Monday, December 22, 2008

More Projects


This was our project for yesterday...one that's been in the making for several years! I bought a few of these lanterns years ago and have been carrying them around ever since waiting for the perfect place to hang them. We finally found it! I painted a gold box on the wall above our new dresser (see previous blog). Then Jay took a leftover piece of wood from the bench/dresser, screwed it to the wall, inserted dowels, and hung the lanterns. I wanted it to have a bazaar feel and that's exactly the way it turned out. Initially I wanted to hang them over the bed, but Jay was afraid of dying in the middle of the night, a legitimate concern! But I'm very happy that we chose this spot instead. Eventually, when the room is completely finished, I'll take pictures all the way around with a real camera. These pics were taken with an iphone, so not that great.

Anyway, I hope all of you have a very Merry (and relaxing) Christmas! See you in the new year!

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Coldplay Concert..Finally!

I apologize for the lateness of this review, but I decided that Jay should write it instead of me as I was mostly concerned about the deafness of my baby during the show as opposed to all the details Jay was paying attention to. Besides, he is an excellent writer. So here you go. In the words of Jay:

Coldplay Concert Review 11/13/08 - Sprint Center, Kansas City, MO

Most of us go to concerts for the entertainment value. I am no exception, but the parts of the show that entertain me are not necessarily those that entertain others. I am interested in seeing how large the sound board is, the scale of the production, lighting trusses, special effects, outfits, the number of wardrobe changes, stage plot, in-ears or floor monitors, song transitions, stage presence, musicality, dynamics and so on.

But the thing I look forward to most is discovering what song has been given the hallowed role of opener. In fact I typically play a game with myself in guessing what song gets the leading spot. Having played in bands for years, I’ve taken part in my share of set list discussions that typically revolve around three to four central questions; not the least of which is “What song do we start with?” So as you can imagine I like to try and apply my experiences in this endeavor and predict what other bands may do in like circumstances. When I saw Chris Tomlin, I guessed right. However, when I saw Radiohead, I was off the board. Typically the more artistic and more successful the band, the less predictable the song opener. At this point you are begging me to move on. I thought this was about a Coldplay concert!? It is.

I put a lot of thought into Coldplay’s opening song. I knew it had to be from their newest album, Viva La Vida. Rule of thumb is to start with a well-known, high-energy number but as I said before, curve balls are more commonly thrown by mega-bands. Prior to the start of the show, I had 4 guesses; Life in Technicolor, Lost, Lovers in Japan or Viva La Vida. The most energetic of those is Viva La Vida. However, I quickly cast that choice aside because that’s the hit single. It’s extremely rare for a band to lead with the hit single. I dismissed Lost. It just doesn’t seem like an opener. So then we are left with Life in Technicolor or Lovers in Japan. I thought either could be a possibility. Life in Technicolor has an intro that is way too long for opener status, but it occurred to me that if the band omitted the synth intro, we might have something.

In fact that was what they did. They skipped the introduction and began the song melody for roughly 30 seconds before the band came in at full strength. The bold light show commenced when the drums kicked in. As soon as Life was over, lights went black and Chris Martin immediately began verse one of Violet Hill. If you’ve not heard this song, you’re missing out. Adjectives abound. Marching groove, dynamic, colorful, textured, dirty, but most envious of all, enough attitude to fill an arena and have some left over. The eight quarter note diamonds that follow each chorus were brilliantly and appropriately accented with explosions of light. At the conclusion of this song, I was happy to have made the trip and looked forward to rest of the night. Judging from the crowd’s response, I was not alone.

The set list was thoughtfully crafted. Bands tend to play their highest card on the first hand. They start with a huge song, bright lights, painful volume and intense energy. As the concert progresses, it never reaches the same height the band had at note one. The coaster drops and rides flat for the remainder.

The Coldplay concert was not that way. In fact the band was very deliberate about managing momentum and tempering the use of non-musical production tricks so that the show more resembled hills on top of a plateau. The technological apex was not reached until the fourth song. Large white, semi-translucent balls descended from the rafters all over the center of the arena to varying heights. En route, colorful graphics were projected on the balls resembling enormous Christmas ornaments. The cool thing was the projection seemed to be coming from inside the ball. Moments later, a live video feed from stage cameras was displayed on the surfaces of these rotating balls.

The video was so precise and “distressed” that I presumed it was pre-recorded. I began to look for clues that may confirm my suspicions. I looked for discrepancies in wardrobe, movement, and background. It all matched perfectly. So much so that I don’t believe there was any possible way it was pre-recorded. So then my attention turned to just how they were applying video filters to live video feed in a way that looked so appropriate for the angle being shot and the musical moment. That was the single most impressive element of the “show”.

The concert also had notable congruence with the band’s marketing machine that pre-dated the concert. Several weeks prior to the start of the tour, the band released a video for Lovers in Japan. Many of the same props and outfits that were utilized in the video showed up on stage. The color palette of the outfits, props and lighting was in parallel to what you find in album artwork and the band web site. I appreciated the fact that this was noticeable but not overbearing.

The highlight of the evening came unexpectedly as Chris was finishing a piano ballad on one of the two auxiliary stages set up around the arena. A single, small, bright spot light lit up Chris and his piano. The arena was dark otherwise. Unknown to the crowd, the rest of the band had taken their positions at center stage in total darkness awaiting the completion of Chris’s vocal / piano duet. As he concluded the song, the small light faded slowly. Applause filled the darkness but was violently interrupted with the smashing start of Viva La Vida. All lights were full bore. Confetti exploded everywhere. The crowd was energized anew.

The drummer had left his typical spot behind the drum kit and was standing at center stage, playing a timpani, a large bell and what appeared to be a marching bass drum. He also was picking up the opening vocals. Very cool.

When all was said and done, I appreciated the attention to visual detail and the way the band managed momentum and crowd energy. Just when your mind was starting to wander, they would move to an auxiliary stage, alter the light show, use techno tricks, etc. Unexpectedly there were moments of sloppy instrumentation, which I attribute mainly to Captain Morgan. I was also a bit surprised at the amount of dead air between songs, but I suspect Coldplay was intentional about that detail as well. As the night ended, I found myself very pleased. The concert was clean and the band did what we paid to see them do. Money well spent and I hope to see you at a future Coldplay concert. Oh and as to the question, “What song did they end with?” Yellow. Naturally.

Monday, November 24, 2008

It's a...

Girl! I can't hardly believe it, but we're having a girl. I was actually a little surprised as I was starting to feel like it was going to be a boy. But I'm certainly not disappointed! It was so cool to see the baby today. She was moving around and everything was completely normal and whole, which was the best part to find out. My doctor said all of her measurements were in the 60th percentile. So she's a little bigger than "normal." Jay and I figure that means she'll follow the Sallie trend of having large European heads and necks! She also had some meaty thighs. So hopefully she'll be a chubby baby!

As far as how I'm feeling...I feel pretty normal except I'm tired, but that's nothing new for me! I'm also starting to feel some aches and pains in my back, hips, and feet. The bottom of my feet especially hurt even if I've been standing for 10 minutes. I feel like I need to get some of those tan shoes elderly people have to wear! Evie and I giggled today as we thought about our husbands having to rock us back and forth before boosting us out of a lounging or sitting position! She "encouraged" me that the heaviness I'm currently feeling is only just beginning!

