
So, it’s been quite awhile since I last posted about my journey towards weight loss and ideally, vibrant health. Oh you guys. I’ve been struggling. Yawn.
As I type this I’m chowing down on this epic chicken/green bean/carrot/turmeric Crock Pot concoction that I made last night, and it is so freaking good, but the only reason why I’m eating it and not the gluten-free/vegan cheese pizza that I’m craving, is because I’m too lazy to drive the four blocks to our local pizza shop.
In this instance, laziness is a good thing.
And that my friends, pretty much sums up what has been going on with me, health-wise, over the past few months. Cravings, and giving in to those cravings a bit too frequently, makes me crave not-so-great food even more. And that not-so-great food (namely sugary, processed, and gluten-free baked goods), has left me feeling less than energetic, a bit depressed and even moody. Duh.

Last week I got a wake up call when I clocked in at 158 pounds, a seven-pound increase from my lowest fall/winter weight of 151. Not a huge increase in my book, but that kind of slip tells me that I need to get back on track, fast, before there’s a zero added to the end of that seven. A potentially very real scenario for me.
So what to do? What to do? Own up, forgive myself, make changes and move forward. Perhaps easier said than done, no, definitely easier said than done, but a few key behavior modifications are all that’s needed:
- Very limited, if any, processed foods
- No sugar (except for a bit of honey now and then)
- More green vegetables
- More healthy fats (mainly coconut and animal) to keep me full
- More sleep and exercise
And once again, I have to recognize that this is a journey. A marathon, not a sprint. And damn it all, I have to give myself major credit for coming as far as I have. Focusing on my slip-ups and should-haves instead of recognizing my everyday victories simply triggers a nasty case of emotional over-eating.
I cannot expect perfection from myself. No one should.
So for now I’m going to forgive myself for my near-nightly ritual I’ve had as of late: eating Kettle Chips and pastries while watching back-to-back(to-back-to-back) episodes of Hoarders. Honestly? The rebellious streak I was on has lost its appeal.
Right now I’m trying to move through the cravings and really focus on all the kick-ass progress I’ve made since last June. And hello, while my weight-loss has been stagnant for nearly two seasons, this is perhaps the longest I’ve “maintained” my weight as an adult. I kid you not.

This image of me is from December, standing in the rain, enjoying Stumptown, while waiting in line at Voodoo Donuts with a friend.
I did not eat a donut.
PAT.ON.THE.BACK.
(never mind that I have serious issues with gluten. It’s still a choice.)
And lastly, I’ll leave you these photos. The first from last April. The second from January.

The last thing I want to do right now is beat myself up for having a few too many pizzas, by eating more pizza.
Victory will be mine!
Or perhaps, victory already is mine.

Lemon lavender scented laundry
several wool scrap dryer
and a box of handmade fabric
So the other night, as we sat down to dinner, my husband says, “Holy crap! What did you do to these vegetables? They’re awesome!” High praise. I knew I had to share my creation. This dish is really quite rad, uses only one pan, and is super filling, nutritious and flavorful. The “must-three” in my book. While the ingredient list might seem cumbersome, it really isn’t. Just be sure to prep the vegetables before cooking, as it comes together quite fast.
Mangia!
Last month my son decided he no longer needs a nap. I assure you, this kids needs a nap. Perhaps even more so, this mama needs him to take a nap. But trying to reason with a sleep-deprived toddler is akin to herding cats, so instead of trying to force the issue, we’ve implemented quiet time. Reserved for those days when he’s extra-special crazy, the sticker jar has become a lifesaver.
This activity isn’t complicated. Simply allow your child to select a sticker, peel off the backing (assistance may be needed here), and stick it to a sheet of construction paper.







Note on the winterscape: The bottle brush trees were handmade by my sister, who is 1000 times craftier than I, and this adorable little fox was a winter solstice gift for my son which I found at a
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