Captain’s Log, Stardate 47634.44
I have observed the life form now for the past 14.5 months. The last two months have brought unprecedented developmental changes in the being, hereinafter referred to as the Miniature Adult-like Creature, or M.A.C.
13 Months
14 Months
I don’t knit, but it IS a hobby that costs money.
I’ve been feeling a little blogging schizophrenic lately. Well, not just blogging. I’m having trouble deciding how I want to spend my “free” time.
So, you know. Just the usual things everyone has to deal with. How you should spend your finite minutes and hours each week.
I was discussing this with James the other day when he was in the shower. (This is why “free” time is in quotation marks.) I was rambling on about how I’ve been reading more about blogging on the internet, and I’d like to make some upgrades with hosting and mailing lists and widgets, but I wasn’t sure if I should upgrade Roman Reboot or start from scratch on the new project, but I’d like to do some things to Roman Reboot but they will cost money and can I justify that if the site is just a hobby??
And he said something that is very obvious, but it is something I had lost perspective on.
So remember when I said I wanted to work on getting back to running?
I decided to work on it. Even though it is approximately eleventy bajillion degrees. Definitely a good idea.
For me, running means racing. I like running–once I get out the door. I need some kind of race motivation for me to actually commence the act of running.
Ooo, a half marathon in Rome at the end of August? At night? Perfect! Sign me up!!
(Never mind that it starts like at my bedtime. Also, did I mention that it is eleventy bajillion degrees? Slightly better at night. Slightly.)
I decided to sign up. And immediately ran into an issue.
Required medical form? What could this be?
I consulted my medical peeps here. Yup, most races require a medical form. Some races just need a doctor’s signature. Others need an actual physical.
Guess which one this one needed?
I got an appointment for my physical. I knew that there would be a stress test so that I should wear workout clothes. I knew that it would cost 40 euro. I knew that I had to bring my own urine specimen. I couldn’t leave a specimen there because first morning urine was needed.
Day of the appointment. Thankfully, a friend had hers scheduled at the same time. (She drove.)
We hand over our specimens. Pretty sure these are straight up chucked in the trash. Definitely no way that they were tested during the 30 minutes we are there. Maybe they figure anyone who would actually bring a specimen doesn’t have anything to hide??
After calculating our height in cm (thanks Google!), we stand on a machine that weighs you and uses sensors to check body fat or something like that. We get print outs, but everything is most definitely in Italian. BMI I recognize at least. Looks pretty good, I pride myself.
I have a lung capacity test. It involves blowing into a cardboard tube machine. I think I do very badly. In my defense, I think the test was explained poorly. They do not tell me the results.
I go to a different room for the stress test. I wait. I can see the sinister stationary bike in the corner, sensors dangling like creepy tentacles.
The doctor (I presume???) comes breezing in. He picks up my printout. “Hmm,” he says, peering at the numbers. He fixates at a number on the page. He makes a face. “Fat,” he says, patting his belly.
Uh, excuse me??
I tell him to have two babies and see how that works out for him. Either something is lost in translation or he (wisely) chooses to ignore this.
I can’t help thinking what would he have said if I showed up pre-30 Day EVERYTHING Challenge.
“Take off your shirt,” he says.
Wait, what???
Nothing is really explained, but it seems that this is a part of the stress test. I sit on the bike. He starts soaking me down with water. It becomes clear that this is to make the sensors stick, but again, nothing is explained.
We start the test. I have to keep the bike above 80 RPM for three minutes. And it will get harder.
The first minute, I’m thinking, this isn’t so bad. I can do this. I’m singing Henry’s favorite, Chumba Wumba, in my head. I get knocked down, but I take your stress test again, . . .
I can see the hills coming. It starts to hurt. Bad. My legs are shaking. I see the RPM slow to 60. And then 45.
The “doctor” is not sympathetic. “This is a stress test,” he explains. THANKS. I get it.
I keep my legs turning, even though I really thought I might stop. I wonder why I didn’t adjust the bike seat down a little before we started.
Towards the end, when I’m thinking that I have definitely failed, he comes to stand beside me, presumably as motivation. He pushes my knee down to keep it going. I can smell cigarettes.
And then it’s over. He jumps down saying “Follow me” and runs out.
