We have been living under a pretty incredible fog lately – but it’s lifting. For real this time. Finally!

Jon’s job thing resolved in such a way that he’s now running the company. Really good for him professionally, but GREAT for me because it means NO MORE TRAVEL. Well, very little travel. Like, VERY, VERY little.

I can’t emphasize enough what a life change this is for us. He’s been traveling 50-75% of the time for the entire duration of our marriage (going on 9 years). It hasn’t been the worst thing in the world, but that kind of travel creates a sense of instability – or at least an inability to make commitments (i.e., joining a running group, etc.) and fully participate in life around here.

It’s sort of weird to think he’s going to be home now. Like, every day. He’ll just go to work and then come home and … BE HERE. Every day.

Anyway. It’s a really great thing and is something we’ve been looking forward to for a long time.

He had been offered a different job with a different company that would have required the same level of travel – and almost took it – but wound up turning it down and here we are and it’s been good. Stressful for him because everything is a total fucking mess and he’s having to clean it up – but he’s happy. I’m happy he’s not traveling. It’s good.

On top of that drama, I’ve been finishing up the last month of the semester. I have one more (not a big deal) exam to go – but I’m essentially done. I turned in a paper and took a stats exam on Wednesday and came home and didn’t move for the rest of the day. Totally wiped out.

I lived in fear until my stats professor emailed me the next day to let me know my exam grade. I have never worked so hard for or been so proud of a gd B(plus) in my life.

I have been SO worried about the stats requirement of the program (and of the career, in general, I guess?). It almost kept me from pursuing this path. I’ve just had this idea that I can’t do it. The story of my life has been that I’m just not good at anything involving numbers – I just don’t think that way.

But I can do it. I am.

Amazing what happens when you let go of the idea of who you’re supposed to be and become willing to struggle and to maybe fail … but to at least TRY to be the person you want to be.

2 classes down, 1 to go. And secretly? I kind of love it. It’s fascinating.

I have no idea what else has been going on for the past month. I swear we’ve sort of just hunkered down lately.

Have I posted that this little guy is 9 months old? (Now almost 10 months.)

Molly LOVES him. He seems to love her right back.



He is so fun.





Henry turned 9 years old, which is just CRAZY.

Sweet boy. 💙💚💜

This one graduated to freedom from the crate while we’re gone, but the night freedom isn’t working out so well. I think I took this picture and sent it to Jon one night when I was all proud that she was asleep, but it didn’t last long. She just can’t NOT patrol the windows all night barking at every little potential invader/breeze. By the second or third night, she was walking into her crate when I was getting in bed and glaring at me to shut the door, so we’re giving up the night freedom. Not a big deal. Seems too stressful for her.


I’ve been baking.

Intended to run and finish a paper after work. Instead I sat around and baked. #procrastination #lazyweave #tastesgoodanyway 🍴👍😋

That’s about it for the month. Job stress/major change and school clouded everything.

I’m really looking forward to the summer. I’m having a dinner party next weekend for all of the people who have been involved in helping me get some stuff accomplished this year (i.e., my mentor) – so that will hopefully be fun. MC’s birthday will be happening and I think his mom has decided to have the party here, so I’m excited about that. Our vacation was on, then off and now back on – just pushed back a month. SUPER excited about that. I’m doing an independent study and have some workshops/presentations to put together and some writing to do, but it’s all stuff I really enjoy – so fingers are crossed that the summer turns this year around.

I’ve been keeping up with exercise, which is really just necessary for my sanity, of course.

I’m still with the trainer one night each week – and now Jon has joined us since he’s home on a consistent basis. She’s working out of a new space that’s really nice and close to home and totally private (meaning it’s not a gym – just a personal training studio) – so it’s been great.

We’re doing a bootcamp each Saturday morning (same trainer/place), which has also been really great. It’s essentially just another hour to an hour and a half of strength training each week, which I love. She’s structured it so we spend about 30 minutes doing 1 minute rotating sets of stuff, then we do 15 minutes of tabata training, then a core portion, then stretching. It’s just a 6 week thing that’s due to end in a couple of weeks, but I’m hoping she keeps it up.

I had been faithfully keeping up with the Hal Higdon plan until last week. I was temporarily derailed by school and feeling anxiety over exams and needing to finish papers, etc. – so I didn’t get my runs in. The week before was a little sketchy, too, in that it rained a lot. I wound up going to the gym every day and doing the elliptical vs. running outside. Not perfect, but it was better than nothing. I’m just too slow to run in heavy rain. (Plus I don’t care enough to torture myself like that.)

