Friday, January 3, 2014

Baby Unicorns and Friday Nights

The title of this blog post will only make sense after you’ve seen the video below. It will leave you chuckling for days. You’ll have to listen again…and again…

I’m often late to discover things. TED talks started in 1984. They’ve been on the web since 2007. My husband and oldest son knew about them – or so they told me when I so exuberantly came to enlighten them with my find early last year! The first one I listened to was Brene Brown, who I’ve posted here before. Another one that really moved me is this one by Shawn Achor. I’ve posted it on Facebook a couple of times (cause I really, really, really like him…but not in a stalker-ish or otherwise awkward way at all). His talk is pertinent now because it’s where I got four of my New Year’s Resolutions (the fifth one I already do).

The reason these people are so impressive to me is that they are researchers. They aren’t warm and fuzzy self-help gurus pitching their next of 200 books. They do write…but in moderation…and they’re smart, dedicated, conscientious, socially responsible people. They’re people I want to know and be. And they’re hilarious, which makes listening to them even more fun. Rich and I attended TEDx Omaha this fall. Look for one in your city. They’re inspiring, moving and fun – a day well spent.  They’ll make you an even better person than you are right now. Promise.



Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Happy New...Everything!

"Failure is simply the opportunity to begin again, this time more intelligently." -Henry Ford

Failure has never been a good time for me. I've not seen the opportunity, only all that  work now down the drain. I wish I could say I've evolved past that but I haven't.

I spent most of 2013 absorbed in my family and work. I rarely put myself first and it shows. I have some fantastic excuses for ignoring myself: the boys are living with us while they get back on their feet - Adam after the Army and Alex after becoming a father July 9, 2013. His baby is Abigail (Abby) August Enerson. She is beautiful, happy, thriving and adored - as every baby should be. She is also another little member of the family who requires time and attention. Allison's activity schedule can sometimes be completely out of control. Then there's time to eke out to spend with Rich. All of this before the full-time job that takes so much time and attention away from me and all of  them.

The piece I'm missing is what the airlines tell us to do in case of an emergency when we fly: place the oxygen masks on yourself first. We're all better able to function in all of our roles if we've first taken care of our needs, at minimum, for exercise, good food and sleep.

So, last week-end, I asked the trainer I've been with for almost three years if I should quit, citing the fact that I've been struggling for the last year. During the return phone call he said, "You know, you're kind of like that kid in college who does okay for a couple of semesters and then blows a semester and has to take time off because he's on academic probation." My instinct was to fire back with "you're not the boss of me!"  Then, he told me I just need to decide to do what works - to decide to do it right. I know he's right because I've decided before. But inside I want to call him a stupid jerkface and give him my signature scowl. This is the 5 year-old in me who wants something magical and maybe princess-y to happen that will make this not my problem anymore.

He is able to talk me off the ledge (of the pricess castle)...with how it takes time to get this right after so many years of doing it wrong. How it's easy, normal even, to revert back to old habits when you're not paying attention...

So, in 2014, I resolve (decide) to:

1. Eat my allotted calories for the day and no more.
2. Exercise with measurable improvement daily.
3. Drink 8 glasses of water/day.
4. Learn how to do yoga and meditate.
5. Journal one happy memory daily.
6. Perform random acts of kindness daily.
7. Sleep 7-8 hours per night.
8. Spend more time being creative: write, draw, craft, cook and photograph.
9. Organize as a hobby: one room at a time, weekly meals, finances, work office, photo albums.
10. Make and keep preventative medical and dental appointments.
11. Spend more time looking at the people I love with my undivided attention.
12. Elicit the help of others when I feel like I'm on overload.
13. List 3 new things I'm grateful for every day.
14. Reward myself for small goals I've achieved in order to keep the momentum going.
15. And, the personal mantra I developed in the class I just took: I will carry courage, compassion (including self-compassion) and connection with me in my heart on the journey of this one life...even when things get scary.


Happy New Year 2014. Off we go!