I’m dazed. My legs are like jelly. Can I put on my shirt? I gasp.
I stumble to the reception area, and my friend (who went first) assures me that it is over. Later, she hypothesizes that the whole thing is just a formality. She thinks they printed out my certificate before I even completed the stress test. Glad I went through that then.
And that is how I am the proud owner of a certificate stating that I have excellent physical fitness which is good for one year. And after that creepy, painful experience, I am now obligated to run ALL the races.
And I sure showed that “you’re fat” doctor. After I get home from my test, I make a healthy dinner. And then go get some gelato.
Dear Henry,
Instead of rambling about your vocabulary (immense) and your size (also immense), let me tell you a story about a recent trip that sums up the essence di Henry, if you will.
On a sunny, long weekend in June, we did an overnight trip to Spoleto, Cortona, the Perugina chocolate factory, and Assisi. There were plenty of quintessential Henry moments throughout, but I’d like to talk about our time in Assisi.
We’ve talked outfits for your trip to Rome. Now let’s talk about what is arguably the MOST important part of your outfit. No, not your keep-your-valuables-safe bag. Not even your Papa Francisco slap bracelet. (I actually couldn’t find any of those on the internets. There’s your next million dollar idea. YOU’RE WELCOME.)
I’m talking about shoes. That’s right. Your footwear can mean the difference between your strolling through the Forum in comfort or limping through the sights, too distracted by blisters to appreciate the wonder of the city. Your shoes can mean the difference between feeling cute on your Roman Holiday or feeling like you sacrificed your personal style for a safe, comfortable option.
Luckily, I think you can have both fashion and function. In fact, I advocate a two-part plan of attack. If you find the right shoes, you can do your whole vacation with just two pairs. Trust.
So what is this magic recipe, you scoff?
When we first got here, I gawked at sky high heels. But then I realized that these are not the rule. And when I looked even closer, I realized that many Romans are sporting cool styles that could walk for miles.
1 Part Sporty Sneaks
Have you guys noticed how gosh darn cool some sneakers have gotten these days? Throwback styles, fun prints, you name it. The trick is to pick something with cushion and style. This is not the time to look like you are about to sweat to the oldies or pump some iron.
I have seen LOTS of fun sneakers here. Neon colors. Floral prints. Even some sequins. Just like your crazy pants, if you ever wanted to try out a fun sneaker, THIS is the place to do it.
In case you are curious on brands, my completely unscientific observations are lots of Adidas and New Balance. Some Nike, Saucony, and Reebok. Some Puma, but not nearly as much as I expected. Oh, there are oodles of Chucks if this is your jam, but I cannot personally speak to comfort on these.
Start with black if you aren’t feeling too crazy, although these also come in fun colors. I think every fashion blogger I follow has these and swears by them.
I heart this print.
Gray + pattern = yes please
Digging the retro vibe. Can’t go wrong with a classic.
Great in the classic white. Fun in floral.
If laces aren’t your thing, slip-on sneakers are back in a big way. I haven’t done it yet, but I am dangerously close to adding some Vans to my collection. Yes, this is hypocritical as I called my middle school friends posers for their Airwalks and Etnies when they were only casual skate aficionados. Don’t care.
While regular sneaks have great potential for pops of color, I’ve been seeing slip-ons with so many fun prints. I want them all.
I’m so close, you guys. So close.
Unless I need these. This is why I haven’t pulled the Vans trigger! So many choices!!
Quilted!
Pineapple!
When deciding how crazy to go, consider the rest of your wardrobe. If you are like me and have finally realized that you only wear gray and other neutrals, try a bright color or print. If your wardrobe has a little more pizzazz, maybe consider a more supporting player. I fully support pattern mixing, but make sure you find an option that works for multiple outfits.
If you are looking for sneaker inspiration, The Mom Edit has a great roundup.
1 Part Killer Sandals
I think comfortable and cute sandals are the Holy Grail of footwear. I’ve had some luck finding decent Naturalizers in the past, but I’m not loving their styles this year. Same for Aerosoles.
Not hating this one from Dr. Scholl’s
These have great reviews
I did have a great experience with a pair of Rocket Dogs once.
And this is where I get kind of stuck you guys. I’m sure there are plenty of comfy sandals out there that are not in a comfort brand, but I’m too lazy to order them without knowing and I’m never in stores to try them on.
