While this is a completely fabricated story, this will have truth behind it in mid-March. I’ll happily write a more accurate version for the Stranger… maybe submit it to The Kitsap Report.

Potential headline next month:

Hed: No Dancing at St. Pats Dash​ This Year

Subhed: Bremerton contingent has injured dancers, unable to show up and lead the city in a rokus good time 

SEATTLE – The live band who showed up to play in the beer garden following Seattle’s legendary St. Pat’s Dash was sorely disappointed to see an empty dance floor this year.

Oh, there were hundreds of people before them in the cavernous Fisher Pavilion, but in typical Seattle fashion, those people stood around politely drinking their post-dash beers. They were leaving room in front of the stage for those who wanted engage in some high energy Irish jigging.

But no one showed up.

People got nervous. Frightened. THEY may have to step up and dance in front of hundreds of strangers. The crowd was at a loss of what to do.

Typically, for the past four years, right around 10 a.m., a group of six to eight wildly dressed folks in costumes usually consisting of tutus, ribbons and Lyrca, and mostly from Bremerton (a small Navy town across the Sound) step right up in front of the band and start dancing. Hard. Badly, but hard. They dance until the drummer is finally breaking down his kit. They sweat. They fall. They get back up. They drag members of the passive aggressive Seattle crowd to engage in animated fun.

The Bremerton Crowd outdoes the Ellen Selfie at the 2014 St. Pats Dash.

The Bremerton Crowd outdoes the Ellen Selfie at the 2014 St. Pats Dash.

In the past, there have been willing volunteers, one dressed as a leprechaun, another with long orange braids, and another wearing a kilt and a spaceship kitty t-shirt, who needed no encouragement to jump in with The Bremerton Crowd.

But this year – it was quiet. The clinking of empty plastic beer cups used to construct beer towers was deafening.

“I wasn’t sure what to do,” said the band leader. “It may have been a small group but they were familiar, fun and welcoming and fed off our energy to get Seattle going. That’s a tough job because Seattle is a tough crowd.”

The band played on, much to their dismay, to a lifeless crowd of Irish and wanna-be-Irish drunks.

Further investigation uncovered The Bremerton Crowd down the street at The Five Point Cafe, where it was learned that Bremerton runners and dancers Kevin Koski and Tiffany Royal were nursing a broken pinkie toe and recovering from ACL surgery, respectively, this year.

“I figured we’re were going to make headlines this year for NOT being there,” Koski said, who is known for running the Dash backwards. “We’re bummed that we can’t there this year. We’d hoped Seattle would step up for us. It’d be hard for them to do but I had hope!”

Royal took a big sigh and shook her head.

“Typical,” she muttered and, then pushing back the green ribbons woven through her hair, she reached for her pitcher of IPA. She had no further comment.


No, I haven’t become addicted to the Oxycodone that was provided post-surgery. Quite the opposite. I got off it as soon as I could but, man, the side effects. After talking with a nurse confirming the cause of some troubling abdominal discomfort Thursday morning, my mother spent the next five hours researching, making lists, shopping and looking up recipes on high fiber foods.

And y’all wonder why it took me 2.5 months to research my orthopedic doctor and ligament choice.

She fully takes the blame for that personality quirk. I never knew how bad it was until I witnessed it Thursday. Now, she can’t keep stop shoveling quinoa, hummus, vegetables and fruit down my throat. But I’m not complaining. It’s a tasty road to recovery (her chocolate chip cookies help too, now that I finally feel like eating them).

She’s been a saint the past week, dealing with my up-and-down moods and running to the store daily for stuff we need. I could not do this recovery without her. Thanks Mom!

And I’d be remiss if I didn’t thank all the fantastic support from friends, the tenant and Brian, all of whom have come over to visit, prep food, chat to take my mind off my discomfort and help with cleaning a flooded basement the day after surgery (Major shoutout to the tenant Casey, and Kevin and Maria for that one. And the plumber who showed up at 11:30 p.m.).

