Reflect and Resolve

It’s New Year’s Eve!


I’m of the age where I don’t go out on New Year’s Eve anymore. Too much responsibility and not wanting to be out and about on what I believe to be the biggest drunken driving night of the year. Plus, I have booze at home.

What New Year’s Eve does for me is make me pause to reflect on the past year and to resolve my plans for the upcoming year. Looking back on what I planned on doing last year, I failed miserably. Mainly because my world turned upside down with depression, we moved halfway across the country, lost my best friend, and the loneliness that goes along with starting afresh in a new city.

Lose weight! Stop drinking! Eat clean! HAH.


I’m in my 40s and I like booze and cheese, but I work out to help counteract that shit so I don’t weigh 300 pounds. I’m lucky I survived.

Speaking of weight…

I made the mistake of weighing myself today.


Let’s just say it’s a number ten pounds heavier than when I started Crossfit.

Which is BONKERS to me. BONKERS.

Why? Well, because my pants still fit. Granted, they fit a bit differently due to all the deadlifts and squats I’ve been doing. Baby got back, y’all! 😀

Admit it. You're hearing it in his voice now. You're welcome.

Admit it. You’re hearing it in his voice now. You’re welcome.

Still, the number itself bothers me. But then, have I changed one iota of my diet since starting Crossfit? Nope. Add to that the fact that you can exercise all day, but if you eat (and drink) a lot of calories, you’re not going to lose weight.

After tonight (because I have a night of cheese and bread planned…heh), I think we’ll be going back to the paleo plan we did last spring because it worked really well for us. Plus, we finally found a place around here that has gluten-free beer/cider (OK on our plan), hamburgers, and sweet potato fries.

Yes, I know it’s a burger and sweet potato fries. But we get the burger without the bun and cheese and sweet potatoes are on the paleo plan, so if we’re going to eat out, why not make a choice in fries that does fit? If we didn’t, we’d fall head first into a large pizza on those nights where I don’t want to cook. Which seems to be often lately.


In other news, it’s below freezing in Oregon.

Goddammit, I moved here to not deal with this shit again. But, at least it’s not 10 below zero like it was in MN last year. Remember the Polar Dash? Remember this day in February?

Fun fact, that was 10 inches of fresh snow and those drifts on either side of my driveway were 5′ deep at that point.

Yeahhhhh…I can’t complain too much. 😀

Happy New Year!

Surprises and Pants

I’ve been quiet on social media and my blogs about my trip from this past weekend because it was a surprise and I didn’t want my parents to get wind of the plans.

My mom turned 75 years old a week ago today. Since this was a monumental birthday – especially with her year-long battle of kicking breast cancer’s butt – back in September my siblings and I cooked up a plan to have a birthday party for her and that I would fly back to Minnesota to surprise her!

The plan was to have the party at the local bar in the tiny town of 600+ people that I’m from. Since one of my sisters lives in the same town that my parents do, I would hang out at her house until the party Friday night. I had to do that because I had limited flights out of Portland and the one I had to take got me there 4 hours before the festivities (and a 7am departure!).

Naturally, my parents show up at my sister’s house unannounced an hour and a half prior to the party. LOL! Luckily, we planned for such an outcome so we could still surprise her so I hid in my sister’s bedroom and she brought Mom over to look at her new paint job in her living room.


Even though the rest of my siblings weren’t there, it was still great to surprise her so thoroughly! She was so happy! 😀

The next day – to the chagrin of my waistline (more on that later) we had our family’s Thanksgiving dinner. All that turkey and gravy and mashed potatoes and dressing and pie. Mmmmmm…pie. Even Moose couldn’t complain about the food.

I even got some great photos:

Speaking of my pants. I had a pair of jeans that I had attempted to put on about a month ago. When I say “attempted” that means that they would barely get over my hips and the hopes of even getting it zipped/buttoned up was impossible. Not unless I used some industrial strength clamps and cut half my body off.

Since starting CrossFit, I have been trying to not weigh myself. I did a few times and the last time I was quite dismayed to see I had gained 6 lbs since I started. Six pounds?! UGH. That’s the heaviest I’ve ever been!! I thought this was going to get me into shape so I could wear my clothes again!

Flash forward to this past Sunday. On a whim, I tried the same pair of jeans on to just see how much further I needed to go in order to wear them again (and to see how much dieting I would need to do).

I was shocked.

I could button and zip them up.

I could still breathe with them buttoned and zipped up.


Needless to say, I did a happy dance. Wearing those pants.


It’s been one month since I tried CrossFit and my goodness I’ve seen results. I’m still heavier than I’ve ever been, but my clothes fit again. I’ll take it.

Carbs, Carbs, Carbs!

Marsha, Marsha, Marsha! Oh wait, this isn’t The Brady Bunch. Things don’t get resolved in a single half-hour episode!

Although I could go for some sweet 70s fashion right about now…




Today I had been feeling run down and I got to talking to my soul-twin Elaine. She’s big into weight lifting and has fully switched to clean eating over the past few months and is an overall badass bitch (this is a good thing). She thought I was missing some nutrients and asked me what my carb/fat/protein ratios were in what I was eating now.

I was all like “uh…I eat foods and stuffs” because I had no fucking idea. I’M NOT A ROBOT.

She ordered me to figure out what I had been eating so I started calculating my food intake for the day, and two things became glaringly obvious:

1. I wasn’t eating nearly enough calories.
2. I wasn’t eating enough fat or carbs.

The beauty of the plan I’m doing now is that I don’t have to count calories. The downside is that while I’m not hungry, I had been inadvertently been starving myself nutritionally. While I’ve been eating very well, those vegetables are really low in calories! Also, since I’m training for a half marathon, I really needed to make sure I was getting all the carbs I needed.

Thus, she gave me marching orders to consume more carbs – and good carbs! Guess I need to go to the store!

Oh sweet potatoes, how I love you so.

Oh sweet potatoes, how I love you so.

Since I was really low on my carbs today by the time I talked to Elaine, I made the call to add a pseudo diet-friendly bit of quinoa to my chicken Mexican bowls1 tonight. I say “pseudo” because it’s technically a grain, but since it’s so high in protein, the less-strict grain-free/dairy-free2 people out there say it’s “ok once a week.”

Now I need to really make sure to keep my carb/fat/protein percentages (40/30/30) in check and to make sure I eat enough calories. Blah blah blah….PROFIT!

Fun stuff!


1 – Chicken and jalapeños sautéed with a bit of chili powder and cumin served over 1/2 cup of quinoa, a bunch of halved cherry tomatoes, an entire avocado (healthy fats, y’all!) and some salsa and lime juice. Fucking delicious.

2 – the diet I’m on is based on the paleo plan, but I’m not going to be all crazy-strict about it. Plus I like butter, so I’m gonna use it.