This summer, I ended up going with Birkenstocks. I know, I know, some of you hate on these, but hear me out. There are more fun styles than just the traditional two strap now. And I’m not sure that mine have it, but I have heard great things about the new soft footbed styles. If you are interested in Birks, you could even wait until you arrive to purchase. They seem to be a little bit cheaper here.
Whatever you pick, same rules for sneaks apply. Look at your wardrobe. Pick someone who will play nice with everyone. I really like metallics as easy to wear with everything.
Mix both parts on travel days
In my ideal sightseeing world, you would build a pause into your day. Maybe you hit it hard in the morning, have a leisurely lunch and rest, and then head back out in the late afternoon. Maybe you go strong all day and then have a late afternoon rest at your hotel before heading out for dinner. At a place when many restaurants don’t open until 7:30 pm, you’re going to need a break.
Whenever you break, take this opportunity to change your shoes. It isn’t mandatory, but I think it can help your feet feel fresher and renewed to tackle the city. Let’s say you wear your sneaks to the Colosseum and Forum. (Which I would definitely recommend, because of grit, rocks, and dust.) Then, after your afternoon rest, you slip into your sandals for your evening passagiata and dinner.
And that’s just about all you need. I’d try to find sandals that would make you feel like you could walk into a dressy restaurant for dinner. Or just wear your sneakers since sneakers and dresses are a thing now.
Now some of you might be all, but what about other great closed toe options? What about loafers? Ballet flats?
To that, I say, if you can find one that feels great, go for it. For me, shoes in this category fall into the a few hours comfort, but not all day comfort. They could be OK for medium walking, but maybe not EVERYWHERE walking.
I’m still on the hunt for this category. I haven’t tried Tieks yet because I’d like to try on something that expensive before buying it, but I know some people rave. Also, I know some people swear by the Cole Haan ballet flats, but I wasn’t blown away in store.
This loafer speaks to me. I have a similar printed pair that I love, but definitely only rate for medium walking comfort.
These were some of my fave commuter shoes, but I wouldn’t wear them all day.
Any other footwear suggestions? Have you tried Tieks? Any recommendations on comfortable sandals? Uh, asking for a friend.
I want to tell you something that is kind of crazy. I, Melissa, mother of two, have never put both my kids in a car and driven them somewhere all by myself. And these kids aren’t weeks old, mind you. My “baby” turned one this spring.
The other crazy thing? I haven’t driven a car since last August when we moved here. I haven’t driven in Italy at all.
Back when we lived in DC, I was never a big driver. When we were in Maryland, I sometimes drove to the metro or shopping or to visit my friends in Virginia, but I didn’t drive all the time. Once we moved to DC proper, I mostly stopped driving. I walked Henry to day care. I took the bus or metro to work. When we did family outings on the weekends, James would drive. I did pull shifts–usually the early morning shift (no shocker there)–on our drives to SC, but I could still go months without getting behind the wheel of a car.
I’m a nervous person and a nervous driver. Not driving much exacerbates this. Living in cities exacerbates this.
I usually don’t mind it at all. I have plenty of stores within walking distance. Public transportation is still a challenge with the two kids, but it is there. We can get where we need to go sans automobile.
But something happened earlier this month that has me reevaluating my no drivo status.
We visited Lake Bracciano on a weekend. Although our trip out took longer because of a flat tire, this volcanic lake is only 45 minutes from Rome. Motor sports are limited, and the lake is a pristine and quiet place. It is rimmed by three towns to explore and an awesome (and free!) airplane museum at the sight of Italy’s first airport.
Even though the lake is crazy close, we opted to do an overnight so that we could explore more. Our agriturismo, Agriturismo Il Castoro, sits on smaller, neighboring Lake Martignano. You have to go down some serious dirt roads to get there.
Even if you don’t stay there, you can pay a few euro to access the expanse of grassy beach lined with hammocks. You can pay a few more euro to rent a paddle boat–some with their own slides–or grab some refreshing beverages at the small cafe.
Because of uncooperative weather (I swear, it is always stifling except when I actually have aqua access), we didn’t frolic in the water. (Although we did all touch it; Mac was particularly nonplussed.)
We did enjoy some time swinging in the hammocks and feeling the grass between our toes.