So it’s a week post-op. With the nerve block, opiods, Ibuprofen and Tylenol, pain management has not been a problem, even as I transitioned from narcotics to over-the-counter drugs. Leg’s been kept elevated, iced nearly around the clock and while I can put full weight on it (with my brace on), I’m keeping things pretty light and easy and stick close to the couch.

The five-day post-op visit with the surgeon, Dr. Green, was a success. He was excited to see I had full extension of the leg, minimal swelling and could make a muscle with my thigh and do leg lifts.

“You met all my initial goals, this is excellent,” he said. “My job is done. It’s up to you now. Get into physical therapy and start getting to work.”

I started that process today with Ryan, my physical therapist, who was amazed I had full extension of my knee one-week post op (“that’s fantastic,” he said, with a slight shake of his head, in disbelief) and then got to work with gentle exercises, most of which I’d been doing for two months before my operation to build the muscle and muscle memory (leg lifts, ankle circles, tightening of the quad, hamstring and glutes, among others). These are nothing new to me, just… now they’re a bit harder. Especially when trying to bend the knee.

I can get a 30-degree bend in the knee right now.

I remember how this went last time 17 years ago.

I have about 100 degrees to go.

* deep breath *

Here we go.

It’s 3 a.m. the day after my ACL surgery on my left knee. So, you know, a perfect time to write a blog post. I didn’t wake up to pain, just a little stiffness (the leg propped up on pillows and forced straight by a brace and thick layers of gauze will do that to a person who likes to sleep on her side). I expect pain to kick in around 9 a.m. as the femoral nerve block wears off but we’ll stay ahead of it with 12-hour oxycodone pills at 7 a.m. I also am losing my voice, but apparently that’s a side effect of when they put something down my throat to keep me breathing during surgery.

Since I tore it in October, I spent 2.5 months exploring my options to replace the ligament and the right doctor to do it. Four Seattle doctor interviews later, plus a chat with my step-uncle, an ortho surgeon in Minnesota, I finally settled on Dr. John Green at University of Washington Sports Medicine Center. Everyone else gave me different options for the ligament replacement, none of which I was crazy about, even after discovering the publication “The American Journal of Sports Medicine” and reading study after study of the various options (hamstring = possible weakness the rest of my life; patella tendon = knee sensitivity the rest of my life and I have experience with that in my right knee from the last time I did this; cadaver = easier recovery but not as strong as using my own tissue, although the debate is still out on that one. If I’d gone that route, I’d gotten a tattoo on my knee that said, “This is Bob’s old knee.” Or, “RIP Bob” or, “Bob now lives here.”)

Dr. Green said using the quadricep would be the way to go for me. It’s a longer recovery time with the harvest site in the quad, but it will grow back to be just as strong.

I love my quads more than anything in the world of my body, honestly. They power me up the hills, crank during cycling and propel me forward while running. And I’ve got PLENTY of them, so USE them!

The reality of this whole deal started to hit last Friday, my last day of work for three weeks. Then Mom came into town on Tuesday. Then UW called on Thursday to give me my check-in time for Friday morning. I was pretty anxious and apprehensive about it all by then and of course questioned, why why why??? do i have to do this?

But I knew. And I woke up on Friday morning with a different attitude – it was GO TIME.

We had to take the 4:50 a.m. ferry and got to UW very very early, so I was in pre-op very very early. Everyone came into visit (nurses, IV nurses, anesthesiologists, the P.A. Nicole and then Dr. Green). Of all things, I was anticipating the IV line insert because the idea of it just plain freaks me out. And the needle prick that comes with it.

Brian made a good point though – I brushed off some bee stings back in September, and these needle pricks would be much less severe. It WAS less severe and she did a great job (I entertained the nurses with my Hugh Grant obsession, which is my go-to aimless chatter topic I use when getting pricked – it goes back to last ACL surgery and IV insert in 1996 and I was a fan of the mop-topped Brit at the time. Still am. I like his his dry sense of humor).