I'm also starting to feel "things" in my belly. Not really flutters, as they're often described, but more like that heavy feeling you get when you're riding a roller coaster or going up an elevator. It's part of the Coldplay story, but that was the first time I felt the baby and it was rather obvious! When the music started, she started poking me, like "hey, what's going on out there!" It was amazing and a little scary considering how loud the music was! But she'll probably be a rocker like her daddy!

Anyway, here's a little picture of our baby girl:

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Wall Art

My brother has started a school of worship where he lives. So they rented a house to use for lessons. It's so perfect for what they need and the school is already booked up with several teachers. I'm so excited about what he's doing. I wish I had had music lessons when I was young like those being giving at Nate's school. I might have stuck with piano a little better! Anyway, his birthday was also last week. So I decided to create a little wall art for the school. The decor is very modern and bright. Sort of like retro mod. It's really cool and fun. So I tried to stick with the theme. Obviously this piece was created for what will be the drum room. I hope he likes it! If not, I told him he could decorate a closet with it! Reason for this post? I told several people what I was working on and they wanted to see it. So here you go!

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

The Bump


So...I was planning to take frequent pictures of my growing belly and even thought it would be fun to make a flip book just for my own personal pleasure...but that didn't happen! So this is me at 14 weeks. Not the best pictures, especially considering I put the timer on and took them myself, which is why I have no head in one of them! But you can definitely see my bump. You can also see my growing rear! The two are almost symmetrical! I hope the front side eventually overtakes the back side! I saw a maternity shirt recently that said, "Remember, my butt is a balancing tool." Love it!

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Baby Name...


Well, I hate to disappoint anyone out there, but Jay has talked me out of posting potential baby names on this particular blog. So I guess you'll just have to wait until the baby gets here! It will truly be a surprise! We will find out what we're having on November 24...hopefully, and that will definitely be announced. If it's a girl, you'll hear my mom screaming "Yippee!" from Maryland, and if it's a boy...well, the screaming will be from my dad! That's about it for now. Enjoy this rare short blog.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Mom Pants

Well, it's been a while since my pregnancy adventure has been updated. I didn't want to bore anyone with "normal" details about throwing up, growing pains, constant hunger, uncomfortable clothes, etc. Suffice it to say, my pregnancy has been "normal" thus far. I thought I was finally getting over the whole nausea/vomiting stage since I hadn't thrown up in two weeks, but apparently it's just slowing down, which I obviously won't complain about!

This weekend I went to St. Louis to see my best friend Evie's new baby, Noah, who is now 6 weeks old. I wasn't sure what to expect, not having been around babies very often...if ever...but he was so sweet. It took me a while to warm up to him and the idea of Evie having a baby was just so hard to grasp. Not because, she's not a great mom or anything like that, but it's just weird to see your friend without a baby for so long, and then all of a sudden there's a new life forever and wonderfully attached to the old one. I honestly felt more comfortable with their dog since that's been my level of experience up until this point. But like I said, I eventually warmed up to the little guy and was excited when they left me "in charge" for a few brief moments during the weekend. It was a sweet experience and I know I'll grow to love him more and more.

I also know based on that experience that I'll grow to love the idea of me having a baby more and more as the days go by. So far, I haven't been very attached to the little one growing inside of me. It's still very abstract and surreal. I think that's partially because I'm still nervous that something might go wrong. I've heard about and witnessed too many bad pregnancies, and, despite the fact that I'm usually the eternal optimist, this is one area that I'm having trouble not being skeptical in. The fact that my belly is still growing and that I'm still ravenously hungry and throwing up occasionally gives me some satisfaction and comfort.

We spent a tiring 6 hours at the mall yesterday, and our first stop was Gap Maternity where they were having a lovely sale which I took advantage of. Yes, I'm only 12 weeks along now, but my pants are becoming terribly uncomfortable, especially after I eat...which is frequently. So I joined the army of elastic waists, quite gleefully I might add! You wouldn't believe how comfortable maternity clothes are until you've tried them on and I'm just wondering why all clothes aren't made this comfortably! I was so happy to slip that elasticized pair of jeans over my waist that I had an epiphany: This is why the horrid mom pants with elastic waists that you can buy at Busy Bee are so popular with the older population!!! Because they're so stinking comfortable! I never understood before, but I do now! Evie told me I would be addicted, and I believe she's right! I don't know how I'll ever go back to the buttons that dig into your belly. I'm a changed woman...physically and mentally. I'm emotionally hooked to elastic.

Sunday, September 28, 2008

The Bench

A few years ago, against Jay's better judgment, I bought this beautiful old bench from my favorite store in Springfield: Quixote. I initially intended it to go upstairs in our office, but considering the size and weight and the odd angle of the door it needed to go through, that didn't happen. Though the bench was amazing, it really didn't fit into our normal-sized home, and so became a point of frequent contention. I couldn't bear to part with it despite its enormity and impracticality. We tried it in several locations and it finally ended up on the back covered deck where it started to fade and weather. I was not happy.

Then one day I had an idea! I told Jay we should cut it into pieces and make it into a head and foot board for our bed. He thought it was a good idea and started taking it apart. I was so thrilled with the results that I thought I'd never have it any other way. But that would be too easy for us! We had to put our mattress on the ground to make it work, which I liked, but Jay wasn't crazy about. And though I loved the foot board, I had to move it out every time I needed to make the bed. It was also a bit hazardous considering the rough edges that stuck out in various locations. On top of that, our bedroom had started out Shabby Chic, but with the rustic headboard, we needed to move in a different direction. But it was a good idea for a while.
Finally, after much debate, we decided to return to our true natures of dark ethnic rustic decor. We have completely redecorated the bedroom (which isn't completely ready to be seen yet). My desire was to have one large piece of furniture with drawers to avoid the typical two dresser set. After looking around for a while and finding nothing that was big enough or cheap enough, the bench was reincarnated into its final form: an over-sized dresser. And it's absolutely gorgeous! Jay did an amazing job, with the help of my ideas of course! And here she is:



Monday, September 22, 2008

Baby Sandidge is Real!


I had my first doctor's appointment today. They did an ultrasound and everything looks good. There's only one baby (some of you were hoping for twins!), but he/she is alive and kicking! We could see the little arms and legs and the facial features. We could see the tiny heart beating too! The doctor said it was too early to hear the heartbeat, but we could see it beating, and everything looked normal. He also said I was 9 weeks along and confirmed it by measuring the little peanut! We both really liked the doctor and feel comfortable with him. So I think everything is on track. It was more of a relief than anything else to actually see something there. I thought I would be more emotional, but I just felt like, "Okay. Everything is okay." And it really is!

Friday, September 19, 2008

Facing Fears...Jay Style

So I guess while I was facing my worst fears at the doctor's office on Wednesday (see previous blog), Jay was facing his thousands of miles above the earth. Of course, some background is required here.

Jay has a little problem with claustrophobia. The main problem with his fear is feeling trapped...I guess that's what this phobia is, but let me explain a bit further. In the past, he's developed a problem with flying. It's not the flying that causes my calm, laid back husband to fly into unbelievable fits of rage, but not being in control and/or not being able to get off the plane when he wants to. As long as he can see out the window while flying, and he can be near the front to get off the plan as soon as possible once they've landed, everything goes smoothly.

