was a huge win!