When it was done, I made the mistake of looking at it and then asked them to cover it up with tape, then promptly fainted. I thought I was going sleep for the surgery and thought, “Yes! Give in to the sleep and I’ll wake up in recovery!”


Next thing I heard was something about being “green”, Mom calling my name and the P.A. saying, “ah, let her relax, she’s pretty tense right now.” I woke up sweating and asking what happened. Everyone just chuckled and said I passed out, and that it’s pretty common, especially when you haven’t had anything to eat for 12 hours. And I hadn’t been given in any sedatives yet.

But, two hours later, they started them and I gave in and last thing I remember was being wheeled into the OR, where I promptly started calling out all the people’s names and who they were in the OR, since I had met 99% of them in pre-op. Anna, Nancy, Colin Kennedy (what a name and a handsome fellow!) the equipment tech and then the first anesthesiologist – I didn’t know his name and someone said his name is Dr. something, or Ryan. So I called out, “OK I will call you Ryan. I like that name.” Next thing I know, Ryan is putting a gas mask on my face and told me to start counting. BAM. OUT.

What seemed like moment later, I was waking up a bit foggy, my left knee feeling pretty heavy and a nurse asking me to eat ice chips. Then I just sort looked around and felt like I had this goofy smile on my face and gave everyone the “rock on” hand signal when they asked me a question. The Regional Anesthesiology Team came in to give me my nerve block in my leg, which I anticipated to be painful, since I was envisioning a large needle going deep into my leg. So I closed my eyes, tried not to listen to Benjamin and his partner discuss exactly what they were doing step by step and again, a little prick and they were done. Sweet!!!

After that, the recovery nurse said, “OK, you’re done and ready to go home!” Mom went to get my prescriptions filled, only to find out that my insurance didn’t cover 12 hour Oxy. So the nurse said to mom, you know you can just buy it. I proclaimed, “Put it on the credit card!” But we had to wait for Dr. Green to come out and rewrite the scrip since it had been deleted after mom visited the pharm. So, it was an hour and a half of waiting for Green to finish up a surgery, but that was OK with me. I was pretty comfortable.

Around 4 p.m., we loaded me into a wheelchair, got me in the car (Lucille Bertha “The Battlewagon” Royale was awesome and comfy) and Mom got us to the ferry easily during the absolute worst time of the week in Seattle – commuter traffic. But she did a great job. In the meantime, Brian got ice and soup for me and dinner for mom after work and was at the house (with pretty flowers for my living room too!) when we got there at 6:30. He helped me up the stairs (he wanted to carry me in but I honestly just needed him to catch me if I fell), stayed for about 45 min, got the day’s stories and then went home to let me and mom go to bed (we’d been up awake since 2 a.m.).

So, aside from fainting, it was a pretty uneventful day. Now, as Dr. Green told Mom, I have a lot of work to do for the next six months. Bring it on!

Buuuuutttt, let’s just get through these first few days of pain that I’m sure will on-set today. More like uncomfortable pain, but hopefully nothing as unbearable like the last time I did this. Post-op is Tuesday and with the OK from Green, PT starts Friday. That’s when the REAL work will start.

And I am just absolutely blown away by all the kind words and wishes and texts and phone calls from my friends throughout the country. It’s been awesome to receive those, on top of Brian being so sweet and helpful to Mom, who, I think is more worn out from this than I am. But she’s doing great and I’m extremely happy she’s here.

OH and screw Whole30 right now. I want some Dave’s Killer Bread smeared with my favorite peanut butter and my favorite relaxation tea and maybe even some ice cream…

Oh and the experience at University of Washington? Could NOT have been more fantastic. Totally stoked about going with them and HIGHLY recommend there. I’ll probably go back later this year to have them help me fix my sub-scapla (or at least figure out WHY and WHERE exactly and WHAT is going on).

There’s a small window of time between December 22 and December 24 that is probably the best time of the holiday season.

Your Christmas shopping is probably not done, but your Christmas parties and social obligations are fulfilled.

Folks switch from deciding how much rum will be needed for the eggnog for their party to doubling that amount for anticipated family gatherings.

