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Where would you bring me?

Thursday, May 12, 2011

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EDITED TO SAY: If you didnt win—you may purchase your own sets RIGHT HERE! I always keep them in my car…   at the ready for a pre-breakfast kitchen workout** Lost my FREAKIN MIND Noticed they were mentioned HERE . I bring em to the gym so I can borrow their weights   but OF [...]

Seasonal allergies & depression: my misfit PSA.

Wed, Apr 18, 2012

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To know me (I typically add “in real life” here, but this time Im fairly certain I held it together notsomuch online either) is to know I’ve struggled recently.

I havent been myself.

Instead of leaping out of bed excitedly to greet the day—Ive dragged my sorry ass up & to the coffee maker whining the entire way.

Lamenting how exhausted I am.  Moaning about how I dont want to work. Groaning about bus stop waits & soccer practices.

This is totally not like me.

I love my workjob.  I cant believe Im paid to blog and write.

I’ve never needed an alarm because Im *always* eager to meet each morning (Im a puppy that way).

Now layer on top of the aforementioned whining a complete lack of interest in anything.

A longing to loll in bed all day.

Not reading & snacking or movie watching & munching  (two ways I readily acknowledge Id *always* wanna spend a day.  those are my ideas of day-perfection.), but just supine and, well, sad.

And, because Im nothing if not an Emmy-worthy actress (not), The Tornado began apologizing and proffering notes like the one pictured above.

(The note reads I am sorry Mom.  I cant blame being depressed for my not correcting the “sre” for sorry.  I was inexplicably mamatouched by her misspelling.)

Of course I told her she didnt do anything wrong.

Yes I let her know I was just sad and tired and I didnt know why.

And I didnt.

Id never been depressed & it was only when I cried to Ren Man about how I just didnt have it in me to work or tweet or facebook or do the laundry or brush my hair—-did it occur to me precisely what I was describing to him.

I wasnt myself.  I was a depressed version of me.  A version Id never been.

I immediately did what all good bloggers do when it’s nighttime & they thinks they’ve solved a problem: I hit Google to be sure.

I read lots of articles about allergies & depression and those (coupled with my chronically itchy, oozy eyes & throat so sore I felt as though I had strep) provided the OOOOH moment I needed.

I took action from there and learned my malaise was, indeed, linked to Austin’s chart-bursting pollen count.

Intellectually I knew I lived in the self- proclaimed ‘Allergy Capital of the USA’ yet since I had no idea about the link between seasonal allergies & depression it took far too long (and far too many depressed texts. sorry about that.) for me to put this all together.

Hence this almost-fitness but more mental health PSA.

Whether you live in the (Live Music &) Allergy Capital of the USA or not—-consider yourself warned and alerted.

Whether your signs of sadness & lethargy are seasonal allergy related or not—consider yourself more aware than I.

(We can discuss the fact I have my masters in counseling later if you’d like.  oops!).

Now you.

Have you ever experienced depression as a by product of seasonal allergies? Or does this, at first glance, all seem as off-the-wall to you as it did to me?
Have you experienced depression in general?  I know before I thought I was able to understand how it felt—-and I had no idea.

Id love to hear your thoughts in the comments below.

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No flipping time for fitness.

Tue, Apr 17, 2012

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I need more ideas or a smaller jar.

 

Ive ranted ad nauseum about how my workouts are brief.

The thing is, whether your workout du jour is 2 hours or 20 minutes,  it *still* requires you find.the.time.

What about those days where, no matter what you do, life conspires to steal your exercise time away?

Or the days where, despite valiant efforts, every.single.thing. goes wrong as you strive to steal some YOUtime? (not that Id know anything about that one).

I give you my 5 best tips for days when the world seems to be against finding time for a full-on traditional workout.

With special emphasis & “try this! try this!” for numbers 3 and 5.

1. Meditate. Too often we view meditation as an act which requires tremendous time commitment (not to mention oodles of preparation). This does not have to be the case. Steal two or three minutes to stop, pause, unplug, and just be still.  Use this time to wholly focus on releasing tension and capturing the same feelings you have after a challenging, sweat-producing workout.

2. Help others. Nothing makes us feel better than a good ole case of Helpers High.  No time to volunteer traditionally? Email a struggling friend a note of encouragement.  Heading out for coffee? Take a moment to see if you can bring anyone else a cup.  Hold the door for someone.  Heck, even a simple smile can be a kind act which changes someone’s day—and makes YOU feel better, too.

