Saturday, August 22, 2015

Kelly Clarkson is a flippin' goddess

So, I know I'm late on the bandwagon. Did you know who she is? Of course you did. I mean I know the name. I don't actually watch more than one episode of "American Idol" a season, but I knew she'd been on there. Why don't I watch it? It's entertaining, right? Too much damn talking....I guess that's it. I start out watching the first episode...and then I get bored. Just flat bored. Forget it's thing you know everyone is talking about the changes for the next season...what? It's over? Who won? Never mind...I wouldn't remember them anyway.

That was her, right? Until she came out with "Because of You" in 2004. Everyone said it was a bad love affair, but I read she said it was about her mom. It was a great song...and then I forgot about her again. Sometimes I have the attention span of a flea.

How do I know what the attention span of a flea is? I have two kids, both diagnosed with ADHD. I wasn't. But I went through school being the girl always looking out the window. Never paying attention. Always interuppting. Always moving...ever in the back of my mind is my Aunt Bunne saying, "Just stop jiggling your leg!" But the assessment I took says no. I think I was just bored. And distractable. What was I saying?

Oh, yeah...Kelly Clarkson is a freakin' goddess. After that song I liked in 2004, I kind of forgot about her. I knew her name was always around, but I couldn't tell you what she was doing.

But then...she had a baby! Cut the side of her hair super short! Slammed the haters who tried to body shame her! And all of a sudden there are all these YouTube videos of her doing cover this cover of Taylor Swift's "Blank Space":

or this one, Adele's "Someone Like You":

And then, there she was singing Tinder profiles, of all things:

Holy mother of all things good and wonderful...this woman can SING IT.

But I think this new one may be one of my's Prince's "Purple Rain."

So, yeah, I may be late to the game....but I'm now a Kelly Clarkson fan..atic.

She's so open and honest, announcing she's "totally pregnant" the other night. Now to go listen to every song she's sung since the beginning.

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

The Keto Project - Day Three

I know, I know. Where is Day Two? I said I'd update daily, and I've already failed. But I had a good reason - promise.

My daughter flipped over a basketball and landed on her forehead. Why didn't she break her fall, you ask? Go ahead, because it won't offend me...I thought the same thing. Right after I thought, "Oh, God...what's wrong with her now." If you've ever parented a middle-school girl, you may know what I'm talking about. I mean..CRAMPS! HEADACHES! BRUISES (from gymnastics and cheering and dancing)! It's unending.

Anyway, I got off track. Why didn't she break her fall? She said she didn't want to break a wrist. Wrist...brain...hmmmm. Thank goodness for the healing power of the young body, as she's pretty much back to normal after a rough 24 hours.

Anyway, today is Day Three, and I have to say, this is probably the easiest diet I've ever tried. I'm not really hungry. No cravings. Heck, I get chocolate every night! The food is delicious. Tonight's dinner was Cheesy Chili Spaghetti Squash Casserole, and oh. my. yum. And it's REAL FOOD. And...the scale has already moved!

More later, hopefully....until then:

Weight change: - 1.5 pounds (yippy!!)
Exercise: Zilch. I had to wake up my girl up every hour last night, so there was no way in tarnation I was going to climb on that bike this morning.


Sunday, May 17, 2015

The Keto Project - Day One

Well, isn't this embarrassing. It's a weighty issue...arrgh. If you've read anything here, you'll know I've tried paleo, I've been vegan, eating habits have run the gamut. They all have benefits - I was vegan the longest. I felt light and energized at first...then run-down and anemic, later. Paleo - probably should have stuck with it. But I have trouble sticking.

But now I really need to lose weight. I really need to get lean. My left knee has been an annoyance since I hurt it at 14. It would flare up now and then, most noticeably after I walked the Breast Cancer 3-day back in 2003. A few years later, my doctor said I had equal chances improving it by surgery or physical therapy, and I chose the therapy. That got me through another eight years. The first weekend of March this year, I fell on it, and it's been the worst it's ever been. I'm having an MRI this week, but no matter what the outcome, I know it will feel better if I lose a few pounds. Okay, more than a few.

I've flirted with different ideas. One was tempting, and that was a ketogenic diet, and then a good friend brought it up while we were hanging out the other night. Her step-daughter has been trying keto, and started losing weight quickly and easily, also losing cravings for bad stuff along the way.

I've long found I Breathe... I'm Hungry to be one of my favorite blogs. Melissa Sevigny makes beautiful food that sounds just delicious. And she's done all the work! Eleven weeks of meal plans, plus a three-day trial. I dove right in, skipping the three-day and going right for Week One.

Yesterday I went grocery shopping. I already had a lot of the items on the pantry list, but there were a few I needed to pick up. I found nearly everything at my local low-price grocery store, and a quick trip to Trader Joe's filled in the rest. It was definitely pricier than a regular week's haul for me, but not by a whole lot, and quite a few of these items will last a while.