Anyway. Back to the grind now that school is done. I’m up to 6M for the long run, I think.

I’ve been halfheartedly keeping up with myfitnesspal, but doing a good job with balance, in general. My pants are looser – though I still can’t comfortably wear a pair of jeans that I wore all the time last summer – so I still have a ways to go.

It’s going to be slow. I guess that’s the way it should be, right? Any rapid weight loss I’ve ever had (i.e., whole30) has been almost immediately followed by a regain of that weight. Just doesn’t work that way. Temporary change results in temporary change, for sure.

Woo! Spring is here!


I’m so happy things are turning green and starting to bloom and it’s (mostly) warm.


I think I stay in a fairly depressed state from about December through the end of February – our cold, dreary, unpleasant months – so I’m glad they’re over.

Now? I want to spend all of my time outside (until it’s blazing hot, obv).


We’ve been doing a lot of that – and a lot of talking about some house/yard projects we have on the goal list for this year. It’s just that time of year! I’m ready to get things going.

PB cup thanks to Pinterest. Do this.


I haven’t mentioned this because I didn’t know how it would turn out – and still really don’t know how things are going to go, in general – but in addition to the general dreariness of the weather, the past few months have been pretty bad because Jon’s work situation suddenly became unstable in January when fed agents raided the place.

Jon is in no way involved with any of it and the investigation involves people who didn’t work for him, but … yeah. Things have been stressful for a while. He has worked for his company for nearly 9 years and is the #2 person – and obv his job is crucial to us since he financially carries our household – so … yeah.

It’s been bad. For many reasons.

It’s all working out, though, and we recently got some news that will mean very good things for us, in general – so the cloud of uncertainty and instability that’s been hanging over us for a while is slowly moving out.

I have to say – it was a shit way to start a year that I’d hoped would be positive and all about NO STRESS and getting life back on track. I guess in some way it’s happening since things are seriously looking up as of the past week or so … I guess we just needed to take a roundabout route?

Fingers crossed that things will move forward as we anticipate, for sure.

We did the meals from my trainer again the last 2 weeks, but I failed to take many pics and I’m pretty sure I’ve been fairly negligent with myfitnesspal, too.

One night we had hummus, chicken & quinoa.


Another night we had balsamic chicken, carrots, mushrooms, asparagus and quinoa.


That’s all I’ve got.

Still love them and the ease/time they offer.

We’re taking a break this week since we have a lot going on. We just planned some simple meals for each night and grocery shopped yesterday and did some minor prep to get ready for the week.

The Hal Higdon thing is going well. We’ve been keeping up with it and I’m liking doing each training week twice. The long run has been 4M for the past month, but I’m moving up to 5M this week.

The Knoxville marathon (and half and 5k) happened yesterday, but I didn’t participate. I was a little sad yesterday since my facebook feed was flooded with it and all of my running friends were there, etc.

This morning, my timehop thing – and some new facebook On This Day thing? – are both full of stuff from the last couple of years of races. I’d forgotten I had a party at my house last year after the race.


I miss all that. A lot.

I want to do what I’m doing re: the Higdon plan and run a half distance on my birthday, but I’m contemplating either re-joining my running group (which is a training group with their own plan, but would offer a social community) or going to some of the social runs in town. I want to run alone, but not BE alone.

This summer is looking up now that I’ll (hopefully) not be bogged down by the job stress, so I need to figure something out.

I know I set a goal to do a 5k (or some other race) each month this year – and I know I’m not doing well. I missed February because of the crazy weather and missed March, too, because I just didn’t feel like doing yesterday’s race (or paying for it – it was low on the priority list).

I ran 4M yesterday, though, instead of doing the 5k so I don’t feel TOO badly about it. It’s not like I’m just NOT running. I’m going to try to get back on track in April, though.

I’m still meeting with the trainer once a week and we’re starting her 6 week boot-camp class this Saturday, too – so that will boost me up to two days of strength plus 4 days of running each week.

Overall – I’m doing ok.

4 weeks to go until I’ve finished my first year of the PhD program. Unbelievable.

We’ve had a vacation in the works for a while, but it’s sort of been on hold given the job thing. I think it’s going to happen, though, (and things are officially booked/planned, so … I hope I’m right).


