Early to bed, early to rise.

In theory at least. Last night I was exhausto-balls. Lately I’ve been neglecting my inhaler* and my workouts have really been kicking my arse. Between the wheezing, and forgetting to make coffee yesterday morning, I knew the only cure would be sleep.

*I have exercise-induced asthma. It generally only flairs up when I run or use the stair-stepper, but lately the elliptical has been added to the list.

Unfortunately 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep did not make magic happen. Thursdays are just difficult. Between earlier than normal meetings, and back-to-back classes until 1:09, (when I get lunch), I am thrown way off my mark. I’m such a creature of habit, and even though this happens every.single.week. on Thursday, my body still can’t find balance.

Coffee didn’t help.

Pumpkin oats didn’t help.

Nanner + pb didn’t help.

And neither did my chicken, laughing cow & stone ground ‘tard sammie + apple.

I did, however, attend a pink and frilly baby shower this afternoon for a co-worker. And y’all know how much I love babies.

My Thursday threw me off, but I did manage to get a gift.

Ok, so technically my gift will come in the future, but I wasn’t sure if there were any food allergies/aversions. I wanted to make sure my co-worker got something she would actually eat.

There are only three things to cure my Thursday blues:

Deschuttes tasting at The Flying Goat with friends Erica + Nate,

The Office,

and Parks and Rec.

Here’s to a better tomorrow.

What is your cure to ease the pain of a rough day? Are you thrown off by a change to your routine?

Slacker Sunday

**this should have posted yesterday, but my computer crashed and I chose sleep over resolving the issue…

While I threw lots of love toward NEDAwareness week last week, I left what I ate on the back burner. Or in the oven too long…and over-roasted my garlic.

Blarg. I planned to do a roasting garlic tutorial today…it started out so pretty and neat.

All wrapped up…

I accidentally set my timer to 45, instead of 35, and the results weren’t pretty. These little nuggets of gold still tasted good, even if they were a tad tarnished.

I combined these with some caramelized onion, shrooms and pepperoni to add some pizzazz to my pizza.

What? You like your pizza’s to be round? Don’t you know misshapen pizza tastes so much better?

Especially if you make your own crust and sauce.

Particularly when your sleeves have hand pockets.

Other weekend shenanigans included a trip to The Flying Goat to catch up with my friend Amy.

Arugula pesto, I have no words to describe how much I love you.


Making soup…

Jimmy-rigging my shuffle so I can have more fun at the gym…

Eating oat messes…

while drinking not-so-tasty coffee…

but at least it was in my favorite mug.

I also whipped up some a tasty cold pasta salad, and green salad, to pair with the Oscars.

My sister-in-law, Kim, brought some tasty, tasty cookies. Oh store bought frosted sugar cookies, you make me weak in the knees.

While watching the Oscar’s I was impressed that the best dressed happened to be 14-year old Hailee Steinfeld.

I totally want that dress. Is it bad that I am taking fashion ques from a teenager?

And I really do not want this red number.

She clearly took the Back to the Future skit in the beginning a tad too seriously.

Who were you rooting for?

I was so thrilled for Natalie Portman, she was phenomenal in Black Swan. I haven’t seen The Kings Speech yet, but I obviously need to add that to my must-see list.

 

Pizza experiment

My legs are so sore. But it is the good kind of hurt. I decided to use a light traffic hallway to do 3 sets of lunges yesterday. I have a love/hate relationship with lunges. I love the way my legs lean up quickly when I incorporate them into my work out routine. I hate actually doing them, and hate that I walk like a cowgirl afterward.

I’m currently lounging in the basement thinning out my DVR, heating pad under my hamstrings. Between this and my cuppa joe I am feeling rather relaxed. The chores will have to wait.

This isn’t what I planned to do with my Saturday. I am supposed to be in Seattle visiting my friend Reese.

But the forecast predicted snow in Seattle and poor pass conditions. A lack of snow tires/chains and not having more bars in more places, contrary to what AT&T’s advertisements would have you believe, meant I was sticking in Spokane for the weekend.

Not that I haven’t filled my time with fun adventures. Yesterday’s trip to TJ Maxx was rather fruitful.

The hubs decided to make some insanely tasty pizza utilizing this high heat process. Essentially you heat a cast iron skillet on your gas range for 20 minutes, flip it upside down, quickly create your pizza and put it on the bottom flat side of the pan and pop it under the broiler for less than two minutes. This process requires at least two people, and potholders that can stand up to high heat.

Unfortunately we had a miscommunication regarding the type of dough I needed to prepare.

I made my friend Kelly’s olive oil pizza dough, which is beyond delicious. However, this cooking method needs ultra thin dough, (which I didn’t realize), and her dough is perfect for big, chewy and billowy crust.

This dough is also a tad sticky.

I’m Edward Sticky-hands.

But at least I have a cute apron.

Sauce was made with with these bomb(dot)com tomatoes.

Mmmm fresh buffalo mozz.

Our pizza was your standard margarita (tomato sauce, mozz and basil), but I don’t have any pics of ours because I was helping. But I do have Libb’s pie prep to show you.

