I have, for so long, wanted to be a blogger, and frankly… I just find myself falling farther and farther away from that world.
I’m not closing this blog, but I think I am formally announcing today what it has unofficially been for years now. This is basically my tiny little corner of the internet and it’s not much more than a slightly-public personal journal.
I still welcome comments, but I’m not going to say that I’ll blog more than once a month or make any bold proclamations that I’m about to revitalize and start blogging regularly! We’ll see what happens. I’ll try to update my weight at least once a month.
In September, I weighed in at 399.8. On October 1st, I got on the scale and it said:
That’s a loss of 7.2 pounds in a month. Not great, but I don’t consider that terrible by any means. I am down 32.8 pounds from my heaviest. Woo hoo!
My weight loss is slow, but at least I am actually losing, for the first time in what feels like forever.
My doctoral work is keeping me so much busier than I ever would have expected.
I am anticipating graduating in December 2016. While that sounds like forever away, I know (in doc school terms), it’s right around the corner. I’m lucky in that my 2nd Master’s degree is letting me count 12 hours toward my program requirements. (And let me also say – thank goodness for free tuition. While the doc program fees aren’t covered by my tuition waiver, the tuition itself is. I can’t complain about getting this degree for roughly $35,000 cheaper than most.)
I’m not exercising as much as I’d like, but thank God for my lovely wife Tina who has become quite the expert paleo chef! Before this semester (Research I, y’all… it’s no joke), I was the family chef, but she has happily taken that task over for me and is doing an amazing job of it.
While we are not 100% primal or paleo, I do have to admit – it’s not as hard as I thought it would be once I got into it.
I hate when I read on paleo websites people say things like, “And I haven’t craved bread or sugar since!”
No, I still want sugar, but the difference for me now is… the cravings are bearable and beatable. I can overcome them, much more easily than I used to.
I also have no delusions that this is anything other than a calorie trick. I’m sure we’re feeling much more satisfied eating protein and fats than we were more carbs, but either way, we’re dropping. (And we’re also eating WAY more veggies than ever before, so that has to be good for us. I still hate Brussels sprouts, though. I’m pretty sure they’re poison.) And incidentally, Tina is also losing weight as well.
It’s funny; we’re feeding our son pretty much the same thing we eat, although he’s pretty small, and we’re trying to get him to gain weight. (He’s 85% percentile for height but only 20% percentile for weight. How I had a skinny kid… I’ll never know.) The doctor isn’t concerned with his weight, though, because he is healthy and well proportioned. It’s funny, though, and it kind of shocks me at how ridiculously obvious this is.
He eats whatever we eat. A few nights ago, we had roasted broccoli with dinner. He was chowing down like it was candy, and I strongly suspect it was because he saw his mom and dad eating it.
I have to eat well and lose weight to keep my kid healthy, if for no other reason.
I need to force in more time for exercise. But I’m also trying to keep some fun time in, too. Last night, after class (the class I’m in meets once Saturday a month from 8 a.m. to 5:30 p.m.), we had a big bonfire in the backyard.
No roasted marshmallows to go with it; we just enjoyed each other’s company by the fire in the backyard.
While I’m not a big fan of Pumpkin Spice Lattes, I do love the fall.
‘Til my next post, whenever that may be (early November at the latest)…
If you have been following me on The Ranger Project on YouTube, then you know that I have recently gone primal. My wife and I have pledged to go primal for the entire month of September, excepting ONE meal at our little guy’s 2nd birthday party later this month.
We’re on day two, and I know I have no rights to say, “It’s going great!” There are still a lot of tough days (potentially) ahead of us. However, we are finding it easier knowing that there are a lot of great primal/paleo recipes out there. (I’m leaning toward primal, Tina is leaning more paleoish at the moment.)
Last night, we had Paleo Chili Rellenos, which were astounding delicious. Those will definitely be going in the dinner rotation. I was a little disappointed in how mild the poblano peppers were. I am by no means a heat fiend. Jalapenos are about as hot as I’m willing to go, but these were about as mild as green peppers. (My wife thought hers were hotter; maybe I just got a dud.)
Tonight, we are having bacon cheeseburgers with homemade paleo mayo served on green lettuce leaves. We wanted butter lettuce, but I couldn’t find it without going to another store, so I just got green leaf lettuce. It should be a lot better than iceberg, regardless.
Planning our meals out ahead of time is clearly what is going to be our saving grace. We’re also cooking enough for every dinner that we have leftovers for the next day.
Eventually, we want to get our little guy on the primal/paleo bandwagon, but we’re not being too worrisome about that, yet. He still enjoys his morning oatmeal, and the kid is so scrawny (80% height, 25% weight, but his pediatrician doesn’t seem worried, so we aren’t either), we’re just pleased when he’ll eat. Getting him off of junk food once he left daycare was tough enough, but we’ve finally (mostly) won that battle. (Grandparents still feed some junk food, but that’s just what grandparents do, and neither of us are so stressed by it that we freak out if our not-quite-two year old eats some Cheetos with grandma.)
