July in North Carolina isn’t exactly typical lasagna season. Luckily, this isn’t your typical lasagna. This “primal” dish was inspired by the copious amounts of zucchini at my local farmer’s market. I absolutely love zucchini, so bought 4 extra large ones at the market on Saturday, as well as a large eggplant. Once I got home, I realized that’s a lot of vegetables for one girl to eat before they go bad, unless I literally want to eat them at every meal. My go-to use would be zucchini noodles with some sort of sauce, but that’s requires prep and cooking time for each individual meal. This lasagna is essentially the same ingredients as a “zoodles” and sauce dish, but you get around 10 meals instead of just one! Continue reading
Sometimes I wish I had never discovered paleo.
I am grateful for paleo for showing me how to eat in a way that is more agreeable to my body. I truly believe that the paleo principles promote health in a way that no other “diet” can. But sometimes the knowledge that the majority of “foods” marketed and sold in grocery stores contain harmful ingredients or are processed in ways that are harmful to your body feels more like a burden than a blessing.
I am a part of a nutrition facebook group through my CrossFit affiliate that provides a wealth of information, from paleo recipes to links to interesting articles. One such article that was recently linked was a BuzzFeed post titled “14 Things You Really Don’t Want to Know About Your Groceries”. One of the facts is that cellulose – essentially wood pulp- is used in shredded cheese to prevent clumping. Ew. I remembered this unpleasant information tidbit today in Whole Foods while deciding which mozzarella to purchase. I could buy an 8 oz ball for $3.99 or a 16 oz of shredded cheese for the same price. The shredded cheese would have been much easier to use in the recipe that I had planned – a primal lasagna – but, remembering the BuzzFeed article, I checked the ingredient list, and sure enough – cellulose. I couldn’t bring myself to buy the more practical shredded mozzarella knowing that there was essentially sawdust mixed in, so ended up with the more expensive ball.
Being ignorant about nutrition and the food system in America would be so much simpler. Given the choice, I wouldn’t go back and un-discover the paleo world. But sometimes all the information available makes me feel backed into a corner nutritionally. Ignorance would be so comforting.
Just what was on my mind today.
For the first 18.5 years of my life, I lived in the same bedroom. Yes, you read that right. Not only has my family owned the same house since my oldest brother was 1, but I’ve called the same upstairs room my own from cradle to college. When I first began the college search 4 years ago, I knew I wanted to go out of state – not necessarily because I was dying to get away from my family, but because I wanted to explore another part of the country. So 3 years ago, I packed my bags and moved from Washington to North Carolina, just about as far away as I could possibly have gone.
Coming home now, which is a relatively infrequent occurrence, is always a slightly strange feeling. I’m almost at the point where I mentally refer to my childhood home as “my parent’s house”, with my apartment in North Carolina being my “home”, which feels pretty weird. I feel like I’ve evolved so much over the past three years in college, which has been mirrored by changes in housing each year. Yet when I come back to Washington and sleep in my untouched childhood bedroom, I fall back into feeling very much like a kid. I have total independence at school (in terms of day to day actions – financially I am certainly not independent), especially over this summer where my only obligations have been working and crossfit, and feel almost like an adult. It’s strange coming home and being expected to do things.
I write this from my Washington home, where I’ve been since June 24th and will be until the night of the 5th. I came home specifically to go to Paradiso, a 2 day music festival in the Washington gorge (an absolutely amazing venue), but that only took up Friday to Sunday, so I’ve had a lot of time to just hang around the house with my parents and dog. Hence the strangely sentimental or whatever you might call it musings above. I love coming home, yet once I’m here I am equally ready to go back to school immediately and stay here forever. It’s confusing.
Okay, enough about being home.
Today is a special day… I have pictures! But wait, not any old pictures. I finally got around to playing with my new baby, a Canon Rebel EOS T3. I purchased the camera a week or so ago, with the long range plan of using it for my trip to Africa in August, but was a little intimidated by my lack of knowledge, so haven’t played around with it much. Until yesterday, when I made my first attempt at legitimate food photography.
Happy Sunday morning everyone!
Yesterday I got 4 unique visitors to the blog. WHAT. The fact that I’m so excited that 4 whole people took the time to read what I wrote is a little sad… Just imagine how ecstatic I’ll be once I hit 10 views (crossing my fingers that that day will come eventually).
I’m going to try out numbering my random thoughts today, in the hopes that they will seem slightly more organized and slightly less rant-y. Continue reading
I have a tendency to make grand nutritional and exercise plans, with intense conviction at the beginning, and then slowly give up over the following days or, at most, a few weeks. It’s gotten to the point that whenever I say to my friends “I’m going on a Whole30” or “I’m going to actually eat clean paleo for a week” that they just laugh and mention how many times I’ve said the same thing before without any follow through. This happened again a few days ago, when I told my friend Shikha that I was going to eat clean paleo until I went home on Tuesday. She didn’t believe me (I wouldn’t believe me either), and no amount of “but actually“‘s could change her mind. Continue reading
Today, I felt weak. The skill portion of the workout included handstand pushups. HA. While there was a wide range of scaling throughout the class, from strict HSPU against the wall, to kipping, to pushups with your feet on a box, I was stuck attempting them totally on the ground. Problem: I was too inflexible to even come close to the posture demonstrated by the coach and too weak to do more than 2 or 3 in my attempted posture (similar to downward facing dog). I felt so damn weak. And angry at how weak I was. Continue reading
Money is a funny thing. I have no problems with small purchases. $5 for a fancy coffee? Sure! $15 for a night out, with cover fees and cab? No problem! $60 on various things from the farmers market? Worth it! Yet when it comes to larger purchases, differences in cost start to seem much more important. $5, $10, or $20 might be a small percentage of the total cost, and an amount I’d easily spend on smaller purchases, yet I get into some sort of frenzy where I must get the absolute best. deal. possible. Continue reading
I really hate relying on people. Like, really hate it. This has made living without a car extremely frustrating. For the most part, it’s not a problem – I used to live on campus, so everything I needed was within a bus ride or walk. I recently moved to an off campus apartment, but it’s still a 10-20 minute walk to anywhere on campus, with a bus available if I’m feeling particularly lazy. Getting groceries is a little trickier – there is a Kroger within walking distance, but I like to buy local/organic groceries, which Kroger’s selection is limited on (and it’s not fun to walk back 15 minutes carrying a week’s worth of food). But for the most part, I’ve been able to coordinate weekly Whole Foods and farmer’s market trips with my friend. Not a huge deal, just slightly inconvenient. Continue reading
I’m officially graduated from the Foundations course at my CrossFit box! This is both exciting and a little bittersweet. While I feel like Foundations prepared me well for tackling the regular WODs, I will definitely miss the one-on-one coaching. I’m also realizing that I’m going to be much smarter when going to regular classes. Monday’s toes to bars burpees, which for me were more like burpee-jump to bar-flail, left we with a tweaked shoulder and knee on Tuesday. They weren’t tweaked enough to really be considered the injury, but they’re definitely on the cusp. My final Foundations workout, which was supposed to be Fran, has to be changed entirely in order to not aggravate my shoulder. While annoying, it’s a good reminder that I need to listen to my body, not be ashamed to ask questions during workouts, and scale, scale, scale. I’m in CrossFit for the long haul – no need to be burning out and getting injured already. Continue reading