Goodbye November…

A few odds and/or sods:

I got a prize for showing up!

The workout log kind of fell apart, but not the actual working out.  I have had 2 days of rest over the past 4 weeks, but have otherwise devoted at least a solid half-hour to exercise every day.  I plan to stick to this, though not blog endlessly about it.  You’re welcome.

My First Vegan Thanksgiving was a huge success!  Everything was gorgeous and beautiful.  I wasn’t so worried about me because I happen to love very much vegan food and food prepared by mine own hand, but I was worried for the family who also then happened to have their own first vegan Thanksgiving.  Fortunately, the evening surrounded by caring and loving family and the blessings that we have all had the past year did come accompanied with good food.  And the best vegan pumpkin cheesecake of all time ever.  Prepared by The Husband’s own hand.  After all, he is good at providing cheese.

A filled table is a happy one.  I love all of these people.

Self talk in all forms can be both helpful and harmful.  I joked about either cutting myself or burning myself over the holiday.  I laughed at my last weigh in that I’d gain 3 pounds over the holiday.  I tittered that there was no experience yet that would get me off the pizza.  In their own odd ways, all of these things came to pass.


The moral is to joke about those millions of dollars you bet will never come your way.

December goal, more this and less stitches.

So goodbye November.  I shall remember you mostly fondly.  Except for the upset stomach and the stitches and trying to lose that November holiday weight to make room for the December holiday weight.  I will remember sticking to my goals as I prepare to make new ones for December (become a better blogger maybe, or learn how to set a place setting, possibly proper knife usage!), enjoying some good times with my family and my The Husband, the Thank You card from my sister and the call from my mom to say she was proud of me:  for the Weight Watchers, for the Veganist lifestyle and for being me.

For all the bad and the three stitches I like to think of as 87… I am truly blessed.  And there are blessings yet to come.

I also hope more cheesecake.

No, I said cheesecake.  Not cheese.
Granted.  This is vegan cheese.
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Irony Can Be Pretty Ironic Sometimes

Pray for me.

Friends, family, foodies, bloggers, Brooklynites and the owners of Mario’s and their ilk… pray for me.


I have true fear I have lost my taste for pizza.  For the first time.  Ever.

Stock footage from an earlier, happier time…

Off The Husband whisked me for an evening filled with Renaissance-style and heavily synthesized Christmas music (read: Mannheim Steamroller).  Don’t judge.  It was the music of my childhood.

As we drove off for an evening that I knew would involve again The Bellytimber Tavern, knowing full well there were a few vegan options I’d want to try but would ultimately get the vegan pizza because I am me, I mused to him aloud, “You know how the only thing Atkins did for me was cure me of my bacon obsession?”

“Hmmmmmm?” he said in that lazy voice of his that simultaneously meant “Yes, dear, I know that of which you speak.”, “What’s this now?”, “That guy in front of me is driving too slow.” and “Wonder if I can finish this Final Fantasy game before the next one comes out.”

“Well, it’s too bad there isn’t something like that for pizza,” I joked.  “I’ve been following that plan my entire life and it hasn’t worked yet!”

We shared some droll laughter and continued on my way.

Oh, stupid girl.  Stupid, stupid girl.

The last time we were at the tavern, it was crowed and entirely too loud for The Husband.  This time around, it was just loud.

He got a Greek (non-vegan) pie and I got a custom pie with what had become my favorite toppings at Pizza Fusion before they went away: Spinach, Artichoke and Garlic.

It was during Mannheim Steamroller during what may have been the creepiest video I’ve ever seen at a concern or otherwise that was vaguely related to Christmas when it happened.

I became distinctly aware of the exact size, shape and length of my lower intestine.  And it was doing the Batusi.

It became a distinctly uncomfortable Mannheim Steamroller experience.  And not for the creepy videos.

The end could not come fast enough, and to this morning I’m still feeling the ill effects of… well, I don’t know what or why this was brought on.

All I know is that it has a very strong association with that pizza I ate.  So much that the thought of pizza (any pizza) fills me with a slight nausia and cold dread.