However, in the past before he realized the conditions that needed to be in place to remain calm, we had several not so pretty incidents. Early on in our marriage, before I was even aware Jay had any phobias, we were headed home to Maryland for Christmas. With parents living so far away, these times were/are very precious to me. I was happily reading a book on our leg from Springfield to Chicago when I started noticing that Jay was a little tense. We were on a rather tiny plane and it was dark outside. Jay leaned over and asked me to sing to him. "Weird," I thought, but I indulged him and sang something quietly while he rested his head on my shoulder.
We soon landed, but had to sit on the plane for awhile...we were in Chicago after all where nothing is ever on time or running smoothly. As we waited, Jay began to panic and at some point leaned over and said, "I've got to get off this f***ing plane." Note: Jay doesn't cuss...ever! At this point I was really concerned! I tried to calm him down as best I could scared that he would do something stupid and we would never get home, and thankfully we didn't have to wait much longer.

When we got off the plane and Jay was back to normal, he told me that he was just going to rent a car and drive to Maryland meeting me there. He was dead serious. We really didn't have that much time in Maryland to begin with and I wasn't about to spend the majority of my Christmas with my husband driving across country to avoid planes! I told him so rather forcefully and let him know that he was in fact going to get on the plane and go home with me for Christmas...end of story. He got the point, and reluctantly climbed on to a thankfully bigger plane that produced no more incidents on that trip.

Over the years, Jay has had to travel more and more via air and has found a variety of ways to make these trips much less stressful. But of course, things can't be perfect all the time.

So on Wednesday as Jay was flying to Cedar Rapids, Iowa with his boss for business, another incident occurred...this time a rather hilarious one.

Close to landing time, Jay headed towards the bathroom. Pushing the bi-fold door in, he turned to shut the shoddily constructed door and struggled with the alignment of it but finally got it closed. As he also struggled with the lock, he finally gave up assuming everyone had seen him walk to the bathroom and wouldn't try to walk in on him. Still nervous about not locking the door and being walked in on, Jay quickly went to the bathroom constantly alert.

But when he tried to open the supposedly unlocked door, it wouldn't budge. Pulling as hard as he could, he immediately began to panic and started jerking the door. Finally he began knocking and yelling for help. Hearing the man sitting just on the other side get up and start to push on the door, Jay backed up waiting for rescue. The door still wouldn't budge. The man paused and Jay started yelling again, this time saying, "PUSH! PUSH!" The man jiggled the door a little more. Then finally said, "It's locked."

In that split second, Jay realized that he had indeed locked the door, the bathroom lights were on, which they wouldn't have been if the door had been unlocked, and he looked like a complete fool! Sliding the lock back, he easily opened the door, and most likely with a red face, headed back to his seat near the front to the very audible snickers and laughs coming from those at the back of the plane. When he neared his boss' seat, she said, "Was that you back there making all that raucous?"

I felt much better about my "brush with death" with the needle that afternoon after hearing Jay's story. At least I didn't act like a crazy person! Ah...fears! What great stories they create!

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Don't Take My Blood!

I had my first doctor's appointment today. Although I only saw the nurse and not the actual doctor. She asked me questions about my history, gave me a little "goody" bag with books and information, and sent me to the lab to get my blood drawn...probably my least favorite thing to do in the whole world!

But I had been psyching myself for days in preparation for the inevitable. So I was mostly okay when I went up to the lab. I waited by an interesting Eastern European lady who seemed to not quite know US culture protocol, but she was a great distraction while I waited! Finally they called me back and as I sat down, I instantly became dizzy and began to feel warm.

I told the lady which arm to work on and to take her time since my veins were usually hard to find. So she cinched me up and start pushing at the bend in my elbow. She pushed and pushed and pushed all the while I was getting more and more nervous. Finally she asks the other lady to come over for a second opinion to make sure she had found a vein instead of a tendon which she nicely told me would make me come out of my seat if she hit! Thanks for the update on possible horrible situations!

The other lady gave the thumbs up, and my lady kept pushing. Meanwhile, the Eastern European lady came in, had her blood drawn my lady #2 and gleefully left. She came back suddenly because she had forgotten her purse. She said, "I was just so happy," in the cutest accent! And still lady #1 is pushing on my arm!!! Finally, she goes in and instantly says the name of lady #2 who rushes over and says things like, "you have this on crooked." Lady #1 says things like, "it wasn't as deep as I thought." Dear Lord, why me? Because I'm difficult, they use the smaller needle which takes longer and they also drew 4 vials of blood. So she was in there for quite a while constantly getting assistance from lady #2.

Okay, so I'm making it way more traumatic than it really was. But in my mind, it was very traumatic! Unfortunately, this seems to be the case more often than not when I have to get blood drawn. Can't they just put people like lady #1 on urine sample duty and let people like lady #2 do the things that are most scary to people!? Regardless of my pain and suffering, which I will soothe away with the milkshake that has been promised to me by my husband every time I get stuck with a needle, I was happy to get stuck for the reason I was getting stuck for. It was also worth it to find out that I will have an ultrasound on Friday and be able to hear my baby's heartbeat. That alone brought tears to my eyes just imagining that I would hear a heartbeat and finally know everything is okay.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Chocolate Cake and Urinating Dogs...Part 2

On to the chocolate cake bit. So I haven't been eating very well since I've been pregnant. Still nothing sounds good and I still can't handle meat. I feel bad because I've always told myself I would be the quintessential health queen when I was pregnant. Thankfully I haven't been craving sweets which is usually an addiction for me in the most serious terms of the word. I've also been trying to watch my weight, nervous of course that I'll blow up like a balloon. It's never taken much for me to put on a few extra pounds. However, with the hunger and the nausea, I feel like I need to eat what I feel like eating when I feel like eating it.

So far so good, until yesterday. I actually don't feel like I ate much yesterday, not nearly as much as I have been. But somehow I gained a whole pound between yesterday and today! Ah! But I have a theory...a silly theory, yes, but a fun one nevertheless.

Last night I had a dream. It was a terribly long dream, but at the end, I was traveling home on an airplane. As we arrived, we were told we'd have to wait on the plane for hours for some reason. The plane then turned into more of a room where flight attendants began bringing out enormous trays of food. It was like a Thanksgiving dinner cafeteria style with gravy-smothered turkey and mashed potatoes. I kept looking at the trays and thinking, "I really need to eat some of that even though it doesn't look very good." But eventually they ran out of the turkey dinners and I hadn't gotten one.

Then they started bringing out cake! Someone brought me a zip-lock bag full of different kinds of cake. (Sounds gross, but it wasn't in my dream!) One of the cakes was a tall layered chocolate cake. Between each layer was some kind of orange jelly or icing, each layer being different but all orange. It was delicious and I ate it heartily with some milk which magically produced cereal at some point. Again, sounds gross, but I was loving it in the dream! I woke up soon thereafter.

When I arrived at the scale the next morning...one pound heavier! Was it the chocolate cake? Jay thinks I was sleep-walking and dreaming about the cake while I was eating something else. I like my theory better, much more obvious and rational!

Chocolate Cake and Urinating Dogs...Part 1

When I realized I could write about my dogs all night long, in fact I intend them to be the subject of my very first book, I decided to write this post in two parts. The first being about the dogs. One of my favorite stories of my two current pups is as follows:

When I brought Mollie, a fluffy white and black Shih Tzu, home, I was nervous to see how Maggie, our prissy 5 pound Papillon, would react. She was queen of the house and had complete reign over the humans who served her. Introducing Mollie to her new surroundings, I sat on the laundry room floor and pointed Mollie in the direction of the communal food and water bowls. Mollie took a drink, sloshing water around, leaving a trail of slimy saliva behind. Maggie pranced over to the contaminated dishes. She sniffed the food bowl, then turned to the water bowl curling her lip up in disgust as she noticed the filth left behind. Queen Maggie then clipped over to the other side of the room, turned to face me on the rug in front of her well-used doggie door, and looking me straight in the eye, squatted and urinated on the rug. Knowing Maggie, this was an act of rebellion, not mere coincidence. I tried to be stern to show disapproval, but it was one of the funniest things my pets have ever done.

