Thursday, May 10, 2012

A nerdy documentary-watcher

Before you ask: No, I am not becoming a vegan.

My Healthy in 2012 group at work just finished watching Forks Over Knives, a documentary examining the claim that the most effective way to prevent and reverse disease is with a whole foods, plant-based diet (a fancy way to say vegan). I was skeptical, but like any good documentary it made me think.

The experts in Forks Over Knives advocate a whole-food plant-based diet. The program is based on whole or minimally processed plants, primarily fruits, vegetables, whole grains, tubers, and legumes. It excludes or minimizes animal-based foods such as meat (including poultry and fish), dairy, and eggs, as well as refined foods like bleached flour, refined sugar, and oil. - www.forksoverknives.com.

I’ve always been an omnivore. I view the world as a complex ecosystem where plants and animals feed off of each other in different ways in order to thrive individually and as a whole. I don’t have ethical concerns about the consumption of animals in general (their treatment in the modern production process is a whole other subject I’m not going to touch at the moment). The documentary discusses the health effects of eating animal-based foods, which is what got me questioning my family’s eating habits.

I eat most things in moderation, but I’ve never really examined my consumption of chicken, fish, eggs, milk, and other dairy products. Delicious and nutritious, right? They provide protein and calcium which are essential to our diet. We neeeeeed them.

The documentarians attempt to demonstrate that animal protein can do more harm than good. You can get all of the protein and calcium you need from plant-based foods and avoid the negative effects of animal protein. The vignettes, research studies, and clinical trials presented in the documentary make this seem clear cut and possible to achieve. For example:

·        Nutritionists Dr. T. Colin Campbell conducted the awesome China-Oxford-Cornell study, which followed millions of Chinese over decades and found that increases in their incidence of cancer and heart disease directly paralleled their adoption of a Western diet.
·        When Nazis commandeered all the food animals in Norway and rationing forced Brits away from meat, disease rates plummeted. After the war, they moved up again.
·        In the traditional Japanese diet, breast and prostate cancers are all but unknown.
·        The filmmaker follows three sick people: one with breast cancer, one given less than a year to live because of heart problems, one with murderously high cholesterol. All are well again after the vegetarian diet and no other medicinal intervention.

The idea of a plant-based diet still seems a little daunting to me. The expense, the time for preparation needed, and the meat-based culture we live in would make the switch quite challenging. Plant-centered vs. meat-centered feels easier to start with.

I do think that it is appropriate and necessary to look for and begin incorporating alternative protein sources into our diet. We certainly do not need meat with every meal. We do not need milk for breakfast every morning. We can limit our eggs. It definitely will not hurt us to further limit our consumption of fast food and processed foods. We need to eat more vegetables.

Michael and I are making slow, manageable changes:

·        Making at least two meat-free meals a week.
·        Substituting rice and pasta for more vegetables, whole-grains, and legumes.
·        Having vegetables with 95% of lunches/dinners (We like our Chick-fil-A).
      ·        Fast food once a week or less (Again, I’m not ready to give up my #5 8-pack).
      ·        I’m also going to buy a carton of almond milk to try out.


I definitely recommend checking out the documentary and looking into the research on your own. I’m going to continue to poke around as we start making changes. I’ll update on our recipes and progress towards a more plant-centered diet.

If anyone is reading this, I would love to hear/read your perspective and experience!

Monday, May 7, 2012

A Busy Family: Marathon Weekend.

Two home invasions, five cities, and two accidents. It’s safe to say this was a memorable weekend. My body is tired, my house is a mess, and my nerves are shot.

We should have known it was going to be a bumpy weekend when Michael threw his back out a mere 5 days before his 100 mile ride from Austin to Shiner. Still he rested, actually took pain medicine, and felt ready (enough) for his trek.

Friday (tags: Houston, Austin, Accident #1, Home Invasion #1)
As I’m walking out of work to pick up the boys and get on the road, we get a call from our neighbor. The police just arrested someone breaking into the house across the street. They hit at least two houses around us before they were caught.

Crap.

Luckily we don’t own anything valuable but we didn’t want to come home the next evening to a broken window or a ransacked house. A different neighbor was feeding the dogs so he was able to check out the house and give us the okay. Off to Austin we went!

