Personal training

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I am stuck in my weight loss, folks. Yep yep yep yep. Eight weeks since delivery and the scale hasn’t budged. Nope. 195 lbs all the way through (it was less at one point, but basically that’s the “hover” line). It bugs me to no end. To make matters worse, my fasting sugars hover just over the 100 line (they should be under) – 107 today, 105 yesterday, you know, that kind of stuff. I am not too worried–they’re still pretty tame, but I would very much like to get into 80-90 territory and stay there.

There’s no denying that an adjustment in eating would probably do the trick. Now, I’m a breastfeeding mother, which means when hunger strikes, it strikes hard, and controlling it is dicey because, you know, you’ve got to eat enough to make milk (as little as it is, it’s still about 1/2 to 2/3 of my daughter’s meals – the rest is formula). I am still not eating “bad” things (starchy stuff or sugar), but I have been more indulgent in my choice of fruit. At the beginning of my diet, for example, I stopped eating things like oranges, peaches, bananas, etc.–basically anything that wasn’t a berry (save for the occasional apple). Well, that has gone out the window. Also, at the beginning of my diet I had forsaken all baked goods. Well, now that I’ve discovered almond flour (and a variety of other gluten-free, low carb flours), I’ve been baking up a storm. My latest: crazy simple almond-flour cookies (basically: for every cup of almond flour, add 1 tbsp coconut oil or butter, 1 egg, and 1/3 cup Splenda or so, plus some almond extract or vanilla, mix, form into rounds, bake, and voila). I have a few every morning with my coffee. My other indulgence? Sugar-free chocolate products and nuts. I say “products” because Nuts.com sells sugar free dark chocolate-covered espresso beans and almonds, of which I’ve partaken liberally lately. Now, sugar-free does not mean carb free, mind you (though a lot less than regular chocolate, granted), nor does it mean calorie-free. Nuts are wonderful–but not if you’re consuming them absent-mindedly throughout the day.

And suddenly, my failure to lose weight makes a lot more sense now, doesn’t it?

Never mind. To boost my weight loss, I signed up for a personal training program at my gym. It was a good deal in that if you sign up for 6 months it will cost you about $25/hr (twice a week), which is less than half of what personal training usually costs. And let’s face, any less than 6 months and you’re not truly serious about fitness, amirite?

My trainer is evidently superfit, young and bursting with energy at the seams. After the first training session I couldn’t walk for 5 days. Well, I did, but it could hardly be called “walking.” I needed to prop myself against walls and whatever else was around just to sit down. That was the effect of lunges, no doubt, the exercise that most gets me because I apparently can never do it properly (there’s tightness in my legs, it turns out, and I need to stretch a whole lot more and also? do more lunges!)

It got better from there–I just completed my second week, while also trying to do a little cardio on the side (spinning! was so happy to return to my original passion!). No effect on the scale though, but for that I suspect I need to ditch my almond cookie and chocolate-covered almond habit.

Oh, and I had another Bod Pod assessment to figure out my body fat percentage. The result? A disappointing 35.7% fat (rest is “lean mass”–muscle, bone, and water). My trainer had initially calculated my body fat on one of those scales that claim to do just so, and it came down to about 30%–which I would have been super-happy with, as it’s in the healthy range for a person my height and age. However, those scales are never accurate–the Bod Pod is. 35% is sadly, too high–I should be under 32% to be ok.

You know the crazy thing? When I started this health journey I had my body fat assessed as well and it was 40.5%, which is in the risky category. I’ve lost 50 lbs since then (roughly 20% of my original weight), but only 5% of my body fat. Isn’t that a bit depressing? And I’ve been exercising all the way through! True, I got pregnant, had a baby, and am now breastfeeding, which I think does something to your fat deposits (something must protect that baby, you know), but still, this goes to show how difficult it is to get rid of fat.

My goal at the end of these 6 months is to get down to 30% body fat. Now, that’s not in the “fit” category, but it’s in the acceptable healthy range for someone my age and height. Not an unreasonable goal, right–not an easy one either considering how hard apparently it is to get rid of fat.

So! I’ll try to be a little better about updating this (you know, accountability and all) but living with a 2-month old makes this a little challenging.

