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  • Crabbcakes I will have to look up that pork Carolina-style BBQ recipe as it sounds delicious.
    Going to go for a walk now and then have my tongue and salad lunch, though would rather be having your BBQ pork.
    Hope you are getting into your YAYOG again. It is difficult to start a new exercise routine, but if you are anything like me you feel good and virtuous when it is done.

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    • Day 13

      Well, I did just that - I went to that old-timey fair and walked around the valley and hills for three hours in the outside sunshine. My LHT for the day was to lug around pumpkins - we bought some to carve. Food was good - I had to IF untill I got home because there wasn't anything there that I could eat: apple dumplings, bean soup with cornbread, meat and bean chili, hot dog nonsense, fudge... the fair does a good job of actually cooking fresh (for example, the bean soups and chilis are made in huge kettles from fresh ingredients over open fires, and the apple dumplings are also made with local apples - old-timey fair, you know), but it still isn't enough on a Whole30 month...

      No YAYOGing.


      Day 14

      After church (which takes up over half of the day for us), we went back to the old-timey fair and got in another two hours of walking around the hills and valley in the sunshine. After the fair, Second convinced me to sprint down our driveway (gravel drive through our woods about 600 feet long) - she did it with me (she wanted to see if she could run faster than her Mama... and she can). I sprinted in my favorite sandals (Keene) and gave myself sore heels for about a day afterward. It wasn't as horrible as I thought. Food was good, I had to IF most of the day, but coffee hour at church had beautiful grapes and really nice italian salami slices (usually almost all of it is baked goods).

      No YAYOGing.


      Day 15

      One of our therapy days in the next city - nothing much gets done. I didn't walk on the track at the Y because it was swim class observation day and I did that instead (watched my own kids in the pool). Usually they don't allow parents in the pool area during class - too distracting for most kids (there is an observation room with huge windows onto the pool area, though, so it is okay - you can always see your tyke). Fourth moved up a level! Yeah Fourth!! Still no YAYOGing. Food was good - fasted most of the day just because all my Primal leftovers were eaten up by the kids, but the I made Mark's cabbage and kielbasa from his PB cookbook - yummy recipe.


      We will see how today goes (this is Day 16) - I have another kid at an annual appointment back at the Cleveland Clinic, so I will be gone all day today. Hope all of you have good days today! Gotta' run....
      I have a mantra that I have spouted for years... "If I eat right, I feel right. If I feel right, I exercise right. If I exercise right, I think right. If I think right, I eat right..." Phil-SC

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      • You are being very good IFing and resisting old time fair food temptation. That would have tested my resolve.
        I think you have done plenty of exercise without the YAYOG by the sounds of it. I always feel shattered walking around for hours.
        Hope your clinic appointment went ok.

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        • I'm intrigued by YAYOG...can you give us your verdict, Crabcakes? (Bear in mind I am the least gym-type person out there, I'm more YAYOS - you are your own sofa).
          I like badgers, books and booze, more or less in that order.

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          • Originally posted by annedawso View Post
            You are being very good IFing and resisting old time fair food temptation. That would have tested my resolve.
            I think you have done plenty of exercise without the YAYOG by the sounds of it. I always feel shattered walking around for hours.
            Hope your clinic appointment went ok.
            Thanks!! I thought I was being good, too. The walking was actually very nice. That is the exercise I like to get, but then again, it wasn't exercise for the sake of exercise, it was tooting around a fair, which I always looooove.

            The clinic appointment went well. First was diagnosed with moderate asthma last year, and we have spent the last year just getting used to the daily inhaler (for her, twice daily) and mostly arguing with her about why she really does have asthma. She tries to excuse away an asthma attack by saying that she "pushed herself too hard in the pool" (she is a swimmer) or some other crapola. But - she has been awfully good about being regular with her doses and the asthma is now fully under control, so now even she can feel the difference. It helps that she has one awesome doc who shoots it straight with her and can cut through teenage nonsense talk.

