Going Granola


Well folks, it appears I’m going to have to grow out my armpit hair and wear Birkenstocks (with socks) because I’m going granola on this bitch.

I’m a fairly laid back kinda gal so I never really buy into anything too quickly. It takes quite a bit to get me to join a bandwagon but the more I research healthy eating habits the more scared I get.

Example? Sure…

… this only names a few.

What the heck?! If I can’t simply buy stuff from the grocery store and feel confident that I’m actually getting what I paid for then what the hell am I going to eat?

It’s hard enough trying to keep track of the amount of food you eat and the amount of sodium it contains along with the amount saturated fat it might have without having to worry about the amount of toxic crap you might also be eating.

I really wish I could just bury my head in a hole full of Little Debbie cakes and pretend like I had never heard a word of this.

During this weight loss process I’ve gone on and on about how I have PCOS a hormonal issue that makes me fat, grumpy, pimply, depressed and… well, gross. I’ve done tons of research on PCOS trying to figure out what the heck is wrong with me. What I’ve found is that the medical community is still a little stumped by this “new” phenomenon because in truth it has only recently been given its own place in the diagnosis world.

They don’t know what causes it but I’m wondering if it isn’t due to all of the processed foods we eat as Americans.

Because of this Brent and I have decided to cut out processed foods and only eat meats and dairy that haven’t been treated with any hormones or antibiotics.

This isn’t cheap. In fact, my wallet cries…

Let me give you a little back ground on how cheap I am. I drive a 2001 Toyota Camry that has over 200,000 miles on it. It’s a looker with a dent on this side from where two firefighters got into a wrestling match over who would sit in the front seat AND the driver’s side door handle has been broken off due to a too strong dude (my husband) forcing it open when it was frozen shut in the mountains. My husband has been dying to get me a new car but I would rather drive a hoopty than have a car payment. These little choices have led to me being able to stay home with the girls a little while longer.

We had been toying with making these lifestyle changes for a while but really struggled with how expensive it was. Plus, I would really like to pretend like I didn’t know Cheetos were that bad for me so that I wouldn’t feel so bad about indulging every once in a while. We would start, only to back off due to the price of this lifestyle. Then I would stumble upon something else I didn’t know about and get scared into doing it again. All of the signs keep pointing to the fact that we can’t just simply keep turning a blind eye and eating the stuff we grew up on simply because change sucks.

It’s so sad, what kind of world do we live in that it’s not safe for a kid to enjoy Doritos with their peanut butter and jelly sandwich?! (look at the GMOs in your snack list)

It’s not a matter of buying into all of the hype. It is more about investing in the well-being of our family and our health, short-term and long-term. In other words… we’re going granola.

My friend Andrea was on the ball much sooner than I was. In truth, I always envied her resolve but also found it to be a bit weird at the same time. “What? You’re not going to eat that chip? Are you even American?” Now as I’ve stumbled upon all of this new information I flood her with questions on how she does it. That’s when she lent me her book, “Food Rules” by Micheal Pollan.

food rules

I read it one day during Penelope’s nap time. After getting through the first chapter you just fly through the rules that he provides for you. I have to tell you, it all makes sense.

Andrea has been following these rules for quite a while and I always wondered how she managed to bake goodies on the weekend and not gain any weight. I felt like she had found the perfect balance and was gracefully going through life with the secret that I would never uncover.

Now, we all know that it doesn’t matter what I read… I’m still going to be a hot mess. But it doesn’t hurt to add a little more knowledge in your arsenal of things to worry about. Okay, so it hurts a little.

In my quest for knowledge I keep stumbling upon information about GMO’s (genetically modified organisms). The more I read about it the more I feel like I’m in a bad science fiction novel. This stuff truly scares me. I didn’t even know what a GMO was a year ago.

Recently my friend Tony informed me of a protest that is to take place in Denver against GMO’s. I keep asking myself if this stuff scares me enough to pull me out of the suburbs to participate in a protest.

March against

Honestly, when I first saw this flyer my first thought was, “Good I won’t have to worry about this for much longer because other people will take care of the problem for me.”

(What? I didn’t get overweight by being proactive.)

However, there is a big part of me that really wants to go to this. I’ve never been to a demonstration because I tend to be a pacifist. I don’t want to take the kids with me because Penelope is a teething nutcase and my odds of going depends greatly on Brent’s schedule for that day but the more I think about it the more I want to be there.

There is no telling if I’ll actually make it or not. If I do go I won’t be wearing Birkenstocks and I’ll probably shave my armpits if I have the time  because I was only kidding about that earlier. Regardless of whether I go one thing is for sure… Granola’s got a whole new look to it that includes strollers, yoga pants, and a little bit of suburban house wife swagger.

What do you guys think about all of this stuff? Are you going to do the march in your area?