I don’t recommend topping your pie with pepperoni when implementing this cooking process. It may cause your pie to catch on fire.

But the results taste amazing.

Oh crispy pepperoni, how I love thee.

Sibling excitement for pizza.

Now I’m eating a spinach pancake,

and an ugly bowl of greek yogurt, blueberries, oats, chia seeds and cinnamon.

But I’d much rather be eating pizza.

Hey, did you know it is Valentine’s Day?

Have you checked your facebook feed today? Yeah, it is Valentine’s Day. It always cracks me up to see married couples wishing each other a happy v-day via fb wall posts.

*quick check to make sure Timmah didn’t do that* phew, we’re in the clear.

I guess my body was excited about the ol Hallmark holiday, I woke up at 5:03 a.m., one minute before my alarm went off. Crazy, right? Here’s hoping I can make this a week long winning mini-goal streak. However, with all this extra time on my hands I didn’t actually get to the gym any earlier than normal. Well, I mean I got there one time (on a machine at 5:55 a.m.).

After 50 minutes filled with Katy Perry, Usher and CNN on the Adaptive Motion Trainer I did a little arm action. I haven’t worked my arms in ages, and I am thinking I may be rather sore tomorrow.

Brekkie was a less pretty version of yesterday’s creamy buckwheat with chia seeds, pecans, raisins, brown sugga and half a nanner.

With a side of bright pink sparkly heart nails…

Fun, right? I felt very, very girlie.

Lunch was oh, so good. A turkey sammie with avocado, laughing cow, lettuce, tomato and onion on a whole wheat english muffin, with a side salad.

Plus a side of operation beautiful. I thought the other teachers, aids and support staff needed a little love aside from the raging tween/early teen hormones that were wreaking havoc on our Monday. 🙂

Perhaps I snacked on a heart shaped sugar cookie. Perhaps.

Pretty soon I’ll be throwing two pizza’s in the oven. I know I promised a meatless Monday dish, but I really didn’t feel like cooking. Meh. Take’n’bake pizza is only half cooking, so I feel like I kinda made my man a home cooked treat.

A heart shaped pie no less.

And I baked brownies!

Oh wait, they came from a box.

Oh well, it’s the thought that counts, right?

I almost forgot I promised you a peak at what I got the hubs for v-day…

‘Cause nothing says I love you like fried food.

His gift to me was a tad more appropriate for the day’o’love.

A fabu paper flower arrangement from anemone. These will look very lovely in my office at work.

Happy Valentine’s Day, or National Singles Appreciation Day, whichever you fancy.

So, tell me how you really feel.

The phrase above has been uttered to me many, many times. Apparently I have difficulty keeping my (very strong) feelings at bay.

(ahem, let me get on my soapbox for a minute, I promise I will step off soon)

This week the seventh and eighth graders started a media and advertising unit. The unit focuses on how we receive messages and why we make the choices we do. Simple enough, right? But the curriculum was lacking a little something, something. So I decided to take matters into my own hands.

In my former life I worked in various marketing and public relations positions. It all started with an internship my senior year of college with The Northwest Alliance for Responsible Media (NW-ARM). While working there I spoke to student groups about the messages advertisements send us, and how to dissect them with a critical eye.

This week I let my fingers walk over to The NW-ARM’s website to see what they had in store these days. And boy did I find a lot! I was happy to provide my growing list of resources to the language arts department, and hope to be able to bring one of the speakers to our school.

One of the main reasons I decided to go into teaching was to help children gain self-esteem. If children are told no, or your wrong, or you can’t, too often or too young they will have big obstacles to face throughout their educational and personal lives. Low self-esteem is built from many negative messages, some driven by friends or family and some via the media. With our society so bombarded by media messages at every turn it is no wonder why kids often have a hard time determining what is right, wrong and how to make intelligent decisions.

I spent a great amount of time in my undergrad* years researching the effects of media message and the role they play in our society. I figured the best way to re-direct my negative energy (toward myself, my eating habits, my body and my weight) was to educated myself. The more I learned about the harmful side-effects, (in all areas of my life), the more I wanted to push those negative feelings away. Naturally I dove into this project with excited eyes and ears.

*I majored in Applied Communications and minored in Sociology, needless to say I was VERY interested in the subject matter. In fact my Senior Thesis focused on popular female magazines and the negative impact they have on women, (a very abbreviated version of the actual title).

Here are a few (very, very short list) of my findings…

About Face: the truth behind advertising

Best and worst offenders

Media Awareness

Media Education Foundation

Campaign for a Commercial Free Childhood

How to write a complaint letter about an ad           

Finding Advertisements Game (geared at 4-6th grade students, and is very introductory)

Interested in promoting National Eating Disorders Awareness Week? (Feb 6-12 or 20-26, depending on your area) click here!

 Articles of interest:

In a World of Ads, Teaching the Young How to Read Them

Unraveling new media’s effects on children

Media and Girls

Consumerism – Protecting Children from Advertising

There are many, many more articles citing the negative impact media and advertising have on children and our culture as a whole, and while I know all of this to be true, why do I still buy into it? I try not to, yet I get sucked into asinine shows like The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, (true story), and find myself poring over swimsuit pictures in US Weekly getting upset that I don’t have the perfect stomach/thighs/arms.

