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5 Minute Energy Balls

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I’ve been finding my eating a lot of Lara bars and the sorts lately. Between nursing, training, and life–it’s just so much easier the grab a bar between meals than to prepare a homemade snack. From a health perspective, Lara bars are excellent. They usually contain just a couple ingredients–all of which are whole foods and free of animal products. However, eating Lara bars everyday can get pricey (not to mention the packaging and environmental aspect). While reading the ingredient list on a wrapper the other day, I began to feel guilty about not making my own. So, while Leif snoozed in his baby carrier on my chest, I went for it…

These make for a great pre-workout snack and they taste like chocolate chip cookie dough–I kid you not!

Ingredients

  • About 15 medjool dates, pitted
  • 2 large handfuls walnuts
  • 1 handful cocoa nibs or vegan chocolate chips

Directions

  • Put nuts and dates in food processor and process unit it forms a sticky dough
  • Stir in cocoa nibs
  • Form into balls and place in covered container in fridge
  • Enjoy!

The 4th Trimester

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It’s hard to believe our little man is over a month old. Seriously, it has flown by. He has grown so much and no longer fits in his newborn clothes! He can hold his head up and even roll from his tummy to his back! He’s spending more time awake and examining the world with his clear blue (gorgeous) eyes. My perspective on life has been rocked and my awareness of my own mortality has intensified like crazy. My desire to be healthy and grow old to watch Leif grow old is so strong.

After Leif’s birth, I focused those first few weeks on recovering from labor and delivery and learning how to be a mom– around the clock nursing, rocking, diaper changing, love. It was really hard but I vowed to embrace it because it would not last long. I was surprised at how quickly my body changed in those first couple of weeks. In less than two weeks, I was 22 pounds lighter from my last days of pregnancy. Most of that, of course was fluid, baby, and other stuff that left my body during delivery (hello big ol placenta!). Nursing quickly shrunk my uterus back to normal and within 2 weeks I was back in my skinny jeans (although they were a little snug ground the waist at first).

1,3 and 7 days postpartum

1,3 and 7 days postpartum

2 weeks postpartum

2 weeks postpartum

By the first of April I was ready to turn my walking into running and return to my workout class. The first run was 3 miles, pushing the stroller. The next was 4. I was elated to do pull-ups without all the extra weight of being 9 months pregnant. I practically flew over the bar on the first one (and then after pumping out several sets had to sit down because I was dizzy). I’m still healing a little and get sore in my baby pushing areas sometimes but feel great for the most part. I love working out hard again!!

1 month 2 days postpartum

1 month 2 days postpartum

Here are some of my goals for this spring and summer:

-Long Run  10 miles by May 15

-Long Run 13 miles by beginning on June

-Stroller fitness class at least 1 time per week

-Run 5 days per week

-Rainier to Ruston Relay June 1

-Wild Woman Marathon July 20

-1 more trail race in May or June and August

-Defiance 50k in October (not technically spring or summer)

-drop 5 more pounds by June

Lots of work ahead! That last one is the least important but I’d love to be at my ideal running weight for the summer and fall!

What are you guys doing this spring and summer to stay motivated and healthy?

Love is my Religion–A story of Birth.

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“Most Western women have never been physically tested until we go through labor and birth…haven’t gone eighteen or twenty four hours without food or sleep…allowed ourselves to go a day or two…without a bath or shower, without brushing our teeth and doing our hair and makeup.  Even fewer of us would allow anyone else to see, smell, or touch us, unwashed, sweat-soaked, naked, oozing mucus, blood, and feces from out nether regions.  When faced with the forces of labor, we can’t hide the fear, the anxiety, the responses to pain…All the inhibitions and trappings of our social selves are peeled away as our bodies thrust and heave, vomit and grunt, cry and leak.  The animal is there for all to see.” 