Sunday, September 29, 2013

I Check Out

This isn’t the first time. I’ve done it before. I suppose everyone does to an extent. When my brain and body detect danger and feel that to-the-core fear (you know the one), I check out of all non-vital activities in my life.

This happened in some form or another:

·         Those first weeks after I found out my first husband was having an affair

·         When Rich had brain surgery

·         When my sister was critically ill and pregnant

·         When Adam deployed to Afghanistan and most recently;

·         This last week, when Allison was sick then hospitalized with a rare and bizarre but non-life threatening illness

This checking out is the flight, fight or freeze response in slow motion. A conscious decision on my part to compartmentalize what I can and cannot (will or will not) manage. Some of it is healthy: I couldn’t reasonably work while my daughter was hospitalized and postponing email and mail for a week can be a good practice every now and again.

What I’ve learned is that shutting down or checking out of healthy habits (eating well, exercise and getting good sleep) doesn’t make any of it easier. In fact, it probably makes it more difficult because there’s this big mountain of electronic and actual “paperwork” awaiting my emergence. I feel sluggish and foggy. I contemplated cancelling the trip I’ve planned to the New England states with my sister and parents. We leave next weekend and it felt too soon. I was allowing myself to continue to see the world through the lens of fear and exhaustion – anticipating everything that would go wrong at home in my absence.

Today, I start accurately recording my food intake again. I start exercising with a vengeance. I will get through all the mail, pay bills and even plan some excursions in the New England states for next week. Tomorrow work resumes. The next day, I will feel so much better – healthy and full of energy. Rather than anticipating any catastrophes, I will take my own advice and give love, choose joy and practice gratitude.
From: Yourlifeyourway.net
 
 

Saturday, September 14, 2013

My Favorite Summer Food

Next to watermelon BLT's are, hands down, my favorite summer food. There's something so clean-tasting about them and when the tomatoes are bursting with flavor they can't be beat. It's easy to package the ingredients in baggies and take them to work. You'll have the lunch that's the envy of everyone!

The BLT below is made on Udi's Omega Flax and Fiber bread, so the meal, with some fruit added has plenty of fiber. I don't count the two slices of tomato or the two leaves of lettuce, but here's the calorie count for the bread, 1 tbsp. mayo and two slices of bacon:

Calories: 300
Fat: 15.5
Carbohydrates: 24
Fiber: 6
Protein: 10

Enjoy!

 



Saturday, September 7, 2013

The Zone

Every once in awhile, I need a change in perspective; typically it’s when I’m feeling overwhelmed with the busy-ness of life and prioritizing everyone else’s needs above my own. This time overwhelm has reared its ugly head because of a temporary houseful of big kids and the chaos that inevitably follows them, a beautiful new grandchild, my own back injury and the return of the sometimes frenetic Fall school schedule. I have learned, through the years, that I’m pretty horrible at delegating anything. I don’t use the word “no” often enough.

A change in perspective comes after some rest and after I’ve set some boundaries, delegated a few things, and claimed some time for myself. After all that, my perspective alters, and I can see that everything on the list above has been a gift.

Allison struggles with perspective mostly at night when she’s afraid of things that go “bump,” imaginary eyes peaking out of an open closet, or an impending nightmare. At these times, I have no problem explaining to her that she’s in control of her own thoughts; that she gets to decide what goes on in her own mind. I make it sound so easy.

I’ve been in The Zone before, when the whole world feels not only bearable, but joyful and radiant and just as it should be. It’s not a matter of all things having gone right or “my way” during that time. It was just a matter of perspective; of keeping my eye on what’s really important. The recipe is and always has been there. I just need to follow it:

  • Eat well.
  • Exercise daily.
  • Sleep 7-8 hours/night.
  • Set appropriate boundaries so all of the above can take place.
  • Practice gratitude (at least) daily.
  • Incorporate fun into everyday life.
  • Don’t take myself too seriously.