3. Laugh. (Or, if you’re me some days a tough customer in a grumpy mood, at least smile) Take a moment and grab whatever it is that makes you giggle. A silly movie. A television sit-com or even phone a funny friend. While exercise is fantastic for us laughter also serves as a powerful stress reducer.  A good guffaw relieves physical tension (for up to 45 minutes!), can help boost your immune system, increases your blood flow (always good for reducing heart attack risk!), releases those endorphins we all seek and burns approximately 100 calories per twenty minutes!

4. Take full, deep breaths. When we are stressed (as we can be on the days life steals our workout time) we shift to shorter, shallower breaths.  This manner of breathing causes fatigue, increased stress, and is even correlated with triggering anxiety/panic attacks.  If time forces you to skip your workout make the time to stop and focus on your breathing pattern. Check out your posture. Don’t slump or hunch which encourages shallow breathing. Inhale and exhale deeply. Allow your abdomen to move as you breathe. Slow frequency of breaths. I’ve found breathing in for 4 seconds, holding for 2 seconds, and then breathing out for 4 seconds provides me stress relief which can rival my recumbent biking.

5. Create a fitness jar. No time for a full-fledge workout? Make today when you finally create a fitness jar. Snag some scraps of paper & write down as many non-gym workout ideas as you can think of (skating, hula hooping, exercise DVDs, jump rope, walking, basket ball, playground time, biking, pogo-sticking are but a few).  Even if you dont have time for the workout TODAY you’re now all set up for success for the next time life has you harried.

 

Whats your approach when life gets in the way of fitness?

Do you chalk it up to a rest day or try, as I do, and fight back with “creative” fitness?

Would you be annoyed with me if I lovingly remind you 30 minutes of movement is only TWO PERCENT of your day?

please to hit us up with your suggestions, tips & whinings in the comments below.

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Four shocking things about Egg Beaters 100% Egg Whites.

Mon, Apr 16, 2012

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(Id estimate my body is 83.3948% EB Whites)

 

  •  They’re all egg whites.  Nothing else.  By way of full disclosure Im not certain I knew this when I professed my undying love and begged them to hire me before we had our first official conference call.  I’d eaten Egg Beaters for decades.  I was 100% smitten with how easily they slipped protein into my day.  I didnt give much thought to whether they were 100% whites or not—but they are. Just the (pasteurized) whites nothing else. Who knew?
  • Ren Man is now not only eating them he’s getting creative.  Oh that I could impress upon you how SHOCKING this fact is.  Ive been married to this man for 15 years.  Ive been ‘with him’ for over eighteen years.  He’s always been supportive of my EB LOVE.  He’s never minded if the whites appeared in a recipe. He is now motivating to make.his.own.  (Ill give you a moment to let that sink it.)  After seeing my video (!) his new go-to breakfast is the Eggy Mug Scramble.  This is shocking to me & a good reminder we should practice not preach.  It works!
  • Egg Beaters 100% egg whites are entirely what my body needs  to liftbikehulahoophopscotchmonkeybarANDfrolic my butt off (MizFit note: the advertisement above is all in silliness).  I credit protein for helping me maintain my weight-loss & adore the easy manner in which Egg Beaters fit into my life.  And The Tornado’s.  And she’s thisclose to making them herself (ooh foreshadowing).
    • Egg Beaters is letting me take over!  (Today it’s just their FACE BOOK PAGE, but you never know what tomorrow may hold!) I’ll be over there all day hanging out, chatting and discussing *everything* fitness and healthy living.  Come join me?   I’ll be waiting….

This post is sponsored by Egg Beaters. 

The fact I credit them with helping me maintain my weight-loss for 18 years is a complete & total surprise to them.

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Running for the “Non-Runners” (guest post).

Fri, Apr 13, 2012

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I am not a natural runner.

Running isn’t easy for me.

I don’t put on my running shoes and go out for a run expecting the experience to be easy breezy. No matter what my running pace – whether I’m running a race and giving it my all, or telling myself to take it easy on a long run – running is hard work!

Throughout college, I worked out regularly, but was never a runner.

When I graduated I found myself in a full-time job that wasn’t very demanding or stimulating. While this may sound like a blessing (and having a job is!), it also left me feeling unfulfilled and in need of a challenge.

I went to the gym frequently, but never really ran on the treadmill or outside. My workouts mostly consisted of strength workouts (my favorite!), steady-state cardio on the elliptical or a group exercise class.

