# 2, 3 & 4…

A conglomeration of a few firsts during my 30 days of firsts

#2… I’ve made coconut curry two weeks in a row.  For some of you, this may seem rather redundant, cooking the same meal two weeks in a row.  For me, nope.  I have my go-to recipes that I make 2-3 times per month.  But those are no-fail recipes, meals I’ve been making since my teens and I know they are crowd family pleasers of finger-licking tasty goodness.  Last week, I wasn’t so pleased, mainly because I failed to trim my chicken and it disgusted me when I ate it.  Granted I had the best of the best I could have purchased from Sprouts, but the fatty parts on the boneless thighs just turned me off.  So this week, I did a variation of the sauce and trimmed my meat.  While the finished product both weeks were great, I still was turned off by trimming meat before-hand.  What a conundrum.  While I feel blessed to provide my family with a vastly different meal from the “norm”, I still can’t get over the meat issue.  GROSSERS…

#3… I made my oldest child (ten next week) do a 30 minute time out in the corner.  PSSST… HE DID IT!  Originally I had said 1 hour, but I bargained… He could trade 30 minutes for chores.  Wouldn’t you know it, that little booger that was back talking me chose chores, and you guessed it… I gave him a long lack-luster list.  More to come on this…

#4… I talked back to my mother.  Not in a hateful way, no, I’m just not going to go down to a nasty level.  I talked back in a way that I think just may have spoken to her.  You see, not every parent-child relationship is all bliss.  That’s a hard thing for me to say, and a hard thing to swallow.  I see friends, acquaintances, and strangers interact with their folks, and it always makes me wonder why I don’t have that.  Not to say I’m not close to my parents, I am.  I love both my parents to the depths of this broken soul.  But I’d be lying if I said my relationship with my mother is like any others I’ve observed.  It’s just not.  The funny thing is, the older I get, the more I understand her.  Yet, when I was younger I was so forgiving.  Now, not so much.  We can choose to divulge ourselves in the past, in the wrong-doings forced upon us, or we can learn and move on.  I am moving on (not without her, just have to live my life).  I’ve tried, tried, tried to stick with my mom in this quick sand recipe of hurt, loss and what might have been.  I’m old enough now to know better, yet still young enough to know, I won’t repeat that cycle.  I won’t repeat it for my husband, my children… but most of all, for ME.  So today, she sent me a metaphor via text… “There’s a chink in my Armour, but I’ll soldier on.”  My response, “You should go see the welder or the blacksmith.”  No response… Metaphor delivered, received & digested?  I wish I knew.

One of my mom's songs.

One of my mom’s songs.

My apologies that 2, 3 & 4 aren’t more eventful, but I plan to share more about these topics as I can (ummmm, curry, probably not so much though)!  Number 5 should be a bit more interesting… Can I do 100 miles in March?  It all depends on the wind, family schedule, oh yeah – and the biggest thing… MOTIVATION.


#14 – Leverage Your Big “WHYS”!


14LEVERAGE YOUR BIG – WHYSKnow the specific reasons your health matters to you.  Write them down where you’ll see them daily.  


Be a celebrator of other’s talents versus a critic.

Today was our first outing beyond the city limits with Miss K (who is a tender 5 months) and Mister C (an invincible wee man of 9).  obstaclesToday was also the second time I have ventured out to eat during my 21 day gutsy detox program.  We had every tiny little frustrating detail hold us up.  GRRRRR!  How are hard is it just to get out and do what you want to do???

Well needless to say after the tiny obstacles were in the rear view mirror, and the frustration that lingered in our chests’ dissipated, we had a really nice afternoon.  Mister C pointed out that the restaurant we lunched at was ‘nice’.  Nicer and more variety than what we have in our little town.  Made me a little nostalgic for the city we used to live in.  Miss K wanted her lunch while at the restaurant…after a short attempt at a concealed feed, I opted to take her to the bathroom (I don’t think I’ll ever feel comfortable doing the BF in a public setting – cover or no cover).  Hubby enjoyed a burger with a runny egg (EW!), wee man a hot dog, fruit (who am I kidding, I ate the fruit), and thick cut steak fries.  I ate a fabulous arugula salad with bacon and balsamic.