Singles, couples and young families start the trek to Grandmother’s House via planes, trains and automobiles. Entire families and empty nesters head to a warm tropical place for that One Kind Of Holiday We’ve Always Wanted To Do.

The tree lights and yard decorations are left plugged in overnight by accident. Sparkly little boxes and brown-boxed Amazon packages start to take real estate under the tree.

The office becomes quiet as projects wind down, the push to get that last 2014 report out the door. Senior level folks disappear until after the new year.

Everyone is getting tired of the holiday sweets but can’t stop baking them. Plates of them show up in the office kitchen. Coworkers slip packages of sugary gratitude to each other. Some conspire together to raid the office box of chocolates.

Some folks pound out baked goods like it’s their job, each morsel a piece of perfection. Others try to recreate their mother’s baked goods from their childhood memories then stress out because they don’t come out the same, despite explicit instructions from Mom. Dad, once again, makes his rum cake a bit too strong, so much so that children shouldn’t breathe near it.

Horrifically funny photos of small children crying on Santa’s lap show up on Facebook.

Clever Elf On The Shelf pranks are abound. An Elf drowning in flour while trying to make a “snow angel”, GI Joe holding Elf hostage… the ideas are endless. And hilarious.

But after all the baking, cooking, working, traveling, wrapping, pranking, decorating and drinking, there’s that sweet spot. And it happens right about now. Between December 22-24.

That one moment when you think you need to think about everything and then suddenly – nothing. Your brain absolutely goes blank.

It’s probably a split second feeling. Or for five seconds. But it happens.

And then you embrace the anticipation. The good anticipation.

You know something is in the air, despite whether you’re a believer of Santa or the Grinch. You can’t avoid it.

And then you can’t help but smile a little. Then breathe. Then relax.

You look forward to the evening of Dec. 24. Not the 25th, but the 24th. When no more can be done. It is just physically, mentally, emotionally impossible to cram in anymore than you already have.

You can just… be.

It may be at 5 p.m. when driving to the store for the last time or midnight as you wait for Darlene Love to perform “Christmas (Baby, Please Come Home)” on David Letterman’s show. Or it may be those last few minutes before you head off to bed on Christmas Eve, when you admire the glowing tree a little longer, regardless if it came out of a Martha Stewart catalog or it’s an itty-bitty sweet Charlie Brown.

You know it will happen. It’s like a big mental sigh of relief.

You’re enjoying the holidays.

So, despite a wildly successful 18 days of my first Whole30, that all came crashing down when I sought comfort in friends, beer, a very un-Paleo burger,  sweet potato fries and a cupcake after tearing my ACL.

Deep down I was disappointed in myself for caving, especially since the junk food satisfaction I was seeking wasn’t as thrilling as I’d hoped. Except for that beer. That was a good beer. And those fries…. nom nom. I miss beer and wine. I’m not a big drinker, but I love me a pint of a quality hoppy craft brew or a glass of really good wine once or twice a week.

While I didn’t pay for that indulgence in the way I thought I would (upset stomach and sugar hangover the next day), my skin sure looked like hell. Hello dark circles and dry skin. Ugh.

But I was stuck in a sort of limbo. Do I start over with Day 1 until knee surgery (why I’m using this as a cutoff point, I don’t know. I think mainly because if I’m relying on others for food, I don’t want to be picky). Or just go back to Paleo but with a better conscious? How do folks reintroduce into a less restrictive eating pattern after a W30?

Then I realized – Hmmm. I should probably finally read the book that started this whole thing, “It Starts With Food” (Which is kind of a requirement before starting a W30 but a W30 cookbook looked more fun than the W30 “Instruction Manual”, of which I understood the basics).

And I have a fridge full of vegetables that need to be cooked and eaten, plus meat and veggies. So why couldn’t I start again? In fact, it’ll probably help prepare my body for recovery, as well as I can continue the best I can post-surgery if I prep a bunch of W30 meals and freeze them ahead of time. It’s fall anyway – great time to make soups and stews.