The plan is to start in Salt Lake City and wind up in Las Vegas. We’re going to spend a few days outside Moab and then spend almost a week in SW Utah, so we should have plenty of time to do whatever we want to do.

We’re planning an overnight trip to Idaho Falls because Jon used to live there (and some of his kids were born there) – so I’m excited for him to have that trip down memory lane.

I can’t wait for the semester to end and for summer to arrive. Really. I’m counting the days.

I hate losing weight.

You’d think gaining it would be fun – all the ice cream! – but it’s really not. I hate the out of control feeling that accompanies it for me – and I hate how hard it is to regain control. It’s an emotional struggle for me once I’ve spun out of control.

Unfortunately, I think this latest bout is, by far, the worst it has ever been. I don’t think I’ve ever solidly gained anything near 10 pounds since I started this whole shebang (not counting fluctuations because of vacations or whatever), so this return to old thinking/ways has been pretty eye opening.

I know HOW to lose weight – the mechanics of it are simple enough. Getting my head to cooperate? Not so easy.

I’m doing ok. A body in motion stays in motion or something like that, right? I just have to remain steadfast in my plans to stop behaviors like eating whole boxes of girl scout cookies when I’m not even physically hungry.

Anyway, I just hate this whole thing. I worked pretty hard to have some peace about all of it throughout the past few years and I think I actually had it – overall – and didn’t know it. I was really pretty happy at about 160ish pounds and was easily maintaining and was just … ok.

I didn’t know I was ok, though.

I think I’ve mentioned here before that I haven’t known what “done” might be regarding weight loss because I don’t know any other mode. Gaining or losing is all I’ve ever known. Fortunately, I think this weight gain has helped me figure some things out, for sure.

I’m hoping to get to 160 again soon and then I’m just going to be done. I was maintaining, but I was still operating in weight loss mode – or was at least always still concerned about losing more – but that was stupid. It was a happy, comfortable, healthy weight.

I just need to do the work to wrap my head around there being this place in life where/when I’m not thinking about gaining or losing weight (or actively doing either).

It’s crazy to me that this has consumed so much energy. I know it will be an ongoing battle, but I’m ready to be done with it. (Yeah, I know I’ve said that before.)

We finished out the week with the meals from my trainer and subsequently ordered more for the upcoming week. I’m really happy with how it all worked out.

Wednesday night we jogged to a nearby beer place (what do you call a hipster type place that’s really not a bar – more like a hangout place with food trucks and outdoor seating and all that – but is a bar?) and did a 3M run through my neighborhood that they host. We wound up doing 4M total since we walked/jogged there and back. It was nice to come home and have a decent dinner waiting. Also kept us from eating from the food truck, which was super tempting since other people sitting with us (after the run) were eating.

I had lime coriander chicken, roasted sweet potatoes and steamed broccoli.


Jon had the same chicken with kale salad and cinnamon steel cut oats.


Thursday was “baby day,” so we loaded him up and took him to the greenway for a long walk when Jon got home.


We’ve had to alter the running plan a little to make that our rest day since we don’t have a jogging stroller and aren’t really inclined to buy one right now – but it works. Just means we have to run on Friday nights.


(Baby day is one of my favorite days. I know it’s probably not ideal that I always let him sleep on me vs. taking proper naps, but he’s so gd sweet and cute that I can’t help it.)


Anyway, I had chicken again with quinoa and zucchini.


Jon had pulled pork, roasted potatoes and zucchini.


We had to run Friday night, so we did that (3M) as soon as Jon got home. We talked about going out to dinner, but having the meal waiting in the refrigerator deterred us. I really wanted to follow through with eating them every night to see how they’d go.

I didn’t take a picture and don’t remember what Jon had, but I had chicken (again!) with brown rice and asparagus.


Overall – I’m really happy with how the week went. I’d been concerned about what the quality of the food might be by the time we reached the end of the week, but it was all fine. Very fine. Not a problem at all. I couldn’t tell that it had been sitting in the refrigerator all week.

I started to regret that I’d chosen chicken for all meals (but one) pretty quickly. She has enough to choose from that I was able to create meals that I’m pretty excited about for the upcoming week, though.

Anyway – it’s keeping me on track. It’s saving time and making our nights easier. I’m happy with it.