I was very intimidated by running.

Everyone I knew that ran regularly was really into the sport, ran with local running groups and wore all of the official gear. Their running watches tracked their crazy-fast paces, their dri-fit clothing fit perfectly and I doubted my own abilities to ever feel like a real runner, though the interest was there.

I began looking into running races, thinking that running a 5K might provide me with a decent challenge. I made it my goal to run the 3.1 miles non-stop in August 2007. My goal for my first 5K was to simply run the whole thing.

When race-day came, I headed to the start line with my own personal running mantra for the day: “Just keep running. Run as slow as you want, but just keep running.”  Knowing I could run as slow as I wanted, even if it meant that I was practically walking, made me feel less nervous.

I managed to accomplish my goal and ran the entire thing.

I even surprised myself by enjoying the experience. I loved the energy of the race and the camaraderie I felt with the other runners who shared a similar interest in fitness.

The 5K was enough to spark my interest in other running races. I searched for 5Ks and 10Ks in my area, feeling nervous and excited about the possibility of training for a longer race.

When I saw that there was a half marathon at the beginning of December 2007 in Orlando, I immediately became interested.

Could I do this? Could I really run 13.1 miles?

I knew in my heart I finally found the goal I was looking for. Committing to running a half marathon would require lots of training, patience and time and I set out to find a training plan I thought I could follow.

I found several training plans on Hal Higdon’s website and thought that the “Novice” plan seemed like a perfect fit.

Since my goal for the half marathon was to run the whole thing and simply cross the finish line, this plan was ideal. It didn’t complicate training with speed drills, hills or anything that overwhelmed me.

I veered from the training plan a bit, but followed it almost exactly when it came to the long runs. The only long run I missed was the 10 mile run the week before the race because I was sick on the day I typically did my long run (Sundays).

The longest run I did before the half was a nine-mile run, which made me a little nervous. The actual race distance was 4.1 miles more than that!

On the day of the race, I was a bundle of nerves. I told myself to trust my training and my body.

And then I did it. I ran the whole thing.

When I crossed the finish line I felt proud and powerful! Knowing that I just accomplished something I never thought I could accomplish just months before was surreal.

I used to think about my lack of natural running ability as a setback, but now I look at it as a gift.

Since I know I am not going to bust out a half marathon in 1:30, I don’t feel the pressure to run really fast. I allow myself to enjoy the running experience and run at a pace that is comfortable for me. Though I know many runners thrive on running fast and beating previous times, eliminating the pressure of running for time allows me to enjoy long runs and races.

I don’t take my running too seriously other than when I am training for a long race.

I love committing to training, but also enjoy my time away from training for distance races when I can focus on my favorite circuit workouts.

Running is a tricky thing for me.

Sometimes running and I are the perfect pair. Sometimes our relationship is a little rocky. But now I know I can do it.  I can be a runner.

Julie, AKA Peanut butter Fingers, was lovingly dragged over here by me to guest post.  She and I are remarkably similar with regards to running (though, to my chagrin, she’s a far better cook).  We will be speaking together on a panel in N.Y.C. this May about the Business of blogging.

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Weight-loss is simple.

Thu, Apr 12, 2012

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Or so I used to say until my husband set me straight.

Today is a post sponsored by Attune Foods.

I am an Attune Foods brand ambassador.

I adore their products (Ive been a fan since the 90′s) yet almost more than that I adore the opportunity to chat over there about topics I dont address here.

Gluten-free living.

Weight-loss.

Healthy eating.

Mindful snacking.

And, today, the fact I used to say weight-loss was simple.

It is—just not in the fashion people assumed I meant.

Join me over there to chat?

 

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No, Im not pregnant (& other embarrassing tales).

Tue, Apr 10, 2012

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Monday was great.  Rejuvenating.

Hanging out with The Tornado/her friends and just *laughing* with moms I didn’t know well before yesterday.

For this misfit who can work too much & verge on being a hermit it was a *very* welcome weekday change.

Ill spare you the majority of the conversation details (oooh forshadowing! hints of post to come!), but as often happens when women gather our conversation turned fitness and weight-loss.

Fitness, weight-loss, and awkward life moments  (to differentiate from negative self-talk, fat talk and other sorts of conversations this blogger works to avoid and/or turn to the positive).

And, as often happens with people who arent aware Ive not always been fit & healthy, one woman looked over at me and joked:

Can you even relate to any of our stories? I bet you cant, can you?