With this story in mind, I will tell you a new one. During the past week, either Jay or I has discovered a puddle of pee on the floor somewhere in the house. The first time it was on the same rug as mentioned above, and slowly the puddle has moved further and further away from the doggie door as it happened several more times. Frustrated, first of all because we never caught the culprit in the crime and therefore couldn't punish anyone, and second because...well, there's pee on the floor, Jay and I discussed who might be doing this and why. He was quick to blame Mollie as she isn't the sharpest tool in the shed. We thought maybe she was playing too hard, got too excited, and couldn't make it outside in time.

Then one night as we were getting ready for bed, Maggie was roaming around our bedroom. (She sleeps in our room, but Mollie sleeps downstairs.) As I came out of my bathroom and entered the bedroom, I saw it: a small puddle of pee on the carpet! The criminal was caught red-handed! I grabbed Maggie up, stuck her nose in the urine, swatted her several times, and reprimanded her in a very mean high school teacher-like voice. She was thoroughly aware of her crime and quickly sank into her pillow without a peep avoiding all eye contact with me. So it was the intelligent one.

Now the question remained: why? It crossed my mind that maybe it was because I was pregnant and she was sensitive to the changes and acting out for some reason. I thought this was slightly crazy and didn't voice my opinion, until Jay said the same thing. Curious, I mentioned Maggie's actions to a co-worker the next day and she also said maybe it was because I was pregnant. So of course I researched it and sure enough there was an article stating various behaviors of dogs around their pregnant owners. The article stated that many dogs become overly protective and clingy to the pregnant owner, while others may become stressed and nervous causing them to act out by "relieving themselves indoors." Can someone tell me why my dog decided on the latter instead of the former!? This could be an interesting few months! Though I think after my extremely stern reprimand the other night, Maggie will think twice before allowing her instincts to take hold.

Saturday, September 6, 2008

Food, Food, Food...I love FOOD!

Well, this blog will definitely be taking a significant turn from its original purpose! But I'm perfectly okay with that. So, I think pretty much everyone knows that I'm pregnant. Unbelievable, miraculous, whatever you want to call it, it finally happened! It still hasn't quite sunk in even though we've known for a little over two weeks now. Though my body is doing incredibly strange things, my mind just imagines that I'm sick or that my initial diet has caused an increase in desire for food at all hours of the day...and night. I think I'm waiting for the doctor to officially announce there is something healthy and real growing inside of me before I let my mind and heart get involved.

However, since I have been feeling quite a few extreme and very new sensations, I've allowed myself to get my hopes up a little. I had minor symptoms the first time around, but this time they seem much stronger. So let's talk about those symptoms. Wow! The body is truly an amazing thing! It's incredible how one day everything seems normal, the Maker's Diet is moving along nicely, walks are a pleasure, and I'm feeling pretty good. Then, BAM!!! Out of nowhere comes this peanut-sized creature that literally rocks my world and my body.

Symptom #1: Breasts so sore and seemingly large that they can't be touched or moved too quickly less unbearable pain follow. I feel like I'm pulling extra weights with me every time I get out of bed.

Symptom #2: Instant puffy stomach. So puffy, in fact, that Jay thinks there might be two in there. I was taking Clomid for two months prior to the month I got pregnant. Of course, it's probably just bloating, but it's fun to "feel" pregnant already.

Symptom #3: Weight loss even though I'm eating like a banshee! At first I was kind of still sticking to the Maker's Diet with a few minor adjustments. I wasn't really eating carbs mainly because they weren't in the house and I wasn't really craving them. But when I couldn't seem to fill my belly fast enough or for long enough, the diet kind of went out the window and I've had to improvise on a daily basis. Which brings us to...

Symptom #4: Ridiculous hunger that hits on a regular basis and causes nausea. This has been the most difficult part. Despite the fact that I feel like I'm starving half the time, practically nothing sounds good. Simple things make my stomach roll at just the thought...like tater tots! I can't hardly stand the thought or sight of meat. I thought I was ready to eat some chicken the other night when we went to Outback with some friends, but when the person sitting across from received her salad with chicken, I just couldn't do it. The chicken was cut into too perfect cubes and just didn't look natural. I didn't saying anything, not wanting to ruin my friend's meal, but it was enough to turn me off from own chicken sandwich. So I just had a salad and cheese fries. Mmmm...cheese fries!

There was some leftover salmon in the fridge, and when I took it out today to see what it was, I literally gagged and my eyes watered at just the thought of it. I had Jay dispose of it. These are just a couple examples of the common occurrences that take place on a regular basis. I have thrown up twice, but thankfully no more than that. The nausea and sometimes dizziness seems to persist throughout the day though. And the hunger...Oh the hunger!

Yesterday morning I had my usual two eggs, cantaloupe, and one whole grain waffle for breakfast at around 6:30am. By 8:30am, I was starving again and had to have a snack at work! I teach ESL at MSU this semester and find myself continuously looking at the clock until breaks and ends of classes so I can rush to my office and down a quick snack. You would think that being able to eat all the time and not gain weight would be fantastic, but it's not! Especially since there's not much that's appealing right now. I've practically banned all milk products like milk, yogurt, smoothies, etc. Every time I try to eat/drink something with milk in it, it tastes sour to me. Sour as in way past the expiration date. It's like my taste buds are rebelling in a cruel and unusual way.

What does sound good? Pizza, ice cream, and cheese fries!!! Oh how I could eat these things every day. Someone said to me yesterday, "Just wait until you want to eat a whole pizza." And my mouth started watering at the thought of a whole pizza to myself. It was only 10am in the morning and I was on my second snack of the day. Maybe there are two in there!


Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Diet Blues

Well, Jay and I have made a valiant effort to keep this diet going despite our busy schedules. Jay has become very excited about eating healthy and having fruit for dessert. So that's encouraging. But with school starting this week and orientation activities last week, I've definitely not been cooking as much! It's been sad to see this decline as I was very happy cooking the amount I was before and having a variety of meals every day. Oh well! Life happens!

However, we are doing our best under the circumstances. We have digressed a couple of times, but stayed on track for the most part. I'm hoping that once I get into a groove at school, that I'll be able to get back on track with cooking. Jay also started school this week. He is working on his MBA and has switched to Webster University, which consists of 9 week courses that are more geared towards those already in a career. So his schedule is Tuesday nights at class from 5:30-9:30pm, Wednesdays and Thursdays out of town, Friday come home and head to a soccer game Friday night. Plus whatever his activities are at church. So with his being gone so much, I'm really not sure how he's going to stay on the diet. C'est la vie!

So that's where we're at at the moment. My parents are coming into town this weekend, and though they've been on the diet as well, I fear we will all majorly digress as we often do when we're together. I'm hoping to perhaps make a bit of homemade peanut butter chocolate chip ice cream...my favorite! I have no link for this because it's homemade and used to be a staple on July 4 until everyone went to college. I miss it terribly and maybe that's why I don't really care for July 4 any more. What's the point without the ice cream?!

I'm totally rambling and I'm exhausted from beginning of the school semester activities...so good night, dear friends.