As we strolled, I could not help but think, I could do this.
I could load up the kids on a random weekday and hit the lake or explore a nearby town or do anything we wanted. We have fun at the zoo and parks in Rome, and I’m trying to get better about picking off new sights with the kids, but we could just go.
Of course, exploring a new town with the adorable weirdos sounds downright frightening. I’m not scared of my kids, per se; however, sometimes I am definitely intimidated by them.
But things change. And faster than I think too.
Not that long ago, I could barely grocery shop with the two kids by myself. Now we have a produce guy, an egg lady, fish dudes, and I can get around the store with the two of them if I need to.
Not that long ago, Mac refused to move anywhere. Then I spent HOURS walking behind him holding his hands. Now I walk beside him and sometimes dash to keep up as he darts off a few steps on his own. (He still refuses to crawl though.)
At some point, trips with these guys may not seem so crazy. I need to be ready.
Even if that means getting behind the wheel of a car. I’m planning to force myself to practice when town empties this August. Our car is already lightly “Romanized.” No one would notice a few more scratches.
Deep breath. I’m an adult. I can do this.
Other Trip Highlights
Pistachio pasta FTW
Also lots of old cars. BONUS.
Other Bracciano Resources
OK, enough of my son’s adorable ramblings. Let’s get back to the business at hand. (But this morning he asked to put on his sun scream. I know!) AHEM, back to the business.
The business, of course, being the 30 Day EVERYTHING Challenge. I promised you guys results. Let’s chat results.
But first, for those of you just joining, let’s relive the glory days with a quick recap.
What am I talking about? Here is where I lay out the challenge.
How did it feel? (FEEEeeelings) Check out my real time diaries and report cards here and here.
What worked? This is where I do my best to put on my responsible adult thinking hat and consider what I liked and what I didn’t.
OK, NOW down to business. But first, I wanted to chat a little about why I did this challenge.
I could say that I did it for the kids. I could tell you how I want more energy to keep up with them and to feel better so that I can be a more patient and awesome mom. And I DO want those things, but that isn’t why I did it. The kids certainly don’t care what size I am. And I’m sure I can always improve in the patience/energy/awesome category, but that is just side gravy.
I could tell you I did it for James. That guy did marry me for my hot bod, after all. (Snort.) And James does support me and want me to look and feel my best however I decide that is. But nope.
I did it for me.
You see, since moving here or probably since Mac was born, I’ve felt a little less “me-like.” Don’t get me wrong. I love Love LOVE the time I’m getting to spend with the kids. I’m having a blast exploring a new country and continent.
But sometimes I feel like my mom hat dwarfs any other hat I have. I usually only leave the house completely by myself once a week, if that. I don’t spend tons of time on myself or doing things for myself.
This challenge helped me take care of myself better. It helped make me more of a priority. The kids are very high on the list, but I matter too. I should be taken care of as well.
I’m enjoying the morning time I’ve carved out for myself to exercise and to think and to do whatever I want. I’m enjoying feeling good getting out of bed in the morning. I’m also enjoying access to more of my pre-baby wardrobe. So yay! “Me” is pleased.
And now for realz, BIDNESS.
Are you guys ready to see the results?
I mean truly shocking before and afters??
Hold on to your butts.
Keep scrolling.
Scrolling.
BAM.
As you can see, the difference with clothes is subtle, if noticeable at all. (My doofusness has not changed a bit.) I admit that some sort of side-by-side photos would have been ideal and photos actually showing my body would have been better, but I’m only a mere mortal and not a Biggest Loser contestant. I don’t need any bikini photos on the internets, thank you very much.
I can tell you that I dropped a clothing size. For example, these pants definitely didn’t fit before. Also, I’ve moved to the smaller size of my ONE SHIRT TO RULE THEM ALL. Oh, and I got a hair cut.
Fuzzy shot, check. Dirty mirror, check. Rando toddler shoe, check and check.
And the numbers don’t lie. I followed whole30 protocol and didn’t weigh myself at all during the challenge. But, boy, was I excited to whip out that scale on day 31. (Since then I’ve weighed myself once, but I’m trying not to get back into the every day habit. It’s about feeling good; not about a number.)