            Next week we have a huuuuuge clinic day with Third: radiology (for the ankles); then pediatric orthopedics (Third wears full ankle braces because her ankles won't support her well); then developmental pediatrics (these docs look at the global state of health and the total lifestyle/family situation of disabled kids - a good one is worth his/her weight in gold, as they have prescribing rights to any drug or test or hospital department or therapist or procedure at all and the two Third has had KNOW their shit); then on to pediatric nutrition (Third is on a really restricted diet - time for another "diet study" - that is where you measure every morsel than goes down a kid's throat and log all of it for 3 to 7 days - every Cheerio and green pea). THEN... we get to drive home 3 hours.

            But hey - I can kill four departments in one day, instead of having to drive up four separate times! And the hospital has two really, really nice cafeterias that cook fresh food, and another sandwich cafe that does the same. We have been there so many times that the cafeteria ladies in one of the cafeterias know my daughter by sight and name. I can't decide if that is sad or sweet, though. Naw - sweet... the cafeteria ladies actually care enough to remember (probably the trouble Third has in staying calm and focused during the lunch hour rush through there ). There are a couple of new coffee and tea spots, too. And some nice, big, beautiful lawns to run around on if the weather isn't wet. And if Third faints or gets sick or hurt... WE ALRE ALREADY THERE, ha ha!! All in all, I'll take it!
            I have a mantra that I have spouted for years... "If I eat right, I feel right. If I feel right, I exercise right. If I exercise right, I think right. If I think right, I eat right..." Phil-SC

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            • Originally posted by badgergirl View Post
              I'm intrigued by YAYOG...can you give us your verdict, Crabcakes? (Bear in mind I am the least gym-type person out there, I'm more YAYOS - you are your own sofa).
              My verdict is that Mark Lauren knows his stuff, his book describes the exercises well (even if I think the layout could really, really improve), and the exercises themselves are effective. Lauren's tone in the book is spot-on IMHO - never unreasonable or condescending, just really encouraging and always informative/explanatory about why he says what he says.

              The range of exercises goes from really mild to lay-your-ass-OUT, but in understandable and incremental steps. He even explains how to create new original movements on your own to make something harder, or how to mix it up to stave off boredom. There are more ways to create rep/set plans than I have ever heard of in there as well.

              I am still using a borrowed library book, but I will buy this shortly. There is some freaky-hard stuff in there that my Second has set her sights on accomplishing...

              I actually will continue with the YAYOGing well into the future, even if I am doing an excellent imitation of a wuss at the moment. The exercise duration is short, no equipment other than the odd towel or phone book or backpack or such (and not even often at that). And no gym fees (Hubby's favorite). And no lost time traveling back and forth (my favorite).

              I actually feel good after doing my YAYOGing, even though I haven't said that on this journal yet. I guess that is the best testimonial.
              I have a mantra that I have spouted for years... "If I eat right, I feel right. If I feel right, I exercise right. If I exercise right, I think right. If I think right, I eat right..." Phil-SC

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              • Crabbcakes, you are very inspirational the way you cope with all the hospital visits, the drive alone would be enough for me.i like the way you look for the positives.
                Glad you are enjoying YAYOG. I think if you can get into exercise it is enjoyable. I am in a good routine and force myself to go when tired as I know I will enjoy it and reenergised.

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                • Day 16

                  Walked around the clinic a lot. They have a skyway so long that the people at the other end look tiny - did that one back and forth twice just getting around, so decent walking I think. Food was good - we brought ours along and did not falter, even though First and I walked around one of the clinic's big cafeterias where they have Subway, McDonald's and Taco Bell in front before you get through and to the freshly cooked (to order) sections. I get extra points from y'all for that one. Drove home, dealt with evening family stuff 'cause Hubby was still in the office, and crashed on the couch.