“Oh Sister,” I longed to say yet knew I didnt know her well enough for said sister reference. “I can relate.  Ive been there, experienced that, and yes he thought I was pregnant.”

It would make for a better story, perhaps, to say Id entirely forgotten about these interactions until yesterday’s conversation, but I’d be lying.

I may have moved past—but I definitely remember.

The first was so predictably awkward & verging on trite it still feels as though it belongs more in a trashy TV sit com than in a real occurrence.

I was car shopping.  I owned a large dog.  I was aware I probably didnt want to own an almost-minivan sized car, but thought I’d wander around the *entire* lot before committing to a test drive.

(do you know where Im going with this?)

The salesman followed close behind making a valiant effort to spark & keep a conversation flowing.

(Im sure you can guess now?)

I approached the ‘too big for my needs but would rock with a dog’ vehicle.  I opened the trunk, peered inside & tried to imagine my canine leaping into the back.

(now you know, yes?)

“Oh!! I see! Youre expecting!! How exciting!!”  the salesman said as he scampered to my side.

I wasnt.  And of course being who *I* was, I grew embarrassed for HIM.

The next interaction was far more humorous even in the moment, but also transpired in front of someone (someone I eventually married) I wanted to impress.

Ouch.

Three of us were hanging out and the conversation eventually turned to tattoos (shocking, I realize).

My then-boyfriend Ren Man said to his friend:

You should see the tattoo around her navel! Show him your Star of David!

Before I could we were distracted by something and it was only later I remembered I was going to show Ren Man’s (very fit) friend my navel art.

I got his attention, lifted my shirt slightly (just enough so he could see the ink) and waited to see what he thought.

Without missing a beat he glanced at my belly and said (loudly):

That’s not so bad. You can probably lose that pretty quickly.

Ouch.

Whats my point with all this?

In a small way it is a reminder never to judge a book by its cover a person by how s/he currently looks.

In a bigger way yesterday was a reminder for me of the positive-power of being able to laugh at situations & ourselves and how contagious laughter can be.

I didnt laugh back then.  I only mildly chuckled a year or so later.

Yesterday, as we normalized each other’s experiences & laid witness to how far we’d each come (emotionally and physically), all of us were able to find at least some small humor in the awkward life experiences we shared.

Do you find yourself over-sharing these days or am I the only one whos apparently lost her filter?

Do you ever spy a fitleanbuff woman & assume she’s always looked that way?

Anyone wanna join me in calling a good, hearty belly laugh her exercise for the day?

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Old hands.

Mon, Apr 9, 2012

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Anyone else recall the (late 70′s) commercial where two women compare the tops of their hands & the chronologically OLDER is proud to possess “younger looking hands” all thanks to XYZ product?

Was it Palmolive?!

Anyway…

I somehow internalized way.back.then. my age would always be revealed by the state of my ‘hand skin.

I also somehow internalized (I was a misfit way back then) this was an interesting thing & not a ‘bad’ thing.

Rather than fret about wrinkles or whatever age-spots (another 70s term) might be coming my way I looked forward to possessing these as a sign of having lived.

I still do.

My rapidly wrinkling hands make me smile.

Not only am I thankful to still be here no matter the state o’the hands—my calloused, rough hands are emblematic of all Ive done & the fact Ive LIVED & not let life pass me by

Last week I surprised The Tornado at school for lunch & snapped a picture of our hands.

As my smartphone camera froze & clicked I was was shocked how old the hands in the frame appeared.

Her hands.

These have seemingly vanished overnight.

The chubby, dependent pair has been replaced by hands which, to my biased mama-eyes, look stronger, sturdier and far more capable.

Hands which look able to give as well as receive.

Im off to spend the day with those hands (& the child attached to them).

Im taking advantage of Easter Monday off from school and making her weave those newly sturdy fingers in mine.

Whether you have the gift of Easter Monday or not—I encourage you to take a moment today to take note of the myriad strong, loving, capable, having-lived hands around you.

And, if youre feeling ballsy like some closeness make their fingers intertwine with yours, too.

comments are closed.
go grab you some hands.

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Cows dont shoot (guest post)

Fri, Apr 6, 2012

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On March 13th Time Healthland tweeted “The deadly dangers of eating red meat” which linked to their blog post “Eating Red, Processed Meat Raises Your Risk of Early Death.” A paper in Wyoming ran “Red Meat Kills.” Questionable science aside, these are, in my opinion, irresponsible headlines. Sending people running from a hamburger as if a cow is going to jump up off the plate and shoot you in the head is not going to improve anyone’s health. Really, folks.

