After the crap I put into my body last night, (the sweets and the alcohol), as the result of a holiday celebration, I decided to drain some tofu, sauté some green beans, bread the tofu with a few bread crumbs, and just keep it simple for dinner. What’d you make?
Instead of the usual mimosas and biscuits, I went for the mixed greens and fake chicken (Gardein) for todays’s brunch. What’s your Sunday brunch tradition?
0 caffeine due to possible ulcer. Head is pounding. Send help immediately.
If you’ve been following along carefully, as I’m sure you have, you’ll recall that mid-26.2, I was halted by a sudden urgency to vomit. And 18 miles into my second marathon, I left my DNA all over someone’s lawn somewhere between Elon and Greensboro North Carolina.
I’d been experiencing some GI discomfort since I got food poisoning in September, and my GP’s explanation just wasn’t cutting it for me. Plus, anytime I ate anything, or even looked at food the wrong way, I’d wake up in horrid pain.
So, since I had the appointment, I didn’t have work, so I dressed extra cute for the occasion. I so rarely look good in public due to the fact that I work out, so when I do dress like a regular human being, I really take it up a notch. Even put on the Spanx under. I felt so cute, in fact, that I took the requisite bathroom selfie for my viewing pleasure later on.
“Work, honey!” I said to myself.
And off to the stomach Dr. I went.
Dr. H: Tell me what’s going on!
Me: [I describe my symptoms to him] Sir, I also threw up in the middle of a marathon.
Dr. H: A marathon?! What is that, like twenty…whatever. That’s extreme.
Me: Well, bye, I never usually throw up when I run so…
Dr. H: [points at the remnants of my green breakfast smoothie] What is that? Does that bother your stomach? I bet! [I start to kind of wiggle from buttcheek to cheek here]. Do you drink alcohol? [I wince right over here]. How about gum…do you chew gum? [I start to fidget in my seat, and bounce my ballet-flatted foot around]. How about coffee. You drink coffee?
Then, being the brilliant, educated young woman I am, I have to explain to Dr. H that I wore Spanx to a gastroenterology appointment, and that he’ll have to excuse me while I wrangle my body out of the giant compression sock I sewed myself into that morning in order for him to you know, examine me. I thought we were just gonna chat! He looked really confused. I’m sorry, dude. I wasn’t thinking.
His verdict?
It’s acid-related (duh), either an ulcer, or some lovely hydrocholoric acid splashing to and fro in my stomach. So the grand list of things I’m no longer allowed to do.
And the kicker? I have to get scoped the day before Thanksgiving, to see how bad my stomach lining is. But on the plus side, it’s a pretty simple procedure, and they’ll IV me up with the same stuff that Michael Jackson used to use to get to sleep. Lucky for me, Dr. Conrad Murray doesn’t have his medical license, so I think I should be decent on, you know, living and stuff.
Alright guys, I’ve already done really awesome, I’m chewing a piece of Eclipse as I write this, and I just slammed a glass of ice water with lemon as a garnish. Jesus take the wheel.
I celebrated Elon University’s Homecoming this past weekend. Elon is many things. It’s beautiful, stunningly beautiful. The student body is smart, attractive, and critical thinkers. And…we know how to throw a party. I’m not really going to get into what all I ate/drank yesterday, but suffice it to say, it was off my normal nutritional path.
So, with the holidays approaching, it may happen. To me, to you, we may overindulge in drinks, food, and feel terrible about ourselves for the rest of the day. So what do we do when we overindulge? With the help of our friend, hot mom, Maria Kang, I’ve compiled a few tips to help you beat after-overdoing it despair. Not that I’d know…
So you’ve actually overdone it, and you feel like you need to be rolled to you car…
Do you guys have any tips you like to follow to get back on track after a particularly gnarly meal?
3 days until the Greensboro marathon. I suppose it’s time to start making my list, my pyscho list of all the things I need.
But before then, I have a serious question.
It’s really quite horrid.
But last marathon, I wasted almost 10 minutes looking for a bathroom, and then executing the bidness, because port-a-potties horrify me in all sorts of ways.
There are a few precautions I can take to make sure this doesn’t happen. Like caffeine-free gels and Gus, or saving the caffeine for the very end so it barely matters. But I saw a tip a few issues of Runner’s World back that recommended pounding a shot of Imodium before the big day.
For some reason, this really concerns me. I don’t want to like, stop my body’s natural reaction to all the jostling, the nerves and the nutrition, but is it worth it to spare me a trip to the gross bathrooms and shave a little bit off my time?
But first, a story.