(As a side note – when I pick up Elijah from daycare, he had his first every accident report! He bonked his head on a table when he tried to crawl through it and got a nice bruise on his forehead. I chuckled as his teachers approach me cautiously with the report and told them, “he falls all the time, this is just the first time it’s left a bruise!”).

Saturday (tags: Austin, Shiner, Houston, Pasadena, Home Invasion #2)
The next morning, Elijah and I cheered the Michaels on as they clipped in and rode off on the Shiner GASP. We met up with Mark and Julie for breakfast and then made our way behind them.

Elijah in helping get Dada breakfast at 6am. "Why am I awake?!"
"Okay, see you in 10 hours"
And they're off! All 1600 of them.
Reading about riding bikes at the hotel.
We spent the afternoon chilling on a blanket in the shade, taking trips into the gift shop to cool down, eating bratwurst, and listening to the bands play as riders crossed the finish line with shaky legs and sunburnt arms. I got the occasional text from Michael at the pit stops with things like, “I feel like a stallion, riding an unicorn, over a rainbow”. Clearly riding 100 miles over hills in 90F can lead to delirium.

 Playing at the Spoetzel Brewery in Shiner.

"Pay attention to me, Mama!"
Aside from a little new mom fear of heat exhaustion and checking Elijah’s temperature every 2 minutes, it was a nice afternoon.  Around 5pm, we cheered Dada across the finish line! Golden rode through just a few minutes later. By 6:30 we were far from partied out and ready to get home. We made our annual DQ stop for blizzards and hit the road.

Michael and Elijah immediately fell asleep. I’m normally pretty content with the quiet 2 hour drive after the race, but I’ve never had to do after chasing a speedy crawling 10 month old all day. My eyes drooped as I blasted Lady Gaga as much as I could without waking the baby. By the time we hit 610, I felt a little like a “stallion, riding an unicorn, over a rainbow” for making it down the dark country highway.

As we pull into the driveway, I’m leaping with joy just thinking of my soft, comfy bed. I get Elijah out and start to head inside. Michael stops me at the door to warn me that he killed a cockroach. Yuck, but I’m glad he got inside first and I didn’t have to see it. I put Elijah to bed and go to check on Michael and the dogs in the back.

Then I see them. The roaches.

I stop in my tracks. W.T.F? Our backporch is swarming and Michael kills at least 12 inside our house in the first 2 minutes we’re home. I freak out our 13-year old neighbor who came to feed the dogs with my girlish screams. They are in our sunroom. The living room. The kitchen. Coming in through both doors. My skin is crawling as I check Elijah’s bedroom to make sure I didn’t just leave him for roach food. All clear. Thank God. I just stand in the hallway (also cleared), rocking from right leg to left leg (they can’t get me if I’m moving!) as Michael continues his killing spree.

Our neighbors tell us they’ve seen this happen before when someone near has poisoned a tree or just exterminated. They must have fled their poisoned home and found solace in our dang pesticide free house. I just want to get in my warm comfy bed and now I can’t even calm my nerves let alone sleep in our roach infested house! Unfortunately the dogs don’t fit with our stuff and our child in the tiny Yaris and we left the FourRunner at Michael’s work. So, a car exchange, a good roach spraying, and an hour and a half later we pulled into my parent’s driveway in Pasadena to settle in for the night.

Sunday (tags: Pasadena, Galveston, Houston, Accident #2)

For some reason, we decided we hadn’t used quite enough gas this weekend, so we drove the Galveston for a quick brunch. Mosquito CafĂ© was delicious, albeit a little expensive. As we were walking out, we had accident #2.
Michael was carrying Elijah through the maze of chairs leading to the back gate when his foot caught on one and he tumbled to the ground. I stood there holding our coffees, watching as my boys crashed to the concrete. Michael reports that his spidey senses kicked in. His brain worked in slow motion as he twisted to take the fall and lay Eli on the ground with only a tiny bonk on the head. We stopped on a bench outside to regroup. As we looked at Michael’s scraped knee and Elijah’s smiling face, all we could think about was how differently it could have gone. We said a prayer of thanks for God’s watchful eye and Michael’s SuperDad skills.