By the next day my email boxed was full with concerns from panicked patients who I had put on a high protein diet based on their own individual risk profiles and health conditions. People were frightened, and for good reason. Death is a scary prospect for most, and when we are told what we are eating is going to kill us, we panic. The truth is that there are far worse things than a bit of grass fed red meat in our diets. But that’s another post.

This kind of dramatic reporting isn’t a rare occurrence. Just off the top of my head I can think of several examples of studies throwing us the final word on what is and isn’t healthy:

  • Hormone replacement therapy. 1991 Prevents heart disease. 2008 Causes heart disease. 2010 Prevents heart disease.
  • Antidepressants. 2009 They don’t work. 2012 They do work.
  • Antibiotics for sinus infection. 1996 They work. 2012 They don’t work.
  • Caffeine. 1978 Raises blood pressure, don’t drink it. 2011 Prevents heart disease in the elderly, drink it.

The only thing everyone can really agree on is that experts never agree on anything. And truthfully, most statisticians will tell you that results of studies are often massaged to get the answer that the researcher is looking for. Not to mention that studies may never be released if what was set out to be proven, isn’t.

That leaves the average person with the media (including social media) blasting sensationalist headlines often handing us yet another reason to beat ourselves up. What we thought was healthy, isn’t. What we thought was the right thing is the wrong thing. The two most common outcomes of this sensationalism are jumping on bandwagons or throwing our hands up in the air and saying “forget it, it’s impossible to make the right choice.” Extremes. And we all know that extremes are never a good answer.

So what is there to do?

  1. When you’re on twitter or facebook and see the headlines that put you in a panic about your health or your life, stop, take a deep breath, and take whatever it is with an initial grain of salt.
  2. Wait a few days to see how the medical community responds to the information. If you’re more holistically oriented, see how the alternative medical community responds to it. If you’re oriented toward Western medicine, watch sites like WebMD.
  3. Have a health practitioner who you trust who can talk to you about the actual numbers in the study and how they apply to you, personally. A health practitioner who can work with you not only to treat your medical problems, but prevent problems from occurring in the future. Understand fundamentally that the specifics of what you need are specific to you.
  4. Put your logic on. Association is not causation. In other words, just because two things happen together (eating red meat and slightly decreased life span) doesn’t mean one caused the other. If several times in a row your mother calls when you’re in the bathroom, it doesn’t mean that going to the bathroom makes your mother call. Or that your mother calling makes you go to the bathroom.
  5. Put the information in context. If there were one diet that worked to keep everyone healthy, trust me, we’d know about it.
  6. Remember, most importantly, that we don’t know more than we do know. There’s a universe out there of information we don’t yet know how to gather. The be all and end all today may not be the be all and end all tomorrow.

 

Dr. Samantha is a licensed naturopathic physician and acupuncturist, health educator, writer, cook and owner of Evergreen Natural Health Center in Portland, OR. These days when she’s not seeing patients she’s either playing with the fam or hanging out on her blog, twitter, facebook or pinterest. She’d love to see you there!

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Join me in exercising *less*?

Thu, Apr 5, 2012

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I'm coming for you!

 

I know.

In this day & age when everyone  is admonishing us to Up!The!Exercise! I’m here & waiving the “sometimes less (time) is indeed more (results)” flag loud & proud. 

(A flag which is, alas, not quite as fun as my freak flag. Youll have that.)

I’m frequently challenge by people when it comes to my workout routine (or, more aptly put, my lackthereof).

They question my brevity (My workouts are short but intense).

They struggle with the idea I squeeze in fitness where I can, when I can & completely non-traditionally (Im not competing! This approach works just fine).

They can’t seem to accept if they aren’t where they *want* to be right now that perhaps doing less but more consistently could be the answer (Ive been there & overtrained that. I can entirely relate).

And, while I like to hope you’d immediately hop my brevity-bandwagon & merely take my misfit word for it—-I know many of you are hardcore folk.

From this soft of core woman I give you my 4 reasons why I firmly believe less.is.more.

 

1.        High-intensity interval training is twice as effective as normal exercise.  Intense interval training means working very hard for a few minutes with rest periods in between sets. Interval training can double endurance, improve oxygen use/strength by more than 10 percent, & speed by 5 percent. Studies in the elderly and in heart patients found better oxygen use and fitness after doing interval training.  Interval training also makes for shorter workouts.