I’m also not getting on the scale until October. I weighed in at 399.8 about a week or so ago, and I am pledging to be scale-free until October 1. I’m hoping to see a weight in the 380s, at least. I think that’s extremely doable. The last time I gave up the scale for a month, I obsessed a bit about it. So far, I’m doing okay. We’ll see how the rest of the month goes.
Exercise-wise, I am doing a mix of Body Revolution by Jillian Michaels and the pool. I am not following Body Revolution by their calendar. With the still-recovering (but much better) knee, I imagine I’ll be on Weeks 1 and 2 of Body Revolution for quite a while. That is perfectly fine by me.
Breakfast – green juice, oatmeal with 1/2 banana and 1 T. peanut butter
Lunch – pork loin, steamed carrots, steamed broccoli
Dinner – grilled ham and cheese sandwich, 1 servings of Fritos, cherries, pluot
Before I dive into what today consisted of, let me hit my (far-too-many-apparently) goals.
Goals for Tuesday, July 9th
- Eat at least five servings of veggies.
- Well, if you factor in the green juice, then yes. Otherwise, no, not quite.
- Drink 190 ounces of water.
- Nope. I hit around 100 ounces, nowhere near close enough.
- Do Week #1, Workout #1 of Body Revolution.
- Nope. Not even a tiny bit.
- Catch up on all of my grading for summer term.
- Another success! Of course, I collected new things today that need to be graded, but I’ll do that on Thursday.
- Write 1,000 words (minimum) on my novel.
- Yeah, this didn’t happen. Today was just too busy, and I’m afraid this took low priority.
Ugh, today was a trainwreck. I am going to celebrate the small and point out that my food, at least, was fine.
We have a baby who has learned to crawl at break-neck speeds. Seriously; if we put this baby in a marathon, he’d be outpacing your average Kenyan.
This isn’t unusual. All babies go from paperweight to mobile seemingly overnight. What makes our situation slightly more difficult is that our living room is sunken, which in our house means there are THREE steps out of it that a baby can fall off of. Worst yet, we have a hearth that is about eight inches high (made of brick) that our little guy is obsessed with.
Bricks and baby heads are not a good mix.
As I said yesterday, we got baby gates at Essex yesterday. I personally feel that home improvement projects should only be undertaken on the weekends, but Tina wanted to get started.
Another side note – I am the 1950s house wife in this relationship and Tina is the handy one. Seriously; if she could find a tutorial on Pinterest, the woman could build the Taj Mahal. So she got started putting up baby gates.
So while I’m doing my thing in the kitchen (FYI – I embrace my role as the cook of the family), Tina is working on putting up baby gates. She quickly realized that we needed materials we did not have, so all three of us headed to Home Depot and got everything we thought we would need.
As soon as we start to install the first baby gate (by attaching it to the masonry of the hearth), I break the only appropriately-sized masonry drill bit. (I was drilling because it needed a little more muscle, and while Tina may do more home-projecty things than me, I am at least stronger, dang it.) At this point, I head back to Home Depot to get another masonry drill bit.
This time… success! We got our first baby gate installed! (And it only took two hours total. Ugh.)
Tina starts working on the second gate. It’s problematic because it is isn’t going in a standard door frame. It’s go to cover a 102” gap. We have the gate; we just have to be a little creative in getting it set up. We get it marked; we have our anchors.
And we quickly realize that our screws won’t work. We need flat-head screws.
At this point, it’s 8:30. Little guy is cranky and ready for bed; I want to get done, so I head back to Home Depot to get the right screws. I get back home, it’s 9:07, and we ultimately decide to call the day a wash and go relax in bed.
So basically… we burned up our entire evening and only got 1/3 of what we wanted to accomplish done. And worse yet, we did not have time to exercise.
Baby gates are going on the back burner until the weekend. (The hearth one was our greatest concern, so I’m glad it is up.) Tomorrow, we ARE exercising. The end.
As a result, I am setting one goal for tomorrow.
Goal for July 10th
Exercise! (Preferably Body Revolution.)
Today is my first-in-a-long-time weigh-in day!
July 6, 2013
Change from All-Time Highest: –22.0 pounds
I am up. And let me tell you, I am SOOO tempted to get on the scale tomorrow to see if another day of super-lean/clean eating will lower that number. And while it probably will, I’m not going to. I am going to show some restraint and not weigh in until next Saturday and see a bigger loss.
Breakfast – sweet potato, 1 sausage patty, 1 egg, pluot
Lunch – whole wheat spaghetti with tomato sauce and Italian chicken sausage, shredded mozzarella cheese, blueberries and grapes, 1 egg white (because I cooked the egg yolk for Henry)
Snack – 2 clean no bake cookies, glass of raw milk, 3 small squares dark chocolate
Dinner – steak, loaded baked potato, beet greens and onions
Snack – blueberries, pluot
I went to the farmer’s market this morning. We purchased a raw milk share a few months back, and it has been, hands down, the best “clean eating” thing I have ever done. I was never a huge milk drinker. It was always just for cereal or with cookies. I would never just get a glass of milk to drink by itself.