Moving forward

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I’ve decided that this shall remain a weight loss blog rather than a mommy blog. Now, I love mommy blogs as much as the next person, but I don’t think I can add much to the ones that have already defined mommyblogging so far (think Dooce, Amalah, Finslippy, Fussy, WouldaShoulda, and the like–all linked over there in my sidebar). Plus, I still have qualms about sharing everything about my baby on the Internet. It’s different for me–I’m an adult and willingly exposed myself to public scrutiny. Should she ever want to share a part of her life on the net, that would be her business. Until then, I’ll try to keep my comments about her at a minimum–unless, of course, they’re too cute/memorable to bear (preserving memories would be a public service, right?). But–no pics, no day to day minutiae of mothering…it’s decided!

However, let’s keep on top of that weight/diabetes management thing, shall we?

I’m not doing so well on either front.

First, my weight has stagnated for 3 weeks now–I’ve been hovering around 195-196 lbs, give or take, after I had been down to 193 at some point. Apparently, it’s not uncommon in postpartum mothers, who commonly gain a few pounds in the first couple of months after giving birth, but given my weight history, you can see how that makes me apprehensive. Truth is, I have not changed my eating habits, given that I’ve been breastfeeding (albeit I don’t have enough milk so I probably won’t “naturally” lose weight just because of that). It’s clear to me what I have to do — I’ve done it before — and it’s just a matter of getting there again. I have a small paunch–well, tummy–, which is understandable given how there was a whole human being lodged in there a short while ago, and, given that I have no stretch marks whatsoever (how is that even possible?) I am confident I can reduce it to a more or less flat situation.

Second, my diabetes. My fasting blood sugars have been hovering around the 100 mark – today was 102, for example, which was typical, although the previous 3 days it was in the 90s. Now, that’s not too bad, but it’s not that stellar either. Ideally, I’d go back to the 80-99 range and stay there. True, I’ve been a little more neglectful with what I’ve been eating. For one, I’ve taken to eating these commercially produced sugar-free cookies, which, although they’re sugar free, contain a fair amount of carbohydrates. I have to stop that immediately. Instead, with my morning coffee (decaf, sadly, as caffeine would trickle into the breast milk), I’ll try to have a piece of that Romanian kek, or one of these delicious almond cookies, which, as a matter of fact, I baked today (highly recommended). I’ve also indulged in some dark chocolate covered dried fruit (blueberry, pomegranate, goji)–and although I haven’t overdone it, I have to stop making that a part of my regular diet. Forgive me, Internet, for I have sinned.

As if that wasn’t enough, I suspect another reason my sugars have been a little borderline is the lack of proper exercise. I was waiting for my postpartum visit to be cleared for gym activities, and that happened last Thursday. As a result, I managed to sneak in an hour at the gym on Saturday and it felt HEAVENLY! I spent 33 minutes on the elliptical (level 12, 420 calories burned), and 30 minutes doing some weights–my usual circuits, plus a few planks (15, 20, and 25 seconds, respectively), and some abs on a contraption from which I thought I could never get off except by trickling down on your head in a puddle of shame. You know what I’m talking about? One of those machines in which you dangle down and crunch up, but then have to come all the up in order to  actually disentangle yourself. Something like this, but more evil (can’t find the exact model on the web, forgive me):

Evil ab machine

Evil ab machine

Afte 30 crunches, it was devilishly hard coming up all the way, I tell you! I did it, but it took some sweating and grunting. I think I’ll try some other ab routine where I won’t run the danger of embarrassing myself (too much).

The challenge is to do this during the week, which is where childcare comes into play (*cough* more money *cough*), but it has to be done. It’s the best way to control my diabetes, and I am super motivated to be and keep healthy for my  baby.

So, this is a reboot of sorts, Lipomachia 2.0, weight loss after pregnancy and birth. Watch me get back on the righteous path of low-carb, exercise laden life. After all, my goal weight is about 165, give or take, and I have 30 lbs to shed to get there. I’ll document every painful step of the way here–yet again. Wish me luck!

Pregnancy analysis: just the facts, ma’am

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Things that turned out to be a pleasant surprise during my pregnancy: 

  • I had no nausea, vomiting, etc. 
  • in general I felt fine and my only clue I was pregnant was that I was late (duh), but no other major symptoms
  • I had no real cravings, weird or not weird
  • I did not develop linea nigra, grew hairs in unexpected places, or have some other wacky hormonal skin changes
  • I had no edema
  • contrary to my fears, my feet did not grow one full size or even half size
  • I developed no stretch marks (which begs the question: what do I do with the big container of Mustella Stretch Mark cream I got in anticipation of TOTALLY getting stretch marks ‘coz they’re genetic apparently and my mom has them? You tell me!)
  • I had virtually no heartburn, except for a few stray days towards the end of the third trimester
  • I was able to control my sugars quite well throughout the entire pregnancy
  • I was able to exercise most of my pregnancy