Along with these things, I’d like to incorporate meditation. I’ve tried it a couple of times but so far I’m terrible at it. The directions I’ve read say to start by focusing on the space between your thoughts and make those spaces bigger. The spaces between my racing thoughts are squished together and I haven’t been able to get in there yet, at least not long enough to make it meaningful. How great does just 10 minutes of quiet time in the early morning sound – maybe while watching the sunrise? All the better if it makes the rest of my day pass more calmly and smoothly.

If you’re a fan of Pearl Jam, like I am – you can try an exercise in change of perspective with their song Yellow Ledbetter. First, listen to a YouTube version of it below and try to hear every word (it’s long, so you don’t have to listen to it all). Okay…go!

Listening for the words to this one stresses me out!

Now, listen to it without the expectation of words, as though he’s using laryngealisation like Enya or someone similar…

Isn’t it so much better?

I find that so useful because it shows how quickly perspective can be changed. The bottom line, for me, is I have to remember that I have this one life. I can choose to be stressed-out, angry, short-tempered, and judgy or I can choose to be the person I want to be. I want to be someone who’s calm, with warm, welcoming eyes and a smile to match, loving, forgiving and empathetic, someone who lives, as Brene Brown puts it “Wholeheartedly.” Someone I’d like to spend some quality time with.

The choice seems pretty simple: I’m changing my perspective and getting in The Zone today. You?

 

Sunday, August 4, 2013

Unknown Requisites

Your fund of knowledge expands when you raise kids or spend time around kids you love. Through learning about them, you end up learning a lot about yourself. You grow together. All of this over all of these years and I didn’t know homemade pizza was a requisite for Preseason Sunday Football. I was informed of such 2 days ago by my 23 year-old son, Alex.

So, Allison and I made homemade pizza last night. I know it was Saturday but here’s the thing: on week-ends I cook breakfast and dinner. Period. There are enough left-over’s or deli meat and cheese and fruit for everyone to forage for one meal a day themselves. Preseason Football apparently starts in the afternoon on Sunday, so it would NOT be okay to have to wait for the evening meal for the requisite pizza! It’s amazing reheated anyway…

I love this recipe for a few reasons. First, it’s the easiest and best pizza dough I’ve ever made, just stir the ingredients together, let the dough raise for 30 minutes and spread it out in the pans. Second, the recipe is from my Aunt Lori and was emailed to me by my Mom titled “Lori’s Pizza Crust Recipe” and it includes my Cousin Shawn’s address from a couple of moves ago. I get to think of all of them and smile every time I make pizza!

The first picture below is how we make our stuffed crust. After you’ve sprayed your fingers with cooking spray, spread the dough out in the pan – leaving more dough along the edge than you normally would. Then line the edge with string cheese and push them back into the dough and fold the extra dough over the top, sealing the dough that comes over the cheese to the dough on the bottom of the pan. It works out great – 10 string cheeses per pan.

I haven’t done the calorie count for this as I can’t eat it anyway. It’s one of the things I miss most about not being able to eat gluten. I have not missed it enough to try it with gluten-free flour, though.
 


Aunt Lori’s Pizza Crust Recipe

2 pkg of yeast dissolved in 1 cup hot water

1 tsp salt

2 tbsp oil

1 tbsp sugar

2 cups flour

Mix and cover with a cloth & let rise for 30 minutes

Grease pan (and fingers). Press dough into large cookie sheet (or smaller if you want thicker crust).

Add sauce and favorite toppings.

Bake at 375 degrees for 20 minutes.  If you like your cheese crispy, finish with 1 minute under the broiler.


The second picture is of the actual pizzas (one pizza crust recipe per pizza). The left one is Rich and Allison’s favorite: pepperoni and ham. The one on the right is the boys’ favorite: meat lovers with Italian sausage, hamburger, pepperoni and ham. I’ve also made veggie and supreme.

Your family and friends will be excited about this pizza! And if you want to learn more about what you don't know, just ask a kid in your life...
 

 

Sunday, July 7, 2013

Peas in a Pod

She makes them belly laugh and shake their heads. She adores each of them. So much for worry…again.