-Susan Diamond, R.N.  Hard Labor

On Thursday, March 7 I woke up with mild cramps. Uncomfortable?  Yes.  Gas?  Maybe.  I decided not to get too excited and carry on with my morning as usual.  I did my morning yoga routine and some breathing exercises and then went for a walk with my friend at the park.  I mentioned to her I was having some cramps but they seemed pretty far apart and I didn’t want to get too worked up over nothing.  After a couple of miles, she headed back to work and I decided to take one more mile loop.  By the end of the loop, I was having to stop to breathe through the contractions that seemed to be coming more frequently.
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When Love Takes Over…

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These past few weeks there seems to have been an insane outpouring of love in my direction. I’ve been overwhelmed with the generosity and thoughtfulness of my community. After this past weekend, I feel truly ready to have a baby.  No, I don’t have all the material things I think I might need (still need to sign up for the diaper service and wash some newborn clothing…) but babies are born all over the world without a stockpile of cloth diapers and a newbie wardrobe.  The readiness I’m feeling is more about love.
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Aside

0Happy 32 weeks to us!  Man, have these past few weeks been challenging.  I’m still struggling with bronchitis but (knock on wood) my symptoms seem to be getting better.  I realize this has been the topic of my last few post so I will try not to bore you another post about my chest infection.  I do, however, have a few things to say about this experience and what I have gained from it…

Yesterday, I decided I could not, not sweat for one more day.  I NEEDED to workout or I was going to slip slip slip into a depressive state of being.  Still coughing, still congested, I walked 3 miles on the treadmill and then did a very modified agility class, burying my face in a rag every time I hacked so as not to infect anyone.

Last night, I was sore.  My upper back continued to be tight from coughing and my lower back/pelvic area was sore from working out.  One of my childhood friends, Beth, is in her 4th year of Osteopathic Medicine and happens to be doing a rotation at the hospital down the road from us.  She came over last night after work and treated me with Osteopathic Manipulative Medicine (OMM).  Her touch was healing to my body and her company was medicine to my soul.  I fell asleep after a 10 minute meditation session my friend Julie shared with me.

This morning, when my alarm clock went off, I’m pretty sure I was drooling and I all I wanted to do was stay in my warm bed, next to my warm husband.  I managed to get myself up and moving.  I got my tea made and did my 20 minutes of morning yoga.  As I was laying in shivasina, I had this realization, “This bronchitis has most likely taken running much more in this pregnancy off the table…” BOOM.  It was like a bomb.  I was nearly crying.  Running is what I do.  It is my number one coping strategy and now this piece of shit virus had robbed me of it.  Its not that I don’t think my lungs will heal, its just that while taking the time off to allow them to heal, my body changed a lot and I can’t just pick back up where I left off.  Where I left off is long gone.

I could have let this thought drag me into the depths of despair…but I didn’t (okay, maybe for a few minutes I did, I AM human after all).  Actually, what I’m realizing, is that every moment in a chance to not let this depress me.  Today, I combated negative thinking by concentrating on all the things my body is capable of–before, during, and post pregnancy.  I walked 3 miles pushing the girls in the stroller and I swam for 45 minutes this evening.  I combated negative, ho-hum thinking with positive affirming thoughts.  I remembered all the incredible things my body is able to do–from climbing mountains, surviving in the wilderness, cycling 100 miles, growing a baby…growing a baby…now that’s somethin’ isn’t it?  While my mind is quick to think how great it is to run run run, I tend to forget how incredible what I’m doing right now is–in 8 weeks I’m going to push a human life into this world.  A life that Josh and I made because of our Creators amazing design.  A life that I fostered and sustained inside of me.  I have the rest of my life to run ultras…I have right now to be pregnant with this little boy.    But just so I don’t forget what my body can do, pregnancy included, I’m holding these victories close…

Summiting Mt. Rainier

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Running 56 miles in 9 hours and 18 minutes

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Surviving a night in South Africa’s mountains in the winter…in jeans and a long sleeve shirt (bbbrrrr…and yikes)

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6 pack abs

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Yoga

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Growing a baby

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Climbing Rocks

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Racing, and racing well, for the first half of pregnancy

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caring for two precious little girls 8 hours a day

ImageYes, this might have seemed a little like a brag session…look at me! look at me!  But after a seriously tough couple of weeks when just getting out of bed took all my energy, reminding myself how incredible my body (read, the human body) is was just necessary.  We are all capable of amazing amazing things.  Wherever you are at in your body, embrace it and then start moving forward.