                  Day 17

                  Our long therapy day. To give you an idea, I leave at 10:45 a.m. with four kids and a huge pile of stuff in tow, and don't drive down the drive until 10:00 p.m. - literally. I was in such a foul mood all day, I mean a seriously foul mood, that nothing got done except the fact that I didn't eat off-diet. I don't know what my problem was. Sometimes Quelsen talks about crap that gets released from your body when you go Primal for long enough, like emotional blockages and toxins and stuff, and I can't think of anything except that. Or sunspots. When I used to work for a day care, sometimes the kids would turn into gremlins. As in, all of the kids would arrive that way to the day care on an otherwise typical, easy day. So the teachers would just shrug and say - "Sunspots. That must be it." Hrumph.
                  I have a mantra that I have spouted for years... "If I eat right, I feel right. If I feel right, I exercise right. If I exercise right, I think right. If I think right, I eat right..." Phil-SC

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                  • Day 18

                    Food was good. Everything else was crappy.... I got to break down on the road tonight - lost the brakes in one of our cars. Luckily I was in town and within striking distance of one of our usual mechanics, so I managed to get the car into the parking lot, and then walked to Wendy's with First to wait on our rescue by the Hubster. First and I bought NOTHING at Wendy's... I get more Primal brownie points for that one!


                    Day 19

                    Food was good. Watched the kids make rice crispy treat ghosts, then took Second to a Pagan Ball - the first I/we have ever attended. We had SUCH a good time (family-friendly event). I could have sinned with all the party food, but I had to be content with raw carrot sticks and broccoli and cauliflower and water. A speaker (did her workshop on edible wild foods) brought along a tea made from edible greens in her yard (aka lawn weeds) and it was actually very pleasant - lightly minty and mild. Second and I danced our asses off to the all-girl drummer band hired out of Cleveland for the event - we danced so long and so hard that we had to stop - our leg muscles ran out of gas! AND we did it barefoot! I completely consider that exercise. Got home at 2.30 a.m....


                    Day 20

                    Slept half of the day because of my long night out (so did everybody else except Hubby and First who took off early to go to a Republican rally and see Paul Ryan), and it felt good. Then made several pork roasts and finished rendering my first-ever batch of tallow from suet I got from the same meat processor I get my finished lard from. Started Shark Week, so I was a druggie yesterday with Tylenol and Motrin (cramps). Watched Fourth candy-dip those rice-crispy ghosts and didn't eat any, or nibble, either (a Halloween craft/snack we had planned). Hubby, however, ate all of my black candy melts as a snack just because they were on the table (set up along with the other candy-melt stuff so he can't claim ignorance that a food project was in the works - the man has not nearly the food willpower I do), so now I can't make black eyes/smiles on my ghosts. BOO! Second is getting on me to YAYOG again, but I told her that since we danced sooooo hard... but she isn't buying it (damn - raised that girl too well, I did).


                    In general, still missing cheese, cheese, cheese. Now my kids blame any bad moods on my current chronic lack of moo juice, and can't wait for this Whole30 to be over so I can get some. Me, too, kiddos - me, too.
                    I have a mantra that I have spouted for years... "If I eat right, I feel right. If I feel right, I exercise right. If I exercise right, I think right. If I think right, I eat right..." Phil-SC

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                    • Your dancing sounds fun. Did you do YAYOG on day 20? My kids force me to do things I don't want to. I sometimes wonder who is in charge, they can be so manipulative.
                      Difficult when you have a craving. My high fat diet is helping me not really have cravings at the moment. Though I know how quick things can change.

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                      • Day 21

                        Went to church today without breakfast or lunch, coffee hour was only cookies and more cookies. We went to a "De-Stress Event" at our favorite local nature center, which I needed because I was surly by the time we got there. Hubby came to the rescue with cole slaw bought from a local grocery store deli - and no, it wasn't Whole30 by a long shot, but I ate it anyway and felt a modicum of sanity return. I think it really is high time for me to take off by myself for while... I haven't done that for 19 years: every since Hubby and I got married. Today being Sunday, no exercise, but the nature center did have wonderful arts and crafts and two licensed massage therapists giving free short massages (10 minutes) in proper chairs and all. Never had a therapeutic massage before, and those ladies really are making me think of getting one. Or many.