Be careful what you wish for, even in jest?

Oh, please pray for me.  Let this pass, let me feel better.

Let me not wind up hating pizza…

Seconds!

So, what does a B’klynHeart following a plant based diet eat and/or serve on Thanksgiving?
I’d like to share with you the story of a girl who gained back 176 pounds in a single day*
Gardein Chicken Fillets (the alternative not-meat)
Thanksgiving Gravy a’la Happy Herbivore
The Husband‘s Stuffing 2.0 (The Vegan Version)
Perfect Brussels Sprouta’la V. K. Rees Photography, with added Fuji Apple,  Kabocha Squash and Cranberries
Five Cheese Baked Macaroni and Cheese a ‘la Hearty Vegan Meals for Monster Appetites
Yukon Gold And Sweet Potatoes a’la The Vegan Table
Looking back over these, I find the following B’klynHeart trends:
  • I make too much food.
  • I make entirely too much food.
  • Considering my stomach and my eye have drastically changed from 3 years ago (A pound of elbow macaroni?!  A pound?!?! Who am I feeding, Deleware?), I make entirely too much food.

A B’klynHeart first?  To add to yesterday’s questions, I am remarkably ahead of the game.
For this… I am incredibly grateful.
To all of you, please enjoy this day with your family and friends.  Be thankful for the wonderful blessings in your life.  Snuggle close with your loved ones and enjoy their company… and tell them that you love them and enjoy their company!  
Love from B’klynHeart and The Husband
Have a wonderful and blessed day.  And Thank You.
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* We all know this to be a lie, and this meal will produce 50 pounds at most.  The full 176 comes about when I go back to Brooklyn and visit all the vegan pizza spots in one day.

** Not-Turkey drama!  The original-original plan was to go with Gardein Stuffed Turk’y, but then I couldn’t find them (found them much later and have since purchased one for us to sample).  The next plan was Tofurky which was all well and fine… but we did wait and then could not find that.  So I briefly paniced before I forgot that I was B’klynHeart, so I came up with a plan… I was going to make a Seitanic roast… only Seitan could save me now!  So I’ll make this Ellen’s chef’s roast!  But then I’ll make it like Isa’s PPK roast!  But with The Husband’s stuffing!  And cranberries!…

and then I remembered again that I was very much a B’klynHeart, and to save myself from the ensuing crazy purchased a Field Roast, which I’m told by The Washington Post is quite tasty.

There will be Tofurky and Crazy B’klynHeart/The Husband Co-Production Seitanic Roast in the not-too-distant future however…

Firsts!

One first:  This would represent the most posts I have had in a month.  It may be due to my Work Out Log Challenge… but that will end soon, and the accountability has played a big part in my overall success I think.  Please bear with me; at least it hasn’t been every day.

So I think the prevailing crazy-voice in my head is the one going “La-la-laaaa!” in a very loud voice in an effort to calm the growing panic over the following facts:

1) This will be the first Thanksgiving that I’ve hosted at my house.
2) This will be the first Thanksgiving that I’ve cooked the entire menu.
3) This will be the first Thanksgiving where I’m at my goal weight and a Weight Watchers Lifetime Member (read: I want to stay at said weight).
4) This will be my first vegan Thanksgiving.
5) This will be the first time I’m cooking vegan food for the entire family.

Engage panic mode.

*panic mode engaged*

AAAAAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGHHH!

*ahem*

/panic mode

Frankly, what I’m worried about most is that somehow I feel like I’m not worried enough about these things.  Is that a funny way to feel?  I think so.  Though… maybe not.  I’m in love with my own cooking, so I run forward thinking that everyone else will be too… a strange and undeserved streak of confidence.  I’m also kind of surprised and stoked that the family were really into this (I was sure it’d be just me, The Husband and FiL).  To be able to share a meal that is compassionate and healthful (haha, not all exactly healthy except from certain perspectives) with those that I love most in the world… well, it’s a wonderful (if pressuring) opportunity.

Then again, part of their enthusiasm may have to do with the fact that they do not have to cook.