Monday, August 18, 2008

Dead Chickens

I've always hated touching raw meat (chicken included). Hated it so much that that's one of the reasons I became a vegetarian! Yes, because I didn't want to handle raw meat. But now that I'm on this diet, I'm eating animals again and been doing okay so far.

A long time ago, my mom sent me some medical gloves so that I could handle raw animals better, but I had just become a vegetarian and never used them. They've come in very handy recently! (Get it? "handy"!) Already in just two days I've had to handle, prepare, chop up two whole chickens. The first time wasn't too bad even though I was cutting the raw thing into pieces and it was kind of gross, but I had my handy-dandy gloves that helped my mind stay focused and less grossed-out.

This morning, however, I decided to roast a chicken for the first time in my life so I would have the cooked meat for future recipes. I called my mom for advice and hers was much better and simpler than my cookbook. So I started getting the chicken out of the bag while we were still on the phone. I only had one glove left. So I was partially exposed. When she said I had to get the stuff out of the cavity, (I've dealt with this disgusting feature before years ago and said I would never cook a whole chicken again afterwards) I flipped a little.

Can someone tell me WHY they insist of leaving me parts of the chicken that I never want to touch or see? Luckily, this chicken only had one thing down in the cavity. I screamed that it looked like a "wanker" and mom, peeling with laughter, said that it was probably the neck and to calm down.

Did I mention that I do not like touching dead animals!? But you'll be happy to know I made it through and my chicken is baking and browning and very nicely in the oven as we speak! You'll also be happy to know that mom has promised to buy and send me a box of medical gloves from Costco.

Non-Dieters...Jeez!

So...Jay has never dieted before. He simply doesn't get it! Let me give you an example. Just yesterday, on his second day of the diet, immediately following our lunch of chicken with oregano and mushrooms...and by immediately I mean we were carrying our plates to the sink...he asked, "Are we going to have a snack?" A snack? After just eating lunch? For a moment I thought I was conversing with a 5 year old instead of my intelligent mature husband!

Then he accused me of getting him addicted to sugar and then taking it away from him! He made it through the afternoon, but after our protein-packed dinner of salmon with pecan pesto (loved it so much I made it again!), he announced that he was feeling light-headed perhaps from a sugar withdrawal, and started pilfering through the cabinets! Are you kidding me? Has he never heard the phrase, "No pain, no gain!" Has he never had to sacrifice a little for the good that will follow? He was cracking me up, but also making me a little angry. I let him know that he needed to decide if he was going to be on the diet or not because he was bringing me down! I also told him to be a man and suck it up! (I'm not very empathetic...could you tell? I grew up with a father who tried to work while he had walking pneumonia, and I guess I expect the same toughness from my man.)

So he pushed through and was very excited when evening snack time rolled around! He was so excited, in fact, that he himself got up and cut our strawberries and cheese. Obviously I was very grateful for this since I'd already cooked three meals that day. At some point during the day he also asked when our "splurge" day would be once we were off the diet. I don't know if I'm going to get him through this or not! Only time will tell!

Saturday, August 16, 2008

Diet Failure...Baby Success Part 2

To be brief, obviously a rarity, I'll just sum up our day at Gladney Center for Adoption in Fort Worth, TX. We were there from 9am-4pm. So it was rather informative and slightly overwhelming, but just in the amount of information that was given. We both left feeling extremely confident and secure about Gladney. They sure do have things together! Of course, they've been in operation for 120 years. So they've had some time to get it together! The facilities are rather impressive. They have a dorm there where up to 30 birth mothers can stay during their pregnancy, but most of their birth mothers live at home or in their communities all over the nation.

We went through the application process page by page, saw some sample profiles of previous adoptive parents (yes, I get to put a scrapbook together and I'm pumped!), met some of the birth mothers and were able to ask them questions, met an adoptive couple who had just met their new baby just a few hours earlier, heard about legal and financial issues, and were able to bond with others who are in the process. It was a long day, but definitely encouraging and exciting.

Everyone kept discussing the issue of "control," and how that meeting and the application process would be the last time we, the adoptive parents, would be in control of our future. That's definitely a hard thing, though I haven't felt the strain of it yet. I know I will though at various points during the journey. However, as Jay and I discussed on the way home, we get it! I mean, some woman is going to give her child to us. She doesn't have to do that! So if we have to let go of control and give it to her, OKAY!

Anyway, I don't want to go on and on, but if there are any questions, I'll answer them.

We actually started filling out the application on the way home until it was too dark for me to see, and I'm going to color code everything tomorrow so we know who needs to work on what! It should be fun!

Maker's Diet Day 4

Wednesday, August 13

I forgot to write about my fasting day in the excitement of my trip to Texas. I was really nervous about fasting, as I've previously explained. But I decided to give it a whirl. I skipped breakfast but still had my fiber and super food supplement. I think these two things held me over for a bit because I didn't start feeling weird until about 10am. I started getting shaky and light-headed, but I decided to push through. I didn't want to get a headache. That was my main concern, but I never did. I kept thinking, well, I'll finish this or that and then I'll eat. But I was able to keep pushing the time back. I also missed lunch, but around 2pm, I finally gave in! I actually really never got hungry. It was more an issue of being shaky and light-headed. I don't feel guilty about it though since this was my first time ever! Next time I'll do better.

I had some Oriental Red Meat Salad and cantaloupe at 2, but just a small amount. That actually seemed to awaken my hunger more than anything else! so around 4:30 I ate some leftover tuna salad. I don't think I had a snack.

Diet Failure...Baby Success Part 1

So...turns out going on a trip in the middle of phase one of a diet is a really bad idea! I knew I would have to make some exceptions, but I made a few too many! On the way down to Fort Worth, TX Thursday afternoon for our adoption orientation, I splurged a bit and bought a Caramel Macchiato from Starbucks on the way out of town. This was the first sugar that I'd had all week, and it was quite lovely! After getting up at 6am and working for 4 hours at my online job, I needed a little boost. I also had a new book to listen to on CD which always helps me stay alert....if it's good! I also packed some leftover Oriental Red Meat Salad for my dinner so as not to sway too far from the diet on my very first night away from home.

A few hours away from TX I decided to get a frapuccino...again for the purposes of staying alert. If you've ever had one of those, you'll remember that the mouth is rather wide. Yes, I did the inevitable. I slammed the drink back only to find it spilling down the sides of my mouth and on to my t-shirt. Dang it! I hate coffee stains...or any stains for that matter.

I finally made it to TX. Ever been there? If you are one of those people who hates driving in big cities, NEVER, I repeat, NEVER go to TX!!! It is an absolute wreck, especially the Dallas/Ft. Worth area. You've never seen so many highways and toll roads and outer roads and one way streets before in your life. It's rather dreadful and I made several calls to Jay to find out where the heck I was and if I was heading in the right direction. Thankfully I was, but I was rather stressed when I finally picked him up at the airport despite my decent sense of direction.

We made it to the hotel and Jay sweet talked them into an upgrade. The bed was surprisingly soft and terribly comfortable and the room was...well, roomy! We decided to go out to a restaurant nearby even though it was about 9:30 and I was exhausted. We walked over to the restaurant and ordered drinks and chips and salsa: mistake number one.

The next morning, I luckily found some eggs at the breakfast buffet at the hotel. I can't imagine they were organic, but they were certainly better than all the refined carbs surrounding them. Then I got another coffee with more sugar to help me stay awake through the morning portion of orientation.