When I found out I was pregnant with Allison, everyone I knew (me included) was a bit stunned; no one moreso than her big brothers. Alex says, “When you told me, I think I sharted,” spoken like a true 14 year-old! Her big sister was the only person not in shock – she was thrilled from the get-go.

My worry was about how these siblings would relate to one another. Would they even know each other? All of the big kids would be out of the house by the time Allison was four years old. She was three when Adam joined the Army. My sister, Kristi, and her family came to visit right around that time to help us move into our new home. When they left, Allison was staring forlornly out the patio door. She asked if her cousins, Payton and Mitchell, had to go to the Army, too. Suddenly, everyone who left us for an extended period was going to the Army.

Like siblings who are closer in age, I still yell about fighting in the back seat of the car. I encourage fair play and I advocate for the younger one getting to go along sometimes. But, for the most part, the big kids and their friends include her. She goes golfing (miniature and driving range), they watch movies with her, teach her how to play video games, play hide and seek and shoot off fireworks with her. They handle (sometimes even appropriately) discussions about how to deal with bullies…they encourage her to ride her bike without training wheels…to try again when she’s discouraged about missing a baseball with her bat again and again.

At dinner, when the big kids are telling some animated story or another, they will use watered-down versions of bad language because of her presence – like “crap” or “shoot.” Allison will still put on my Mom-voice and exclaim, “Adam! Language.” Which just cracks everyone up… Of course, there are other times, when they don’t think she’s listening and absorbing everything they say, that they use actual bad language. This has resulted in some uncomfortable conversations for her Mom and Dad with both the bus driver and the Principal!

It’s been yet another lesson in life that everything works out as it’s intended. They are brothers and sisters, regardless of their ages, in a patchwork family Rich and I were lucky enough to bring together. They have taught me as much about love, adoration and loyalty as I had intended to share with them. It warms a mother's heart.

Saturday, June 29, 2013

Brene Brown - TED Talks - The Power of Vulnerability

It doesn't happen very often but it's impressive when it does. This video changed my life. I've probably heard things like it before but I've never heard the research that lead up to the conclusions. The research was validating for me - the delivery is great. I hope it affects you like it did me. I hope it catches on like wildfire. I hope it changes the world:


No One Can Do Everything

The last month has been all about imbalance. The beginning of summer was weighted heavy with travel – first to the farm, then to my father-in-law’s in Florida. These trips were followed directly by a week-long conference for work and a quick overnight trek to Kansas City. Whew! Each of these trips and even the conference were wonderful and fun and filled with experiences I treasure. Their close proximity caused work and home responsibilities to pile up to an overwhelming level. I’m still not caught up. Overwhelm quickly caught me off balance and exhaustion followed soon after.

In the midst of a busy-ness, worrying, micro-controlling, perfectionism storm, ironically, nothing is perfect. I don’t know about you, but when I allow overwhelm and exhaustion to run rampant, I start to get a little anxious. I’m “busy” all the time but actually accomplish very little. It’s been a vicious cycle this month that’s lead to overeating, inconsistent exercise, and neglect of my priorities (including this blog).

That changed this week with a couple of experiences that stopped me in my tracks. First, I slowed down and did a little reading. The following excerpt is from Brene Brown’s book Daring Greatly:

            I [historically don’t] “lean into discomfort,” so over time I basically became a
take-the-edge-off-aholic. But they don’t have meetings for that. And after
some brief experimenting, I learned that describing your addiction that way
in a tradition twelve-step meeting doesn’t always go over very well with the purists.
               
For me, it wasn’t just the dance halls, cold beer, and Marlboro Lights of my
youth that got out of hand – it was banana bread, chips and queso, email, work,
staying busy, incessant worrying, planning, perfectionism, and anything else that
could dull those agonizing and anxiety-fueled feelings of vulnerability.

I didn’t even give her permission to talk about me in this book. She did get a few things wrong because the dance halls, beer and cigarettes have never applied to me and I really prefer chocolate over any other guilty vice. But, I use ALL of those things after the food list to dull any feeling that gets too edgy.