Jon and I went to the gym for a little while Saturday morning, but then finally had our much beloved treat meal.

(hummus & black beans)


It practically put me in a coma after a week of pretty clean eating. I think my blood sugar was low and then spiked. Whatever it was, I felt awful and just wanted to sleeeeeeep.

Yesterday (Sunday) was gorgeous – so I was super excited about the 4M long run I needed to do.


Molly has been hanging in there really well. She loves it. Jon has been a trooper, too, and has been hanging out with me on my walk/jog thing even though he could very easily run 4M much more quickly despite no recent exercise. His body just … does it. It’s much more natural or something for him. His feet are still bothering him (plantar fasciitis), but he is also concerned about a recent weight gain – so he’s back at it despite that.

Anyway. Pretty good week re: the eating and the moving my body. Now to keep it in motion for another.

Well, my first impression of the meals we’re trying from my trainer? Great!

I picked them up on Monday night when I worked out.


We each picked a protein plus 2 sides for each night from a small list of options. Jon’s child #3 and I chose the 4oz option, which means each side is 1/2 cup. Jon chose the 6oz option, so his sides are each a cup.

Last night I had salmon, roasted potatoes and kale salad.


Jon had a crust-less quiche, roasted onions and peppers and a quinoa.


I worried the 4oz option wouldn’t be enough, but it’s fine. Looks bigger on a plate.


Tonight I had plain grilled chicken, steamed green beans and more potatoes.


Jon had salmon, brown rice and steamed green beans.


It has worked out really well both nights since we worked out with my trainer for an hour Monday night (Jon went with me since my regular partner couldn’t make it) and were super tired because we had stayed out late the night before (seeing Fleetwood Mac!). Definitely a night we would have bitched about having to cook dinner and I would have left the dishes in the sink all night starting the cycle that leads to Mexican restaurants. We had to run tonight since we didn’t do it before work this morning – so again, it would have been another hassle. Instead – took just a few minutes to heat. I think my dinner tonight was $8.50 or $9.50. I’m ok with that.

So far, so good. I’m happy with it. Will report back when we’ve had all 5.

(Out late Sunday night! In the dark! In something other than pajamas!)


Man, it’s been a month.

February was pretty shitty, overall, mostly because of the weather. I think we had two weeks of pretty consistent ice and snow, which is pretty unusual. Classes canceled two weeks in a row, anyway (except we met online in one situation which I hate because I prefer face-to-face communication).

It was pretty, but I got tired of it REAL QUICK.




I hate being stuck at home. Class cancellations just mean more work to catch up.

It was depressing.

Snowing pretty hard around here!

I’m REALLY appreciating the current 50-60+ degree sunny days is what I’m saying.

I’m trucking along with the running thing. The weather meant that February didn’t go very well, but I made it to the gym a couple times without sliding off the road.

I didn’t do an official 5k in February (per my plan to do one each month). I wound up not doing the Valentine’s Day run because the morning option sold-out and we spent the day in the mountains, I think. I intended to do one on the 28th, but it canceled because of the weather. Not a big deal.

The actual half marathon training didn’t start until March 1 (I started Monday, anyway), so I’m good. I’ve decided to do Hal Higdon’s novice plan, but do each week twice. That will take me right up to my birthday – which is the goal.

I’m hoping it will go well. I did my first long run today – 4M. I’m doing a walk/run thing and putting no pressure on myself, so it was very enjoyable.

Plus, SUN!


I’m trying to make an effort to lose this godforsaken 10 pounds I gained. I stopping the gaining, which is great, but it’s going to require actual work to lose the 10 pounds. IMAGINE THAT.

I’m loosely utilizing myfitnesspal, but I’m mostly just focusing on fewer “treat meals” and ice cream trips and smaller portions, in general.

We haven’t created a meal plan for March yet because we’re trying out my trainer’s meals for the upcoming week. We ordered enough for dinner for each night, anyway. I’m hoping this works out because I’m tired of our entire nights being consumed by cooking and cleaning up. Jon gets home around 6, we go to bed at 9 – so that’s it.

I don’t know how to attribute a dollar amount to the time that will be saved, but I’m going to go ahead and say it’s nearly priceless right now. Realistically, buying the food from her isn’t THAT expensive and may not wind up increasing our food budget much at all.

Eating well is a priority, so it’s worth it. I’ll report back about how it goes.