I had to eat some peanuts mid-morning so as not to pass out from a caffeine overload. I was literally seeing stars and couldn't focus on the lady speaking. I just realized that I don't think I asked Jay to get me half decaf! Now it makes sense! I haven't been drinking coffee so this was quite a shock to my system!

For lunch we had very little choice as it was served there at the orientation. There were turkey sandwiches and ham sandwiches, potato salad, and bow tie pasta salad....and various types of cookies. I skipped the potato salad and ham, but I did have a cookie. Mistake number two.

Feeling rather bloated and unhappy with my food choices the rest of the afternoon, I wasn't hungry again until later that night. We left Fort Worth at 4pm and headed home. There wasn't much between that city and Tulsa. So we waited until we arrived in Tulsa at 9:30pm to eat dinner. I hadn't had Chick-Fil-A in almost two years and had craved it from time to time, especially since it's one of Jay's favorite places. We thought about stopping at a nice restaurant for a "second last supper," but everything was packed since it was Friday night and we were ready to get home anyway. So we both ordered a combo meal. Mine included a medium fry, super sweet tea, and a breaded, fried, non-organic piece of chicken on a white bun. BIG BIG MISTAKE NUMBER THREE!!!

I could barely finish my sandwich and felt sick almost immediately. My stomach was so upset last night and continued in that fashion this morning. Jay didn't feel very good either. I must say I'm really glad though. That'll teach me! It really wasn't worth it at all and didn't even taste as good as some of the things I've been eating this past week. Worst of all...I had lost 3 pounds and gained 2 of them back in just a day and a half. Now that's sad!

So today we're back on track. I had leftover frittata for breakfast. Jay didn't eat cause he was still feeling ill. We had leftover Oriental Red Meat Salad for lunch, and delicious Tuna Steaks - Oriental Style with steamed green beans for dinner. Much better and much more satisfying! Jay even asked if we would get strawberries tonight for our snack! So I think we made it through the crisis! If we could just always remember how bad things make us feel instead of how good or even decent they taste, dieting would be so much easier!

On to the baby stuff...

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Maker's Diet Day 3

Today went much better than yesterday and I haven't felt weird at all! I actually started to feel better yesterday after blogging and enjoyed a hearty evening snack. Organic strawberries are so scrumptious!

This morning I woke up early to walk. I took the dogs with me. They were so happy to be out in the morning. I love being out in the fresh early air before the world starts waking up. It just feels innocent and pure.

Then I made the vegetable frittata that I skipped yesterday. I made it with my new iron skillet and it was REALLY good! I have lots of leftovers too. After breakfast, I decided to get a head start on my other meals for the day so I wouldn't have an episode like yesterday. I cooked the meat for my lunch: Oriental Red Meat Salad, and put it in a fragrant marinade. Then I toasted the sesame seeds and pecans, the first for lunch, the second for dinner. I also cleaned up the kitchen. I think I've ran the dishwasher and used up all my knives every day so far!

I went out to run a few errands and took some peanuts with me, but I also timed it so that I would be back in time for lunch. Jay will really appreciate this! I ran into the store, looked at exactly what I was there for, and refused to digress knowing digression would push my lunch time back. This is definitely the way to keep from spending too much money!

The Oriental Red Meat Salad was really delicious. The marinade flavored the meat until it was juicy. This topped red peppers and lightly steamed bean sprouts and snow peas. I really enjoyed it and remained full until dinner time. I also drank a ridiculous amount of water today. After lunch, a box came with some of the supplements I had ordered for this diet.

Before dinner I drank a mixture of water and a fiber substance. It wasn't too bad, but by the end of it I was kind of gagging. Too much water perhaps. I also bought these capsules of super food (see the Maker's Diet website for more details) that I thought would dissolve in the water, but they didn't. So I just took them like a pill. Then for dinner I made the Wild Alaskan Salmon with Pecan Pesto I was supposed to make yesterday. It was so yummy, I actually can't wait to eat my leftovers tomorrow! The only negative thing was I rubbed my eye after cutting jalapenos. Note to self: do not rub eyes after cutting jalapenos! That was slightly painful!

I also ordered the clenzology system recommended by the Maker's Diet and some cod liver oil which I took after dinner. I was expecting a nasty taste, but it's flavored with lemon and peppermint essence. So it wasn't too bad. I'm actually still really full. So I may skip my evening snack. Although...tomorrow involves a partial fast. I've never fasted in my entire life...at least not full meals. I always figured I had an excuse because of my low blood sugar. I didn't think the Lord would want me to pass out in the name of fasting. However, I'm going to try it tomorrow. I'm supposed to take my supplements still...like the fiber and super food...but no breakfast or lunch. Rubin recommends praying whenever hunger strikes during the fast. I guess this is when "praying without ceasing" takes on a new meaning!

Buenos noches, mi amigos.

PS Again, most recipes are from the cookbook Nourishing Traditions. So if you're looking to eat healthy without the strict "diet plan," maybe you can check that out.

Monday, August 11, 2008

Really Cool Encounter

A couple night's ago I went over to a neighbor's house to hang out. I just met her a few days ago, and she had also invited two other ladies over from our street who I had never met. They asked me about myself...saying that it was obvious I didn't have kids since my haired looked brushed and I had jewelry on! So I told them we were looking into adopting. I felt comfortable with this because the other two ladies I hadn't met had tried to get pregnant for 10 years before being surprised with a child. One of the ladies had had 4 miscarriages and was looking into adoption, was chosen, and at the same time found out she was pregnant for the 5th time! This time she delivered and she now has a boy and girl who are about 6 months apart! It was so encouraging to hear their stories. And once I told them we were adopting, that's all we talked about for awhile. Anyway, this lady did a private adoption. She's a nurse and sent out letters to all of the physicians she knew saying they were interested in adopting if anyone knew of any unwanted pregnancies. It was truly a miracle, because very soon after sending out the letter, a pregnant lady came in. She was 8 months pregnant and this was the first time she'd been to the doctor and she came looking to get an abortion! So the doctor's recommended that she give her baby to my new friend and her husband and the lady agreed!!! The pregnant women was...and probably still is...addicted to meth and alcohol and threatened numerous times that she was going to stab the baby if they didn't get it out of her soon, etc. Apparently it was pretty dramatic. So my friend and her husband truly "saved" this child. Really cool story.

What's really cool is she said someone had just asked her recently if she was interested in adopting again because a girl had come in with an unwanted pregnancy. They don't want anymore right now, but I told her to refer anyone to me and she definitely said she would! She also is going to give me her home study and attorney people that they worked with and really liked. So it was a really cool night and I think orchestrated by God for whatever reason. I mean what are the chances! We have only met one other couple who is going through adoption at our church and we've met very few people who have actually adopted! So it was really encouraging.

Up to Speed on Babies

So far I've only talked about food. Of course at the moment, on day two of the diet, I'm dreaming about Andy's frozen custard, milkshakes, and even potato chips, which I never eat! But this blog is supposed to be about babies too. So I mustn't disappoint anyone. Our journey with babies started three and a half years ago when I found myself pregnant and 10 weeks later miscarrying. This story seems to be much too common amongst my friends and acquaintances and it breaks my heart. Since then we've had a few tests done and I've taken some fertility drugs, but we certainly haven't pursued the medical route full steam. I just personally can't stand the idea of being a lab rat and that producing a baby. I have absolutely no problem with people going through AI and In Vitro. So please don't think I'm being judgmental. It's not a moral issue to me, it's just a personal one. I've never liked medicine or doctors very much...hmmm...I wonder where I got that from?! (Thanks, Dad!) So to have two things that I don't like very much create something that will be infinitely special to me just doesn't sit well.