Going to Battle with Demons–32 weeks pregnant, 3 weeks of bronchitis

Listening to illness

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I’m still coughing like a chain smoker.  Maybe worse.  I saw my midwife on Thursday and her analysis was, “You are not well…I can see you are not well.”  Why thank you for your medical expertise!  Going on day 9 of a body wrenching, oxygen robbing, get this shit out of my F!$#ing chest right now type of cough, I’m beginning to feel very discouraged and quite blue.  Sure, its horrible that I’m not able to run (just moving around the house feels like a workout for my heart and lungs) but what’s more upsetting is that every cough/cough attack takes so much out of me.

Despite feeling so sick and blue, I’ve been mustering up the strength for a few minutes of yoga each day to calm my mind and provide some relief for my over worked core (from all the coughs).  The other morning while I was siting in child’s pose, literally saying the F word to the bug that is making me want to cut my chest open and scrape out all the gunk, I had this thought, “What is this illness trying to teach me?”

Am I still pissed off that I’m sick? Yes.  Do I not fantasize about feeling better, going for a run, and sleeping without the disturbance of cough attacks?  Heck yes.  But after my appointment on Thursday, in which I hadn’t put of the couple pounds expected and I was measuring just a little small (I’d been spot on since the beginning)I realized that I needed to listen to this cough.  Running, while it is medicine for my soul, will have to wait.  My body is expending enough energy trying to heal, I need to rest and allow it to do its thing.  This took a lot of pressure off.  Phew, I don’t have to beat myself up for not running/working out when I’m sick.  I don’t have to feel guilty for staying in bed most of Saturday and Sunday!

Being sick is horrible but listening to your body and giving it what it needs is the most liberating experience one could ask for!

Immune Me Green Juice

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Sippin' my Immune Me Juice with my new Cuppow mason jar lid!

Sippin’ my Immune Me Juice with my new Cuppow mason jar lid!

I’m sort of pissed off that I’m sick with a disgusting chesty cough.  I’m pulling out all the stops in an attempt to heal myself (hopefully before New Years Eve so I can participate–a much as pregnant women are allowed–in the festivities!).  I spent most of yesterday in bed, today I did some gentle prenatal yoga in my pajamas and then ventured out to help Josh finish up his mural downtown (11th and Market!  Go check it out! or come participate in it on First Night 12/31).  Now I’m home, back in my PJ’s, drinking some Immune Me Green Juice from Kris Carr’s Crazy Sexy Kitchen.

For those of you who don’t know Kris Carr–she is an incredible inspiration.  After discovering she had an incurable stage four cancer in 2003, she decided that the triple organ transplant the doctor suggested did not sound like a great idea–but neither did dying–so she set off on a journey to find healing for herself.  She is not just alive today, but THRIVING, on a whole foods plant based diet.  The woman is amazing and she also happens to be a queen juicer. I figure, if making her own green Juice can help Kris Thrive in the midst of cancer, its probably a safe bet for helping out with my cough.

Juicing takes time–there’s washing, peeling, and cleaning of equipment involved.  It also can get a little expensive (but since I don’t really by medicine, those funds are just reallocated to veggies).  For these reasons, I have a hard time doing it on a consistent basis.  Green smoothies are much quicker and are my AM go to most days.  But this is the second time since October than I’ve had a nasty cough!  So, I made my way to the produce sections of a couple of my favorite stores and I loaded up on fruits and veggies for some serious juice healing.  Here is the recipe for the one I had this evening:

Immune Me (serves 2)

  • 2 green apples
  • 4 cucumbers
  • 1 inch piece ginger root
  • 1 lemon, peeled and quartered
  • 8 romaine leaves

Just wash them up, peel if using conventional (I bought conventional cucumbers and peeled them), and juice, baby, juice!

How my unborn son is teaching me to listen…

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Comrades Ultra 2010--A reminder of what I'm capable of--letting my baby, body, and intuition guide me through pregnancy...looking forward to some hardcore runs next summer.