We have a year round farmer’s market here in Bowling Green, and back in the winter, we saw a sign at one booth we regularly frequented for sirloin that said “Ask About our Herd Share Program.” And we did.
In the state of Kentucky, it is illegal to buy or sell raw milk. However, it is NOT illegal to own your own cow and drink milk from it. So farmers here have instituted herd share, where you buy part of a cow, pay monthly boarding fees (because they are housing, feeding, and caring for our part of the cow), and every week, we get a gallon of raw milk.
It tastes amazing! I will actually drink a glass of raw milk by itself. Slightly sweet, thick…. it almost tastes like a less rich, less sweet version of melted ice cream. Almost. Really hard to describe, but it’s incredible.
I’ve had organic; I have grass-fed. But this, raw, pastured, happy cow milk is amazing. And again, this is coming from a non-milk drinker. And best yet – we know this farm. We are financially invested in this farm (via our herd share) and we have visited this farm. These cows aren’t pumped full of hormones, antibiotics, steroids, or anything else to get milk. In fact, we know that a risk at this farm is that if their milk supply drops, then we may lose our herd share. We’re fine with that – we don’t want our milk coming from stressed out cows. We’re even thinking of picking up an extra share when Henry turns a year old and will require cow’s milk and pasteurizing it ourselves.
I also got eggs, bacon, and beets at the farmer’s market, too. Not a big haul, but it was an ugly, rainy day. More on farmer’s market on another Saturday.
Before I headed home, I swung by Kroger to pick up some essentials. There was a sale, so I picked up a few things that I wouldn’t have otherwise (one of those “buy ten things in this category and save $5” sales.)
We try to eat as clean as possible, but I do make minor exceptions for both what works for my family AND what works for our budget. The hot dogs you see in the picture are clean in my book but might not be clean to a true clean eater. That’s okay; I do the best I can. Fritos are a clean food for our family, and a nice treat. They contain corn, corn oil, and salt. I’m sure other people might look at our pantry and shudder, but again… it works for us. And they are also a treat food. Same with the candy in the front. I’ll also point out we didn’t buy a ton of “treat” food, but there is some on hand for when we want it. (The Justin’s PB Cups in particular are a trigger food for me, so that’s why there is only one, and I’m going to enter a little mental challenge with myself to see how long they will last in our pantry.)
The cost for this haul was $45.37. Since I am going to try personal journal-blogging for a while, I’m going to use this blog to keep track of my food finances, too.
Food Expenses for July – $45.37
We are trying to go only once a week, so as to both save money AND not buy junk.
Another note – I consider myself pretty lucky in that, while I love to cook, my wife hates to. As a result, I’ve pretty much taken over the kitchen, so cooking and grocery shopping are my domain.
This photo highlights the EXACT reason that I have to get fit and make better choices.
Whatever we are eating, Henry wants to eat. You can see spaghetti on his tray, and that his is mom feeding him a bite of her pluot. He’s obsessed with our food. While I may be willing to put crap in my body at times, I only want the best for him! Ergo, we have to eat better so he gets to eat better.
I feel like I made some pretty good food choices today. I do wish I had only one cookie and no chocolate (or only the chocolate and no cookies, et cetera). In other words, too many sweets. Even if they are clean, they’re still sugar. Still, progress, not perfection, right? Tomorrow will be a better day, and regardless, today is still a success in my book.
Exercise today was Flow Yoga. Tina and I decided to start Body Revolution on Sunday, so we’re done with the actual BR workouts on Thursday (and can do whatever we want workout-wise on Friday and Saturday). I decided yoga was a good pick because I’m really sore, for some reason. Truth be told – I hate yoga. I do it when I’m sore, but I know I should do it much more often. I’d really rather stretch, but if I want to go back into martial arts again (that’s another post for another day), I know I really need to up my flexibility. I have a LONG way to go.
The rest of the night consisted of relaxing with a baby who is trying his best to climb atop our hearth (which is made of brick) and watching 30 Rock. Good times.
I said I was going to do a photo post of my food today.
After the events at the Boston Marathon yesterday, anything here other than sympathies feels wrong, somehow.
I had a friend from elementary school who (along with her husband) was in the race. I’ll admit to feeling very relieved when I found out her time was 3:49 which meant she should have been well past the explosion (Which occured at 4:09). She and her family are fine.
Last night, I was holding my baby boy (seven months old, almost) when I heard that one of the victims was an eight year old boy.
The thought that just eight years ago, that little boy’s mother was holding him and loving him and wishing him a future of success and love… And now, thanks to the actions of one (or more) despicable human beings, he’s gone. He isn’t with us anymore.
I honestly don’t know how parents survive that.
I’m praying for the people of Boston and the world today. We all need it.
And the truth of the matter is… we’ll move on. We always do. Things will be back to normal even tomorrow.
I don’t have anywhere in particular I’m going with this. I just really hate this planet, sometimes.