Okay, now that I've explained all of my hang-ups...let's move on to the present. Obviously we still don't have any children. So we started talking about adoption probably a year ago. We kept putting it off and saying, "let's wait until this or that." I was finally tired of putting it off and made quite a few unnecessary and unrealistic threats to Jay, who was really on my side all along. We initially though we would do international adoption and I wouldn't budge from that stance. But after seemingly random run-ins with those who had adopted domestically, we started changing our hearts in that direction. Jay's main goal was to have an infant, which is next to impossible in most countries. We were also concerned about costs, though we've come to realize that domestic can be just as expensive if not quite a bit more so than some countries. However, finances have finally been pushed to background as we begin our journey and imagine how much the joy of a child would cost to us: priceless.

We searched for months to find the perfect agency. We looked on line, read brochures and materials, talked with various people, prayed, and read some more. Mostly this was done on my end, and finally Jay became involved and confused the situation even further since two people were now involved! However, we finally decided on Bethany. Driving to St. Louis for a mandatory meeting, we met with one of the workers there. Jay left feeling at peace while I left feeling anxious and overwhelmed. After asking a few more questions via e-mail, we realized Bethany was not the right agency for us, and even though I felt this just as much as Jay, I was really discouraged. So we started looking again.

Finally we decided on Gladney Center for Adoption in Fort Worth, Texas. We both talked to the director there who was very friendly and available despite the largeness of the agency. Jay was even able to visit their facilities during a business trip and was rather impressed. So we filled out the preliminary application and anxiously waited to know whether we were accepted into one of their programs or not. We had been told that they prefer to have a wide variety of adoptive parents for the birth mothers to choose from. So if they had several other couples that were similar to us, perhaps close in ages, religious background, etc., we might not be accepted regardless of how good of applicants we were. Waiting to find out, I tried to keep it out of my mind. Just sealing the envelope and sending it off had relieved three years of doubt, frustration, and anxiety. It felt so good to put our fate into someone else's hands for a while. I wish I could do that always with the Lord. But of course, by the second week I was checking the mailbox every day and waiting anxiously again.

Finally, Jay received the call on a Friday with the news that we'd been accepted! We told everyone at church that Sunday that we were "pregnant." We're both really excited and really anxious to get the process going. The next step is to head down to Fort Worth for a mandatory meeting. That takes place this Friday. Hopefully we won't run into any glitches like we did at Bethany, and we'll be able to purchase and take home the official application and get started. Gladney averages that the wait time from start to finish could be 12-18 months. Of course that's an average which means it could be a lot less or a lot more.

So hopefully things brings our journey in this area up to speed.

Maker's Diet Day 2

Monday, August 11

Breakfast
Vegetable Frittata

Lunch
Coconut Milk Soup

Dinner
Wild Alaskan Salmon with Pecan Pesto
Green salad
Cultured vegetables (make days in advance)

Evening Snack
Carrot, celery, and raw almond butter

So today has been quite a bit more difficult than yesterday to say the very least. I'm so annoyed with my body right now, but there's simply nothing I can do. I've always been very sensitive to what I put into my body. The first time I detoxed from caffeine a few years ago, I was so nauseous for 9 straight days that I thought I was pregnant. When I did the South Beach Diet years ago, by the end of the week I literally slammed a bowl of cereal to prevent blacking out and throwing up. I've always been jealous of those, like my husband and mother, who can go a whole day without eating and merely suffer a bit of hunger. I can't go a meal without my body threatening to revolt in some painful manner: usually through an incapacitating migraine or shakiness served with hot flashes and severe crankiness.

So needless to say, this detox phase has already hit me hard on the second day. I was feeling slightly week this morning, but pushed through and went for a glorious walk in almost chilly weather. The vegetable frittata got thrown out the window due to lack of time this morning, but I'm planning to make it tomorrow morning. So instead I just had a fried egg, which I've yet to perfect, and some leftover stir fry veggies.

Then by about 10am I was starting to feel the usual need for a morning snack. Instead, I went ahead and made the coconut milk soup. For some stupid reason I only bought chicken thighs at the farmer's market and wrestled with those skinny little beasts for about 30 minutes to produce a measly-sized portion of chicken for the soup. There wasn't even enough for a piece every other bite. I won't make that mistake again, and perhaps it is that mistake that caused my downfall later on. The soup was absolutely delicious despite it's lack of chicken, and I will definitely make it a staple. I will probably add A LOT more chicken next time and perhaps some vegetables like green beans or broccoli to thicken it up. I had a small bowl around 10:30, then again at 11:30am with a few slices of cheese.

I then left for a meeting which took much longer than I was expecting. I was starting to feel a bit light-headed at the meeting and was anxiously waiting for it to end so I could return and begin cooking dinner. My body is like a little time bomb. You can't keep it waiting unless you're prepared to pay the consequences. By the time I arrived home, the "bomb" was going off. I looked at the recipe for the wild salmon and realized I might be on the floor passed out by the time it was finished considering the pecans alone had to roast for 20-30 minutes before the recipe really even began! So I ditched that idea and searched for something else I could eat NOW. I remembered I had another can of tuna, and realizing I desperately needed the protein, I whipped up another batch of tuna salad. I also went ahead and had my evening snack of a carrot with raw almond butter (WOW! Is that stuff amazingly rich and good! It better be for the price!)

I started to feel better almost immediately upon putting the first bit of tuna in my mouth. It's really weird how that happens, but then Jordan Rubin says our stomach is like a second brain. Even after all of that protein, however, I'm still feeling a bit light-headed and woozy, like I could just tip over at any moment. I also feel like I'm on the verge of a headache which I'm currently warding off by staying very still. That's usually the only thing that keeps my migraines at bay even once I have one. I wanted to do some painting for our bedroom tonight, and I also wanted to exercise, but I just don't think I have the energy. My brother told me I would feel "lethargic" and that's definitely the best word to describe it. I just didn't know lethargy was going to hit so soon. I hope that perhaps a bit more protein will help tomorrow.

I'm also plan to have an evening snack of strawberries, cheese, almond butter on celery, and tea.

By the way...THE CULTURED CARROTS LITERALLY MADE ME GAG!!! I simply can't do it. I'm afraid Kim Chi and Sauerkraut will always be on my banned list!

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Maker's Diet Day 1

Sunday, August 10

Breakfast

Fried eggs (fried in extra-virgin coconut oil)
Stir-fried veggies

Lunch

Tuna Salad
Raw carrots and celery

Dinner

French-style London Broil
Green Salad

Evening Snack

½ cup strawberries w/ 1 ounce raw goat’s milk cheese

Today went fairly smooth. The recipes were easy to make (mostly from the cookbook Nourishing Traditions) and everything tasted good. The steak was a little tough (probably because of the cut) and nearly burnt the house down! I broiled it and something must have been touching the coils because smoke started streaming out the top of the oven and filled the entire bottom floor! Oddly, our smoke alarms didn't go off. Hmmm... I surprisingly didn't mind eating meat and felt as if I had never stopped. I guess that's a good sign. Although I have to prepare chicken tomorrow, and that's one of my least favorite things to do! Somehow it helped me today to know that the meat was "natural," not fed with hormones and had only been eating grass. I don't know why this helped me, but it did nevertheless!

Jay was extremely skeptical about having veggies for breakfast. I told him he had to open his mind a little and be willing to branch out. He was always the one telling me to try new things and be more adventurous but it sure seems like the tables have turned in that area!

