I’m so jazzed that after about 4 days of rain and winds, the sun has come out and the birds are singing! The wedding of two of our dearest young friends is tonight, so I’m hyper excited.
My Mom, bless her, was searching through recipes yesterday and found this Vegan smoothie recipe for me. I came in yesterday afternoon and she was all excited: “Look what I found for you!” I’m so glad she found this recipe because…oh….yum, it’s good. You can either drink it as a smoothie or eat it with a spoon as I did, because it was really as thick as ice cream. You can use any fruits: strawberry, raspberry, mango or even papaya even if it does smell like dirty feet-just make sure you freeze it overnight first.
Banana Pineapple Smoothie or Ice Cream-Serves 1
Freeze 1/2 banana and 2/3 c. of crushed pineapple
In a blender, “liquefy” 1/4 cup of dry oatmeal (I know, but trust me!) and after it turns to a sort of an oat flour, then you:
Add banana, cut into 1/2″ chunks, and break up the frozen pineapple a bit and throw that in
1/4 t. vanilla
1 t. brown rice syrup (you don’t even need this probably, it was quite sweet with just the fruit)
1 c. rice milk plus about 1/4 or so of water (I just kept dribbling water in till it seemed right)
Blend all of it for about a minute or so. That’s it. This is much better than a regular smoothy because the oats add fiber and substance and therefore it has a “stick to your ribs” quality, according to my Mother. Truly, it does though.
You could do a lot with this recipe. You could add in some nuts, some dairy free chocolate chips, flax seed, the list could go on and on.
I don’t have any good reason to insert this picture but, I just love this guy. He makes me laugh all the time. This is a picture of him at the top of “Mailbox” in the Issaquah area of WA. It’s one of the hardest hikes around and at the top of this impossibly high climb there is, yes…a mailbox, someone has a great
sense of humor and a strong back to carry this up to the top of Mailbox! (And no, I wasn’t on this hike because A) I’m not crazy and B) I’m not crazy )
We went walking around Green Lake in Seattle yesterday. It was so windy and cold that we practically FLEW around the lake to keep warm. The blossoms at Green Lake are just so divine.
I’m so proud of my daughter in New Mexico. Here she is, by the way:
She’s my firstborn, this is Gwenevere. She’s working on losing some pounds right now, trust me, you could never keep up with her if you were exercising with her. 45 minutes of cardio and 45 minutes of weight lifting in the same day is just about right for her. I don’t know how she does it. She’s my inspiration.
Gwenevere had a fancy dinner to go to this week and she PLANNED ahead for it. She doesn’t want to not live in the real world so she seeks to balance things. She told me yesterday that it’s not about “the calories and pounds lost, it’s about the balance of things”, which I thought was fascinating. She went to dinner at a friends home and boy do they love to cook and it always includes lots of mixed drinks too (I’ve been there, it’s amazing!). She brought Diet Soda with her and asked for Rum and Coke “1/2 the rum and Diet Soda please” then ate more of the healthy foods and less of the rich foods…but she still ate the rich foods. She ended up going over her calorie count for the day by something like 500 or so calories in the end no matter how careful she was.
This brings up such a good point. If you rarely eat out at people’s homes, that’s a social situation in which you want to enjoy yourself, not offend the host and hostess and also experience some things that you might not normally have in your diet. BUT, it’s all about balance, it’ s not an excuse and an opportunity to completely act like a crazy person and eat everything in site and then whine about it the next day. It’s about personal responsibility and about being honest and keeping your eyes open.
Gwenevere is all about honesty with her diet and exercise. If she intends to exercise on the Elliptical for 45 minutes and the cat is clawing at the door to get in, she’ll hop off the machine 90 seconds before her time is up, let the cat in, and then get back on for the last 90 seconds. She doesn’t want to log in 45 minutes in her exercise log if she doesn’t DO 45 minutes. I think that’s a crucial piece of the puzzle. “Forgetting” to log in the candy you ate, rounding up your 26 minutes of running to 30…it’s science, the truth WILL OUT.
You know when they say, “The truth will set you free?” I think this is exactly what that means. Being truthful about what you eat and why you eat it and and when you eat it and how much you eat of it, and about your exercise: when you do it, why you don’t. The truth WILL come out. On us, it comes out in pounds maintained or gained, tears, and “it’s not fair!” statements to anyone who will listen.
Sunday, Gwenevere didn’t weigh in and she won’t weigh in for 2 more days because she said she doesn’t need that negative input…if there were to be a few pounds shown from her Saturday night dinner she wants to deal with them, not be brought down by them. She went hiking an extra several miles on Sunday to balance out her dinner party eating, and is right back on her plan again.
As an experiment, several months ago when she had a dinner party at the same people’s home, she weighed the next morning and had gained 2 pounds but fully realized it could NOT have been 2 real pounds as she had only ingested about 400 more calories than normal. She decided to practice not freaking out about it but got right back on plan with her exercise and eating and just “watched” the scale with the intention of observing how long it took her body to right itself again.
Two days later the extra weight was gone and she started losing again. If she had used that dinner as “clear evidence” that she couldn’t live a “normal life” and not gain weight, she would be right back to packing on the pounds again. But she didn’t. She just OBSERVED what would happen and then learned from it. After her dinner on Saturday night, she now knows that pretty much the same thing will happen. Just get back on track. Allow for derailments occasionally. We have to live IN this life. Just get back on track.