Things that I didn’t quite expect nor did I enjoy during my pregnancy: 

  • constipation and hemorrhoids. ‘Nuff said. As bad as constipation was during the pregnancy, it was NOTHING compared to postpartum constipation. It’s…horrific. Let’s leave it at that. 
  • painful breasts–mostly in the first trimester. Ok, perhaps I should have expected that, but it was still unwelcome
  • speaking of breasts…I was hoping to grow at least one cup size or so, but no. My body does not cooperate and given that this was my one shot at having an actual bust (and cleavage), I was mightily disappointed. Not only that, but I also  dont’ have enough milk, so I don’t even have that consolation. Hmph.
  • The grade 3 tear that happened during labor. It’s very common, I know, but…ugh.
  • The hypertension and near-preeclampsia I developed during labor (NOT before, mind you!)

Weight gain during pregnancy: 

  • Pre-pregnancy weight: 188
  • Lowest weight (2 months into pregnancy): 181
  • Weight the morning I went into labor: 218
  • Weight gain: 30 to 37 lbs, depending on how you count (not too bad, considering)
  • Weight 3 weeks post-partum: 193 (net weight loss: 25 lbs)
  • Which means I still have about 30 lbs to lose—hard to do when you can’t really exercise properly (not until I have my 6-week post-partum check up–it’s just some rather limited walking till then for me)

Onwards!

From the motherhood trenches

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  • Hey guys, newsflash: raising a kid is hard, and apparently this is the EASY part. I know, I am amazed, too! Next thing you’ll tell me is that they put a man on the moon or something. Jeesh, stop your fibbing!
  • Seriously: I’ve never been more sleep deprived or had less time for myself in like, ever, and that includes marathon exam sessions during my undergrad years in Romania. These days I consider it an accomplishment if I post something on Facebook. (Hint: I posted baby pics. That is all. Was exhausted afterwards.)
  • Bad news on the breastfeeding front: I have low milk supply. This was determined first when she lost 13% of her body weight in 4 days (the maximum they like to see is 10%) and they promptly instructed me to supplement with formula unless I was set on starving the baby. Ahem. So she’s fed a combo now. I guess it’s not the end of the world. I saw a lactation consultant, am drinking Mother’s Milk tea (yes, there IS such a thing!), am taking medication and supplements, am pumping, etc., but…hey, at least she’s getting SOME breast milk, so I’m happy. I’ll go weigh her tomorrow and can’t wait to see whether she has regained her birth weight–in fact she should surpass it by now.
  • My poor doggie pack are neglected these days. I got a little help during the day so starting this week I’ve started taking some walks in the neighborhood and bringing them along, but yeah, it’s nothing like they were used to (1-hr romps in the park and my undivided attention otherwise). Let’s hope they adjust to the new situation…
  • Motherhood is wonderful and nerve-wracking at the same time. My baby fills me with joy and I marvel at her perfection every day; but I also constantly worry I’m going to make horrible mistakes in raising her. Par for the course?
  • Am longing for the elusive time when she’s going to sleep through the night. That will happen eventually, right? The fact that I’m laying off caffeine right now (so it won’t affect my milk) does not help.
  • My hormones wreaked havoc with my emotions these past two weeks, but I think I’m starting to feel better, thank the powers that be.
  • Am anxious to get back to the gym, but it’s probably prudent that I don’t, yet–not until I heal completely.
  • Am praying for better weather so I can enjoy longer walks with my baby. Hopefully that will happen soon. C’mon, spring, you can do it! I’m rooting for you.
  • I do need the walks and the exercise–my sugars have not been as well controlled as I’m used to (they’ve been slightly over 100 most mornings since I’ve started monitoring them again – up to 115 once, and I don’t like it one bit). I attribute it to my sedentary station, which I can’t really help.
  • That being said: time to feed the baby. Toodle-doo!