Bouncing Back After Baby

I have simply been in the best mood lately. After looking back at my past few posts I kind of want to punch myself in the mouth. You can only handle so much pep, you know?

Mother Nature must have felt the same way because she took my sunshine away…


It still didn’t really do anything to dampen my mood. It’s strange really.

I think this might be because I’ve been taking a saffron extract supplement lately. I decided to do this after I did some research on it and found that it can help with depression and anxiety.

saffron extract

It’s also supposed to cut down on your cravings so you tend to eat less. This makes sense because when I’m depressed I self medicate with ice cream and junior mints… and pretty much anything else that I can fit into my mouth.

But that whole appetite suppressant thing didn’t really work last night when I broke into the left over Girl Scout cookies sitting in my garage. (Looking back I think I forgot to take it.) I don’t know what came over me. Penelope was whining, Bridget was having a preteen meltdown and I needed cookies. I didn’t over do it, which is good. Instead of eating an entire box I ate three cookies.

This is also REALLY good considering I’ve been alone with the girls 6 out of the past 8 days. The fact that I survived that alone is a testament to how good of a mood I’ve been in. I didn’t even want to bang my head against the kitchen counters or drink copious amounts of wine.

This morning after I dropped Bridget off at school I headed to the gym to do a little cardio before Brent got home. I kind of lost track of the time because I was too busy jamming out to pay attention. Before I knew it I had been on the elliptical machine for an hour and had supposedly burned 700 calories.


My crossfit friends would totally make fun of me for it… “Christy just checked in at Globo Gym. I totally think she does the elliptical machine… eew.”

( I know I’ve already posted this video but I just love it so much!)

After I got home Brent was waiting to snuggle with Penelope. I gave him a kiss and pretty much said, “Umm, so you’ve got this right?” and ran out the door minus the baby for some much needed alone time.

I’m such a dork. When I find a moment of freedom I head for the book store to drink hot blueberry green tea and read fitness magazines… and a little bit of gossip.


Apparently, the world is very concerned about how fat Kim Kardashion’s armpit has gotten… poor girl.

Another reason to only aspire to be rich and anonymous.

This past summer shortly after having Penelope I was sitting in the exact same spot drinking a much more fattening drink. I was suffering from post-partum depression (even though I didn’t know it at the time). That day I had pretty much run out of the house crying because I felt awful about myself.  I just needed a moment to be by myself so that I could drown my sorrows in a sugar coffee. That’s when I came across this picture of Jessica Simpson…


Initially, I felt really bad for her. The media can be so cruel. At the same time I loved her because she looked just like me. I texted this photo to Brent with the caption… “Okay, I don’t feel so bad now.”

You see Jessica and I have a connection because we could practically be twins… Bridget said so.

It was 2003 and I had just lost all of my baby weight. I was waiting in line at the grocery store and Jessica Simpson was on the cover of one of the magazines. Bridget reached out, pointed at her picture and said, “Mommy!” I just grinned and said, “Yep, sure is.”

It just goes to show how beautiful you are in your children’s eyes. If only we looked at ourselves through the same lens.

The moral of the story? Be nice to yourself… even if you did break into that box of Girl Scout cookies. It’s just payment for the hours spent helping your kid sell them 😉

Do you take any nutritional supplements? What do you think of them?

Week 17 Weigh-in and Monthly Progress Pics

Today is weigh-in day and boy did that sucker sneak up on me…

We had guests over the past week and while I didn’t eat great I didn’t eat all that bad. However, I wasn’t able to workout like I usually do. So after indulging in sushi and wine… and Chick-Fil-A, I weighed myself to check in on the damage.

The scale said 207.2…


Needless to say, I freaked out. I immediately wrote a blog post about my hatred of anything cute and cuddly. I was in one of “those” moods.

Usually when I have a setback like this I’ll say, “Screw it!” and eat whatever I want in the form of a pity party. I really wanted a pity party…

If I had done this I would have carried on until I gained another five pounds and then realized that I really need to do something about this weight… a novel idea right?

I knew going down this shame spiral wasn’t an option. So despite this setback I made myself go to the gym and get right back on track. You know what? I felt better instantly.

So this morning I did my obligatory strip down/weigh-in. I weighed in at 199.8

Phew… The moral of the story? Soy sauce is not my friend… and I seriously need to stop weighing myself during the week.

I was so relieved that I didn’t really care that my hair was super messed up from sleeping with it wet last night. I just wanted to take these monthly pictures and be done with it.

Keep in mind, my photographer is 10…




Yeah… so things are pretty much looking the same. I also took my measurements and you can find them under the measurements tab.

I’ve only managed to lose one inch around my waist this month and an inch in my boobs. I’m so ready for those suckers to shrink!