Really?  That’s just fine with me.  You know I love to cook.  Though if I need diced carrots… I better have started 3 days ago.

New traditions will begin at my house in just a few days, and you know what?  I need to just not worry about it.  It’ll be great, and they may like it, they may not… but the one tradition I intend to keep is the tradition of gathering with my family and being grateful.

1) I’m grateful that I can host Thanksgiving at my house this year.
2) I’m grateful that get to cook an entire menu of food (with assistance from the most wonderful The Husband in the world).
3) I’m grateful that I’m finally at a healthy weight for the first time in my life, and if I indulge a bit this Thanksgiving, I’m grateful that I know exactly how to get back to where I was (read: I’m grateful for Weight Watchers).
4) I’m grateful that the past year has shown me a better path for my life and a lifestyle I continue to grow into.
5) I’m grateful that I have a loving and open-minded/open-hearted family, and the opportunity once again to give folks more credit than I usually do.

The only worry I have is about the back-to-back races I have coming up in just two weeks than any of the things I’ve mentioned above!

… well, this is not true.  There is one thing Thanksgiving related that I do worry about.  A lot, given my recent trend.

Will the Thanksgiving ER visit be because a) I’ve sliced myself deeply, b) I’ve burned myself severely… or c) I’ve sliced myself deeply trying to put out the fire I’ve set myself on?*

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* Feel free to answer.  I personally think C myself.

Work Out Log Challenge – Day 22

Going through Day 28… at least. 🙂


A ‘la Oh She Glows


Date: 2011-11-20 (AKA, Day 22)

Type of workout/duration: Morning through Afternoon:  30 Minutes Abs, 30 Minutes Step, 15 Minutes Strength, 5 minutes Stretching.


Hours of sleep: 6 hours.  Would have been more, but work called…


My mood before/during/after exercise: Lazy, lazy, lazy.  For some reasons on Sundays I drag it all out.  There’s all this coffee and internet and television that occurs…


Exercise struggles:  Just getting it done… and I hated it today… but then I was done.


Exercise progress:  Felt great… 


How I felt the rest of the day: … but I wanted more sleep, so I went back to bed eventually!


Other things to note:  Getting plenty of rest, and tomorrow morning going to go strong!  And early!

Workout Log Challenge – Days 16-21

Work out log challenged is more like it!


A ‘la Oh She Glows


Date: 2011-11-14 (AKA, Day 16)

Type of workout/duration: Evening – Running, 30 minutes, Abdominals, 30 minutes.


Hours of sleep: 6 hours, which was a good long string of getting good sleep for me.


My mood before/during/after exercise: I wanted to exercise in the morning, but was feeling my normal laziness and indulging in it.  By the evening, it was still a pretty nice day and so needed to run (and The Husband thought it was nice biking weather), so out to the park we went and he biked and I ran.


Exercise struggles:  I petered out after 30 minutes and decided to walk back to the car.  Then, I came to find I was lost.  Then, The Husband biked by… so he biked and I wound up running again, which was great as I did get my second wind.


Exercise progress:  Feeling really great and positive with my runs, though I really do prefer the darkness of dawn to the darkness of dusk.


How I felt the rest of the day: Much better after the run, that’s for sure.


Other things to note: None.


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Date: 2011-11-15,  2011-11-16  and 2011-11-17 (AKA, Days 17, 18, 19) … all three days exactly the same.

Type of workout/duration: Unintentional Day of Rest


Hours of sleep: 3.  4.  Who knows.


My mood before/during/after exercise: N/A




Exercise struggles:  This was tough to come to terms with.  I really wanted to get something done every every day and not take a day of rest (I figured variety would take care of whatever muscles needed to rest).  The day, however, had other plans for me and there was no space for exercise.  At least, I didn’t make a space.  I did a plank for my plank-a-day challenge (I like to keep motivated, okay?), but that was it.


Exercise progress:  I really had to come to peace with it.  A) Bodies do need rest.  B)  Freak out less.


How I felt the rest of the day: By the end of the day, I figured it was what it was and I’d be better the next day.


