Dirt(y) girl

One of my favourite childhood memories involves the taste of dirt. Really.

When I was but a wee lass, I’d venture into my parents’ garden (keep in mind that I’m from the country, so our “garden” was the size of a football field) and check out the goods. I’d eat raspberries right off the bushes. I’d pop tomatoes into my mouth like they were candy.

But my favourite thing to do was to pull up carrots. I’d brush off the dirt and crunch down on those bad boys like there was no tomorrow. That’s real country livin’ there, folks.

Fast-forward 20 years later: I still love fresh, straight-from-the-garden produce, especially when it has the taste remnants of soil on it. Weird? Abso-friggin’-lutely. But every time I taste a vegetable or fruit that’s just been picked from the garden, I’m instantly transported to my childhood. And hey, dirt tastes better than pesticide (that’s my justification, anyway).

Since my boyfriend and I have adopted a healthier lifestyle, we’ve been going through a ridiculous amount of produce, so much so that our grocery bills are nearly entirely devoted to fruits and veggies. This year, however, we decided to sign up for a CSA (community-supported agriculture) share.

Every week, we get a huge box of fresh, local produce from a nearby market, filled to the brim with chemical-free goodness. Nine farmers and food producers contribute food so there is always variety. So far, we’ve received kale, lettuce, green onions, dill, basil, rhubarb, strawberries, zucchini, garlic scapes, peppers, carrots, honey and more — and that’s just in the first two weeks.

What I love about this CSA is that it’s forcing us to cook with stuff we normally wouldn’t look at twice (ahem, kale). I already made an amazing (clean) rhubarb-blueberry crisp, and we tried our hands at kale and garlic scape pizza the other day (recipe here). Nom nom nom.

The best part of the CSA? Much of the produce hasn’t been thoroughly washed, so it’s still got that just-picked taste (aka dirt). Be still, my beating heart.


It’s hard out here for a blimp

A note to ignorant people: making fun of fat people isn’t funny. (I do poke fun of myself a lot, but that’s a whole ‘nother bag of bananas.)

More specifically, to the person I overheard making a “joke” about fat people eating shit all the time and therefore looking like shit all the time: I’m going to channel my inner Alanis here.

Isn’t it ironic that I, a fat person, am eating a sandwich made with multi-grain bread, fresh veggies from the garden, homemade hummus and a slice of locally produced meat, while you, a skinny mofo, are scarfing down a bacon cheeseburger dripping with grease, a large fries, a Coke and a bag of chips? Keep it up, buddy. Soon you’ll be one of us. (That, or you’ll have a heart attack at age 32.)

Or to the guy who joked he’d rather die than marry a fat girl: Ouch. It wasn’t directed at me but as someone who is overweight, it still stung. Worse, his friend actually made a comment along the lines of, “Yeah, man, but if you bag yourself a fat one, she won’t ever cheat on you and she’ll wait on you hand and foot.”

Ladies and gentlemen, Assholes of The Year. I didn’t realize that I’m supposed to seek out chubby chasers so I have the privilege of acting as their slaves. Guess I’ve been doing things wrong all these years! <sarcasm>

Seriously, people can be assholes, plain and simple. At least when I’m an asshole, it’s for a legitimate reason (like when someone kicks a kitten or insults the Backstreet Boys’ musical ability). When I hear comments like those above, I have to stop myself from flying into raging bitch mode.

There is such a stigma associated with being overweight and it’s a shame. I have gained a lot of weight over the past few years (100 pounds, to be exact, which is what spawned this blog). I can own up to my mistakes and the fact that I led a horribly unhealthy lifestyle. But I’m trying. I wish assholes like those guys knew how hard I have to work to shed even one pound. Just one tiny pound.

But you know what? They don’t matter. What do the young whippersnappers say these days? ‘Make your haters your motivators’? Well, dudes, you just became my biggest motivators.

G-free? Not for me

As most of you know, I embarked on my own little sub-diet within the clean eating realm. Last month, I tried going gluten-free for a few weeks (for the actual health benefits, not as some stupid Hollywood diet).

So what’s the verdict?

I’m stickin’ to my vitamin G (as in gluten), but in moderation. Honestly, I felt awesome while I was g-free. I had more energy and less bloat–and it wasn’t just the placebo effect. I had a few people tell me I looked skinner and was “glow-ier” than usual. Not sure what that means, but I’ll take it. Pretty much anything above “How many months along are you?” (I’m not preggers, FYI) is a compliment.

But as awesome as I felt, I don’t think it’s something I can sustain forever. I have, however, cut down on my gluten intake significantly, my only exceptions being multi-grain breads and pastas on rare occasions. I have finally learned how to adapt my restaurant ordering to the principles of clean eating, let alone adding the g-free factor on top of that. Oh, I recognize that a lot of restaurants and grocery stores offer g-free foods — and trust me, I’ll be taking advantage of those wherever possible. But I just don’t think I can commit to a diet that’s 100% free of gluten.

Tonight marks my first foray into a new exercise adventure — Jillian Michaels’ 30-Day Shred. I’m using that as a supplement to my gym work-outs and am hoping its reputation as an ass-kicker rings true. I can’t believe I’m actually hoping to be sore tomorrow…


Back on track

I feel like I’m having a summer-long fat day.

It’s been a week and a half since I last posted, and I actually really missed blogging. It’s nice to have something/one to hold me accountable when I fall off the wagon, food-wise. And fall I did. For weeks. (In other words, bitch got lazy.)

After almost a month of eating shit (and feeling like shit as a result), I’m back on my clean-eating plan. Lemme tell y’all, I felt like total and absolute crap this month. It was actually kind of helpful in a weird, twisted way, because I could see the effects that poor eating habits have on my body (weight gain not included). I was back to taking naps several times a week. I was bloated and lethargic. I was constipated. It wasn’t pretty.

This whole blogging experiment is a success so far. Despite my having re-gained several pounds and going through several weeks-long binges, I don’t mind the ups and downs because let’s face it, that’s reality for a lot of people tryin’ to lose the chub. I know my weight will be a life-long struggle, so it’s great to have my successes (and failures) documented.

Oh, on another note, I’ve decided to change the weekly weigh-in to a monthly weigh-in instead. I’m going to start taking monthly measurements now that I’m exercising again, so I’ll include those with the weigh-in numbers. I’ve got this, guys. I know I can do this.