Comrades Ultra 2010–A reminder of what I’m capable of–letting my baby, body, and intuition guide me through pregnancy…looking forward to some hardcore runs next summer.

I write to you from my bed.  I’ve spent a majority of the day lazying around the apartment in my pajamas, only changing out of them to go for a walk at the park.  It seems as though Santa brought me a little chest cold.  Last year, I would have ran through it.  Not so much this year.  You see, the person growing inside my womb is teaching me so much already– mostly how to listen.

There are many things I expected to happen while I was pregnant.  I knew I would gain weight and that I’d probably be tired a lot.  I knew I’d have to reduce my mileage and speed.  What I wasn’t prepared for were all the little other crazy things that have happened to my body in the past 7 months.  Each phase of pregnancy has brought different challenges.  While I comfortably ran 13 miles the day after discovering I was pregnant and kept up weekly long runs of 2-2.5 hours until about 18 weeks, there were days during the first trimester that turned into giant sleep-athons–running was a distant dream.  As the nausea and exhaustion of the first trimester wore off, I felt like I was gaining strength in many ways.  While my runs were getting slower and shorter, I could still run relatively comfortably and I could still go hard in the agility class I do a couple times a week at the Y.  As the third trimester crept up on me and my belly began to really grow, my “runs” have turned into “run/walk/waddle” most days and somedays I can barely eek out a mile before stripping down, putting on my maternity bathing suit, and hitting the pool to get the rest of my workout in.

Here’s how he’s teaching me to listen:

1) Round Ligament Pain:

This began during my second trimester.  When I run (and now sometimes when I’m just walking) I get a horrible jabbing pain in my right lower abdomen.  Its similar to a very intense side stitch.  As my uterus grows to accommodate a growing little boy, the ligaments in my abdomen  have to stretch and thicken.  Nobody told me about this!  It has by far been the most constant irritant (aside from bladder issues) while running.  Wearing a maternity support belt helps some but when its really bad, I just have to slow to a walk…or sometimes just stop.

2)  Posterior Pelvic Pain (low back pain)

This also began in the second trimester but has become most painful in the last few weeks.  PPP is the most common type of back pain during pregnancy.  Its caused by several factors–weight gain, posture changes, ligaments loosening and preparing for birth.  Most of the time it is a dull ache that radiates into my butt but every once in a while, when I shift my weight to one side for example, it is an intense explosion of pain. My midwife recommend massage, chiropractic, and wearing a maternity belt– and swimming. Sigh.  On several occasions this pain has brought me to a stop while running and forced me to either take the day off or get in the pool.  Some nights, the pain feels likes its radiating at a diagonal from one side of my butt, through my vagina, to the other side of my butt.  These nights its hard to sleep.    Little man in my tummy, you’re worth it.

3) Compromised Immune System

Again, something that I don’t remember being told before I was pregnant.  My immune system feels so weak!  This is my second respiratory infection in the past few months.  This time, I’m doing my best to nurse it early.  Keeping as chilled as possible, drinking loads of lemon water, tea, and green stuff, soaking in baths… I’m not super sick, I totally would have ran through something like this when I wasn’t pregnant but the thought of getting sicker sounds miserable when I’m already quite uncomfortable.

4) Bladder Alert!

I get up about every two hours to use the loo now at night.  Its like clock work and I’m wondering if the this is his way of training me to wake up for feedings every few hours.  I have a routine down now–wake up, waddle to toilet and pee, blow my nose (pregnancy has also made me really stuffy with weird chunky boogers), get a drink of water, and return to bed…repeat every two hours.

5) Emotional Stress and an Onslaught of Advice

I’d heard before that when you are pregnant, everyone and their mom would give you their unsolicited expertise on pregnancy, birth, and child raising.  I was still not prepared.  Some of this information is useful, a lot isn’t.  For example, the lady behind me in line at the coffee shop inside Fred Meyer who kept reminding me that coffee is not good for babies even after I repeatedly told her I was ordering a chai…or our goofy, alcoholic middle aged male neighbor who chastises me for running while pregnant…From names, to birthing choices, to what I should and shouldn’t eat/feed the baby…EVERYONE seems to know what’s best for me and baby.