Other things to note: Seriously, freak out less.  Don’t let day of rest turn into week of rest or two months of rest… you’ll be fine!


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Date: 2011-11-18 (AKA, Day 20)

Type of workout/duration: Unintentional Day of Rest


Hours of sleep: 3.  4.  Who knows.


My mood before/during/after exercise: N/A




Exercise struggles:  This was tough to come to terms with.  I really wanted to get something done every every day and not take a day of rest (I figured variety would take care of whatever muscles needed to rest).  The day, however, had other plans for me and there was no space for exercise.  At least, I didn’t make a space.  I did a plank for my plank-a-day challenge (I like to keep motivated, okay?), but that was it.


Exercise progress:  I really had to come to peace with it.  A) Bodies do need rest.  B)  Freak out less.


How I felt the rest of the day: By the end of the day, I figured it was what it was and I’d be better the next day.


Other things to note: Seriously, freak out less.  Don’t let day of rest turn into week of rest or two months of rest… you’ll be fine!


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Date: 2011-11-19 (AKA, Day 21)

Type of workout/duration: Afternoon – Abs, 15 minutes, Running 35 minutes.


Hours of sleep: 6 hours uninterrupted… then another 2 because it was Saturday.


My mood before/during/after exercise: After yesterday’s full day of finding zen about missing a day, I realized it was exactly what I needed.  I need to have a DoR every week, I think, or I’ll make myself batty.  I think Friday may be the day, we’ll see.  In any case, felt great going in and coming out the other end.


Exercise struggles:  Just to get The Husband to load his bike into the car so we could go someplace nice to run, since it was such a pretty day.  Was well worth the struggle.


Exercise progress:  Felt like a pretty strong run, though my GPS tracker crapped out on me so I have no knowledge of my pace.  If I am going to do this right, I need to get some actual good equipment for this…


How I felt the rest of the day: Great!  I’ve been pretty lazy otherwise and relishing in it (I’m on call after all, can’t be gallivanting about and what not).  Took a cat nap.  Lots of sleep to catch up on!


Other things to note: More exercising activities tomorrow, yes!




Seven Things Saturday: Changes

Two-fer: Not only do I like veggies, I drink
them for breaky.

So I think I will start my own blogary tradition by doing a Seven Things Saturday.  It’s a straight forward concept, about as complicated as Beans on Toast, although not as edible:  I’ll tell you seven things about a topic, and this will occur on a Saturday.


Today’s topic:  Changes – Things that are different nowadays to how the used to be.  Looking back:


1) I spent much of my childhood-through-teenage life trying my very best to avoid running at all cost.  One day in HS my gym clothes were stolen.  There was pretty much zero tolerance for missing gym, so I did have detention.  I didn’t care; it was an alternative to running and it was kind of funny to hear nuns gasp.


2) I also spent much of my life trying to avoid consumption of the anti-pizza:  vegetables.  The smell of cooking greens made me gag.  I remember the odd sensation I had the other day inhaling a lungful of roasting brussels sprouts and the joy it brought, and my brain went back to a time where that same smell would have made me empty pizza upon the floor.


3) I consumed pizza every day.  Every day.*


4) I used to be quite the competitive person when I think about it.  I really wanted to kick butt in speech and worked pretty hard at it.  Nowadays when I run, I am only really competing against myself… though now I wonder if this is changing again…


5) I used to want, with all of my heart, straight hair.  I have a much healthier relationship with my curls these days, though my iron now feels quite lonely.


6) I used to want, with all of my heart (that wasn’t already devoted to eating pizza or wanting straight hair or winning a speech competition that was out of state so I didn’t have to go to gym and run that day), to wear glasses.  Then I had to wear glasses, which is not nearly as fun as wanting to wear them when you don’t have to.  This may be changing though, I’m warming up to them…


7) I’m moving!  In a few days, this blog will be moved to it’s new home, post and links coming soon!



The woman in this picture loves to run
but cannot feel her toes.  Brr, it was cold!



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* Something that hasn’t changed?  The desire to eat pizza every day.  Every day.  Good thing I don’t keep Brooklyn in my refrigerator.