So, I went ahead and had a baby

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Baby Miruna

Baby Miruna – 7lbs 1oz at birth

So…this happened after an all-day labor, minutes after midnight on 3/12/13. I am still elated and riding a hormone high from the whole experience (hey! my birth plan worked, at least its two pillars: 1) no C-section, thankyouverymuch, and 2) epidural, please!). My little angel was, after all, a decent size (7lbs 1oz) and had an Apgar score of 9, so pretty much perfect. Blogging has got to be priority #978 right now, so you’ll excuse my erratic posting. We’re doing well, but I have a gazillion things to do and no routine or past experience, so I’m still fumbling. Hopefully I’ll get into a rhythm that will allow me to have at least a couple of hours a day to myself … soon. Until then, you can safely assume that my life consists of feeding the baby, changing diapers, soothing baby, cleaning baby and baby stuff, feeding self, dogs, going to various doctors for follow-up and well baby visits, and snoozing when time permits. All glamour all the time, in other words! Blogging will resume at an unspecified date :)

Nothing to see here…yet

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Ah, the waiting game! Nothing like it, eh? Today (in the middle of a most unwelcome snowstorm, if I may add) I had my last non-stress test…all good. Next time I’ll step foot into HUP will be for the actual delivery, and that is about two days away. Yikes! So much to do…preparing for my parents’ visit (they arrive tomorrow! yay!), sterilizing the breast pump parts (shudder), figuring out the stroller (epic fail…I’m lucky the bassinet came pre-installed, the instructions and the video might as well be for putting together the Death Star), watching videos on how to breastfeed, change diapers, and bathe the baby, organizing the myriad baby supplies, folding laundry, attempting to figure out the Ergo YET AGAIN (I’m 75% there… bear with me!), baking up a storm (a big loaf of almond bread to carry us through the week, and some sugar-free muffins), stocking a diaper bag, re-checking my suitcase for the hospital… yep. It would all be a breeze without these blasted hormones, which have me cry at the drop of a hat. That’s why I was grateful when a friend (you know who you are!) posted this on my Facebook timeline:

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I had seen it months ago and all but forgot about it…still very funny. I needed a good chuckle.

And then I went ahead and saw this and promptly broke down again in tears. Damn. Apparently motherhood will screw up your hormones for good…oh wait, there’s a graph for that:

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So… getting closer to D-Day without any signs of labor yet. That’s fine by me. I’m already anxious, tired, and sleeping very poorly. So tonight I took advantage of one last night of freedom and had a yummy dinner at a local Venetian eatery–and yes, I indulged in tiramisu for dessert, because why not…my sugars have been very well controlled, but my cravings haven’t been controlled AT ALL. I deserved a treat, is what I’m saying!

A bientôt, mes amis!

Today in nesting news

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Nesting continues apace here. Today I sterilized milk bottles and struggled to figure out the baby carriers (I have a Moby wrap and an Ergo, and strangely enough, I find the Ergo much more challenging). I also tried to be good and walked about 3.5 miles—-2 of them back and forth to/from the hospital for my non-stress test (all is good). I was a tad winded, but got over it. Then I took the schnauzers to be groomed. For comparison:

The muppets--before grooming, from left to right Obelix and Asterix (whose eyes you can't even see anymore)

The muppets this morning–before grooming, from left to right Obelix and Asterix (whose eyes you can’t even see anymore)

Asterix--groomed. Eyes! :) Couldn't take a pic of the two of them together but this should give you a measure of the change.

Asterix–groomed. Eyes! :) Couldn’t take a pic of the two of them together but this should give you a measure of the change.

After some more laundry, it was time to hang those darn posters. No big deal, right? Except I had to hang a total of 10 posters, 6 of which were identical and had to be in a row–in a very high location (over a door), evenly spaced and lined up straight. I screwed up about 239 times, but the result was relatively satisfactory in the end. The remaining 4 posters were a breeze by comparison–there were some challenges, but they were much less fussy. It was no small feat considering that I’ve never resembled a pear more in my life, which screws up my balance quite a bit:

This is what 39 weeks looks like. Pear-lady!

This is what 39 weeks looks like. Pear-lady!

Then I finished the nursery by applying the last decal on the wall – this one, in fact:

Colorful tree decal

Colorful tree decal

I have a bunch of decals from this company, Adzif (Canadian), and I think they’re adorable. This one completed the room–I have another (different) tree, a sort of hilly village, and a bunch of animals and trees as well. This last one took some doing to assemble (it comes in 5 distinct parts, and those leaves can get tangled and stuck before you get a chance to arrange them properly on the wall–aaarrghh!), but when it was all done, I was quite pleased with the result. A cheap and convenient and cute way to decorate the nursery, if you ask me–plus you can always remove them and re-decorate when the time comes (not in a few good years, I hope).

