I have got to get back in the gym! When I last left you all i was in the beginning of my fitness journey and starting to fall in love with a lifestyle that included exercise.
I remained an active follower of this new lifestyle until about 4 months ago when I took on a large project that was incredibly rewarding, but also made me lose sight on fitness.
Now here I am. I have made it to the gym 4 times in the last two months. Now, in my defense I did have a strange medical problem surface in October, but that does not fully justify my negligence.
Between job stress, attempting to start my own business, and trying to remain mentally healthy I let my body take a back seat. I also have been dealing with loss of appetite the last two months so when it would be time to go to the gym I just have no energy. Life certainly has not been a crystal stair y’all.
I wanted to return to writing, because it is something that not only brings me enjoyment, it brings clarity. Clarity, is what I think I have been missing all of these months in my absence. I did not know how to maintain that feeling with out putting pen to page, or in this case, finger to keyboard.
Writing and fitness. Need to remember to keep these in my mantra. Otherwise, I will grind for money that I will not be able to enjoy.
I have now done a retwist (the fuzz was more than I could handle) and have introduced beeswax and Jamaican black castor oil into the routine. The thing I will need to re-inforce in myself is that locing is not an excuse to not take care of my hair. It will still need moisture.
More than anything I think this will be an exercise in discipline for me. Discipline has not always been my strength and I am slowly trying to change that about myself. By slowly I mean, this might take the rest of my life, but whatever.
In addition to my interest in gaining more discipline through this process, I need to fall in love with my hair again. I have been natural for 8 years, but I have struggled to find where I fit in on the naturalista spectrum. These naturalistas do not play out here on the interwebs, y’all. For as many open and free loving naturalistas there are the polar opposite, preaching a strict doctrine of pressing your own avocado pits for oil.
Coils and curls are beautiful and should be embraced, and as the language changes about how we talk about our hair, I also need to make sure that I take it upon myself to continue to love my hair no matter what.
Let the journey continue, onward and downward (ha!)
Another weekend comes to a close, and again I sit on my sofa in Sunday recovery mode preparing and reflecting on my place in this big ol’ universe. I spent time seeing friends, imbibing, laughing, and listening to good music. The crown jewel of my weekend was an almost 3 mile hike through a James River trail (the most exercise I think I have ever done on a weekend) with our final destination being the Richmond Folk Festival. Good beers were flowing, and I had a great time. I danced with my boyfriend and ran into some friends I had not seen in years.
I managed to backslide and hit the drive thru at Wendy’s for an oh so tasty classic single and a cola, the best hangover cure IMO. It is tradition that I allow the cobwebs to grown in my kitchen on the weekend, because everyone needs a break. Let’s be frank, I am doing the world a service by not cooking on the weekend. No one would want to come over for a full hot meal on Saturday evening when there are cocktails and small plates to be had. Note to self: plan a dinner party, but that will be for another post.
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Going to make this delicious treat tonight, will try to post pictures first thing tomorrow. It has been a while since I have posted my eats on the blog so I am long overdue to share what has been going on in my kitchen!
Exercise is hard, particularly when you are trying to build it in as a part of your life and not just “that thing you do occasionally for a few weeks after New Year’s”. I have also been trying to make sure that I have been doing the same with my writing, but that is for another post.
For the past two weeks I have completed 3 gym days and I could not be more excited about my progress (lost 6 inches from various places thus far) but the thing that I am most excited about is that I am excited about exercising. Now I get in the gym and push myself, and it feels good. Granted, I am ready to pass out by 9:30pm on days that I exercise but it feels so nice to be a little bit stronger. I went from struggling through 30 minutes and watching the clock the whole time to powering through my work out and not even realizing that I have been at it for over an hour.
I went from barely breaking a sweat to not getting off of a machine until I was pouring and unable to breathe, this is what pushing feels like and for so long I was scared but it has actually turned out to be one of the greater moments of my life. In my job I can’t see results in a short amount of time, I certainly don’t see improvement this fast in any art form I indulge, but I have taken my body and made into something stronger. I feel proud. I feel motivated. Moving forward.