We prepped for the week this morning.

Jon grilled some salmon and chicken, made huge pots of rice and bean-less chili and boiled a bunch of eggs for easy breakfasts and snacks.



He also roasted asparagus, brussels sprouts and okra.



I portioned it all up and we wound up with 15 lunches (meat, rice and veg option, chili, or spinach salad with salmon), which will feed the 3 of us for the week.


We also had enough for lunch for today and some extra rice, too.

So, we’re good to go for the week.

This baby? 8 MONTHS OLD. Crazy.



He is so sweet and nearly always happy.






So fun.

The 2015 report so far:

My semester started in January, Jon traveled nearly every week, I had a stomach virus and jury duty and went on a quick trip to New Orleans. Busy and chaotic, but good.

February = snow/ice and drudgery and sucked.

So far, so good for March. My plan is to work on freeing up some time and mental space so life is more than the drudgery associated with work and basic life maintenance.


Things have rapidly improved since I last posted about 11 days ago or so. Last week was crazy, but it wasn’t nearly as hellish as it could have been. Jon was out of town AGAIN, but I survived.

The Whole30 officially ended, which really just means I’ve reintroduced sugar. And rice (on a more regular basis). And dairy. I don’t really know whether I lost weight because I haven’t been weighing – but I feel pretty good. I’m not squeezing into my jeans, so there’s that.

Overall, I think January was mostly a success. A little too stressful, but nothing of our own making.

I revamped the monthly meal plan for February:


So far, so good. It’s all pretty simple stuff in the meat + veg + potato/rice format that’s easy to prepare. We all still like to have a plan hanging on the refrigerator, so I’m glad I made the switch.

My trainer – Alison – has a food business, so I had considered buying some of her meals for myself and Jon’s child #3 for this upcoming week since Jon will be out of town AGAIN, but I was super busy the day the order was due and never got around to it. I’m not sure what we’ll have this week, but I suspect we’ll figure something out.

I made it to the gym twice last week, but I slacked on yoga and running. I think I took Molly to the greenway once for a few miles.


We spent all day Saturday in the mountains, which was a really nice way to spend time catching up since Jon had just gotten home the night before. It was gorgeous outside and we had the whole day with no distractions (and often no cell phone service). We have this idea that we’re eventually going to buy some land and have a tiny cabin to go to on the weekends, so we go looking sometimes. We looked at 5 cabins (mostly in foreclosure), but I think we’re really more interested in finding the right land vs. finding the right structure. This isn’t on the immediate horizon, but it’s a lot of fun to plan and look.

Yesterday, we caught up on life with the house cleaning and bill paying and laundry and everything else that gets neglected during the whirlwind of the regular week. And caught up on tv watching, of course.

I’m not sure what this week holds, but I’m sure I’ll make it to the trainer tonight and I’m sure I’ll make it to the gym at least once more. I’m thinking I might try some yoga videos at home since I can’t seem to work up the motivation to make it to the studio now that the class ended (it was just a one month beginner thing).

Oh! I have a 5k on my list for this Saturday. I put off registering so long that the 9AM race sold out. They have another one at 11AM that’s not timed (I guess the race is popular?), which is completely fine with me, but I’m not sure that I want to wait until 11A to do it since that cuts right into the middle of the day. I haven’t decided whether I’ll register for the 11A version or just find another one for the month. We’ll see.

Last week really threw me for a loop.

I got home from New Orleans that Saturday morning, Jon spent the afternoon/night at the ER with his child #3 while I had MC, he left to go to Germany that Sunday morning and I wound up super sick with the stomach virus a few hours after he got on his plane. So, the weekend wasn’t great.

I laid in bed and hardly moved all day on Monday, but started to feel somewhat better that night. Tuesday morning I felt ok, so I reported for my first day of jury duty per the summons I’d received a few weeks earlier (Monday was a holiday). I was selected and wound up spending all day Tuesday and all day Wednesday listening to a car wreck case – missing all of my classes for the week. I spent Thursday morning going to a meeting (for school), trying to catch up on life and it was also “baby day” so I had MC for the afternoon/night. I worked all day on Friday (at my job).

I spent every spare minute on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday doing homework and trying to stay caught up with school assignments and freaking out about missing classes.

A stomach virus knocking me out for a couple days + jury duty wiping me out for 2 more full days + classes/homework/school obligations piling up + Jon gone + unprepared for the week = SUPER OVERWHELMED.

