Forget Christmas

August 20th, 2013 | Posted by Alison Spath in Weekly - (Comments Off on Forget Christmas)

Mid summer is the best time of the year!

Bee Bomb

(that bee is totally real, and she totally photo bombed my sunflower picture.)

Ducks

Those ducks are real too.

Gazpacho for one.

Gazpacho for One

A fast summer dinner before an evening meeting.  Sauteed yellow squash and zucchini and ham and cheese omelet.

Fast Summer Dinner

(That I had to share,

Dinner Peeker

with the boy who can now climb up here.)

Baby Climber

An afternoon walk,

Smile

with a spatula.

Spatula

Cooking with ghee is new to me.

Ghee

(For the eggs, not the bacon. Bacon comes with it’s own cooking fat built right in!)

Kale Bacon Eggs

Blueberry picking.

Blueberry Picking

The bucket threaded with ribbon to tie around your waist so you can “pick two handed” –

Blueberry Bucket

unless you’re wearing your toddler.  Then it’s back to one-handed picking.

Blueberry Boys

Fresh picked blueberries on top of homemade coconut milk ice cream.

Coconut Milk Ice Cream Blueberries

Enjoying all the wonderful, local produce that summer has to offer.

In recent weeks, exercise has included lots of walks (nearly every day, some longer than others) with the boy in the stroller.  Still riding my bike to and from yoga for a 75 minute vinyasa class (1 – 2x a week), easy yoga practice at home (aiming to do at least a little yoga every day), a small 5K race last week (26:42), and usually one run a week too, trying to keep the focus on play!  It starts with walking, then moves to easy jogging, then sprinting a short distance, to walking again for recovery, repeat.  Maybe a little skipping (if no one is around to see me) or stopping to do some push-ups or dips along the way if I feel like it.  I take my standard 3 mile route, I’m gone for about 30 – 35 minutes and return home sweaty, happy and not too tired.  Good stuff.

Old School

May 30th, 2013 | Posted by Alison Spath in Daily - (Comments Off on Old School)

Once upon a time, Mama’s Weeds use to be very different.  The blog started as daily food and fitness diary that I had a lot of fun with, but I eventually got away from that style of blogging for a variety reasons.

These days I post less frequently and like for each post to revolve around a specific topic or recipe instead of just “day in the life” like it use to be.  I often think about sharing more of the day to day meals, snacks, workouts and misadventures that go on around here, but I realize my current reader base isn’t necessarily interested in hearing from me so often.  Instead of changing the content and current style of the main blog, I created this space to do more journal style posts if you’re looking for ideas of how to incorporate healthy foods and habits into your life.

And with that, the old Mama’s Weeds is back.  Sort of.  I know I won’t be able to post every single day, and I also know that posting pictures of the stuff you eat every day is weird to some people – that’s why this blog is separate from the main site – because I also know there are people (like me!) who like to see what other like minded folks are doing when it comes to eating well and staying active.  I learned a lot from Healthy Living blogs when I first started taking better care of myself a number of years ago, and so I like sharing what works for me when it comes to maintaining a healthy lifestyle while raising a family.

This site will has it’s own feed that will be separate from the other main feed, so you can subscribe if you like, or just peek in when you feel like it – or never come back again because uhhh Whut?  You post pictures what you had for lunch?  I don’t get it.

Speaking of lunch, let’s get to it.  Except not lunch, a snack.  I didn’t get my camera out until this afternoon.

Kaz and I went grocery shopping after dropping the girls off at their afternoon class.  I dug into my stash of green olives from the fancy olive bar at Wegmans while putting away groceries.

Green Olive Snack

(The boy soaked his shirt at the water table while I carried grocery bags into the house.  I promise I did not take him shopping without a shirt on.)

Plus half a bottle of my favorite Trilogy kombucha.  I don’t usually pour kombucha into a glass –

Trilogy Kombucha

and I remembered why when I spotted all the weird little brown things (SCOBY pieces?) floating on top of the fizz.  Maybe we’ll stick to drinking straight from the bottle from now on.  Some things are not meant to be seen.  Like random brown pieces Symbiotic Cultures of Bacteria and Yeast.

Tomorrow is the last day of Zak’s 40 Day juice fast, and so dinner prep tonight was much like it’s been for the last 38 days – me making dinner for me and only me.

Peppers Mushrooms Onions

Well, OK, I do feed the kids too – but they didn’t eat this.

A grilled turkey burger with 1/4 of an avocado, a side of kale, onions, garlic, red pepper, mushrooms with some S&P, all sauteed in coconut oil.

Turkey Burger with Sauteed Kale and Veggies

I was still a little hungry after dinner, so I used the other 3/4 of my avocado to make chocolate avocado pudding.

Chocolate Avocado Pudding

That’s right.  An entire avocado for dinner.  Stop judging me, Cat.

Beat It, Cat

I finished eating tonight around 6:30.  Thanks to my practice of Intermittent Fasting I always notice the time when I finish dinner and then make a mental note that “My fast starts now, I’m done eating for the day”.  From that point on if I want something, it’s either hot herbal tea (unsweetened) or water until breakfast the next day.   There is always room for exceptions to this habit, but this is my general approach to eating (or not eating, really) after dinner.

I’m not currently fasting 16 hours like I have in the past, (more like 14 hours now) but this little trick has made it easy to keep from snacking or mindlessly rummaging through the cupboards after dinner or before bed when I’m not truly hungry.  I typically sleep better when it’s been a couple hours since my last meal anyway, and I believe there are big benefits to going to bed with at least 2 hours between carrying your plate to the counter and putting your head on the pillow.