I also assembled and hooked up the (second) table lamp, and I think we’re in business up there! Although she’s going to sleep with me in the bedroom for a while–a few months, I think, before I move her up there, it’s good to know that everything is in order and ready to go. (Well, minus the curtains and a bench cushion–those had to be custom-made and they will take a little while.)

I was planning to bake a loaf of almond bread and freeze it, but skipped it for now…after all, I’ve got to find something to do tomorrow as well, right? So, again, after a dinner of African peanut vegetable soup and berries with cottage cheese, I find myself in bed at 8pm, doggies snoozing peacefully by my side… time for some reading and snoozing of my own!

Burst of activity

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Everybody says that the last week or so of pregnancy is characterized by a burst of activity. Well, I experienced it first hand today, and it’s a wonder I lived to tell the tale!

During my customary 1-mile walk and romp in the dog park with the three boys (followed by feeding and medicating them and self), I went through the mental list of things I had to do without delay…all of which was ditched when I got home and realized that I simply HAD to clean the fridge. It was…time. I mean, realistically speaking, I probably won’t have that kind of time in the next…oh, I don’t know, year or so? So I took everything out, including shelves and frames and bits I was only vaguely aware were detachable, washed and wiped and dried and scrubbed everything on the inside and outside (freezer included!), then wiped and put everything away, minus a couple of rotten veggies (no matter how hard I try, I always end up with a few of those). It only took me 2 hrs of hard work, but it was SO worth it!

I then gave myself a break to do some email–turns out there was a little bit of work email to tend to–some odd ends to tie up at work (I had to put together the college newsletter and there were questions and missing photos and whatnot), then FINALLY a book review I wrote months ago (I’d forgotten all about it) is going to be published but they needed a short 100-word bio from me–so I put that together and shipped it off, then an acceptance letter and contract came for an edited collection my boss and I had been working on (yay! but also: when? how? what was I thinking?) so I had to reply to that and follow up with some contributors, etc.

After lunch I felt brave and ran some errands (which btw, given the urban nature of my location, are always on foot–and a golden opportunity to clock another 1.5 miles): picked up some prescriptions, then went to a nice stationery store and got some thank-you notes to send to my baby shower guests, then ended up at the grocery store as I had my heart set on making this African-inspired peanut and vegetable stew. I then lugged two rather heavy grocery bags home, where instead of collapsing, I ran a load of laundry (the last of the baby clothes: washed! folded! ready to wear now!) and planned on hanging a bunch of posters that were formerly residing in the nursery (which, of course, got a makeover). Before I got to that, however, I decided to write, address, and stamp ALL the thank you notes, which I did, plus some checks that needed to be written, and reply to some more emails, and then lo, it was 4:30 pm and was time to make the soup! And so I did, and by the time I was finished my back was KILLING me…again (the old back pain on my right side has returned, not as vengeful as before, but fierce enough to demand some nursing). So no poster hanging for me tonight–will do that tomorrow. Instead, I assembled and installed a mobile on the crib (this one), ate, fed dogs, caught up on last night’s episode of The Good Wife, and now I have crashed, yet again–and it’s barely 8pm! I want to hold out on sleep though, since last night I fell asleep around 10pm only to wake up at 4am; then only managed to fall sleep again for a measly 1/2 an hour between 7 and 7:30am.

We’ll see how long I can fare, though: the dogs are already snoozing and that’s always very soporific….

Last day of work

…was today. It was a long one. First, I had the non-stress test in the morning; it was delayed because for some reason there were only terminally pregnant ladies there, and a bunch of them had dubious ultrasounds and low fluid and what not and were sent directly to the labor and delivery floor–which made me panic mildly, but only mildly–I did not qualify!. Then, off to work, where I had a workshop in the afternoon. I spent most of the day trying to wrap up loose ends (making sure my sole advisee has a new advisor–I had tried to get in touch with advising a gazillion times before but for some reason they avoided me until today; sending out a letter of recommendation a student asked for; cleaning up my office to make sure everything was signed, taken care of, or otherwise accounted for; prepping my materials and presentation for the workshop; planning future moves with my boss; etc.). On the way back home I had to pick up some stuff for the baby shower tomorrow (my friends are throwing it for me, but it’s at my house, so I’m making sure there’s appropriate stuff to serve, drink, etc.).

Oh, almost forgot: my co-workers threw me a fabulous baby shower on Wednesday–really really nice, I was very touched. My best friend at work got me these duds because she simply could not resist:

Funky Skull Hot Pink One Piece

Kitty Crossbones One Piece

Meow tank top dress

 

Tutu (with bat decorations)

Yeah, she went a little crazy at mybabyrocks.com, but can you blame her? LOOK AT THEM! (There were also some socks and a footie whose image I can’t find, possibly sold out, adorable, anyway).

