Why Must Healthy Be So Hard?

I want to eat healthy. I really do. It’s not like I go to the grocery each week thinking, “Gee, what can I buy that will add pounds to my waistline and double digits to my cholesterol?”

But there are lots of things that get in the way of providing the healthiest food for my family. First is the issue of time. Aaron works his 40 hours for the day job, then comes home to work his second job (writing for a movie website) most of the evening. I have nursing school, blogging, and caring for two needy little girls. Breakfasts are simple waffles or bagels, lunches most often consist of sandwiches, and dinners must be made quickly, with as few steps as possible. This requires a reliance on convenience foods.

Second is the issue of cost. Have you noticed how healthy food seems to cost more? Of course convenience foods are more expensive, but even fresh produce is costly. I hate having to choose between healthy or cheap foods, and when the choice needs to be made, I usually choose healthier foods for the girls, and junk for Aaron and I. And then I feel bad that I had to make that choice.

Those are excuses, though. I know we need to eat better. There are several convenience foods that are healthy, saving me time and calories all in one. And while I currently buy organic only for the girls (we buy two milks – organic for Cordy, regular for us), and they eat more fruits and veggies than Aaron and I do, it’s time for all of us to start eating better.

I’m trying to look at it this way: the costs of buying healthier foods may be high, but heart disease, obesity, high cholesterol, cancer, and all of the other health consequences that go along with those are even more expensive. And dying early is not something I’d like to consider, either.

How do I plan to start? I want to increase the amount of veggies we eat, using frozen to help with quick preparation. I love the little single-serve frozen veggie trays available nowadays, giving me an easy option at lunch when I’m rushing to fill sippy cups, bottles, and Disney plates.

Also, I want to make an effort to eat less meat when we can (I believe this was NoMeatPoWeek?). OK, this one will be hard, considering my husband is practically a carnivore. I’m already starting to show him that beef isn’t the only edible animal out there, and that chicken, turkey and pork can be tasty, too. I want to make organic choices where we can, too, especially when it comes to meat and milk.

The hardest part of all of this is weaning us off of the junk. We like our Doritos, our frozen pizzas, and our ice cream bars. And chocolate – oh, I don’t know if I can give that up. Moderation is good, right?

This is all part of a larger plan for me. I’m hitting the point where I’m sick of feeling fat (what? you didn’t know? oh, well, there’s a post coming on that topic in the next week!), and I think making some healthier choices when it comes to eating will be a good start in the process of living healthier. Although you may have to pry the chocolate out of my cold, dead hands.

This post was part of the Healthy Living Blog Blast being hosted by The Parent Bloggers Network and sponsored by Kroger. Want a chance to win a $50 Kroger gift card? You have until midnight Pacific time (that’s 3am here, local folks!) to write a post about how your family plans to live more healthfully in 2008.



Haiku Friday: Motivation

Crawling: it turns out
all Mira needed was the
right motivation.

I’m glad the video camera was right next to my chair to capture that. It was more of a flopping fish/army crawl, but it was forward movement. She’s only eight months old – I’m not expecting her to pop up and do a proper crawl yet.

Until Tuesday we had gone about it all wrong during tummy time. We held out toys like a carrot on a stick, urging her to push forward and grab for the toy. She had no interest.

But food? Food is worth crawling for, especially when it’s your big sister’s PB&J and goldfish.

She gave a repeat performance yesterday, although I was upstairs switching the laundry at the time and came down to find Mira with two fistfuls of half-eaten sandwich in her hands.

I suppose it’s good to know what motivates your kids, right?

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Blow Ye Mighty Winds

How windy was it last night?

Allow me to show you just how windy it was.

Cordy’s play barn:

(photo from over a year ago – OMG look at how little she was!)

The barn this morning:

(No worries, it will go back together. But it’s never been completely flattened by the weather before.)


Pingu Skates Into Our Hearts

Maybe I was the last one out there to have heard of Pingu? Apparently this little claymation penguin was taking the preschool world by storm on PBS Sprout while I was watching Noggin.

But when Parent Bloggers asked me to review the first DVD, Pingu: On Thin Ice, I jumped at the chance without even knowing the story. It was about penguins, and Cordy likes penguins, so that was enough motivation for me.

Click here to read the full review…



You Learn Something New Everyday

Where have I been? While I’d like to say I spent a long weekend frolicking on a beach or wrapped up in heavy blankets by the fireplace sipping hot chocolate and reading magazines, the truth is less glamorous. I’ve been devoting a lot of my time to studying pharmacology, postpartum assessment, and oh my god someone actually gave me the go-ahead to perform subcutaneous injections! On people, even! What were they thinking?

Oh, and if anyone ever tells you nursing school is a breeze, I give you full permission to slap them across the face and call them a no good, lying-liarly-fibbity-fib. I didn’t work half this hard to get my bachelors degree. (OK, it was in history, not exactly engineering, I know.) And I don’t remember grad school being this hard, either. I think I even had less to read in grad school.

So naturally I’m being torn apart by the conflicting pulls of full-time wife and mommy, mostly-full-time blogger, and full-time student. Please don’t interpret that as whining, though – I fully knew what I was getting myself into. I’m one of those compulsive busy people – if I’m not overbooked, I must find more projects to fill my time.

Sure, I get stressed out and miserable from trying to keep up, but if I were to drop something, you can bet I’d find something else to fill that void without even thinking about it. Which is why my Irish dance shoes are dusty, my knitting keeps getting put aside, the half-bath is still half-wallpapered, and Aaron will continue to nag me about sewing him a Jedi outfit. Like I said, it’s an addiction.

You think there’s a pill to fix that?

Oh wait – I’m the one studying pharmacology, aren’t I?

Anyway, back to what I intended to write about: they say that any day you learn something new is a good day. (Who are they? Um, I have no idea. Maybe I’m the only one who says that.) My first day on the postpartum unit for my clinical was Friday, and I did pick up one very important lesson along with the standard stuff we had to learn.

The hospital I was assigned to is inner-city, or as inner-city as you can get in this city. Many students were assigned to the cushy suburban hospitals, where they focus on providing swanky maternity wards with big screen TVs, hardwood floors and aromatherapy. This hospital is more concerned with all of the traumas that are being brought in the front doors and by helicopter. Maternity isn’t their chief concern. So you can imagine that many people who have a choice decide to not have their babies at this hospital.

Doing a health history for my patient, I look over all of the normal stuff: young, third child, no steady partner, drinks, smokes, little prenatal care, etc. We start talking about her support network, and I ask if she has any family she can depend on.

“Yeah, my dad helps me out, and my grandma drives me where I need to go. I don’t see my mom much anymore because she smokes.”

I keep going, finishing out the history and thanking her for letting students ask her a thousand questions. Later, reviewing the data with my clinical partner, I see that information again.

“Wait a second. She said she smokes a few cigarettes everyday, right?”

“Yeah.”

“So why did she say she no longer sees her mom because she smokes? That doesn’t make sense.”

While he didn’t show it on the outside, I’m sure he was rolling his eyes at me inwardly. “She meant crack. Her mom smokes crack.”

It was like the light of not-so-divine revelation shined down on me. “Ooooooooo, OK. I get it now,” I replied.

Somehow I feel a little less innocent now.

Clinical Day 1 Lesson: Always ask for clarification when using the term “smokes”.

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