Thursday, January 29, 2015

Colorado Hispanic Bar Association Outstanding New Hispanic Lawyer Award

This past weekend I received that Colorado Hispanic Bar Association's Outstanding New Hispanic Lawyer award. Awards are fun...especially in the legal world where self promotion is so ingrained in our culture. Since I work in nonprofit land rather than practicing traditional law I have a bit of an inferiority complex so I felt a little self conscious about the award but it was still super exciting. 

My parents came to Colorado for the dinner at the Ritz-Carlton and Truman's parents also joined us. We all had fun getting dressed up and celebrating. 






You can also see picture from Latin Life Denver here

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

The diet: weeks 2 and 3

The alternate title for this post is: Fuck I want some bread.

Well, the diet continues and despite eating less than 1500 calories most days (and usually less than 1300) I've manage to loose a total of 4 pounds. Seriously. Truman, on the other hand, is on the verge of having to buy new pants. Female metabolism is stupid.

Joking aside I didn't really stick to the "cleanse" it has ended up being about smaller portions and almost no bread. I've definitely been eating less sugar, less carbs, and fewer calories...which is what makes the 4 lb loss a little disappointing. I'm still enjoying working out and I've been going to Pilates a couple times a week. So I guess the silver lining is that most of this lifestyle may actually be sustainable. So there's that.



The other upside is that I find my gym sort of hilarious. I mostly work out after 10p which means there are approximately 6 people in the gym. Me, the student who works the first desk and is getting his reading done (nice guy), 2 gym rat guys, and 2-3 older Latinas. In fact, pretty much everyone in the gym on Colfax after 10p is Latino. I find this hilarious because Latinos are not tall people. And all of the machines are made for average-to-tall people. The older ladies literally stand on other machines or sometimes give each other a little boost in order to reach the over head bars. If you're going to put a gym in a Latino part of town you should invest in some shorter equipment.

Sunday, January 11, 2015

How someone who doesn't believe in "cleanse" diets ended up on a cleanse diet

Two confessions:
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.

Saturday, January 10, 2015

Ruff New Year

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."