I should have tried harder to reschedule or postpone the jury duty, but I didn’t know that I could do that since the website and the instructions they provide don’t offer ANY guidance on that whatsoever.

I missed my appointment with the trainer on Monday because of the stomach virus and rescheduled for Wednesday, but we didn’t finish deliberating and get out of court until nearly 6PM that night, so I missed that appointment with her, too. I missed yoga on Tuesday because the class would have ended too late for me to have made it to jury duty on time and I chose to spend Thursday morning doing homework (since it was due!) so I missed it that day, too. My only options for running would have been in the dark – and I just didn’t feel like dealing with it – so no exercise happened during a super stressful week when I would have greatly benefited.

We hadn’t grocery shopped or prepped for the week since Jon left early on Sunday and I wound up sick – so we had NOTHING available to cook.

I know I ate bananas and Larabars every morning for breakfast since that’s my thing these days and I buy them in bulk.

I grabbed lunch downtown both days of jury duty and did ok, I guess.

(I ate this salad plain and wound up just picking out the chicken. I remember feeling pretty bad since this was the day after the stomach virus situation and I wasn’t 100% back to normal yet. I hadn’t packed lunch or prepared because I never dreamed I’d be chosen to be on a jury and would spend the day in a courtroom.)


(Lunch on day #2. I know the potatoes probably had cream or milk or something, but whatever. I spent that entire early morning working on homework and took no time to pack lunch.)


I picked up salads at Panera or Chipotle for dinner those jury duty nights since they’re easy and whole30 compliant and all that.


I was finally able to pick up some groceries on Thursday morning after my school meeting, so I grabbed a rotisserie chicken and we (me and Jon’s child #3) had our first (mostly) home-cooked meal for lunch.


Jon got home on Friday about the same time I got home from work and things started improving from there. We spent the weekend getting back on track, anyway.

Also, we did this:


(We actually ordered it almost a month ago. It arrived while Jon was in Germany and I was in the midst of chaos, so we picked it up on Saturday morning. This is the first car I’ve had that’s not super basic, ever!)

Things have been ok this week. Just the normal level of busy with classes and homework and all that. Jon’s been cooking per our plan and I’m back on schedule with exercise (and actually just got home from taking Molly on her first ride to the greenway in the new car – did 3.5 miles).


(I’ve been eating rice this week as the whole30 is winding down. I know it’s not whole30 compliant but – realistically – I’m never 100% compliant and I’m ok with that.)


I really can’t believe how much last week threw me off. I would say that I’m impressed with myself for not throwing in the towel and reverting to junk/food to cope with the stress and pressure to get a ton of things done with a time deficit, but I really don’t feel like I made THAT much of an effort to eat decently and treat myself well – even though that’s pretty much what I did. I know how to do it and I WANT to do it and I think the effort I put into the ongoing process to work out the emotional kinks paid off last week. I didn’t need to cope in some unhealthy way, I guess. I just felt stressed and dealt with it.

And bitched a lot. That helps.

Also, I have a pretty great life. I just repeated to myself that nobody was going to die if an assignment was late or if I couldn’t keep up with email or if laundry piled up or if I couldn’t vacuum every day or whatever.

A cupcake wouldn’t have fixed any of that stuff even though I SWEAR my brain told me it would when I walked through the grocery store on Thursday morning.





Well, it happened.

I felt completely fine when I posted yesterday (around 2:30p), but started feeling some stomach rumbles about an hour later. I felt nervous enough that I canceled some dinner plans at 4. By 6:30 it had fully hit me.

This is the strangest illness. I was seriously FINE for almost all of yesterday – and was then so violently sick throughout the evening and night that I was praying for death to take me out of my misery.

Jon’s child #3 gave me some of her Zofran but it did NOTHING even though I took it every 4 hours.

I’m feeling a little better today, but it’s 11am and my one attempt at getting out of bed wasn’t so great – so here I am. With this:


I’ve had 3 sips of apple juice that have stayed down, so I don’t give one shit about the sugar/whole30.

Jon seems to be mostly unscathed, which I’m really happy about.

Anyway, I know I must be getting better because I’m stressing about all of the things I need to do (homework, client appointment, prepare for a meeting later this week, read for classes, etc.).

