When the calendar moves into November, you start to think about fall food. When the Green Bean Bin brings you lots of yummy fruit, you think about the awesome fruit crisps, cobblers and tarts you could make. This week, I stumbled upon a recipe that was as easy as the result was impressive. The only problem? The dessert did not last.
I received an email last week that still has me super stoked. I have been a big fan of Melissa Joulwan since stumbling upon her blog when I first heard of Paleo. Her mayo recipe rocked my universe and the Sunshine Sauce still ranks as one of the best things I ever took to a lunch with friends.
I own both her Well Fed and Well Fed 2 cookbooks and this email not only shared a recipe for Fried Chicken Meatballs, but also dropped the knowledge that the recipe is one of 128 in her new cookbook coming soon. Well Fed Weeknights features Paleo meals in 45-minutes or less. THAT is super exciting because everyone in this house loves to eat and hates to wait. And, frankly, I need more Paleo options at my fingertips and I am looking for something to reignite my kitchen interest.
I love that the email contained 70 pages of the new cookbook and 16 recipes. Who doesn’t love a sneak peek?! If you are more of a live action person, there is a sneak peek video as well. Can’t wait to have this in my hot little hands!
In July, I attended a week-long conference in Baltimore. One of my dearest friends had recently moved to DC and I had not seen her in years. I realized how close I would be to her and decided if she could meet me in the District that I would make it happen. I booked a great hotel at a great price. We packed a ton of fun and great food into our weekend. Wanna see? It’s on the other side of the jump!
After a year of working out and only half paying attention to what I have been eating, I know I have reached the limit of my 40-something body to continue to be more fit than fat. I have lost weight and I have been maintaining. But, I’m kind of to the point that I would like to go ahead and not see a loss of firmness around my middle if I have to miss a few gym appointments. Annoying.
I have heard about macros and counting them and all that, but I have never completed more than a cursory Google search to understand what all the letters stand for in the acronyms. Once I knew most of my personal numbers that needed slotted into a macro calculator, I, of course, plugged them into one. So now, I have ordered my personal macro blueprint and I am still not sure what I will do with that information once I have it. I see where I should consider downloading a tracking app [I should have bought the iPhone with more storage…total lapse in judgment] as well as purchasing a food scale.
It seems like at some point in the next day or so, my mind will start racing about whether or not I will be able to master this mathematical-sounding approach to being flexible in my fitness.
It isn’t lost on me that I was reading about this during my lunch hour while I ate Jif on white bread–so help me GOD if you just silently judged me, I can’t EVEN with you right now!–but this wouldn’t be the first time I know better, but didn’t do better.
What is the hubbub with macros? Do you count them? Do you use a tracker app? Are there good sources online or otherwise that really helped you start your macro mastering?
Do you have a food scale? Is one like this adequate? It doesn’t even cost $12, but it has a bunch of positive reviews…
I’m willing to learn and I think this could be my next level fitness coming to call. So, help a sister out & give me the full report.
If only the day started at 10 a.m., then I would be a morning person.
I used to be a morning person. I worked in early a.m. radio as a part-time gig and I would go in super early, do the morning drive time and then head to class. Sure, it was a drag to go to bed early, but I managed.
Today was a super busy day at work including a last-minute voluntold luncheon attendance. Luncheons are awesome, but when you’re trying to be compliant to a pretty healthy eating path, they can be torture. I successfully managed to avoid shoving a slice of pecan pie into my face…pretty much only because there was a steady stream of speakers and to eat the pie, I would have had to turn my back to the podium. Before I knew it, the luncheon was over and my pitifully never-filled coffee cup and lonely piece of pie just sat there staring at me mournfully. Oh, well. Bonus for me.
Because of the luncheon [which was lovely, by the way], another ceremony in the afternoon AND my absent planner [which I left at HOME], I was discombobulated schedule-wise all day. I even managed to leave work too late to make it to my regularly scheduled gym workout. Luckily, I managed to slide into the last Pure Barre class of the day, so all was not lost.
When I came home, my husband was in the middle of using the recipe I’d sent him earlier in the day. Remember when I said I sent a hungry man to the grocery the other day? Yep. In addition to the turkey legs, he came home with gigantic pork chops.
I always loved how my kids’ teachers in preschool would differentiate the weekend or holidays as “stay home days.” Today was a stay home day which was a blessing because it was so frigid outside and because my youngest was feeling under the weather. Tomorrow, the oldest already has a two-hour delay. I’m sure the youngest’s school will call with a similar delay, but wait until 6 a.m.–and I’ll lie awake 30 more minutes before having to climb from bed to prep for work.
Speaking of prep, today I did some food prepping with more to come.
January has passed the halfway point. Our household is in full, new year swing. We’ve been organizing some things, restarting some activities that were on winter hiatus, and my husband and I started the Advocare 24-Day All-In Challenge last week. He started on the 11th with the rest of the nation and I started the 12th [because I was too busy trying to have him ready to go–him working overnights & having lots of self-imposed food restrictions that make absolutely no sense to normal humans made it more onerous than I had imagined it could be]. Luckily, my youngest daughter is all about helping in the kitchen and adding her very agile hands to making sure Mom is ready to go when it’s time to take her to school. I would not have started Tuesday if not for her.
But, we’ve been on track since and have successfully avoided the fully anticipated, yet always horrendous, 3-5 day overwhelming carb cravings. I always wonder why, after living through that detox, I choose to eat sugar and gluten by the truckload again, but I have. Right now, though? I’m seven days into my twenty-four and feeling particularly good about it.
Never let it be said that my trainer isn’t creative. The last workout of 2015 contained lots of things we have done throughout the year (over 30 to be exact) and each task had to be repeated 15 times. I think she must be clairvoyant and knew that I would be sucking down a rather extravagant dinner, so she thought she had better make it good.
Tonight I celebrated the new year a little early with two of the best friends a girl could ask for–my Momtourage. We went to a new-to-us restaurant called The Corner Kitchen. I cannot say enough good things about the experience. The mismatched fine China, the butcher block table tops and the wait staff dressed in plaid shirts set a great vibe. I loved the way the inside of a once seedy college bar had been transformed into a fun eatery.
The menu was varied and we tried several things on it. Everything was delicious. My duck carbonara pasta was the small order (I loved having that option!) and I paired it with the special small plate of the night–amazing Brussels sprouts. So. Good.
Dessert menu also did not disappoint. The three of us shared an order of chocolate mousse and an order of butterscotch pudding. Both house made right down to the whipped cream.
These are the types of restaurants that should be rewarded with your patronage. Careful preparation of fresh ingredients. You cannot beat that and the prices were extremely reasonable. We divided the bill into thirds and each paid $30–and that’s with drinks and desserts.
I am not sure I will need to eat again until sometime next year. (See what I did there?)
The beginning of a new year always seems to spark a bit of enthusiasm. Even the most cynical among us, if honest, have a twinge of “what if” when the clock strikes midnight in a new year. January is also my birthday month, so there is that. Ever since I turned 40, I promised myself I would make 40 fit and fabulous. Now that I’m a bit past 40, I think it’s finally time to see if the old girl has any tricks left up her sleeve.