1. I don't believe in cleanse or detox diets. Your kidneys and liver should do a great job "cleansing" your body and if they aren't then know amount of Kale is likely to fix that situation. I pretty much agree with everything in this article.
2. I am the heaviest I've been in my life.
So, when some friends from law school decided they were doing one of these diets I decided to sign up. Not because I think it'll actually "detox" me but because the idea of jump starting some weight loss, loosing a couple pounds and feeling better about myself sounded like the right foot to get off on.
It's been a week of low carbs, low sugar, no gluten, no dairy,and no alcohol and here's what I've learned so far:
Protein shakes in the morning might actually be my jam. I've never liked eating breakfast and for the last few months 2 slices of raisin bread with butter has been my standard breakfast. I've switched to protein shakes for this diet and I actually really like the chocolate ones. And it's probably better for me than 2 pieces of bread.
I can trick my body into believing that an apple and some peanut butter (which is actually on the "avoid" list...more on that later) is just as good as a snickers bar. I work next to a burger place and a 7-11. Inevitably, someone at my office makes a junk food run in the afternoon and most afternoons I was eating some sort of sweets; this week I switched to an apple and peanut butter as my afternoon snack and by Thursday I wasn't longing for those m&ms at all.
It's nice to reign in the portions. I've noticed over the last year or so that I've been eating more. Just more. I've definitely felt hungry this past week...but that's ok. It's ok to feel hungry now and then and it's nice to be more aware of how much I'm eating.
Pseudoscience just makes me angry. There's a facebook group associated with this cleanse and it's actually really helpful (for one, they do all the meal planning) but I am having a really hard time dealing with the "science" the group puts out there. Carbs, gluten and peanuts are not inherently bad for you (unless you're a celiac), no scientific study will tell you that they are. Sure, excess in bad for you and I was definitely eating to many donuts. But it's not because carbs are poison (and don't even get me started on gluten). I'm ok with some unsustainable eating habits for a short period of time but my longer term goal is moderation and a healthy diet I can stick with and I'm not sure this toxicity argument is conducive to that.
I'm not actually trying to give up soda. Yes. Yes, I know soda is bad for me but I was miserable dieting without it. I made it three days. And then I thought about it...drinking less soda I can get behind but if I'm just going to add it back in (and I don't believe in tainting a cleanse) then I should just practice that moderation now. On the day of the most recent vet appointment I found myself hungry and grumpy and depressed in the middle of the afternoon and decided it just wasn't worth it. I'm not trying to tank the whole diet but if skipping soda is going to make me resentful about the whole thing then, fuck it, I should add it back in. So I'm letting myself have my morning soda. And yesterday I actually skipped it all together. I'm sure the facebook group would just melt in disbelief but I don't think 6-12 ounces of Dr. Pepper a day is going to kill me. Especially when I'm eating quinoa and protein shakes the rest of the time. There's the added benefit that I am now a more pleasant person to be around than I was last Tuesday.
I like the gym. I decided to head back to the gym and I'm really liking it. I've been four times this week and doing something (working out) feels better than just not doing something (eating meals with cheese in them).
So, in total, I actually think it's going well. I'm liking the healthier eating and I do think I'll shed a couple pounds. I didn't take any real "before" pictures but I'll be sure to keep you posted on how it's going.
Sunday, January 11, 2015
Saturday, January 10, 2015
There are a few moments in life that are truly awful but that you sign up for because the moments leading up to them are worth it. Sitting in your living room and then sitting in a veterinarian's office discussing the end of your pet's life are some of these moments. Really. Truly. Awful.
We returned from California on December 28th and on the 30th Olivia started to get sick. It started with shaking and panting and, being that Denver has had a cold snap recently, I thought my little California dog might just be cold. The panting got worse and we headed to the vet the next day. Our (somewhat useless) vet thought it could be anything from heart disease to pneumonia. We scrapped out New Year's plans and cuddled up to watch the ball drop with our fur family.
The blood work didn't really provide answers and a chest x-ray on January 2nd confirmed there wasn't any pneumonia. No pneumonia is good but still no answers. We were so worried about her that we moved a mattress onto the floor of the living room and camped out there for the next few days.
And then she started getting worse. She started vomiting and stopped eating. Off to doggie ER we went. They gave her some fluids and an anti-nausea but still no answers (but now the guesses expanded into GI issues).
A day later Olivia was on her 4th day of not eating. Her breathing was labored and we'd spend about 4 days keeping vigil, crying and trying to guess if this was the end of my best little dog friend's life. Really, Truly. Awful. She wasn't very responsive and we decided that it was time to go back to the vet. In a last ditch effort the vet at the ER (who we adore!) suggested that we try a steroid because the problem was likely a liver issue.