I’m right at that sick point where I’m too sick to really DO anything, but not sick enough that I’ve got the fuck-its. So, I’m bored. And frustrated that standing up starts up the intense nausea. And weirdly – hungry.

I found out about a workshop this past Monday that I needed/wanted to attend on Friday – in New Orleans (!) – so I scrambled and pulled together a quick trip. I’ve known about the overall (research) conference for a while but hadn’t planned to go – until I changed my mind, obviously.

So, my week was strange – in a busy sort of way.

I went to the trainer and did my thing there on Monday. I went to yoga on Tuesday. I ran/walked 3M with Molly at the greenway on Wednesday. That was it for exercise for the week, though, since I flew to New Orleans super early in the morning on Thursday.

Thursday was day 15 of my latest round of whole30, so I planned to try my best, but I knew there would be meals that would deviate. Not a big deal. I’ve had enough practice over the years to know how to balance – just have to make an effort.

I ate a Larabar for breakfast on the way to the airport and had some nuts and raisins in my bag in case I needed a snack before I got to New Orleans. I usually decline the peanuts or cookies or whatever is offered on planes because they’re rarely worth bothering with.

My boss had given me a list of restaurants to try and touristy things to do during my short trip, so I was motivated. I got to my hotel at lunchtime, walked to the conference hotel to register for the conference and then headed out to find one of the restaurants on his list.


It was raining and windy and cold, but there was a line outside of the place – so I took that as a good sign.

I had run into a friend at the conference hotel, so she accompanied me to lunch and we split a few things to try (shrimp po boy, red beans & rice and seafood gumbo):


The verdict: I felt really sick pretty quickly. Might have been too much to start with after 14 days of really clean eating.

I wasn’t interested in going out to dinner because it was raining and cold and my stomach was still a little iffy from lunch – so I ordered room service fairly late that night when I finally felt hunger (grilled chicken breast, vegetables and sweet potato fries):


The verdict: For some reason, I felt like this was the best meal ever. I think it’s just been a while since I’ve had vegetables with butter on them. They did a good job of just lightly seasoning the vegetables vs. drowning them, which I really appreciated.

I needed to be at the conference at 7AM on Friday, so I got up super early and went to the coffee shop in my hotel. I was able to pull together a really decent breakfast (hard boiled eggs and fruit) once I looked past the pastry case full of stuff:


The verdict: Really happy about this. I honestly had ZERO desire to eat the muffins or cinnamon rolls because the memory of how shitty I felt after lunch the day before was still pretty present in my mind.

I had just an hour between sessions and a meeting, so I grabbed lunch at the conference hotel:


The verdict: Ok. Not the best salad in the world, but it was acceptable. I skipped the ranch dressing since there were large chunks of blue cheese on the salad that were very sufficient in providing flavor plus there was bacon and crab and avocado. Ranch dressing ruins the natural flavor of real food, IMO. I ate a little bit of really fantastic crusty bread, too.

I left the conference around 2 so I could wander around a little. I’d never been to New Orleans and didn’t want to leave without seeing SOMETHING other than my hotel and the conference hotel and the one block between them (and it was a gorgeous day), so I walked to Jackson Square and spent a few hours wandering around.


(Maybe this should be my next exercise goal.)



Little bit of a rough end to my whirlwind trip with a 6AM flight  and a woman openly puking all over the floor in the security line in front of me (and then getting on my flight!), but man - yesterday was great. #latergram

Everyone told me I had to do this, so I HAD TO. For real:


I met up with some people from my cohort for dinner and went to another restaurant on my suggestion list: Commander’s Palace. I didn’t take a picture and what I had appears to not be on the menu on the website – but it was FABULOUS. The whole meal – salad, bread, shrimp dish – was remarkable.

The verdict: Stomach drama again. Nothing to do with the food itself – my body just didn’t want the bread and possibly the oils. I don’t know.

I had a 6AM return flight on Saturday (yesterday), so I grabbed some stuff for breakfast when I made it to Atlanta (nuts, dried apples, banana):


I was starving by the time I arrived, so Jon and I stopped for lunch at a local place (pork chop, plain baked potato, steamed broccoli):


The verdict: I didn’t eat the broccoli because it was swimming in butter. The pork chop was ok. I really like plain baked potatoes (with just salt and pepper) if they’ve been baked in an oven vs. microwaved, which sounds weird – but true – so I enjoyed that. Waste of money, though, really. I could have had a similar but better meal at home – but this was quick and was on the way home.