However – interesting observations. Since my caving in, which was on Monday evening, through last night, Wednesday evening, I let myself indulge a bit. I tasted those cupcakes and peanut butter/chocolate balls I made for the party last weekend. Ugh. They weren’t that satisfying. I had a piece of pizza at a friend’s house last night, which was really good and hearty on a chilly rainy evening, but I didn’t have a desire to get a second piece. I wish I’d gone with the small glass of beer instead.

This morning, waking up was like it’d been the past few weeks but man, I had a nagging headache as I left the house. Not a lack-of-sleep or a beer-hangover headache but felt sluggish. I’m wondering if I was paying for Monday-Wednesday’s indulgences.

So… back to the Well Fed Cookbook, The Clothes Make The Girl, Nom Nom Paleo and destroying my kitchen regularly with hearty dishes. At least for the next three weeks. In fact, tonight, I’m looking forward to finding a good chicken recipe and trying to recreate Brian’s veggie “noodles” he made for me the other night.

So, here goes. Whole30, Version 1.2.

So, Life kinda got busy last week – evening meetings, an overnight work trip, field work, trivia night and planning a baby shower. I had a stash of Whole30 meals prepped for the week (cauliflower rice and spaghetti squash to be topped with minestrone soup or Italian meat sauce, plus the usual eggs for breakfast), which helped tremendously when it came to needing to grab-and-go for my busy week.

Aside from the first few days of lightheadedness and headaches, finding time to prep food and trying to find meat products without sugar in them, following the plan has been relatively easy.

Then came Week Two and social outings that involved eating out.

The biggest challenge was the dinner with coworkers on Tuesday evening. We went to Skagit Valley Brewery and I ordered a basic salad with veggies and oil and vinegar. At the last second I added chicken, even though it was seasoned, thinking I could scrape it off. It came out thinly sliced though and the seasoning was pretty caked on there. So I just cut off as best as I could and had a very lackluster meal. My water with TONS of lemons was good, but I wasn’t sure what upset my stomach that night – too much lemon or the chicken?

For breakfast the next morning, I thankfully found a diner where I just ordered tomatoes, chicken, eggs and fruit, all ala carte. And it was awesome.

Even though boss was buying lunch, it was Chipotle and to save myself the agony of deciding, I just skipped it and waited until we went our separate ways after lunch to gobble down the italian meat sauce and spaghetti squash I had packed away for this purpose.

The next big challenge was prepping for the woodlands-themed baby shower I was throwing. It was a small intimate affair with six people, so I made minestrone soup (non W30, but had my own leftovers) and chicken salad (totally W30 and amazing, including the homemade mayo, especially since I hate chicken salad and mayo) and bought croissants for the guests.

Desserts, homemade, were chocolate-covered pretzels topped with graham cracker crumbs dyed green (moss on logs), peanut butter balls dipped in chocolate (acorns/buckeyes) and chocolate cupcakes with little owl faces (oreo cookies, candy corn and reese’s pieces).

While making everything, I quickly brushed aside the temptation to lick the chocolate off my fingers. The desire to eat this stuff burned the hardest on Saturday during the party, but it wasn’t agonizing. It’s just the way it was at the time and I knew I’d get to indulge in something just a delicious at a later date. No big deal. (I just didn’t realize it’d be so soon. Keep reading.)

Actually, I think I wanted the cheese and hummus and crackers more than anything.

So, second big challenge – baking chocolatey goods – accepted, taken, and conquered.

The third big challenge was having to prep food for a hike for a search mission, which are usually very long days of climbing/scrambling/bushwhacking through hard terrain. I debating bringing my old food of gels, bars and tortilla wraps (light and easy), but folks on the Whole30 forum kinda convinced me that I could do it right. So, I loaded up my pack with lettuce wraps of chicken, mayo and avocado, roasted some thinly sliced yams and made “chips” (which would have been fantastic if i hadn’t burned most of them), plus nuts, apples, left over chicken, an avocado and 8 LARA bars (which, are OK). But, as you’ll read later, that was all for naught.