 

2.     You’ll never over-train.  When I was a personal trainer many of my clients would see results & start exercising more in order to see more results.  Initially this plan would work. After a few weeks, however, the results would drop-off dramatically due to over-training.  Consider this fact: not giving your body the rest it needs is almost akin to not working out at all.  Exercise.  Move daily.  Consistently over time.   Unless you are training for competition there’s no need for marathon-length workouts.

 

3.       It’s the fits & starts that kill us.  Sure I’m being hyperbolic, but let’s talk self-esteemRemember the last time you started a workout program? How you planned out 60+ minutes of exercise six days a week?  How fantastic you felt about yourself….until life derailed you & you fell off the workout wagon?  This time plan an amount of exercise you can fit into your life today and forever.  Less exercise time plus ZERO fits & starts  = happier and healthier you.  For me that’s 30 minutes a day.  Every day.  No “starting Monday I will…” ever.  I’m healthier and I feel better about myself through setting realistic goals and achieving them.

 

4.      Exercise should fit into your lifeyour life shouldn’t have to be fashioned around your fitness routine.  It’s recommended that adults get 150 minutes of exercise per week.  For those of us working out for overall fitness and not competition, this number is a reasonable and healthy goal.  Try breaking these 150 minutes down into short ten minute bursts!  Take a ten minute power-walk, three times a day, five days a week.  Jump rope or hula hoop for ten minutes at a time, three times a day, five days a week.  You get the idea.  Less time at the gym exercising traditionally does not have to mean a less-fit you.

And you?

Have you had an experience where you ratcheted back the workouts and discovered, to your delight, you both gained (muscle strength energy) and lost (bodyfat)?

Do you remain in firm disagreement with my stance and remain strong in your belief to gain and lose we need the long workouts?

Please to hit us all up in the comments below.

Im off to workout, but, uh,  Ill see you back here in ten minutes or so…

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Do you sneak food?

Tue, Apr 3, 2012

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there's squash in here ya'll!

This post has been languishing in drafts for a while.

It’s something I think about pretty much daily—yet I wasnt sure it was completely post-worthy until a Twitter chat last week.

The chat focused on healthy living & children (starting NOW please to feel free to substitute spouse/partner/friend for the words CHILD or KID)

One of the questions asked for our best tips on sneaking healthy food into our kids’ meals.

And, as per this languishing-in-drafts post, I thought:

Im completely, entirely, wholly & utterly anti-sneaking.

And, as per my lack of filter these days, I tweeted precisely that. 

Out of all the chat attendees only one other woman agreed with my perspective.

Allow me to back up a moment.

Remember when Jessica Seinfeld came out with her Deceptively Delicious cookbook and prattled on & on about how she’d created a way to sneak veggies into her kids’ (& Jerry’s) meals?

I rolled my misfit eyes.  Hard.

This concept is nothing new (which she eventually acknowledged).

My own mother-back in the 70s-experimented with black bean brownies.

I remember because she laughed to me about how we werent supposed to be able to taste the beans and invited me to help her concoct them (you cant taste the beans. the brownies rocked).

Ive chosen to parent in this same way.

I love the notion of slipping veggies into unexpected places and all the better if in said places you cant taste them at all tell they’re there!  (ala our fave Shrek Shakes).

Where the other twitterchat attendees and I parted ways was in the sneaking.

Id be lying if I didnt say it can be a struggle to maintain the Tornado’s healthy eating habits (thanks Kinder!), yet I firmly believe if I “sneak” veggies she’s not creating a lifestyle she’ll maintain.

We make a game of sneaking on ourselves.

We slip in things we both dont really like arent tremendous fans of & see if we’ve created a way in which we’ll eat them!

We make a game of sneaking on ourselves.

We use our imaginations in the kitchen to find a tastier vehicle for our veggie consumption.

We make a game of sneaking on ourselves—but she’s always aware the healthy, good-for-you stuffs are in there.

I agree with the men & women who asserted pureeing/sneaking is an easy, painless method for getting our kids (spouse/partner/friends) to eat more veggies.

I just question, still, if it’s a method which will be a disservice to them in the long run?

And you?

  • have you successfully sneaked veggies into a loved one’s food & feel firmly it’s the way to go?
  • are you a fan, as I am, of the open-sneak and believe we can teach healthy eating that way?
  • do you wish this post had remained in drafts where it mightcould really have belonged?

 

Please to hit us up in the comments below.

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