And again, I hope you guys will forgive me for not sharing raw numbers. First, the internets just don’t need to know my weight. Second, these are my numbers and I’m happy, but I don’t want anyone to get hung up on them. Your numbers are probably different and they are your story and that’s what matters, ya know?
But I will share the delta. James took before, mid-way, and after measurements. I realized later that he left very helpful, scientific reminders like “top of crack” for my hip measurement so that he would hit the same place again. (He also measured in centimeters because he has gone FULL Italian, but he claims it was for more accuracy.)
Interestingly, probably almost 75% of the changes occurred in the first two weeks. Except for my waist which actually was lower at mid-point measure than final. I guess I was feeling bloaty that day. Or, you know, ALL THOSE ABS.
So yeah. That happened. In just 30 days. It could have been any of the factors (whole30) or the whole combination (whole30), but results were had. I know some people would think a whole30 is extreme, but I’ve never found a way to get such significant results in such a short period of time. This approach works for me. Seeing big changes makes me more motivated to keep it up. If I tried to adopt a “be reasonable” approach for six months, I doubt I’d see any difference because I’d never be able to stick to it.
Those are the “sexy” changes. Let’s talk about some other changes.
SKIN
OK, here I really should have taken some before pictures. But in my haste to get the party started, I didn’t think through all the details. So NO PICS FOR YOU, said in my no soup for you voice.
And because we do not have hard evidence, my response is wishy washy, but I think my skin is better. Although this could be a halo effect from just feeling better generally and thinking I look better. But when I touch my face, it feels, uh, plumper. I don’t know, but it definitely feels a little different. I can at least report that eating good fats, washing your face, and drinking water are not deleterious for your skin and probably definitely at least a little help.
SLEEP
As you guys saw, I failed BIG TIME on bedtime alarm. Despite this, I’m feeling more rested. First, even if I’m not going to sleep at 2200, I am going to sleep earlier than I had been so that’s a win.
Also, I’m getting higher quality sleep. I fall asleep faster, and I usually never wake up in the middle of the night, barring child screaming, of course. Even post challenge, I’ve been waking up on my own around 600, ready to start the day.
MOOD
You could ask James for confirmation, although he would probably insist that I am delightful all the time because he is a smart cookie, but I would say there has been definite mood improvement. I still feel overwhelmed by the kids at various points every day and my mind spins with a million things I need to do but can’t because Mac will RAGE if I stop walking him around. But I feel better. I really do.
FOOD
My urge to snack has diminished. Sometimes it is still there. Sometimes I just want to put food in my mouth. But I think it is more under control. I’m better able to gauge when I really want something versus just eating it because it is there.
A lot of food tastes better. Although I still just can’t seem to love red peppers, much to James’s chagrin. He loves that shizz.
I plan to keep cooking whole30 at home and then not worry as much when we go places because convenience food on the whole30 is a fantastical pink unicorn. I’m also hoping to keep my booze consumption for special, out-of-the-house occasions. Last night I had one glass of wine at date night. We’ll see how this goes.
But what about BAD changes, you ask
I can’t really think of any. Possibly my current paranoia that eating gluten will derail my whole way of life. Or my questionable fashion taste now that I am combining more clothes. Or needing to pee more from all the water and not being able to. See Mac raging when I ask him politely to let go of my hand. But seriously, I can’t really think of anything.
30 days, all gain. W00t!
Any other questions on results? Aside from my weight, I’m happy to share! And then I promise to shut up about the 30 Day EVERYTHING Challenge for a bit. Probably.
Henry says some pretty hilarious things. I’ve been told that I used to say hilarious things once, but my parents didn’t write it down and cannot remember even one witty anecdote. Inspired by YHL’s Clara Conversations, I wanted to share some Henry-isms as I collect a critical mass.
Henry: (After tackling his brother and wrestling him to the ground) I’m baptizing Mac!
Henry: I want Mac’s cookie.
Me: No, that’s Mac’s.
Henry: Mac wants to share with me?
Me: No. No, he doesn’t.
Henry: Mac, you want me to hold that for you?
You have to admire his persistence.
Henry: I want to have a lot of money so that I can buy a Ferrari.
It’s good to have goals. I guess.
Henry: (Pointing at my bruises) What did we do to you?
What indeed, dear child. Parenting: a full contact sport.
Psst. Want more hilarious Henry? Check him out here, here, and here.