This little bit of shrinkage has caused my favorite Lululemon pants to shimmy down every time I run in them. I want to be happy about this, but I LOVE those pants!

I’ve only got 4 weeks until summer so I’ve been doing some soul searching as to what I need to change to be more successful. The obvious is to forgo sushi and Chick-Fil-A but I don’t think that is my only problem.

I’ve toyed with the idea of participating in the Whole30. Another blogger directed my attention to it. It lasts for thirty days meaning I will have completed it just in time for summer. It sounds crazy restrictive but what drew my attention to it was the fact that it’s supposed to help balance out your hormones. Since I struggle with PCOS ,a hormone disorder that causes me to gain weight, I’m thinking it might be a wise choice.

My reservations about it lie in the fact that I feel like it’s only a temporary fix. There is no way I could sustain that way of eating forever.

In the mean time I’ve finally renewed my prescription of Metformin which is supposed to help with my insulin resistance. I go back in a month for blood work to see if I need to see an endocrinologist.

Until then I’ll keep chugging away…

Have you ever heard of the Whole30? What are your thoughts?

And how did your week go? I’d love to know.


Yesterday was kind of rough. Penelope has a cold and Brent was working so that means that mommy didn’t get to go to the gym.

After I put Penelope to bed I was exhausted even though I had barely left the house. I hadn’t been able to take a shower or clean my house. I just kind of felt like a failure for being able to accomplish nothing but keeping my infant alive.

I wanted to sit down on the couch and get lost in some sort of mindless tv while I ate a pint of ice cream. I couldn’t though, I had a few emails I needed to check for school but as a habit I got on Facebook. As soon as I logged on this picture was the first thing I saw…


My initial reaction was… “Great! Another muscled up hot chick who can feel free to fling her hair around in reckless abandon to show off her six-pack abs because she’s never had the pleasure of encountering pregnancy induced hemroids.”

Even though the picture kind of pissed me off I stared anyway. Then I saw the name of the Facebook page advertising this photo… Kellfire.

Holy Crap, that’s my friend Kelly! I didn’t recognize her because she’s usually got her hair awkwardly sticking out of headgear while she’s practicing jujitsu with the fighters at Factory X.

She and her husband own Performance MMA and Performance Labs where she offers personal training and nutrition counseling. Oh… and she has three boys. So, I was totally off on that whole reckless abandon thing. I have always idolized her simply because she chases after her goals without fear and somehow manages to run businesses and raise three kids at the same time.

I knew she was fit but… DAMN!

Kelly and I met about four years ago when we did Muay Thai together at Factory X. We partnered up a lot to hold pads and became quick friends. That is until she asked to be my Facebook friend and I discovered that this was her profile picture…

mean kelly

At that moment I wasn’t so sure I wanted to hold pads for her anymore. Just to give you an idea, this is what my profile picture looked like at the time…


“You guys want some cupcakes?”

Over time I got to know Kelly even better and discovered that she was pretty awesome. She’s written a book about working out during pregnancy and she did her best to help me while I was pregnant. She would send my husband sneaky recipes to try to get me to keep eating protein since I was too sick  to eat anything of nutritional value. She also taught a cardio kickboxing class that I went to until my uterus got too big.

After I had Penelope I was a mess. I was trying to breastfeed but I was having so many complications from the hormonal imbalances from just giving birth and PCOS. I wanted to lose weight but was scared of what that might do to my milk supply. Kelly breastfed all three of her boys so I turned to her for constant advice.

During this time she created a meal plan for me. Once a week she emailed me a list of recipes and types of foods. She told me what to eat and when to eat it. When she works with a client she gathers all of your information and measurements, including when you get your period and she develops plans meant just for you. She keeps constant council with you and makes adjustments accordingly.

She provided me the meal plan and the tools I needed to be successful and I got down to 203 shortly after. (Two pounds lower than I am today after two months of weight loss blogging.)

But I wasn’t ready for it. I was suffering from a significant dose of postpartum depression and I couldn’t seem to wrap my head around anything. I felt ashamed and overwhelmed.

I stopped doing what Kelly was telling me to do and I felt like I was the worst friend ever. She had put in so much work and invested so much interest to my success. All that she wanted was for me to believe in myself… but I just couldn’t do it.

Obviously, things have changed. If you look through the first posts of this blog you can see me still struggling. The hardest part about weight loss is the mental aspect. If you aren’t mentally prepared it’s not going to work. A lot of the time people feel like they’ve failed when they struggle. It’s important to realise that this is part of the whole process. Struggling is part of the journey. If you accept your short comings and refuse to give up despite them then you are destined for success.

What I’ve discovered is that when you screw up it isn’t the picking yourself up part that is hard. It’s laying on the ground acknowledging that you just fell that sucks the most. You can awkwardly lay there and hope that nobody noticed your trip up or you can simply acknowledge it, have a laugh and get up knowing that it won’t be the last time that you fall.