So – that’s my experience traveling and enjoying myself with the whole30 in mind. The 2 decadent meals that were major deviations caused highly distinct stomach drama, so there’s that. Otherwise – I felt great. I didn’t obsess or worry or go crazy. Just ate what felt right.

Jon’s child #3 texted him while we were driving home from the airport and said she suddenly felt very sick. She was full-blown non-stop puking by the time we got home and had a fever and looked awful, etc. Jon wound up taking her to a walk-in clinic a few hours later. They sent them to the ER because her heart rate was very high.

I’m not sure what’s up – some kind of virus, I guess – but Jon and I are terrified now that we’re next. He’s especially concerned since he sat at a walk-in clinic and then an ER for hours while they hydrated her and got the puking to stop. He’s on a plane traveling overseas this afternoon, so he took a bunch of meds with him just in case it suddenly hits him like it did her.

I REALLY wanted to order a pizza last night since I was tired from my trip and then had MC. At the same time, though, I didn’t want to order a pizza because I knew it would make me feel bad (physically). I waited around for a while to see if they would be coming home before making a really fabulous dinner for myself (tuna fish that I didn’t drain very well with pickles plopped on top):


It was food. I wasn’t hungry anymore after I ate. It was easy to make and easy to eat while I also fed MC.

Jon made a shrimp curry thing for breakfast this morning (Sunday) since he needed to use the shrimp that should have been cooked yesterday:

Clean out the fridge breakfast.

I guess I’m 100% back on track.

I’m happy to be home but swamped with school stuff to accomplish.

(What’s not captured here are his squeals of joy. He loves her.)



(I read something once about not giving kids “screen time” until they’re 3 years old. I think the people proposing that must not need to DO THINGS.)



I’m 11 days into the whole30 now and I’m still feeling great. It’s been surprisingly easy this time around – once I got past the first few really bad days. I think it’s easier partly because I know what to do this time around and partly because I’m just pretty committed to getting back to my old ways.

Yesterday (Saturday) was our first “treat day,” which means we ate in restaurants, but made whole30 compliant choices to reinforce decent long-term behavior vs. going wild.

Jon and I got up early and had a breakfast date at a local diner:


We also grabbed dinner at Chipotle before going bowling. Lunch in the middle was just boring tuna salad at home.

Yeah, cosmic bowling is a thing I’ve done now.


(I actually had a really good time.)

I am really liking the monthly meal plan (vs. our typical weekly plan) because it was SO easy to go shopping and get ready for the week. No thinking today, no hemming and hawing about what to have each night, etc.

Jon roasted a chicken for tomorrow and grilled a bunch of chicken thighs and pork chops, too, for lunches. He chopped vegetables for easy roasting during the week. I boiled eggs and did the easy stuff.

Dinner tonight:


(He made big sweet potato fries in the oven. They have salt, pepper & cayenne on them to spice them up. LOVE. He marinated all the meat in a lime, orange, cilantro, chipotle pepper, olive oil thing he makes. Also LOVE.)

Anyway, things are back to “normal” lately and I’m liking the monthly plan. We all refer to it often, so I think it’s been good for everyone to have it hanging on the refrigerator.

I made it to the Thursday morning beginner class in the series I signed up for (2 days per week for the month of January). I actually liked it a lot. The instructor (or leader or whatever) walked through each thing and then had us try it, adjusted us, talked about what muscles we were impacting, etc.

I’ve never been to an actual yoga studio before. I liked it. Great way to start the day. I had a ton of energy afterward. I’m looking forward to continuing.

I haven’t done a ton of running because my plan is to officially start this coming week (since I needed a week to just be sore from re-starting with the trainer). Jon, his child #3, MC, Molly and I hit the greenway yesterday afternoon, though.


It was 28 degrees, but it was sunny and beautiful. I did a walk/run thing for 3M. Jon ran 3M with Molly. His child #3 and MC walked a couple miles. It was great. Also looking forward to continuing this.

What else?

MC turned 6 months old last week!


He’s still such a sweet and happy boy.



I’m trying with the getting dressed thing. I did actually make some semblance of an effort when I went to work on Friday:


I haven’t put much emphasis on this yet, though, because I’m not ready to buy new clothes. Maybe soon.

Overall, things are really good around here. I know we’re just 11 days in – but we’re off to a good start.




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