Aside from the cooking and eating, the physical/emotional results from eating like this for two weeks have been … minimal. I think the biggest thing I’ve noticed is my energy levels (which most people would say are regularly high) have evened out. Or rather, it doesn’t take as long to feel alert in the morning and I’m (appropriately) crashing at the same time every night for bed. My afternoon crashes are minimal and the cravings to snack in the afternoons are minimal too. I probably snack mostly because I’m bored, which are then just almonds and apples.

My skin and dark circles under the eyes were pretty clear the first week but that all went to hell last week with the stress of the busy week, less than 8 hours of sleep a night and the monthly hormonal spike.

So, two more weeks, not a problem, right?

No. I go on a search mission on Sunday, slip on a wet rock, twist my knee and tear my ACL.

Monday night, after a long day of two doctors, one MRI, two meetings with folks about scheduling surgery and insurance/claims paperwork, my emotions couldn’t take it anymore.

I wanted to drink a goddamn beer – the strongest IPA I could find – a big fat burger topped with caramelized onions and bacon and bleu cheese and sweet potato fries. And a goddamn chocolate cupcake to top it off. With friends.

SO I did. And of all those things… I’d say the beer and the burger and fries were the most delicious. The cupcake was good too, but it didn’t quite give me the satisfaction that I thought it would. Actually, the whole thing (except for my first few sips of beer) didn’t give me as much satisfaction as I thought. Kinda. I don’t know. I think the fries and bleu cheese were on par with the beer too. I was sad when the fries were gone.

But it also proved that again, as I’ve figured, I’m more of a savory food type than a sweet tooth type.

I will admit, I weighed myself before I went out. My first weigh-in was in the morning on Oct. 2 and I was at 128 lbs. Last night’s weight-in was at 5:30 p.m. and I was at 125 lbs. I’d say give or take a pound b/c of my heavy lunch and hormones, my true weight was probably about 123. So, five pounds lost? Although a picture of me last weekend shows otherwise, I can tell in my face and in my belly. Quads slimmed down too.

So, now, where do I go from here?

Technically, I have to start over again with Day 1 if I want to truly complete a program and then do a proper re-introduction. “Detox” from my binge yesterday. Frankly, it wouldn’t be hard since I have a fridge STUFFED with Whole30 food right now. And eating Whole30 style, when on my own, at my house, is NOT that hard.

The most challenging is eating out and at Brian’s – although he’s been so sweet and trying to help me – he’s not doing the W30 but I think he’s enjoying the challenge of trying to figure out what I can and can’t eat and is fascinated by it. Or not (it annoys him he can’t cook us sausage) and he’s just really THAT nice. He did make me a veggie, yam and steak dinner though, just for me, the night of my injury. He even shaved the zukes and squash to make them “noodles” and honestly, they were amazing. Perfect comfort food, like egg noodles. I kinda cried while eating, it was so kind of him to do this.

I could do another three weeks, until my surgery… or just go back to a much healthier Paleo diet, just saying no to cheese and bread when eating out but allow myself a beer and see how I feel overall. I’ve thought about doing another W30 in January, when I’ll be more mobile and can cook on my own but it will be after the holidays, so I can enjoy pecan pie and pistachio jam bars.

And especially since I won’t be doing ANY vigorous workouts the next six-nine months, I’ll REALLY need to watch what I eat to fight the 35-Year-Old-Metabolism.

I should probably actually read “It Starts With Food” too.