Have you ever just wanted to throw all caution to the wind and say
“I will not eat another piece of fruit, nor will I drink another ounce of water! On this day, I only want bacon and wine!”
Well, that day is today for me. I have managed to not totally fall off of the fitness bandwagon. Successfully completing two days a week in the gym for the first three weeks of the plan. I am headed back in today after a 4 day hiatus and I must say that I want to go, but I know I will be battling my laziness come 5pm. The mission for this week is to go a minimum of three times. I need to shorten the gap between my visits and I also want to feel all those happy endorphins a little more frequently.
I have also been maintaining my diet (I use the term loosely)fairly well. One of my main food objectives has always been to eat well because I have never been good about exercising . So, lean protein and dark leafy greens have been a staple of mine for a long time now. Don’t let some of the recipes you see posted lead you to believe that I eat like that everyday, because I have not the time or the energy.
For the firs time in almost a year I stepped on a scale and was SHOCKED by how much I had gained since I had last been on one of those contraptions. I have a new motivation as I step into the weight room this week, an actual goal. At first I did not want to put any strenuous timelines or goals on this process but one has developed organically. I am not quite ready to share that goal here but the overall focus is that I become stronger and healthier.
Breakfast for dinner is always a great experience for me. There is nothing like the indulgent ingredients of the morning. Spicy sausage, velvety eggs, silky cheeses, fried potatoes, mmmmmm! When I decided that BFD was the mission I did have to consider the fact that any meal I cook in the evening needs to provide at least one serving the next day; so traditional scrambled or fried eggs were out (re-heating creates a rubber nightmare). Another element is my need to use these flavor burst peppers, I went to the Chesterfield Berry Farm Market and for them for FREE! Then I needed it to be easy to prepare because I am lazy after work. Finally I wanted to try and use as many “healthy” alternatives as I could to kind of cut out some of the guilt factor.
1 ½ lbs red potatoes
1 lb sausage (I used bratwurst)
1/2 medium vidalia onion, chopped
1 flavor burst pepper (regular bell pepper is fine, red or orange), chopped
The first thing you want to do is preheat your oven to 350 degrees, since I am using raw potatoes, I am going to let the pie pan heat up in the oven as well. This way when you put the potatoes in you can get a nice crust on them.
I thoroughly rinsed my potatoes, but opted not to peel them. If you do not want to use red potatoes/don’t have them handy, regular russets are fine. I shredded them in my food processor and used tea towels to push out the extra moisture. You are going to want to squeeze as much water out of the potatoes as you can in order to avoid a soggy pie.
I then mix my ranch seasoning, salt and coconut oil into my shredded potatoes. I would not use more than a teaspoon of salt since the ranch mix has so much flavor, but it is necessary to help push moisture out of the potatoes. However, if you are on a low sodium diet feel free to omit salting here.
Tip: put the coconut oil in the microwave for about 10 seconds to make it a liquid and easy to mix into the potatoes.
Pack the potatoes into the pie pan and line them nicely over the rim of the dish. Put it in the oven for about 35-40 minutes or until the edges start to get a little crisp.
Remove your sausage from the casing and add it to a screaming hot cast iron, once some of the liquid cooks out add the onions and peppers. Cook until the sausage is no longer pink. It is important not to overcook here as you will be putting this mixture into the oven to cook more and unless you like your meat rubber textured you don’t want it SUPER DONE going in.
Combine the meat mixture, eggs, and feta. Once well mixed add it to your potato pan. Top with the cherry tomatoes and slide it into the oven for another 35 minutes or until eggs have set.
Look at that. DAMN. One nice thing about the super sweet tomatoes is they impart a ketchup like quality when you get one in a bite without having to slather your meal with Americas favorite red high fructose corn syrup.
The musings of a WoC just trying to make beautiful food, an affordable lifestyle, and a successful career.