The second experience was a conference call with Tony at the FAST Diet – he has these periodically. On this call he told a story about a successful business man who ran many companies. This man told him that his secret to a successful, balanced life was prioritizing the things that are important to him every day. His point was that no one can do everything...though many of us are still trying. He does things like review his schedule for the next day and block out time for those things that are important to him – like exercise or a dinner with his wife. Then, he does these things without fail. He doesn’t allow other people’s priorities to hone in on his own. He makes no excuses, he sets boundaries, he turns off his phone and does what he’s chosen to with all of his energy.

Lastly, my daughter, who was born with this same incessant perfectionism started to run with me this week. She is so self-critical – down-trodden if she doesn’t perform (at anything) to her own ridiculously high expectations. So, I took some time to read ahead in Daring Greatly to the parenting advice for helping children live wholeheartedly. I told her about what perfectionism is and how having goals is great but that no one is perfect and that she is loved because she’s Allison not because of anything she does. Period. My hope is that she’s not 45 years old and still figuring this stuff out but that when she’s 45 years old (or 15 or 25 years old) she’ll be living all-the-way. That she’ll leave worry and perfectionism behind, cultivate great relationships, take the time to do what she loves and have a healthy work life that allows her to do what really moves her – whatever that may be. I wish this for all of my children. I wish this for me. And for you.

This is day three back on track – I feel better already. I have a to-do list that’s still going on in my head. I’ll get that down on paper today. Not because I want to get it all done right away – I just want it out of my head. Our summer is already half over, so along with doing all the things that make me physically fit, my priority is to concentrate on those things that bring balance to my life:

  • watch the sun rise and set
  • find a great fireworks show to attend
  • read
  • work in my garden
  • hike
  • slow down and do nothing
  • shut off my phone if I really don't want to be interrupted
  • avoid electronics a bit
  • immerse myself in summer
  • look into the faces of my family and smile
  • give love
  • choose joy
  • practice gratitude



A summer sunset right outside my front door


Saturday, June 1, 2013

Healing is a Listening Art

Healing is a listening art. Whether you are a healer caring for patients or someone interested in healing yourself, you must first listen. Patients will tell you what's wrong with them if you ask the right questions...and then listen to them. Your body will tell you what it needs, too...if you pay attention and listen. In order to listen, you must be quiet, attentive and open to hearing some disappointing truths.

A couple of days ago, I sent a text to my sister, "My period makes me want to eat peanut M&Ms in direct proportion to my body weight." (probably TMI for my sister, too) Just for the record, that would be alot of freakin' M&Ms. I didn't eat that many, but I ate plenty. Yes, after 24 days without chocolate, I did THAT. I have to work on a strategy for next time.

When I woke up the next day, I had an all-too-familiar pain in my back, right between my shoulder blades. I tried to go through everything I might have done to cause it. I hadn't done anything out the ordinary...except eat alot of peanut M&Ms. So, I Googled "back pain and sugar" and came up with a theory from Applied Kinesiology claiming to have discovered decades ago that the Latisimus Dorsi muscle is related to the pancreas (where insulin is secreted to store or use sugar). When our pancreas is stressed (overloaded), these muscles go weak on both sides, causing abnormal pulling in the midback.

I have no doubt it’s true. I’ve had this happen again and again over the years – this pain in my back. I’d never quit sugar long enough at a time to definitively pinpoint it as the culprit. I know it is now and now that I know – sure, it’s disappointing, but it’s also illuminating; a concrete cause and effect example of how certain foods affect my body.

By actively listening to my body, I know I cannot eat gluten, I can only tolerate 1-2 servings of dairy daily, and I have yet to see how much chocolate/sugar my back will allow me to consume. Since this all started, it’s made me wonder how sick we’re all making ourselves – not just our guts but our entire bodies – with the things we’re choosing to put in them. And I’ve learned that just because something is labeled as “food” doesn’t mean we should eat it.