Why do you think this is? Why do we do this to ourselves? Comparing ourselves to models/celebrities/what we think the norm is even though we know it really isn’t?

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Forgive me, I can’t embed youtube clips into my post unless I do them as just a youtube post, sigh.

(Thanks for the vent, stepping off soap box now and resuming normal ramblings…)

So do you want to know how my day went aside from that?

Brekkie was pretty normal: oats with almond milk/water, chia seeds and dried apricots.

Lunch was a bland salad (literally just spring greens, spinach and dressing) with some leftover Bob’s Red Mill Vegi Soup + mozz.

Snackies consisted of a nanner,

some peanut butter topped crackers w/theraflu, (yum…),

and lots and lots of Hall’s cough drops, with inspirational messages!

Thanks Hall’s, I can conquer the world now.

The hubs decided he was so over soup, (we have Bob’s Red Mill Vegi, Homemade Chicken Noodle and Pacific Organics Roasted Red Pepper/Tomato in the fridge at the moment).  Clearly we needed to spend a little of this months restaurant budget on some pizza, courtesy of Pizza Rita, our favorite local delivery place.

Honestly, I really just want to eat everyone’s crust. Their crust is buttery & crispy deliciousness….ahhh

Now we’re all gathered in the basement watching a little movie action, Rilo included.

Love yourself today. And tomorrow.

Food blog FAIL Friday.

So remember those mini-goals I wanted to attempt each week? I haven’t really talked about them much lately because I am still trying to accomplish the first one (get out of bed without hitting snooze).

I think the root cause of my ongoing snooze button affair has to do with my sleep schedule. I am the lightest sleeper I know. I sleep with a sleeping mask AND earplugs every night. No joke. And I still wake up to tiny noises. It is pathetic.

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You would think that living in the dorms my freshman year of college would have cured my sleep issues. But no, they are still here, tormenting me every night.

I would love to have eight uninterrupted hours of sleep. Aside from giving up my morning cup ‘o joe, I can’t think of a way to make that happen. And no, I am not willing to get rid of that sweetness in my life, so you will have to offer up other suggestions.

Sigh, such is life. So here I was, again, hitting snooze…three times. I made it to the gym, but I was late, again, and I was dragging the whole time.

Oh and p.s. I forgot my friggin camera again in my desk. Again. Food blog FAIL! Lucky for you (or unlucky?) eat pretty much the same thing every few days so I have some unused pictures to at least kind of give you an idea of what my eating day looked like.

Coffee post workout was a must, and was paired with nothing less than a chocolate peanut butter Luna protein bar and a nanner.

Lunch was a less-pretty version of this spinach & feta sausage/quick’n’easy sauce/penne from last night…

and an apple.

I planned to have an afternoon snack but the classes went so quickly, before I knew it it was four o’clock and it was time for a snack-attack date with some of my former co-workers.

And by co-workers I mean they were in a paid position and I was a lowly student teacher. Who, ya know, paid to be there.

I met up with my fabulous mentor Marla and one of my favorite lunch buddies, and sixth grade teacher (now fifth), Jenny.

We wound up at my new favorite place, Left Bank Wine Bar, for some half-price pizzas.

We split a margarita and their combo (pepperoni, onion, olive, and mushroom).

Wow, my iPhone takes some craptastic pictures. I think I may need an iPhone 4. *hint, hint hubs*

I had the best time catching up with these lovely ladies and spent three (happy) hours laughing myself to tears. When I was student teaching this near-pee inducing laughter would happen daily in the lunchroom. I truly miss the noontime dose of laughter, and not just for the amazing abdominal benefits.

These gals are the only way I survived student teaching and the stressors that came with trying to understand how to run a classroom. I am so blessed to have had such a support system. Do you have amazing co-workers? Or have you had a great work-support system in the past?

Will walk for pizza.

Remember how I said I wanted pizza? Here let me refresh your memory:

The hubs and I used to live 50 feet from a Papa Murphy’s. I think we got pizza there twice a week…at least. But tonight, when I called the hubs to find out when he would be home for dinner, I said, “I want junk food,” his response was, “yeah, I want the goat.”

To the goat we went.

And…we walked! I think we said, “this would be so much more enjoyable in the summer,” at least 9 times. Walking in snow isn’t fun (especially 7~ inches), but at least we got a 2.4 mile round trip plus “resistance.”

And I accidentally did some lunges because of the ice layer underneath.

(darn you poor quality night time photos!)

As usual we had the Audubon Caesar.

There is actually a layer of bomb(dot)com homemade croutons underneath. You just can’t see them.

The Caesar didn’t stand a chance.

And we planned to have the Providence pie…

But once we heard the special of the night we changed our mind. A pie topped with red sauce, goat cheese blend, olives, truffle oil, arugula and prosciutto. Sub shrooms for olives of course.

“Salad” on a pizza? Umm, yes please.

I’m glad we walked, it was totally worth it.