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?

Week 20 Weigh-in

high cholesterol

So I have some good news and some bad news. I’ll start with the bad so that I can end with a little redemption.

A few days ago I had gone to my doctor’s office for a blood test to see how my hormone levels were. Since I suffer from PCOS my doctor wanted to know if they needed to send me to an endocrinologist for further analysis. It took five minutes, I walked in walked out and was good.

Yesterday I was driving home from dropping Bridget off at school and got a phone call from a number I didn’t recognize. When I answered it was Maria, my doctor. We had met doing crossfit together, there’s a bonding that forms during those WODs  so we’re on first name basis. (I’m sure you understand.)

Maria is never the one to call me. Usually it’s another person in the office.

Immediately she started off with, “Nina, I’m calling to talk to you about your high cholesterol levels…” I don’t remember what else she said immediately after that.

While she was talking my brain was talking to me at the same time. “Cholesterol levels? What the heck is she talking about? She must have grabbed the wrong chart and accidentally called the wrong person.”

I wasn’t prepared to hear any of this information so I didn’t absorb as much as I wish I had looking back. I caught a number in the 240’s and some other numbers. She said that the level was so high that they would normally recommend putting me on medication but since I’m a young woman (32) they try not to do that in case I were to get pregnant.

At this point I said something like, “Whoa, whoa, whoa… this is too weird! I’ve been eating as healthy as possible and working out whenever I can. I’ve dropped thirty pounds since Christmas. This doesn’t make any sense.”

That’s when she delved into the fact that it could just be hereditary. She asked me if it was. The truth is I only know half of my genetics. My dad isn’t my biological dad. He met and married my mom when I was really young and took over from there. I’ve been told that I’ve inherited his smile but that had nothing to do with genetics. As far as my biological dad is concerned I know… well, nothing.

Maria told me that she would send me some literature on what I can do diet and exercise wise and that we would schedule an appointment three months down the road to check it again.

I got off the phone with a blank face, totally confused by what had transpired.

I shared the news with Brent when I got home and he reassured me while simultaneously googling ways to lower cholesterol. The only thing I could possibly do differently was eat less meat. If I have ground beef I eat only the leanest I can find and for the most part I eat chicken.

If I had received this news at the very beginning of my weight loss journey I wouldn’t have found it to be such a shock. At this point I don’t really know what else to do.

You know that saying “It only matters what’s on the inside”? Well apparently my insides belong to that of a middle-aged man with a prominent beer belly.

I did some research and found that women who suffer from PCOS are at a risk for developing high cholesterol among other things that turn you into a troll (no offense).

I’ve been working on going from this…


Back to this…


So I did what every respectable daddy’s girl does… I called my dad.

He told me that when he refused to take medicine for high cholesterol his doctor recommended a few supplements… Niacin and Red Yeast Rice.

I immediately went to Whole Foods and found a combination of the two with CoQ10 a strong antioxidant that is supposed to support lowering your cholesterol.


I felt so much better after talking to my dad and having something that might be able to help solve the problem. We’ll see how it goes. Until then keep your fingers crossed for me.

In other news, I’ve turned into quite the hottie over the past few days.

Have you ever noticed my subtitle, “An Attempt At Keeping My Thighs From Eating My Shorts”? Well, I wasn’t kidding.

However, these days my gams are looking quite nice if I do say so myself. Nice enough to buy a new pair of shorts to hold me over until I hit 187. That’s when I’ve earned another trip to Lululemon.


Please don’t judge the smudges in my mirror this was an impromptu pic (at least I’m not doing the duck face).

This picture was actually taken right after I had jumped on the scale to find that I weigh 192.4. That’s such a great number considering my most frequent form of exercise has been walking to Starbuck’s for iced coffee due to my back injury hiatus.

This high cholesterol business sucks but the silver lining is that I’ve got more than my vanity to worry about at this point. If I keep fighting the good fight then I’m certain that things will eventually fall into place.

Enough about me… how was your week?

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.