Feasting on eggs and pancakes before the accident.
After we walked through Murdoch’s and up and down the seawall, we headed back to Pasadena. We were all able to nap, play at the park and meet up at the Horton’s for our usual Sunday dinner. It felt wonderful.
"Dada, you are awesome"
 "What is this? Do I like it? No! No! Not at alllll!"
I’m happy to report that we did not see a single roach last night (knock on wood), the exterminator is already scheduled for Wednesday afternoon, and Elijah is still completely fine!

Thursday, April 12, 2012

An Optimist

I sometimes have to remind myself to practice what I preach. One of the tools I've been assigning clients more recently is Five-Finger Thankfulness. Playfulness and positivity are not just for the kids. So, I look at my turkey-shaped hand and approach today with gratitude:


1. I am thankful for a lunchbreak that allows me to walk outside in the sunshine.

2. I am thankful for a husband who loves me by washing the bottles no matter how much he hates it.

3. I am thankful for a family who is there for the little stuff and the big stuff.

4. I am thankful for my baby's smile when I pick him up from daycare.

5. I am thankful for Elijah's 7pm bedtime so I can focus our time together on him and still eat dinner at a decent hour.


What are you thankful for today?

Sunday, April 1, 2012

A Social Worker


I am a social worker.

March was Social Work Month. My intention was to write a fantastic blog about the life of a social worker - briefly but elegantly painting a picture of the social work profession, the work we do and the rich stories of client we serve.

Like I often do with clients, I had to reevaluate my expectations :)

I would like to give you a small glimpse into my professional world. As a mental health social worker, I see clients for therapy. Rather than attempt to describe what that's like, I leave you with a few quotes from one of my favorite books: Letters to a Young Therapist by Mary Pipher:

"Therapy gives clients a safe relationship in which to explore their inner world and to consider taking risks in their external one. It provides them another point of view on their own particular mixed up universe." (xix)

"For the most part, my solutions to human problems have been simple ones - get more rest, do good work, take things a day at a time, and find some people to love. Of course, simple suggestions aren't necessarily easy and they don't always work. When they don't, I generally fall back on my belief in the process of therapy." (xix)

"Good therapy should rearrange the landscapes of the mind. After therapy, people live in the world differently. Behavior may change. A client who always associated anger with violence may learn that anger can be discussed. Often people think and feel differently. The wife accepts that her husband's way of showing love is by running errands. The daughter realizes her father can never be who she wants him to be, but that she can enjoy him anyway." (36)


Friday, March 23, 2012

A wanna be cook.

This is by no means a cooking blog, but I have been making an effort to cook more often and diversify our meals. I make a mean turkey spaghetti, but that gets old pretty quickly. Wednesday night was a perfect example of this experience as a whole. I’d been planning on making shepherd’s pie for a month or so. I bought the ingredients two weeks ago. Finally I put the meat to thaw on Tuesday and forced myself to put it together Wednesday evening. We were almost side tracked yet again with an offer to meet friends at BW3s but we kept our resolve!

6pm – Arrive home, play with baby, say hello to husband

6:15pm – Get in the kitchen to put on the potatoes, brown the meat, and pre-heat the oven all the while thinking, it’ll be 5 minutes and I’ll get right back to Michael and Elijah.

6:45pm – The meat, peas, and broth are simmering, the potatoes are boiling, and Elijah is crying to be fed. Crap! Where did the time go?

7:05pm – Baby is in bed, mash the potatoes, throw it all in a casserole dish and put it in the oven.

7:10pm – Review the recipe again “just to be sure” and realize I left out the flour and carrots. Oops! I guess I don’t have a perfect memory after all.

7:25pm – Take it out to cool and eat!

Despite my recipe fail, it was super delicious. Luckily, this has been the trend in my new food ventures. I don’t get it quite right but it’s still edible. Lol. I have also made stroganoff sans sour cream, pancakes without syrup, and turkey burgers without buns. You work with what you’ve got, right?

Next up: Crock Pot Beef, Potato and Quinoa Soup

A nursing mother.

I am a nursing mother. This feels a little awkward to write about and that’s why I’m doing it. I never knew what being a nursing mother was like until suddenly I was one, partially because it’s not something we talk about as a society.

Disclaimer: If you feel awkward, feel free to stop reading but I would love if you continued on anyways.