So I dropped my rings off out the jeweler to be cleaned, as I’m going to a wedding this weekend, and when my boos I haven’t seen in a while ask to see my hand, I don’t want them to recoil in horror.
Two rings, my engagement ring, and a claddagh I wear that Austin gave me to replace a gross crusty one I’d been wearing for years. I understand that the claddagh is an Irish thing, but I love the tradition, and my roommate went to Ireland our junior year in college, so whatever, arrest me if you don’t like it when I wear it.
When I go back a few minutes later to pick up my ring, the guy bounds out of the back room with my rings.
::points to my engagement ring::
“That is a cool-lookin ring! And eh….explain this to me?” ::points to my claddagh.”
I was confused. What about the claddagh ring was confusing to him?
“Oh, you must date a white guy, huh?”
I gave him a blank stare.
“You know, cause it’s Irish? White guys are the only guys buying these things?”
I think it was surprised by my cool response, but he needs to mind his bidness! Appreciate the compliment on my ring, but, the prying about the race of my fiancé is weird.
Moving right along!
We’re almost nearing the end of wedding season, and I’m attending another this weekend, this time in Cincinnati, Ohio. That means another drive, coffee shops, and gas station food. So the challenge for this weekend? Let’s eat as healthily as humanly possibly with the potentially limited options that a gas station and road food has to offer. I’ll take pics, and hopefully help you out for your next long trip.
So the awesome folks at Zico sent me over a case of both plain and chocolate coconut water, and I have to admit, I totally didn’t even know what the heck to do with it.
I like coconut candies? I like shredded coconut, but for whatever reason, me and coconut water never got on particularly well. But it’s been all over lately, and I think it’s worth another look.
So Zico Pure Coconut Water is marketed really well. It comes in sweet little bottles that look chic, so you’d actually want to be seen drinking it. The draw of coconut water, as a supplement to your normal water intake (not a replacement!) is that it contains a few additions that you might need, especially after prolonged periods of exercise. Endurance athletes, especially, may find this useful, because coconut water can replace sodium and electrolytes lost without laying on a ton of sugar or calories.
| Nutrition Facts Serving size: 1 bottle 14 fl oz (414 mL)Serving Per Container: 1 |
Ingredients: 100% natural coconut water from concentrate, natural flavor. |
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The way I chose to incorporate it was to use it in a recipe!
Excuse the fact that my life is a complete mess there on the coffee table. Just…don’t judge me.
Okay, so I tend to use this one for a kind of meal replacement for breakfast, as I tend to only do like a piece of toast or something like that before I do an early morning long run, to replace lost sodium and such. I know, that for me in particular, this is important, because my sweat seems to be a little saltier – usually after a long, long run, if I let the sweat dry before I hop in the shower, I literally have salt crystals on my face.
sweet-ass recipe with less dairy and sugar than your normal
-Get your frozen fruit together. For the plain coconut water, I stuck with the tropical theme and did a sort of tropical medley. This is like mangoes, pineapples, strawberries, and a few peaches. Fill up the cup you’re gonna sip this out of like 3/4ths of the way.
–Protein/Iron/Nutrition Addition do a little dollop of plain Greek yogurt or a handful of spinach in the blender. The yogurt will make it creamier, and the spinach will turn it green. Don’t let the green freak you out.
–Dump it in the blender. All of it.
–Cover the fruit with the coconut milk. And blend til the center tornado in the blendah is really moving.
And drink it up! Feeling creative? Do strawberries, and swap the plain coconut for the chocolate! Or if you love the taste, chill some, and keep it on hand (along with a protein source) for after a long workout!
First and foremost, let’s address the VMAs shortly. This is the time we actually get to see what the artists can do, can they deliver on the songs of the summer?
Okay, now moving right along!
My little 7-Day Sugary Cleanse
So, just in time for me to break my unhealthy relationship (addiction) to the white stuff, my dear husband-to-be, returning to Raleigh from a visit with family, brought an apple pie to me, knowing that I loved the crust. Seriously, dammit. I sadly looked at the pie, and put it in the freezer for company or something at a later date.
This is harder than I thought it would be.
I went to make some Nutella and toast this morning. DANG. Too much sugar. Okay, reached for a regular coffee and a homemade smoothie instead. I passed the Starbucks, and thought of how a scone might taste. What is wrong with me?! It’s not as if I eat this dessert stuff breakfast, lunch, and dinner, but even denying myself Nutella is spinning my thoughts like cotton candy? Dang, there I go again!
Ugh, sugar, why can’t I quit you!?
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