                        Day 22

                        Therapy day. Did well on the food. Did not so well on the exercise. Back to not wanting to do anything like it.



                        Day 23

                        Can't even remember.



                        Day 24

                        Long therapy day. Did well on the food. Left early and got home late, as always on Wednesdays and went to bed because next day is long day in Cleveland. Exercise consisted of lots of ankle-foot movement at the gas and brake pedals.



                        Day 25

                        Long day in Cleveland. Up at 5 a.m., out of the house with Third and First before dawn. Four appointments with Third, but all were good and helpful and informative, like always up there. Went to the produce market and library on the way home, got home really late and went to bed. Food was good - I ate on diet at the cafeteria (they cook from scratch) at the hospital. Exercise consisted of laying down flat on the basketball court in the outdoor courtyard in the gentle sunshine and loving every minute of it (while Third ran around the playground in the same enclosed courtyard like an idjit and got her wiggles out and First sat beside my prone form reading a book) until it was time for our next appointment.


                        Day 26

                        Lots of travel today. Food is good so far. Got forgotten by our piano teacher for an extra tutoring session First and she had set up, so I went all the way to Closest City for nothing. Getting sick and tired of the running on my non-therapy days. Pumpkin Splash tonight at the Y: you pay 3 dollars per pumpkin and in return the staff float all the pumpkins in the large pool and you swim and play amongst the floating cucurbits. Along the way you pick your favorite one and give it to the pool staff, who then write your name on it. Swim ends after an hour, whereupon you dry off and head to all the community rooms for a pumpkin carving (the pumpkin you chose while swimming), cookie decorating, dance, and craft hour. I won't be swimming - chlorine makes me burn like fire, especially at the concentrations they use in a public pool. Maybe I will walk around the track instead.

                        I am waking up at 6.00 a.m. on my own, no alarm clock, and have been for weeks. Nice side-effect of Primal (not the Whole30 as I was doing it before I started this misbegotten month). Waiting not so patiently for cheese. Leaning out some more on the Whole30. Made a makeup appointment for two weeks from now - haven't used makeup much in 7 years, and want to have some extra glow or whatever, even if it comes from a powder compact or tube, for my trip. And got told today by Third's classroom teacher that the boys in the next room up have been checking out my daughter's chest and talking - she is starting to develop, and isn't even big enough to be jiggly yet (just puffed out a bit) and is wearing training bras, but only part-time. Teacher handled it well (seriously sweet lady) with me and suggested that it might be time for an extra little tshirt or something if Third isn't into wearing a training bra everyday. Damn boys - we should all live on Wonder Woman's island and only haul the guys out of wherever they are held as slaves for procreation, and only that at our convenience.
                        I have a mantra that I have spouted for years... "If I eat right, I feel right. If I feel right, I exercise right. If I exercise right, I think right. If I think right, I eat right..." Phil-SC

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                        • Crikey, don't know where you get the energy.
                          I am shattered just doing a 8 hr day in work with a 30 minute commute.
                          Didn't know pumpkins floated. Sounds fun.
                          We only ever used to do duck apple when we were young, and we used to think it was crazy all the dressing up and big deal Americans made out of Halloween - trick and treat etc.
                          Now in UK we have pretty much followed suit.
                          I'm not a great one for Halloween, get fed up of countless kids knocking on the door for sweets.

                          My favourite time by far is Christmas, love all the build up and love buying presents.
                          Being off with the kids, watching films.

                          The joys of growing up for Third, aah bless.
                          I would quite like to live on the Wonder Woman island, or at least go there for a holiday.