Instead of doing three separate entries, since they’d all sound the same anyway, I’m going to cram Friday-Saturday-Sunday together. (October Fri 10, Sat 11, Sun 12)

Breakfasts – quiche, avocado, tomatillo sauce, tea/scrambled eggs with red peppers, avocado

Lunches – Sloppy joes leftovers, spaghetti squash with italian meat sauce, minestrone soup with avocado, homemade chicken soup

Dinners – sloppy joes with portobello mushrooms, sloppy joe leftovers, ground beef with roasted brussell sprouts and cauliflower rice

Snacks – bananas, tea, water, apples, cashews, pumpkin seeds, grapes

Sleep – 8.5 hours/7 hours/7 hours

Overall, my energy levels are balanced out (I’m very alert in the mornings now) but there is still some gastric distress (Timeline of Terrible Feelings said that will still happen at this point in the plan). I also partly blame this weekend’s Sloppy Joes. Haven’t tried working out yet but hope to give it a try this week with boot camp or a run. Noticing clothes are fitting a little easier. Those two nights of seven hours of sleep were terrible though and I paid for it on Sunday.

Funny story: Brian is taking statistics in grad school this fall. His brain is full of graphs and charts and plotting stuff. This weekend I apparently had a few dramatic spikes and falls of energy and he’s been plotting out “Tiffany’s Energy Levels” in his head and is coming to the conclusion that this Whole30 thing is not good for me.

Me: But I’m crazy alert in the mornings now!

Him: Yeah, I can’t figure that one out. Read the rest of this entry »

Day 8, Oct. 9, 2014

Breakfast – three eggs with red peppers

Lunch – pork chops, carrots and parsnips, mashed acorn squash (made with ghee, salt, pepper and coconut milk – FINALLY found the key to making mashed acorn squash taste good)

Dinner – pumpkin seeds, grapes (FAIL, I KNOW)

Snacks – pumpkin seeds, banana

Sleep: six hours

Afraid of my blog posts getting boring, thankfully, being on the road today for work made for some interesting situations.

One of my biologists bought cookies for those of us who came out into the field. Really good cookies from Country Aire Natural Food Markets. She had just enough for all of us. I politely refused and explained what I was doing. They just said, oh, well, cool. Psychologically, I wanted it (I’ve been wanting a lot of things lately I don’t normally want, like cupcakes with icing) but my gut said, nah, you’re good.

The other thing was wanting to nosh on some protein, i.e. jerky, on the two hour drive from Port Angeles. I went into the above-mentioned market, thinking they HAVE to have something. I found the small stash and everything had some sugar added to it or was NOT appealing or was vegan (really?!?!? This girl doesn’t do vegan.). Except the Echo Bars – dried cherries were added as the “sugar” to the beef with habanero bar. Technically, it’s legal.

After I hesitantly purchased it (also the first place I’ve been able to find bacon with no sugar!), one bite immediately reminded me of Clif Bar texture… then that sweet cherry taste… then kinda like dog food… then followed up by the spicy kick.

A few more bites, I eventually tossed into the back seat.

* sigh * Oh well. Back to pumpkin seeds.

While I was in the store, it occurred to me how ridiculous I was getting about label checking. Or am I? I mean, if I’m going to do this program, I’m going to do it right. So, frankly, failure doesn’t exist because I know what I need to do to not fail. So, label checking and no sugar it is.

(Yes, I realize that of the three people reading this, one of them is my father and he’s rolling his eyes right now. Just wanted to make sure I acknowledged this.)

I guess my point is that reading labels has really opened my eyes as to what’s in our food. I mean, I knew but didn’t really know. I know I’m getting a little fanatic about it, but I’m definitely getting an education too.

Talking to Brian about this tonight (Him: “I never would have thought there would be sugar in bacon!”) I was sort of ranting about the label reading and it just further proves my theory: eating fresh, local veggies and fruits and buying my meat directly from the person who raised the cow and having a conversation with them about their farm makes me feel better about what I’m fueling my body to function.

And as for functioning, despite getting six hours of sleep last night, I felt pretty good today. While it usually takes me a LONG time to even talk in the morning and dragging myself out of bed is one of the things in the world I despise, I was wide awake with 10 minutes.