It’s not my job to shove breastfeeding education down people’s throats or to accommodate them because they feel uncomfortable. It is my job to be authentic about who I am and my experience as a mother. My silence just perpetuates the idea that it’s not something to be seen, heard, or talked about.

Breastfeeding is like a microcosm of motherhood as a whole.

It’s a confusing, overwhelming, consuming, frustrating, at times lonely, but overall rewarding experience. You are responsible for the well-being of this little creature and the decisions you make throughout the day have a direct effect on their functioning. Too much coffee, they might get fussy. Too much spicy food could give them gas (luckily this is not the case for Elijah). Work out too hard and your supply decreases or your milk tastes funny. If they have lactose or gluten intolerance or acid reflux… God bless you with the dietary restrictions you may have.

Then, you get to have those “snapshot moments” when you just want to press pause and soak it all in. I hold my calm little boy and feel gratitude for this moment to cuddle him, nourish him, and help him grow. I get to meet his half milk-drunk smile and kiss his forehead. Moments like those make me want him to stay little forever. They help me to keep going when he wakes up throughout the night, when he wants to pay more attention to everything going on around him than eating, and when (gulp) he experiments with biting.

I am 8 ½ months down, 3 ½ months to go. I am so ready to be done and a little sad for those snapshot moments to end. Sometimes I can’t believe I’ve made it this far and sometimes I want to throw my pump out the window because it feels never ending.

Feel free to share your own thoughts or experiences.

A wanna be health-nut.

Getting Healthy in 2012. This is the name of a group I helped organize at work. We meet together for lunch once a week to talk about what we’re doing to eat better, exercise more, and maintain a healthy lifestyle. We’re also challenging each other to complete four 5ks this year. I need this accountability.

Often I plan to cook a healthy dinner. I plan to exercise after Elijah goes to bed. I plan to walk at lunchtime. Then, we pick up Chick-fil-A, put on an episode of Modern Family, and I work through lunch the next day.

No more! Well… not much more. Let’s be realistic.

My tools for getting started:

  • MyFitnessPal app via Android (or http://www.myfitnesspal.com/) I log everything I eat (including the 3-musketeers minis I picked up absent-mindedly, thinking: “I’m okay on my count. I can eat one. Or five. They are mini, after all.”)
  • Cheetah Chariot Jogging Stroller/Bike Attachment. With all of this 5k talk, Michael and I decided it was time to break down and buy a quality jogging stroller so I couldn’t use “I don’t want to miss that time with Elijah” as an excuse any more. Then we saw the prices. Wow. Pay more for a decent stroller than we spend on 2+ months of groceries? No thank you. To Craig’s List we went. Even the used strollers made us cringe a little. Anything resembling a normal price was sold within hours of its posting. By sheer luck, Michael logged on right after “M” from southwest Houston posted a Chariot for a steal. 5 e-mails, 2 phone calls, and a 9pm trip to the South Post Randalls later, we have our stroller!
  • Crock Pot. I’ve had a crock pot for almost 3 years now and have probably used it a total of 12 times. It scares me. “You mean, I leave it on all day and my house won’t burn down? That sounds wrong…” Before last week, I never actually left the house while using it which kind of defeats the purpose. I half expected to pull up to fire trucks when I arrived home around 6:00pm. Instead, I came home to the smell of pot roast. It was magical. The best part – I didn’t have an excuse to not cook dinner. It was already done! My goal is to make at least one crock pot meal a week.


Since writing this post a few weeks ago, we have actually completed our first 5k (in the rain, no less), I’ve made a few crock pot meals, and try to use myfitnesspal to keep track. I have not been as diligent as I wanted to be but we’re still going!

Ch-ch-ch-Changes

I’m changing up the blog. My life is not centered around one
thing so why should this blog be? I wear many hats and have thoughts, ideas,
and insightful or funny experiences in and about all of my different roles. I’m
a mother, a wife, a daughter, a social worker, a dog owner, a friend, a
wanna-be runner, a wanna-be chef, a wanna-be artist, and much more. I want to
write about all of those things and you can’t stop me! Well, you can stop
reading this I guess but that’s just fine ;)

I started writing posts a few weeks ago so I’m about to post
a lot at once. I hope you can enjoy, relate, or chuckle once in a while. I can’t
promise regular updates, but I’m trying once again. Here goes…