If something’s not quite right, try healing yourself. Take a good long listen. Write things down. What’s your body trying to tell you?


Photo courtesy of: Atlantic.org


Thursday, May 30, 2013

Omaha is My Homaha...

I’ve lived here close to 14 years. Longer than I’ve lived anywhere – except where I grew up. It doesn’t have much to do with how long I’ve lived here though; it felt like home almost as soon as we got here. It probably  felt like that because we were coming from the panhandle of Florida – as far away from Middle America as one can get. I have nothing against the Deep South and I still love to visit...I just don’t want to live there.

I feel this profound sense of belonging here mostly upon my return from somewhere else. We visited my family at the farm in SD this last week-end. It was the perfect mix of ‘going home’ and ‘coming home.’ The ‘coming home’ was accentuated by the exhaustion of the activity while we were gone and the drive (10 hours each way) that can get to anyone. As we drove into town and took the 680 exit, we saw ‘big city’ off to the left – a term we’ve stolen from the cartoon Oswald. Allison has called downtown Omaha ‘big city’ since she was about three. We call it that now, too.

Then we saw the red light towers – five of them right south of Immanuel Hospital – my guideposts when Rich was in rehab there for 6 weeks after his surgery. From the dining area on his floor, I could see the red light tower by our home and wonder when we’d finally be there.

Our big kids graduated from High School here, learned to drive, learned to live and love here. They all feel more at home here than anywhere they’ve ever lived. It’s a good place to live and raise kids – which is really what it’s all about for me.

Finally, we got to our exit at Gretna where we have an Atlas Van Lines building. Allison says she knows that’s our exit because it has the “At last” building by it. I was thinking the same thing baby girl – “at last!” 


"Big City"

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

The Great Chocolate Detox

It starts with awareness, I suppose. The awareness that I treat chocolate like I imagine an addict treats heroin or any other drug of choice. It’s the craziest thing but I’ve discussed it with others who have the same vice and the same behavior issues with it. I’ve read about the dopamine receptors in our brains that are responsible for this phenomenon. I know I’m not alone.

If awareness is the start, attention and observation are what come next. Because you’ve developed this awareness, you can’t devour chocolate anymore – at least not in the mindless frenzy you’re used to. Attention and observation bring you in for a closer look. They tell you things like – “Your stomach hurts after you eat chocolate” and “Less than an hour after you eat chocolate, you crash.” Exhaustion is no fun. Neither is a bellyache. If both of these things are a direct result of eating chocolate – then it would stand to reason that chocolate is no fun.

Enter abstinence. As a rule, I’m a proponent of sanely governed moderation. I’d say abstinence, when applied to any one type of food, will result in a period of “white-knuckling” it followed by a ridiculous binge. I don’t think I’ve ever tried abstinence before though (you can’t really count gluten as I have gluten-free substitutes for most anything). I’ve abstained from chocolate for three weeks and I feel great! I have no more cravings, no roller coaster ride of manic energy followed by debilitating exhaustion, no countdown until the next time I have chocolate. I feel even, balanced and healthy.

It’s not that I’ll never eat chocolate again. For the love of Pete, I’m not an extremist! I just need to figure out how and when I can be sane with it. What’s your food vice? How do you control it?


Photo courtesy of funscrape.com

Monday, May 20, 2013

All-the-way Worth It!

I attended a Wellness Conference in Nebraska City last weekend. It was so good despite the fact that it was on my 5th and 6th days of work last week! There were many great presenters but the most profound voice for me came from Dr. Edward Phillips from the Harvard Center for Lifestyle Medicine.

He doesn’t have a story like some of the rest of us – an “aha” moment that made him turn his life around and get healthy. He’s just had a passion for overall health and wellness as a public health issue throughout his career.