Sprouts!We shopped for about as long as we could stand…malls weren’t made for people like us!  Is it sad that the highlight of our day trip was #SPROUTS?!


On the road home, I let my eyelids rest and my mind drift.  It’s not often that hubby and I have a weekend together.  So when we do, it the-road-homeis super special.  We’ve had our ups as a family and I’ve learned from our downs.  My health matters to me because I want to be with my family as long as possible.  It is these fleeting moments that we have together that make my life rich.  Just as I have unwavering vivid memories growing up with my parents and brother, I’m now adding to those memories with my own family that I will forever treasure.  It is so easy to get caught up in the day-to-day routine and struggles of life.  The routine and struggles can sometimes cloud what is most valuable and important.
My hubby is fantastic at remember things I like or want to do.  After the 40 minute car ride, the lunch (and bathroom stall feeding), the long line to exchange Christmas gifts, perusing Michaels… he mapped out the address for the nearest Sprouts.  That man never ceases to make me smile each day.  And a smile on my face is as good as gold.  Those kids warm my heart, make me want to be better for them each day.


Next time – from 101 Revolutionary Ways to be Healthy- #15 Raise Your Sights & from Robin Sharma – Stop watching TV. (Bonus points: sell your tv and invest the cash in learning and self-education).



#12 – Go At Your Own Pace

TwelveGO AT YOUR OWN PACE – A healthy life is more a marathon than a sprint. So start where you are. Choose sensible, sustainable shifts over instant cures and quick fixes. 

This can apply to so many parts of my life…how about you?

I recently began a shift in my daily diet.  For 21 days I am cutting so much out of what I would normally eat.  Surprisingly, this hasn’t been hard at all!  The hardest part has been to find the time to prepare my breakfast and snacks from scratch, otherwise, I’m beginning to find out – I already  had a pretty healthy diet!  That is good news, but there must be something I was eating before that I am not now, because I honestly feel better on the inside!

BUT (there’s always a but, isn’t there), I am all too aware that this is not a quick fix and I know that I will need to maintain this beyond these 21 days.  This is a great start, the way I feel is a motivator for me to get back to where I once was with eating and running.  I had this idea four and a half months ago, when our ‘sweet pea’ joined us, that I would click my heals, no longer rely on cereal, crackers and the like for quick so-called ‘healthy snacks’.  I had this vision that I would shed the weight it took my nine months to pack on, lace up my Asics and hit the ground running.  HA!  Although, I’ve lost most of the weight, I haven’t run a lick!  It took me deciding to do this 21 day program to cut out the easy snacks… so things are progressing, but not quite as stealth like as I had imagined!

Oops! Road Sign

While I realize there is no ‘instant cure or quick fix’ to my physical well-being, I am beginning to realize the same goes for my Credit: 25_DREAM_OF_CONSCIOUSNESS_copy-4067[1]mental well-being!  Why is it so hard for me to accept that my everyday attitude may be fantastic, but there are certain memories and moods from my past life that affect me?  Well, I guess I will just have to work on those things a little bit at a time too.  As my body is filling with strength again, I will do everything I can to nourish my mind and soul…  “Make Excellence My way of Being (versus a once-in-a-while event).”

In the mean-time (not to sound corny), I will maintain my attitude of gratitude!  It is Saturday, I have to precious little souls that I’ve been lounging with all morning, I am so grateful for them!

The sweet and comedic messages I’ve been receiving from my hubby all morning bring a bright smile to my face, and little fuzzy fluttery butterflies to my belly (after all these years).  I am thankful for him.

Today, I’m going to enjoy the day, try to start a couple of DIY home projects – most of all, I’m going to treasure the smiles and laughs that fill our Certifiable Happy Home (or as my son puts it, our CRAZY family)!