Welcome back, sports fans. I’m sorry. I hoped for the results post on the challenge today, but it won’t be ready until next week. Between planning for the lake this weekend and truncated naps, I’m a little behind.
Also, if you have any questions on the challenge, please lemme know. I may do an FAQ post, and it is always fun to have actual questions instead of just the usual conversation with myself. Not that I’m not a stellar conversationalist. Why, thank you, self.
Until then . . .
On the blog:
In case you’ve missed it, come check out the challenge.
What is this 30 Day EVERYTHING Challenge anyway?
Did you actually make it? Well, mostly. Check out the first half here and the second half here.
Did you like it? Overall, I’m glad I did it. See what is working for me and what still needs work.
News team, be warned. This could be the first of many challenges. I’m already eying a finance challenge and a minimalism one. Any other challenge ideas?
On the internets:
Watch swinging your arms around here! I can’t say I’ve seen all of these, but I do see Italians talking with their hands constantly, even when on the phone.
I’ve just started using, but I’m LOVING this tanning lotion so far. Noticeable after the first application. It only has a subtle self-tanner tang and mostly smells a little lemony.
All my DC peeps, can you promise to check this out??
Are you guys also obsessed with the new album from Killers frontman Brandon Flowers?? I could (and do) listen to Lonely Town on continuous repeat (although the rest of the album is also very good). I defy you not to feel the need to arm pump when that beat starts up. Here, check out the subtly creepy video.
This is long, but Mindy Kaling!! I’ve been watching in bits and pieces. Check out more on BookCon at MMD.
Happy weekend, ya’ll!
So now that I’ve done the 30 Day EVERYTHING Challenge and told you about how it felt as it was happening (Days 1 – 15, Days 16 – 30), I’m doing some thinking on what I liked. On what worked. On what didn’t work. On what I can do better. And on what I want to try next.
This is an important step for me. My usual style is to keep charging full steam ahead without pause for thought or consideration. Reflection is not my strong suit. MORE. LET’S GO. DO IT. This, however, is dumb. It would be like taking a bunch of practice LSATs and then not bothering to score them. And anyone who has made themselves take full LSATs knows just how ludicrous that would be.
So let’s reflect. BTW, here is my full report card:
| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 | |
| Get Up Early | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | ||||||
| Whole30 | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | |||
| Plank Challenge | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | ||||||||||||
| Abs Challenge | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | / | / | / | |||||||
| Steps | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | ||||||||||||||||||||
| 8 Glasses of Water | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | |||||
| 5 Minutes Meditation | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | |||||||||
| 20 Second Hug | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | ||||
| Real Kiss | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | |||||
| Wash Face | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X |
| Floss | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X |
| Bedtime Alarm | X | X |
Even shiny, new things fade into the background after awhile
You know how you get a new something, like that living room chair you’ve been obsessing over, and you LOVE it and you love how it looks and you sneak little glances at it but then eventually it just becomes part of the room?
That is human nature, I suppose. We become accustomed to things to the point that we don’t really see them.
Why is she talking about chairs? Get to the point, already!
My point is that this is the way I felt about this challenge. I made my spreadsheet document, and in the early days I was SO excited to run to the computer to enter my X. About mid-way through I would tally my Xs at the end of the day. On the last days, I had to struggle and recreate Xs for the day before.
My water tracking experience was a little better. Using my fancy schmancy resources, I devised a sort of water abacus using fridge magnets. Pour a glass of water; move a magnet to the other side. It works great until Henry decides he wants a letter. This was easier to maintain because of the tactile aspects of it. The act of pouring water signaled to me that it was time to move a magnet. Also, the fridge magnets were close to where the action took place. Their prominence on the fridge, right at my eye level, made me take more note as well.
For future endeavors, I need to figure out how to make this proximity + prominence formula work to my advantage. Printing things instead of having them buried under tabs on my computer would probably be a first step. Multiple copies in different locations could also assist, but maintaining multiple tallies would be a pain. Instead of having a master list, the answer might be to have separate lists near the place where the activity took place. Once upon a time when I was pumping at my old job, I kept a “got milk?” post-it right beside my light switch that I turned off on exiting. I never forgot the milk.