To keep it simple, he says, there are three main things we need to do to stay healthy throughout our lives:

  1. Eat 35 servings of fruits and vegetables (or legumes) per week
  2. Get 150 minutes of physical activity per week
  3. Don’t smoke

These three simple things, in studies, did as much as a coronary stent to treat heart disease! Yet, I didn’t do 2/3 of them for SO many years. I had alot of company – as the graph below demonstrates; only 5% of the country, according to the CDC, adheres to all three of these basic recommendations. Just five percent makes me wince. What are we doing?

Sadly, what we seem to be doing instead is building into our hospitals bariatric accessible bathrooms, purchasing bariatric scales, carts and beds, teaching bariatric sensitivity classes, selling more hover-rounds, teaching surgeons how to perform bariatric surgery, paying for pharmaceutical companies to develop medications to not only treat obesity but the Type 2 Diabetes that is directly correlated to it. Medical spending associated with obesity-related diseases topped out at $147 BILLION dollars in 2012. The rapidly rising rate of obesity and the sequelae that follow are bankrupting our country. We’re doing it to ourselves.

I’ve had my “aha” moment, so these days, I easily get 210 minutes of physical activity per week. I still don’t smoke. I can sometimes struggle with 5 servings per day of fruits and vegetables. I consistently get 3-4 servings per day so bumping that up to five shouldn’t be hard, especially in the summer and fall.

All of this can increase the amount of money we spend on groceries. Overall, though, it will decrease the amount of money spent in healthcare costs for our families. We will be able to work until we choose not to, and our lives will be more enjoyable, active and rewarding; more the life we’ve always envisioned.

As I’ve learned through the last couple of years, changing your life is all about being a problem-solver – if you see a barrier, find a way to get around it. For instance, are you embarrassed to take a packed lunch onto a plane? It would be more embarrassing to be unable to fit in the seat. Harness the power of your mind like this and put it to work for you!

While you’re working on the harness, pack your brain with as much information as you can. There are people out there doing this right – ask them questions. Find out what they do – how do they find balance and good health? Read everything you can. Start with the great websites below but continue searching on your own – send me websites or books that have moved you. I need all the help I can get!

The bottom line is that it is our responsibility to care for this one body we were gifted. It’s not easy. But it’s all-the-way worth it!











Monday, May 13, 2013

Twice Baked Deliciousness

Twice baked potatoes…is there anyone who doesn’t love them? I enjoy loaded baked potatoes, as I’ve said before. These are basically the same thing, just smushed all together but my family thinks I worked some kind of magic with these. Like some of my best recipes, I made them by accident. I planned a loaded baked potato bar for family dinner last night. As it turned out, everyone but me preferred to have left-overs from the taco bar we had Saturday night…we’re obviously into the “bar” concept around here.

Regardless, I had five baked potatoes left-over and a turkey tenderloin in the fridge. I looked up a recipe for twice baked potatoes, altered it a bit and in 40 minutes, we had a great weekday dinner on the table. We also had a dinner that didn't feel restrictive. I didn't feel deprived or left out. I love that! 

These potatoes could go with just about any kind of meat – even grilled meat. I bet you could roll them in foil and put them on the grill so you don’t heat up the house in the summer months. I’ll be giving that a try sometime soon.

Twice Baked Potatoes

5 Baked Potatoes
½ cup milk
5 tbsp sour cream
5 tbsp canola butter
2.5 oz shredded cheddar cheese
Salt and pepper to taste

Topping
1.5 oz shredded cheddar cheese
70 grams real bacon bits

Use left-over baked potatoes or bake the potatoes in a 375 degree oven for 1 hour. Cut the potatoes in half, lengthwise. Scoop out most of the potato (leaving a little to stabilize the “shell”) and place in a mixing bowl. Place the shells in a shallow baking pan. To the potatoes, add: milk, sour cream, butter, cheese, salt and pepper. Mix with a hand mixer until smooth. Scoop the back into the shells. Top each with cheese and bacon bits and bake at 375 degrees for 20 minutes.

Nutrition Facts for one shell (half of a potato): 
  • Calories: 189
  • Fat: 9.6
  • Carbs: 18.9
  • Fiber: 1.5
  • Protein: 8.9