In what felt like a miracle, the dog ate the next day. I've never been so happy to watch a dog eat my husband's dinner (because she wouldn't eat at all we had started putting our dinner plates on the floor in the hopes that she'd go for it. Turns out that fresh grilled salmon with a side of steroids was Olivia's jam). I think we cried and Olivia got fresh salmon for the next few days.
We've spent the last week going to vet appointments and buying horrendously expensive dog food from local boutique dog food stores. Olivia isn't her old self but she's doing better (breathing normally and eating gourmet food). The internal medicine specialist at the dog hospital says that it's either liver failure or cancer that are making her sick. We've got her on a steroid and a couple supplements and the theory is that those drugs will work for "weeks or months." In the meantime, she isn't in pain...just seeming really old. :(
I think I new it was something terminal the whole time. When the first vet said it wasn't pneumonia my heart sank. Not because I wanted my dog to have a respiratory infection but because I think I knew that pneumonia was out best hope of something treatable.
This is the first time I've had to make end of life decisions for a pet (and I am so glad Truman and I are making it together). We had a cat growing up but I was in college and living away from home so I felt very removed when my mom called and told me that Bailey's time had come. The whole process is difficult and heart breaking...but when you get a pet you know that they aren't going to live as long as you will. I'm thankful that Olivia is still truckin' along...but I can't help but already begin to mourn her health (if not her life). This dog and I have been though thick and thin and this part of "thin" is no fun at all. That being said, she does seem to get a little stronger each day and I am so grateful to still have her around and am definitely hoping for "months" instead of "weeks."
Wednesday, December 31, 2014
I think the annual silly picture recap is my favorite post of the year. You can see previous year's silly pictures here, here, and here.
In February I got Truman this awesome shirt for valentine's day. Pretty sure he hasn't actually worn it. Whatevs.
In March we went to a wedding in the mud, nothing says wedding fashion quite like Sorels. Toto, I don't think we're in LA anymore.
At the end of March Katy entered our lives and our walks had to get longer. Which means Olivia got a sweet ride.
In June we walked in the pride parade and hung out with a condom. This was almost our Christmas card but Truman vetoed.
We also took Katy on her first camping trip. She liked the tent almost as much as she liked face licking.
Tubing with Katy in July.
The dog has her own sleeping bag.
Tiny cup at Sabor
Rockin' a sexy train conductor look while painting the ceiling in our bathroom.
Rain gear at the John Legend concert at Red Rocks.
Vegas was all kinds of silly.
More rain while visiting Yellowstone National Park. I had a lovely chat with a beaver though.
Happy 11th birthday Olivia!
Katy graduated from dog school in October.
The dogs and I had a selfie photo shoot while Truman was away at a conference.
Taking pictures for the "Roll up your sleeve and vote" campaign got a little frisky.
Katy is a pillow thief.
Guilty! Katy was caught red pawed after eating Truman's Christmas present.
And we end with the hottest picture of the year. Truman and I lookin' fly before getting in our go carts to race my parents during our trip to California.
Tuesday, December 30, 2014
I love Christmas in California. People wax poetically about a white Christmas...but clearly none of those people have spent Christmas in California. Warmth and sunshine are where it's at. We spent Christmas eve with the Gonzalez family (and I didn't take a single picture) and then Christmas day with the Mulligans. We spent the next couple days bumming around Southern California, meeting up with friends from college, discount shopping at the swap meet, eating a ton and cuddling with friend's dogs. Per usual, it's a few days later and I'm already home sick.
With my parents on Christmas day
Selfies at Newport Beach
We saw a seal! (or maybe sea lion, I'm not really a marine biologist).
My parents dog Tyson. It was a little colder in California than either of us (me and the dog) were hoping for. Don't believe me about the cold? Watch this hilarious Kimmel segment (it's actually a year old but still totally accurate):
Finally getting to visit with Lindsay, one of my college roomies.
Visiting with David. There's no place like home.
Truman's college roomie has the most awesome little dog. Bowser and I are besties.
We took my parents on a food tour in San Juan Capistrano the tour was a bit disappointing (not nearly as good as the one we went on in LA) but it was nice to spend time with my parents.
Have you been to one of these high speed go cart race tracks yet? They're sort of cropping up all over and while we haven't been to the one near our house yet we did check out the one in Murrieta while we were home for Christmas. My dad wanted everyone to go and we had a great time.
You probably shouldn't talk about religion or politics at family Christmas but you can definitely talk about who kicked butt at go carting.
Chrissy and Brandon
Truman and me
We're not totally sure how it was measured (fastest lap? fastest average?) but Truman managed to come in first.