Girls are SO much fun to dress, don’t you think? Don’t worry, I also got the obligatory butt wipes, butt paste, lotion, diapers, and “boogie wipes” (if she’s anything like me, she will go through life with a stuffed nose, sadly). And–the piece de resistance!–a Baby Bjorn pack’n'play which apparently assembles in 20 seconds. I’m told this stuff is GOLD.

So, tomorrow–another baby shower, with friends and neighbors, and then…it’s a waiting game! I am in a heightened emotional state these days, but I think that’s totally understandable (right? RIGHT? TELL ME I’M RIGHT, DAMMIT! TOO LATE, I’M ALREAY CRYING!). Hormones are not to be messed with, especially at this stage of the pregnancy–38 weeks and 2 days. Plus I sleep incredibly poorly and that’s no help at all (last night I woke up after 2 hrs of sleep, around 1:30 am, then fell back asleep around 6am for another hr and a half…ugh–pregnancy insomnia is the worst). I hope I can hang in there until March 11, my D-Day, because my parents fly over from Romania on the 9th and I’d really really like them to be here when it all goes down. I miss them and can’t wait to see them… and I know the feeling is mutual. This is their first grandchild, too, so you can imagine the anticipation.

Here’s to a great weekend with friends, merriment, and, hopefully, tons and tons of sleep!

Randoms

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  • Still going to non-stress tests twice a week. All is good–she’s reactive, moving, well positioned (low, downwards, head facing my spine), and my fluid is good. So is the blood pressure. Can’t complain, she’s been a good girl. I cannot wait to hold her in my arms!
  • I put on like, 5 lbs in a week. I would be worried normally except I’m not–part of it is random fluctuations I can’t really control, and part, I can only hope, is her, fattening up. I’m rooting for you, baby girl!
  • While immobilized in the chair for my non-stress test, I am basically forced to watch day time TV, which is always on in that room. It’s shows I normally never watch, and I can see why (ahem)–with the lonely exception of Ellen deGeneres, who manages to be cute and smart most of the time (although I still don’t tune in from home, don’t get me wrong). At any rate, this morning, it was the Rachael Ray show, and she prepared this truly appalling dish: New York Deli-style Nachos, a bastardization of nachos to begin with, a heart-attack recipe if I’ve ever seen one, and at the very least a recipe for massive heartburn (not to mention weight gain). The nachos were not nachos but kettle-fried potato chips or frozen waffle fries (!!!!!); the toppings included a monster mix of pastrami, onions, and sauerkraut, sauteed; a massively rich cheese sauce with brown mustard; and raw onions and diced pickles. 90% of the ingredients would have given me heartburn in my carb-laden days–especially the chips, the sauerkraut, the pastrami, the onions, and the pickles. About 99% of this dish (minus the token lettuce on top) is staggeringly unhealthy. And yet…that’s what passes for cooking in the average American home, I guess? Ugh.

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Rachael Ray’s New York Deli style “nachos”–yukk!!!

  • The commercial break for the show included ads for toaster strudel pastry and “The Baconator,” which is, I guess, a new burger thing at Wendy’s. Oy vey! A little girl her mom had brought along (she was in the chair next to me) watched in raptures, especially the strudel pastry thing. Again…we’re immersed in these cultural messages, and yet we’re expected to fight obesity with all our might. Right.
  • Maybe because I got hungry watching all that (what? give me a break…I’m about 38 weeks pregnant and although I wouldn’t touch those nachos with a ten-foot pole, mamma’s still gotta eat!) – I picked up something for lunch at one of the food trucks serving UPenn (http://www.pennfoodtrucks.com/). If I go that route (very very rarely), I usually go for something Chinese–tofu and veggies, steamed, no rice. I got eggplant and tofu today, since I was walking to work from my appointment. Can’t wait to eat it!
  • Speaking of work, I’m slowly wrapping things up in preparation for the big day. Lots and lots of things to take care of…but slowly, all is coming together.
  • The term “disability leave” they apply to maternity leave irks me to no end. I’m not disabled, I’m having a child! The US is definitely waaaaay behind other countries when it comes to treating maternity leave fairly, that’s no secret, but what can you do.
  • Ok, time to do some work, I guess, before lunch break is over. Adios!
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