I like some exercise, but unreasonable expectations make me want to not even try
Exercise is definitely a good addition to my routine. I like the way my mind sort of zones out when I’m doing it. I absolutely like the results. I can do more then 30 leg lifts without stopping now! When I started, I couldn’t even do 10. Now that so few of my daily activities result in a feeling of check-the-box accomplishment (maintaining the children is just a continuous, never-ending cycle), completing a set of exercises is surprisingly rewarding. Also, I do enjoy the new hint of abs. Just a glimmer. Recipe for making me like exercise: one dash of abs.
But I think 15-20 minutes is probably my sweet spot. Once I knew it would take me more than 30 minutes to get through the whole thing, it made me not even want to start. This is not good. Doing something is always better than doing nothing.
For the future, now that I’ve rebuilt my mornings, I do want to add back running. I hope to update you on this soon.
For the days I stay home, I may put together a grab bag of exercises to try and rotate them around. One day could be pilates, another day could be barre, etc. I may try the 30 Day Beach Body Challenge. It looks like the numbers do increase, but the focus is more on rotating different exercises.
I will apparently only exercise in the morning
One of the reasons I wanted to try the plank challenge is that I thought it would be really easy for me to drop and plank throughout the day. I spend a large portion of time crawling around on the carpet. Why not throw some planks in there?
But it just never happened. I could try much harder to build some planks into my routine, a la always plank before eating. Although our kitchen floor is usually pretty gross. Ain’t nobody want to plank on that.
My main takeaway though is that I like exercise and, if I actually want to do it, I should make sure to do it in the morning. BEFORE even touching the computer to make sure that it actually happens.
Convenience food on the whole30 is really annoying
This wasn’t a shocker, but it was definitely reiterated during the challenge. It annoys me that all of your easy on-the-go options like a sandwich or a slice of pizza are out. I know some places have it, but I haven’t seen tons of salads here. Even if I found a salad, this isn’t good eat in a hurry food. I like a good sit down meal as much as the next gal, but particularly when sightseeing with the kids, it is nice to have better on the move options.
Everything I can think of to carry with for protein, like boiled eggs or tuna salad needs refrigeration. Not ideal. Anyone had more success on this?
Cooking was not as annoying this time because I already feel like I’m doing all the cooking
Our first whole30, we felt like we did ALL the cooking. Sunday afternoons were usually devoted to roasting batches of sweet potatoes and preparing a breakfast mix of sauteed meat, peppers, and onions.
Now, I already feel like I’m thinking of food constantly so this was less of a change.
This time around I gave up on most advanced prep. Instead of breakfast variety, we just ate eggs most of the time. Also, I nuked more sweet potatoes. Voila, smashed potato in time to serve once I finished the rest of dinner.
It is kind of unreal the number of times I wanted to eat when I wasn’t hungry. I just wanted to enjoy the sensation of eating
Uh, what? But it is true. Particularly in the early days, I just wanted to be eating. I wasn’t hungry. I just wanted the sensation of putting food in my mouth. That’s not really cool, man. This has gotten better. Mostly. I’ll have to watch this in the future.
I like the idea of tying unique food to special circumstances and occasions
You know how some places are just tied to special foods? Like, why would you go to Italy and not try some pasta?
I don’t want to miss out on special foods. If you’ll remember, I chafed on the whole30 when we went to Turin and I wanted the special chocolate and at the strawberry festival when I wanted the berries with whipped cream. Maybe I’ll go back to Turin. I could if I wanted. But I probably won’t. Same for lots of places we adventure to.
I’m hoping to keep eating pretty whole30ish. I’m not going to let it keep me from travel food. I don’t ever want to miss out.
I missed booze the most, but we might need to break up
My first whole30 in 2013, I think I missed cheese the most. Salads just didn’t seem right without it.
This time around I really missed booze. For me, other than the occasional margarita, booze means wine and beer.
I missed variety. I really only drink water, wine, and beer with the sometimes coffee. Things got monotonous.
I also missed the way I’d feel. I like unwinding with a glass of wine at the end of the day. I like escaping the heat with a chilly, refreshing drink.
But. I realized that–and this is hard for me to write–alcohol has become a proxy for “I’m having a good time now.” How will I know I’m having a nice dinner if I don’t have a glass of wine? How will I know I’m enjoying adult time if I don’t have a drink in my hand?