I returned home with great hopes to complete all the prep work for the week as Melissa describes. It was a little more time consuming than I thought, but it was all super easy. I'll finish most of it today, and then I'll have a whole week of meals pretty much ready to go.

This morning was Day One for me. I started off with the delicious Sausage, Spinach & Feta Frittata, and let me tell was absolutely delectable. Yesterday while it was cooking, my 12-year-old daughter kept saying how delicious it smelled, and when it came out of the oven we were actually tempted to eat it right then! I wish I'd taken a photo of my own, but it wouldn't have looked as good as the originals. I made it in a 9 x 13 pan, but I think next time I'll try a muffin tin for variety. I rounded off breakfast with Trader Joe's Cold-Brewed Coffee Concentrate and some heavy cream made into an iced coffee drink that was better than anything I've had in years. Drinking iced coffee always reminds me of my mom. It was a favorite summertime drink in the heat of the small Arizona town where I grew up.

I'm going to use this as an accountability tool, so I'll be updating this daily. I can't wait to try more of the recipes!

Weight change:  0
Exercise: 26 minutes recumbent bike (yes, I know it was a weird number, but that's when my knee started hurting)

Monday, January 5, 2015

No, I'm not superstitious

I'm not superstitious.

How can I be? When I was a child, I was always so careful never to step on a crack. I never wanted to break my mother's back. My mother raised me to be superstitious. Never to walk under a ladder. Never to put shoes on a table. Never open an umbrella in a house. I still managed to break mirrors, no matter how careful I was.

When I was 10, my mother died, and I realized that none of these things protected me from the bad things of the world. The only thing that would get me through was my faith in God, my belief that no matter how awful things are here, there is a greater purpose and plan.

Because of this, probably (I can't say for sure), I don't believe in signs or ghosts or other things I cannot see or feel or touch. Yes, I know that's contradictory. Believe me, I know all too well. But that is how I am, and I really don't see the need to change.

But then there is the ring. It's always a ring, isn't it?

My mother was married three times.

The first time, she was 17. Her husband was 31. They had four children, though only two lived. When my brothers were babies, he left.

The second time, she was 25. Her husband was 54. From all accounts, they were wildly happy, and had me 14 years later. My father died when I was two.

Her third marriage came when she was 43. I'm still not sure how old my stepfather was, but I know he looked far older. He always told me he was 39. They were married until my mother died when I was 10. He followed her to the grave three years later.

I inherited her wedding rings from my father and step-father. Sadly, the ring that my father gave my mother was in my car when it was stolen years ago (I was moving and hadn't unpacked that last load yet). But I still have the ring from my step-father. It's simple white gold, with pretty ridges and some small diamonds. I used to wear it on my right hand.

One day I realized it was gone. I was in my early 20s, and realized I hadn't seen it since putting hand lotion on at my desk at work that day. I searched everywhere, but it was nowhere to be found. Heartbroken, I finally stopped looking.

Months later, there was a note posted on the bulletin board at work. "Ladies ring found, please identify. See guard on duty at desk." Knowing it couldn't possibly be mine, I checked anyway. It was my ring. They had found it moving furniture - it was under the heavy leg of a desk.

I started wearing it again, and several years later, I wore it out dancing with friends one night. My hands got hot and puffy, so I took it off and put it in the pocket of my jacket. When I got home, it was gone. Another night crying. I called the club, and no one had turned it in. It wasn't in my car.

A year later, I was moving. During my last sweep of the apartment, I climbed a stepladder to dust the top shelf in my bedroom closet. I only kept a few boxes and shoes up there - nothing else.

There was my ring.

Once I got over my initial tears of joy, I thought it must be a sign. It had to be. There was no earthly explanation.

Not wanting to press my luck (and yes, I do know how silly that sounds), I stopped wearing it and kept it stored in my jewelry box. Years have passed, I've gained weight, and it doesn't even fit the ring finger on my right hand where I'd worn it.

A couple weeks ago, my son was discovering the treasures there. There's a story for nearly every pin and necklace inside. I told him who I'd received them from, where I'd worn them, what the memories were for each one. Then he found the ring, and I told him the story. He told me I should wear it on a different finger, so I did. It was a bit loose on that finger, but not loose enough that I thought I'd lose it...but I did. By the end of that same day, it was gone.

This time I didn't look for it. It could have been anywhere - home, church, grocery store, gas station. I didn't say a word to anyone. I waited.

New Year's Day I woke before my kids. No surprise, I'd gone to sleep before they did. I went out to the kitchen to make coffee.

And there, right by the coffeemaker, was my ring. When the kids woke, I asked them if either one had put it there. My son Jake answered quickly. "I did. It was right in the middle of the living room floor last night. You really shouldn't leave it out like that."

The floor that I'd swept and dust-mopped and mopped at least three times during those two weeks the ring was missing.

This time I am going to say it's a sign.