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                          • Originally posted by annedawso View Post
                            We only ever used to do duck apple when we were young, and we used to think it was crazy all the dressing up and big deal Americans made out of Halloween - trick and treat etc.
                            Now in UK we have pretty much followed suit.
                            I'm not a great one for Halloween, get fed up of countless kids knocking on the door for sweets.
                            I LOVE Halloween. Well, most parts of it. I don't like it when folks get gross about it, like getting into truly gory costumes, or making sickening Halloween treats for their parties like slapping brownies (do you know what they are?) into newly-purchased children's potty training pots to simulate poop and then adding cherry sauce just to guarantee you puke for real.

                            I am currently reading a book called "The Pagan Mysteries of Halloween" by Jean Markale. He is a professor at the Sorbonne, and has written extensively about medieval culture and the druids/Celts. I actually brought a book of his back from Germany, translated from the original French into German, about the Druids. He lays out all the research done into what the Celts actually used Samhain for historically, the original sources of this knowledge, and the limits of what is currently known (versus guessed) - really nice reading for this time of year.

                            Around here there is this tension between those who get a kick out of Halloween, and those Christians who think that Halloween is verily a diabolic/demonic celebration. It is actively taught in a lot of churches here that there are such things as witches (along with Satan and his minions), and any representation of a witch (pointy hat and all) is not to be tolerated (like witch decorations and the like). Betcha' that not a one has really delved into the ancient celebration at all (my favorite complaint about that specific type of lemon-sucking Christian... no real knowledge of what they are condemning and why - because just LEARNING about it would be Satanic influence... just a lot of censure and denouncement and hot air, no real substance).

                            We are going to the MIL's house next week - she lives in a real big city in Ohio - where the trick-or-treating is much better than around here. Here we always have it from 15.30 to 17.00. Too damn short of a time, and all in the nice and safe daylight just to guarantee that nobody has any fun getting the heeby-jeebies in the dark. Hrumph. We will have to see, though, as Hurricane Sandy is making its way straight for us and is expected to head waaaay north this time around - enough so that Hubby may have to cancel a business trip as his flight takes him from Ohio to New Jersey, right into the teeth of the projected bad weather. If NJ gets enough of a hurricane hit, Ohio will have several days of heavy storms and rain. I hope it all waits until Thursday to land, just so we can have a good time at the MIL on Halloween night...

                            First and Third will both be cowgirls, Second is a raven, Fourth will dress as a vampire, and I will be an undead waitress (I used to work part-time at a catering company and I still have the formal black outfit). Hubby just waits to see what I will be and then does the lowest-energy-possible compliment to that; example - last year I was a tree so hubby went as a lumberjack (just dressed in jeans and a plaid shirt and got the hatchet from the garage and followed me and the kids around...). So I guess that perhaps he will be the unwitting diner to my undead waitress.

                            Fourth loves her Halloween costume - I got her a real dress from a bargain shop: black velvet top, deep burgundy skirt with black tulle overlay, gold beading at the waistline; black cape; black short wig (Fourth is golden blond); glow-in-the-dark makeup and vampire teeth; fake blood; fake vampire claws (you stick your fingers into them); black lipstick and eyeshadow; and a black knitted bolero jacket with velvet ruffling at the wrists & black lined sweatpants just so she doesn't get cold (Halloween here is usually a really chilly evening).

                            Second has this thing going where she chooses stuff that requires her to wear head-to-toe black: the past two years she has been Morticia Addams and a witch, this year is a raven, next year will be Zorro. See, she loves the color black most of all, but because Second is as light-complexioned as a Swedish girl (with the hair and eyes to match) and she would almost look goth if I allowed it, which I don't, Halloween is the only time of the year where she can totally live out her love of unrelieved black. This weekend Second and I will be sewing black feather boas onto her costume to simulate wings. Second loves puttering around with needle and thread and fabric, so she will probably do most of the work.