Day 7: Wed., Oct. 8, 2014

Breakfast  – quiche and tea

Lunch  – coconut curry and spaghetti squash

Dinner  – beef and spaghetti squash

Snacks – banana, apple, handful of almonds

Sleep: eight hours

Was pretty hard to wake up this morning, but I partially blame on a 10:40 p.m. bedtime AND reading in bed just before turning out the light (that always makes me feel groggy the next day, compared to when I read on the couch). And it usually takes me awhile to get up anyway.

Funny though – I’ve been regularly waking up at 5 a.m. for a few minutes, then waking up JUST before my alarm goes off at 6:45 a.m.

It’s been so nice to have prepared food to just grab-and-g0. Today I had to make sure I had lunch, dinner and tomorrow’s lunch. After assessing the situation, yikes, I’m running out of protein!!! Good thing I’m home tomorrow night. After a trip to the farmers market, I’ll be cranking out an Italian meat sauce and experiment with a minestrone soup for a party I’m hosting next week. I also need to come up with a chicken salad. Experiment with more quiches with different ingredients too.

I really want to try working out, or at least going for a run. I think I could probably give that whirl on Friday at lunch or after work. I think my energy level is balanced enough. I’m also noticing, even though the scale has been squirreled away under the bed (no weighing oneself during this whole time), I’m slimming down, despite the constant eating and/or the larger meals I’m having. According to Whole30, this is my body learning how to rely on good proteins, fats and carbs as energy sources, not added sugars.

The Timeline of Terrible Feelings also discusses food dreams, of which I’ve had two in a row. I “had” a piece of cake on Monday night and I was doing/eating something related to food last night in my dreams, but can’t remember what it was.

This graphic popped up in today’s reminder email:



Thankfully, I can say NO to falling into the trap of any of these:

I’m not doing any “technicalities” because those defeat the purpose of what I’m doing.

I don’t think 2-3 handfuls of seeds or nuts throughout the day is too much. Just enough to satiate a hunger craving.

And trust me, I have NO PROBLEM eating more. Counting what? I didn’t take math in college and the idea of counting the amount of good food I’m eating makes me dizzy.

Allowing myself two pieces of fruit a day is all the sugar I need. Thankfully, I don’t have much of a sweet tooth. Welllllll….. except for that 2 p.m. dark chocolate craving I tend to have … daily.





Tuesday, October 7, 2014

(I swear I have not written this consistently in I don’t know how long. It’s nice to have a regular purpose for this blog for once.)

Breakfast – HUGE slice of the breakfast quiche with the avy and tomatillo sauce (making breakfast like this is SO brilliant).

Lunch – spaghetti squash, ground beef, a little avocado, apple and sunflower seeds

Dinner – SUPER late dinner – coconut curry and spaghetti squash

Snack – almonds

Woke up with a kind of “sickly” feeling, but that’s to be expected, from what I understand. But a little food and tea in me and I’m better. Woke up pretty groggy though, even for going to bed at 10:30 p.m. and alarm going off just before 7 a.m. 8.5 hours of sleep. It’s paying off. As is all the water I’m drinking. The Timeline of Terrible Feelings said around this time I’d hit a energy low/sleepiness before my energy starts to balance out.

Today is an office day, and the lunch bag is brimming with fruit, nuts, veggies, Sunshine Sauce and two containers of beef and spaghetti squash (to be topped with avocado) (which is honestly no different than what I’d bring to work in my usual eating regiment). We’ll see how the day goes. I actually have an at-home evening. May try and crank out a meat sauce for the spaghetti squash and zuke noodles. I will saute the zuke noodles too to see if my belly likes them better.

Mid-day check in: The day is going well – no real cravings and a steady feeling of awareness but slightly slumping energy level. Fog outside isn’t helping.

The rest of the day went well. Didn’t get to dinner until 9:30 p.m. (whoops) because I wound up going shopping for a baby shower I’ll be hosting in 10 days. Surprisingly though, I really didn’t get super hungry until after 8 p.m. The suggestions from the Whole30 plan that because I’m eating nothing but good fats and proteins and carbs (veggies and fruit), I’m staying fuller longer and not feeling the need to snack as much is proving itself true.

And man, 10 p.m. hit and I was toast.