And I’m not OK with that. I’m not saying all booze is bad. I’m just saying that for me, because I have problems doing things moderately, less is definitely more. I think alcohol is a very major player on keeping me from springing out of bed in the morning.
So none would be ideal, but I’m not ready for that yet. I am living in a wine culture these days. I’m not saying people drink all the time or a lot, but wine is plentiful, reasonably priced, and darn good here. If you order a glass with lunch, no one would bat an eye.
I remember in college I met a girl who quit soda based on her dermatologist’s recommendation. She said her skin was now amazing and she didn’t regret it. I was incredulous. How could anyone live without soda???
Fast forward a few years to 2007. I quit caffeine cold turkey, and I haven’t looked back. I now enjoy the occasional espresso or cappuccino, but soda is very rare for me. What used to be outside the realm of possibility is now my new normal.
So maybe I’ll feel the same way about alcohol some day. Who knows? For now, I’m going to try to employ the same strategy as with food. Don’t drink something because it is there. Drink it because it is really good and I want it.
Thank goodness for sparkling water
Ah, sparkling water. I’ve been a fan for a few years now. But you were really here for me when I wanted something a little different. Thanks, pal.
I need to cultivate higher quality adult time
Without a glass of wine in the evening after the kids went to bed, I sometimes felt adrift. I had trained myself to want a treat at the end of the day.
Without the wine or snack, my post-kids evenings felt a little unfulfilled. I watched TV some, but not a ton. I read every night and I really enjoy it, but because I do that all the time, it doesn’t feel special. Most evenings would be frittered away puttering around on the computer. Some things I need to do, like email and trip planning. But these feel like have to dos. Not relaxing.
I’d like to add a little more purpose to the evenings. I think this means more socializing. More quality time with James. And possibly even doing my reading on the couch.
I LOVE having my mornings back, but I need to use them more mindfully
I was so excited that I was getting up early that I didn’t crack the whip on productivity. This is prime writing time. I do NOT need to be dorking around on the internet.
It would help if I eliminated any need to get on the computer until after exercise and meditation. I didn’t print the ab and plank challenges. I should have.
It would also help if I cleared distractions on the computer (cough, 78 tabs, cough) and planned what I want to do the night before. This is a definite area for improvement.
Meditation is my favorite new thing that is most likely to be pushed by the wayside
For my meditation, I sat up straight with my legs crossed and eyes closed for five minutes. It was surprisingly OK. I had that pleasant sensation you get on a long run where you think nice thoughts but can’t really remember them later. I mostly tried to think about nothing. Clearing my mind and focusing on a point in the center of my blacked out vision worked better for me than doing any kind of mantra.
So I hope to continue this, but it could get pushed out. See, I can’t see tangible results from meditation. I can’t look at my abs and see, wow, that meditation is really doing something. Maybe it is a part of my sleeping better and feeling better, but maybe not.
Having a grownup bedtime routine isn’t so bad . . . and good habits breed more good habits
At first I was all getting ready for bed takes FOREVER now. But then it wasn’t so bad. I mean, we’re just talking about flossing and washing my face. I have perfect marks on this, and I have every intention to continue.
I can also report that doing these things led to doing more things. 90% of the days I also used the toner I dug out of somewhere AND applied moisturizer. Good habits beget other good habits it seems.
I need to keep working on this sleep situation, but at least I’m addressing the elephant in the room
You guys may have found it tedious that I listed my bedtime almost every night. I know it seems small, but knowing the time was actually a really big deal for me.
Before, I deliberately chose not to look at my watch. I didn’t want to know. I knew it was late and that I should go to bed. But this was my time, and I didn’t care if morning Melissa had to pay for it.
Now, I’m not hitting the target bedtime, but I am getting closer. I’m at least making a conscious choice to stay up later.
We’ll see what I decide to do about this. If I keep getting up on my own at an early time feeling rested, I might not change anything. I may decide to get the reading material out of the bedroom, as my friend Maggie suggested. I’m anti-TV in the bedroom because of the distraction factor. Is my book presenting the same issue?
So. These are my takeaways. Some things are working. Some need tweaking. Some need more work. It’s always a work in progress. Life that is.
Do you have any stellar exercise routines to share? And has ANYONE found paleo food on the go? This is my next million dollar idea. I’m on it.
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