                            I am especially looking forward to Halloween because then this infernal Whole30 will be over...
                            I have a mantra that I have spouted for years... "If I eat right, I feel right. If I feel right, I exercise right. If I exercise right, I think right. If I think right, I eat right..." Phil-SC

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                            • That was fun reading about your Halloween.
                              Why are some Christians (and non Christians) so judgemental, my motto is as long as they are not harming anyone who are we to judge. Same in this country, some of the most narrow minded, critical people I have met were real church goers. Think I have told you before how my Irish grandparents went to church every day, had pictures of the Pope and Jesus all around the house. Went on pilgrimages etc.
                              Yet although I loved my gran she was very unforgiving. I didn't know until I was an adult that my mum and dad had to get married as they say. My gran tried to make my mum put me up for adoption as she didn't want the shame. Christian indeed. The irony was we didn't know until after she died that she had been pregnant before getting married. My mum had died by then, but my aunt is still very bitter over it as my gran had turned my aunt against my mum. I think part of it is guilt. When we have family parties now and all have had a drink my aunt gets maudlin and apologises to me. But as I tell her life is too short to worry over all these things now, I suppose most families have family skeletons. I must be feeling in a confiding mood as I don't normally talk about it.

                              None of my kids want to dress up, even the 9 year old, though he did go to a party dressed up the other day.
                              Hope the Hurricane has not affected you too much, looks dreadful on the TV. Just saw cars floating away and buildings destroyed.
                              All the advancements we have but the weather still wreaks havoc.

                              Wondering what has happened to Bess, I hope she is ok. Don't like that we can all be friends and then someone just disappears.

                              Are you dreaming about cheese, you have fine very well doing your whole 30. Especially with the really busy schedule you have.
                              Last edited by annedawso; 10-31-2012, 02:42 AM.

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                              • Ooookay - Whole30 is over, and here are my ruminations on the experience...

                                First, frustrating, but worth it. I am tighter by one hole on my belt, and that makes it now 3 belt holes in where I am stable. I do think that all the indiscriminate dairy and chocolate was stalling my shrinkage, even though I don't have a single health improvement by quitting the dairy, ie I tolerate dairy very well.

                                Lots of stuff that really wasn't allowed crept in. For example: this family went to a buffet one Sunday during the Whole30. I chose only plain meats and single cooked veggies with no sauce or cheese, and salad, but then I did eat their salad dressing (dairy-free choice) when I really shouldn't have because it was a factory dressing and guaranteed had corn syrup/preservative crap in it - but I hate plain salad. One Thursday Third and I were at the Clinic, in a could-eat-a-horse hungry state so we went to the cafeteria, and again the salad dressing thing... That kind of dilemma kept coming up, and usually I caved. Lesson learned: bring my own dressings everywhere when I leave home during a Whole30 month.

                                I could have done the YAYOGing more. When I look into the mirror (nearly nekkid...) now, I can see where some good old-fashioned hard physical movement (I'm back to not mentioning the "e-word") will be good for me. It was fun doing it with the kids - we laughed a lot. So I have fun memories of the YAYOGing.

                                I stopped the Whole30 on Oct 31st, which is Halloween here. I just kind of said "screw it" and broke the diet one day early instead of waiting for Nov 1st. I ate several tiny-size chocolate pieces (the kind you give to trick-or-treaters) and several Lindt chocolates, as someone very generous in my MIL's neighborhood was giving them out to the kids as Halloween candy!

                                Butter, though, surprisingly, isn't as tasty now - even the pastured stuff. I think it is the salt - I will try getting some unsalted good stuff and see.

                                Perhaps in 2013 I will do one again, if I think things have gotten out of hand/need a boost. It really does bring you all the way back to basics - with a thump.
                                I have a mantra that I have spouted for years... "If I eat right, I feel right. If I feel right, I exercise right. If I exercise right, I think right. If I think right, I eat right..." Phil-SC

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