Sometimes, this really gets under my skin.  On a few occasions I have really had to bite my tongue so as not to say something really mea.  But, just as with the physical challenges, I’m learning to listen.  Not always listen to what the person is telling me (although I try to be polite), but rather, listen to what my intuition and knowledge is telling me about this onslaught of opinions.  Listening in these situations takes on several forms.  Sometimes, I just try to smile and be polite and then drag the information to the trash bin.  Other times, if the information seems worth considering, I file it in my brain to be thought about, researched, and discussed.

The wonderful news is, at the end of the day, really only I get the final say about my body! When faced with the choice to listen to my own intuition regarding my body and my baby or second guessing myself based on the unsolicited opinion of someone else–I’m learning to listen to myself.  Awe- Freedom.

Okay, I need to go do a little yoga to see if I can get this baby to move away from my ribs before he cracks the poor guys (Again, he’s telling me something)!

Reducing mine and my family’s risk of cancer via my kitchen

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Because I'd love to do yoga on rocks in Borneo (or someone equally as exotic) when I'm a grandma...

Because I’d love to do yoga on rocks in Borneo (or somewhere equally as exotic) when I’m a grandma…

Today marks week 27 of pregnancy.  My body (mostly my belly) seems to grow every day and I’m feeling it both physically and emotionally.  There are the obvious physical changes like my size, posture shifting, heart burn, sore back and pelvic region…but then there are the more subtle and often unexpected emotional changes that occur.  Preparing to be a mama, emotionally, is a daunting task.  Its actually the most horrifying (yet gratifying I expect) venture I’ve ever taken up– summiting mountains, living and traveling in foreign countries, running ultras all seem rather tame in comparison to this parenting thing.  Those things are temporary– you get to the top of a mountain, you complete an ultra, you finish your time in the new place (or you leave if it doesn’t work out).  Parenting is a bit more permanent.  No getting to the top, finishing the race, or moving on to the the next country/job/educational adventure.

This post is not about the emotional roller coaster I’m experiencing as I prepare to meet our baby in about 13 weeks (that’s really soon….) but rather about a recent article in the Huffington Post about plant based eating and cancer. What do my emotions about parenting and the article have to do with each other?  Well for one, one of my tasks as a parent is to raise up a healthy, strong, compassionate, and happy person–and teaching them to eat a diet that reduces their risk of cancer (along with other diseases) is just one way to do that.  Becoming a mom also makes me think of more about my own mortality.  I’ve never by any means welcomed death.  No, no…quite the contrary…and the one time I thought I might actually die (when we had to spend the night in the mountains in South Africa under a rock in the winter…and were approached by poachers in the middle of the night), I was fighting like mad along side Josh to ensure I didn’t die.  However,  the prospect of motherhood has made me even more grateful for life and my desire to live a long, healthy, joyful one has increased.

Thus, an article that quotes research stating that my dietary choices are “hugely” helpful against cancer is GREAT news.  It also solidifies my belief that raising our son and any other future children on a plant based diet is just as important as teaching them to not run into the street without looking.  Here are some tidbits from the article–but please do feel free to check it out in its entirety by clicking here.  None of its really new information–The China Study pretty much dropped this bomb a while ago but I love how accessible this article is and how simply it lays it out.

Tidbits:

  • A 2012 analysis of all the of the best studies done to date concluded that vegetarians have significantly lower cancer rates than meat eaters.
  • A new study at Loma Linda University reported that vegans have lower rates of cancer than both meat eaters and vegetarians–and the omnivores used in the study were healthy individuals eating less meat that the standard American diet.
  • Women placed on a plant based diet for just 2 weeks were found to suppress the growth of 3 different types of breast cancer (that’s just two weeks–imagine what years or a lifetime could do!)
  • The cancer promoting hormone IGF-1 is increased by animal proteins but eating a plant based diet significantly decreases IGF-1 found in the blood.
  • pppsssspppp…eating a plant based diet also reduces our risk of diabetes, obesity, and hypertension!  Excellent? I think so.