Saturday, June 25, 2011

Burnin’ love

Move that body: Very slow 2-mile walk

Two days and no blog posts.

Two days of living on nothing but carbs and Gatorade. Two days of doing no more than getting up from the couch to the bed to the bath tub.

Two days of a wicked – still lingering – acid reflux flare-up.

You see, in the past, I’ve had issues with acid reflux flare-ups. I can go months upon months without a problem and then BOOM! I’m incapacitated with pain and nausea. I can be sidelined for days – even with the help of popular OTC medicines. For a while, I took a daily acid reflux medicine but stopped when refills ran out.

I’ve been surprised that I haven’t had many problems with heartburn and acid reflux throughout this pregnancy. In fact, I can only recall one minor situation that left me a bit whiny … and that’s it. On Wednesday, though, I started to feel it creep on and progress throughout the evening. I was thoroughly uncomfortable come bed time and baby boy’s “Riverdance” audition only made it worse. I didn’t sleep. At. All. I tried to brave work Thursday, only to leave an hour later. I called the doctor hoping to get some meds (I had tried Pepcid and Tums) but hadn’t heard back by 2 p.m. at which point I was crying in pain from any movement.

And that’s when Mark decided to take me to the hospital where I got a numbing GI cocktail, an IV nausea med and a directive to get Prilosec and sent on my way.

I was also told that I had tiny arms and veins – at which point I told the nurse that it was the only point in the pregnancy that I’ve been called tiny. I might have felt like death but I still had a sense of humor.

I’m progressively feeling better, waking up this morning with a pain level of 4 (down from 9). I was even a bit hungry and able to make Mark breakfast. Hopefully, I’ll have more fun things to share in the coming days.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Track session

Move that body: 2.35-mile walk with the boys

Indian food. I wanted Indian food. So yesterday afternoon, I called Mark and told him that he would be taking me to the Indian buffet today. For hours, I dreamed about naan, saag paneer, curry and chicken tikka masala.

And then it happened. I got on the scale at the doctor’s office.

In two weeks, I had managed to gain a schload of weight. The number was more than likely a direct result of the 5 billion glasses of water I had drank that afternoon but I’ll always be the first to admit when I’ve done wrong. Ahem, pizza on Friday, Burger King on Saturday, apple pie and ice cream on Sunday. I did stay close to calorie goals but I wasn’t fueling my body the way my doctor and I would like.

So I did something drastic. I canceled my date with the Indian buffet Mark and headed out to the garden.

I plucked some kale leaves from my enormous plants (and took a moment to admire the baby tomatoes I’ve got going) and headed into the kitchen to prepare Whole Foods’ Kale and White Bean Soup.


I made a few adjustments based on my pantry – two cloves of garlic instead of four (how can I be out of garlic?!), chicken broth instead of vegetable and diced tomatoes with a handful of Italian seasoning instead of Italian-style diced tomatoes. I was also able to use up some UGLY baby carrots that I had in the back of the crisper instead of giving them to Denali, which is normally what happens. SCORE!

The soup is a quick cooker, and I had it finished before Mark got out of the shower.

By the way, I scored some major husband points for using produce out of my garden.

I divided the soup into four portions – one for today’s lunch, one for later in the week and two for the freezer to have post-baby. The soup might not have the convenience and crave appeal of a No. 1 from McDonald’s but I already feel better about the day knowing that I have a healthful lunch in my bag.

How do you get back on track after a bad eating week?

Do you have any freezer-friendly meals that I should make before the baby comes?

Monday, June 20, 2011

On ice

Move that body: 45-minute walking incline workout

I blame the hot dogs. Mark blames the burgers. And Denali calls it karmic retribution for his 32 hours in the kennel.

But whatever the reason neither Mark nor I felt that great this morning. In fact, we felt plain crappy. I tried to muster the motivation to walk, only to turn around a quarter of the way in, and found myself calling in to work a short while later.

Thankfully, some fluids, carbs and getting my ass kicked at Markio Kart did me enough good that I felt up to a little treadmill workout. Either that, or I was looking for a reason to listen to my current audiobook, “The Hunger Games.” I’m a bit late on this one as I usually am with most books but I’m very into it.

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I hate to admit this but part of the reason I decided to “read” “The Hunger Games” is because it’s going to be a movie.

It has all the elements that made me love “Brave New World” in high school with the ease of being a young adult book. And even though I know the main character has to live – hello, it’s a trilogy – I’m genuinely excited to see how it turns out (as opposed to so many books where I only finish them because I genuinely want them to end).

Has anyone read the entire series? Thoughts?

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Go daddy

Move that body: 2.7-mile run; average pace (including two walk breaks totaling 0.3 mile), 11:45.

This morning, at the late hour of 7 a.m., I rolled over and wished Mark a Happy Fathers Day.

And then I told him to get his @ss up – we were going for a run.

OK, OK. I didn’t really say that.

Actually, I offered to make him a big breakfast, which I’d let settle before playing on the treadmill later in the morning. He wanted to walk first thing and have breakfast at which point I said, “No walk. Run.” He was a bit hesitant - and rightfully so - after Thursday’s struggle but decided to entertain me under the pretense that if it felt bad, I had to stop.

I agreed. I was actually sort of prepared that I’d have to stop during this run and cut myself off for the rest of the pregnancy. But as it seems to go with this thing, every time I start to count myself out, I get a nice little surprise. I felt really good, made an effort to structure the walk breaks and take them before I needed ’em and relax. Twas a nice gift for me.

And, as far as a nice gift for Mark? He got this:


French toast made with homemade Blueberry Banana Bread (I used this recipe from Cooking Light for the bread and Egg Beaters in the dip), garnished with fresh strawberries. Mark also had a side of sausage links, and I had a MorningStar “sausage” patty and Egg Beaters.


And half-caff coffee, of course.

By the way, this French toast would have been even better (if that’s possible) had I cut the slices thinner and later stuffed it with strawberries and sweetened cream cheese. Light cream cheese sweetened with Truvia, of course.

Do you like big breakfasts on the weekend? What’s your favorite?