I feel like I am finally mentally ready for the changes that are taking place. Does that mean I won’t screw up? No. I’m gonna screw up but I’ll be okay with it and carry on.

You can tell when I have used the methods Kelly has taught me because that is when I have good weigh-ins.

Every time I get lazy and try to find an easier way and stray, my weight stays stagnant.

I mean, the woman knows what she is talking about…

sexy kelly

She works with the professional fighters at Factory X to help them cut weight for their fights without losing their muscle mass. But her favorite clients are the moms who are looking to find themselves again.

She loves helping women find their strength, not only on the outside but on the inside too. She gets a thrill out of helping someone realise what they are capable of.

After seeing Kelly’s Kellfire facebook page and looking at her hottie pictures I had a renewed sense of motivation.

I went into the bathroom and ripped off my shirt before getting in the shower. I looked passed the smudged mascara and dirty hair and I flexed my muscles… and I saw her. That girl who is waiting to come out.

As the steam covered my reflection in the mirror I knew that somewhere underneath the stretch marks and fluffy skin that I’ve got a six-pack just like Kelly’s. She believes it is possible to uncover so why shouldn’t I?

I asked Kelly if she could provide her services at a distance just in case any of you were interested and she said that she could definitely do that.

So there you have it folks. If you are looking for someone to light a fire under your ass she’s your gal… Kellfire.

You can find out more information about her at theperformancelabs.com. You can also check out my very first failed attempt at a weight loss blog on her site 😉

Call me crazy because here I am trying again… so goes the theme of my life.

See you tomorrow on weigh-in day!

Week 7 Weigh-In and the Sugar Break Up

Fortunately, weighing in the day after Valentine’s Day isn’t as traumatic as weighing in the day after Christmas. However, it does have its drawbacks. I woke up this morning feeling like poop.

I know you are probably thinking I might be a little hung over from a romantic night spent drinking wine and gazing into my husband’s eyes. But sadly this is not the case. Instead I think I am hung over from the “free day” grease fest that took place yesterday. Sexy huh?

Not only did we go to Cherry Cricket to eat super sloppy greasy cheese burgers.. and fries… and onion rings. But we also had pizza and hot wings for dinner. We put Penelope to bed at seven grabbed a beer and nestled onto the couch (with Bridget wedged in between us) for a Bones marathon on Netflix.

When I woke up my fingers looked like sausages and standing on the scale was the last thing that I wanted to do.

I did it anyway and the scale read 207.4.

This isn’t bad considering what went down the day before. Plus the fact that I am capable of putting on a good five pounds of water weight at any given moment.

After weighing in I went downstairs and made my usual weigh-in day sugar coffee and took a bite out of one of the left over cupcakes from Bridget’s Valentine’s Day class party. That’s when I decided that sugar and I need to break up… again.


After this one last fling.


The rest of the cupcakes went into the trash and my body proceeded to spend the rest of the day rejecting the food that it had ingested in the name of love.

Seriously, it’s amazing how your body reacts to eating crap when you’re not used to it anymore.

March is coming up and this is always the month that I start to get excited about summer’s arrival. Since Operation Lululemon was such a success I felt like another challenge was in order.

I’ve decided to give up all processed sugars for the next 2 weeks. For the past seven weeks I have drastically cut down my sugar intake but I still allow myself the occasional indulgence every now and then. I’ve decided that it’s time to tighten things up a bit.

I’m doing this challenge for two reasons:

1. I’m about to start taking Metformin again to help with my PCOS symptoms. Metformin is great, but it has a tendency to give you diarrhea if you take it and eat sugar (not awesome). It also takes a while for your body to adjust to the medication so I figured I would have a better time with this if I just cut out all processed sugars completely for a while.

2. I am hoping to kick-start my body into a more aggressive weight loss. I’m hoping to begin March in the 100’s. This is pretty ambitious and I’m not sure if I’ll be able to pull it off. I just think that breaking out of the two hundred pound mark for the first time since having Penelope will do great things for my psyche in terms of motivation.

I’m also planning on limiting my bread and grain intake. This is only temporary and is served as a means of cleansing out the crap I just got done eating and restarting the whole weight loss engine. I’ll be focusing mainly on consuming fruits, vegetables, nuts, lean meats and legumes. I’m also going to focus on drinking more water. I think I may be a bit on the dehydrated side.

This isn’t an easy challenge and you’re going to have to rely on my honesty about how well it’s going. You’ll be able to tell if I’m sticking to it by the tone of the next few posts. If I’m a bit grumpy, you know I’m doing it right… nobody is chipper after a break-up.

I hate you sugar, it’s over! I didn’t mean it, I love you.

Oh man… and the cycle continues.