I haven't really been hungry today and didn't get shaky between meals, which is fairly typical with my low blood sugar. So I feel pretty good about it. Only once before in my life have I been able to control my blood sugar levels and that's when I was following the French lady's (that's what I call her since I don't know how to say her name) way of eating. I felt so good then. I didn't have to snack all day long and I could wait to eat without getting a migraine. I'm really hoping to get back to that lifestyle and it looks like I'm already on the way.

I'm really looking forward to my strawberries this evening since I have a major sweet tooth and tend to crave sweets the most in the evening. I think I'll also have a cup of herbal tea with my allotted tablespoon of raw honey per day!

I didn't exercise this morning, but I think I'll take the dogs for a walk this evening...again the weather is just too amazing to pass up. It feels like early Spring and reminds me of my days in Cambridge. Delightful!




The Last Supper -- Pre-Maker's Diet Days

Knowing the big change was beginning the next day, Jay and I decided to do what every loyal dieter feels necessary to do...binge one last time on all the favorites so that when morning comes you'll still feel so sick that you'll be ecstatic about starting your new diet. Our choice of binge food...Arris' cheese pizza and Andy's frozen custard with brownies I had made for someone else that day. We prepared for our big meal with glee and the feeling of naughtiness a 5-year-old would have while contemplating stealing candy from the gas station.

At 5:29pm I ordered our favorite pizza of all time, and was told I had a 20 minute wait. I decided to dash to Andy's first so the pizza wouldn't be cold. On my way, I chatted with my brother on the phone. He's a Maker's Diet pro and has successfully completed his 40 day journey. So with words of inspiration ringing in my ears, I picked up the beloved custard, then headed for the juicy, perfectly crusted pizza.

Arriving home, we immediately dug in not wanting to waste any time in our gluttony. I ordered a medium which was sliced into 16 square pieces. Jay ate 8...I ate 7. Jay, not being the master of diets that I like most women are, was already trying to fudge a bit on the diet that we hadn't even started yet! He said he was going to save his other four pieces for the next day's lunch! In other words, he would eat breakfast on the diet, then proceed to have 4 pieces of pizza for lunch! Of course that idea was shot down immediately and I encouraged him to lean in and finish off his half.

After our first few glorious bites, we both declared that we'd have to have an Arris' splurge day once a month once the 40 days were over and we were in maintenance mode. If you haven't had it and live in Springfield...TRY IT!!!

Having been preparing my body for the diet all during the previous week by not eating much, eating healthier, and walking A LOT, the pizza overwhelmed my tummy very quickly. I was absolutely stuffed and gagged at the thoughts of topping this off with brownies and ice cream. I had actually lost 2 pounds during the previous week, but was pretty sure that I had just put both pounds and maybe a few more back on with my indulgence.

We decided to take a walk because the weather was absolutely amazing and couldn't be missed. We also couldn't fathom having dessert at that particular moment.

Later that evening, we sat down to watch a movie and had our last indulgence. I still wasn't ready for brownies, but just had the custard instead, which was divine enough for me. Jay had both. It was a delectable night. Tomorrow the diet begins.

Saturday, August 9, 2008

Pre-Maker's Diet Days

After hours of reading, planning menus and making grocery lists, visiting three stores and the farmer's market, and spending more money on groceries than ever before, Jay and I are ready to take the plunge. Tomorrow we start The Maker's Diet introduced by Jordan S. Rubin.

I've always been what some would consider a "small" person. I'm about 5'3'' and "petite" though curvaceous! I've always watched my weight, but been able to eat fairly freely without too much concern. But at some point my metabolism started to slow down...I think around the age of 24 and I began to struggle with staying at a "normal" weight for me.

In 2005, we moved back to Springfield and I started teaching at Reeds Spring High School full time. The stress of this job sent me into a downward spiral of vicious, emotional eating that led to me gaining almost 10 pounds. Now, that may not seem like a lot to some people, but it was A LOT for me! I had to buy new clothes in a size that I had never worn before, and the depression of this just made me eat more. At some point, I saw a picture of myself sort of from a side angle where I was sitting in a chair. I think it was that picture that made me realize I needed to get a hold of myself and fast.

After reading French Women Don't Get Fat, which I HIGHLY recommend, I started eating much better and was so happy about what I was eating for the first time in my life. I really enjoyed eating healthy and eating a variety of foods. I stopped eating emotionally and refused to eat anything if I was tired or sad. I branched out in my tastes and was excited about cooking and trying new things. Just from this, no exercise included, I lost almost 10 pounds, had abundant energy and felt really, really good about myself probably for the first time in my life.

Then I started teaching high school again! Jeez! Those teenagers will ruin a healthy way of eating faster than you can wiggle your toes! I was able to maintain some what and gained a few pounds back, but this summer I started eating lots of Braum's mint chocolate chip milkshakes. (Warning: These shakes may contain crack cocaine and therefore become hazardously addictive. DO NOT begin consuming under any condition!)When Jay also became addicted, it was just too difficult to stop! Then we discovered Andy's Snow Monster, a wonderful conglomeration of custard, melted chocolate chips, and strawberries! Oh my! (Thanks, brother Nate for introducing yet another addiction to me in the ice cream family!)

Just in the last few months stresses about school, working, adoption, and infertility (see other posts about this) ramped up my emotional eating again and I started seeing numbers on the scale that I didn't think I'd ever let myself see again.

After hearing of my brother's success with The Maker's Diet, I decided to at least read about it. I'm always fascinated by diet books, especially when they explain the various effects various foods have on your body. After reading the book, understanding it, and realizing that it really does make a lot of sense, I bugged Jay to death to read it too so we could try it together, which he did.

I'll let you read the book yourself if you're really interested in hearing all the details, but in a nutshell, the Maker's Diet gets back to the way God created us to eat the laws that he established in the Old Testament for the Israelites. Being a Christian, I believe that much of that law was broken and we are no longer under the bondage of it because of what Christ did for us. However, I think that God established some laws that were meant for the health, and not necessarily just the religious benefits of the Israelites. That's the heart of Jordan Rubin's book.

Months and months ago I read Exodus 23. In this chapter, verse 25-26 states: "Worship the LORD your God, and his blessing will be on your food and water. I will take away sickness from among you,
and none will miscarry or be barren in your land. I will give you a full life span."

I lived on that promise for that month and believed it with all my heart. I was incredibly angry with God and called him everything but a liar when I discovered I wasn't pregnant that month. I haven't understood how He could make these promises and then allow all the miscarriages that are going on right now. But after reading the Maker's Diet, I get it. I'm not saying it's the end all be all, but God's promises came with rules and regulations. He didn't just say this as if it would always be true, there were always "ifs" attached to these statements. Of course it makes sense that if the Israelites were following the Lord's diet plan, their bodies would be functioning properly and things like miscarriages wouldn't happen as frequently as they are today. That doesn't mean I believe that if I go on this diet, I will get pregnant. BUT, why wouldn't I give myself every opportunity possible?

So more importantly, yes, I would like to shed a few pounds, but I'd also like to be healthy and live the long abundant, energized, exciting life that we're promised in scripture if we follow God's plan.

And I'm going to let you know how that works out for us! Tomorrow begins a 40 day journey that I'm excited to embark upon. I'm going to start eating meat and poultry again, which I haven't done for a year and a half, and I'm going to follow Rubin's "prescription" to a tee. In a way it's a test, but one that I'm excited and looking forward to taking.