Happy July 4th! Freedom rings and fruit reigns!

Ok....so we all know that we overeat on holidays.  It doesn't just have to be Thanksgiving and Christmas either. Actually July 4th is one of the times we consume the most calories because of the types of food we eat.  Let's not forget about dessert!  Going along with Casey's post, try making fruit the star of the dessert table!  If you make it visually appealing, people (and I mean me:) are less likely to head to the red, white and blue cake/pie and it doubles as a centerpiece saving not only calories, but money!  Try your hand at this ez watermelon cake only stick a firecracker in the top instead of a #1 candle! If that is too hard try the skewers (and you even get a little chocolate with them!).  Whatever you do..TRY!  WE CAN DO THIS! Make the 4th a celebration of freedom and our health too!  Happy 4th!
cake link: http://seemyfootprints.blogspot.com/2010/02/1st-birthday-quinns-all-fruit-cake.html
kabobs link: http://sixinthesuburbsblog.blogspot.com/2012/05/caterpillar-grape-kabobs.html
Hugs,
Debbie
P.S. Banging your head on a wall burns 150 calories an hour...NOW doesn't it sound like a great idea to stick with yummy fruit?! :)
http://maxellah.tripod.com/useless.htm

Eat less and exercise more = GARBAGE

Eat less and exercise more is the key to losing weight and maintaining optimal health, right? WRONG   WRONG   WRONG

I just watched a video presentation by Robert Lustig, Pediatric doctor at UC-San Francisco. In his presentation "Sugar: The Bitter Truth," he argues the following statements:

The obesity epidemic throughout the world is not caused by a bunch of slothful, weak-willed individuals that choose to gorge themselves on food. The obesity epidemic is caused by....... drum roll please......... Fructose.

As in sugar... as in high fructose corn syrup... as in the crap that is nearly every processed food that we eat and drink, from orange juice to ketchup to whole grain bread to baby formula.

Throughout his presentation, he proves that:

• Fructose is an addictive toxin that suppresses the body's chemical "stop eating" signals and causes the body to turn 30% of the calories it provides into fat.


• The correlation between the introduction of high fructose corn syrup and sky-rocketing obesity rates is irrefutable.


• Fructose has short and long term effects that are similar to alcohol and should be classified and controlled by the federal government (just like alcohol is), except this is unlikely to happen due to economic pressures.

As some of you know, I was recently instructed by my doctor that I need to follow a low-glycemic index diet. I will be documenting my experience in upcoming blogs, including the experience of eliminating sugar from my diet. More to come.

In the meantime, watch the video below and be blown away:

7-part Video series (click link to see all videos in the series):

http://www.uctv.tv/skinny-on-obesity/



Original presentation:

or watch the video here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0z5X0i92OZQ&feature=related

It is the length of a movie, so give yourself plenty of time to watch.

Interesting and thought-provoking quote: "Where ever there is fructose in nature, there is also fiber. Except honey, and that is guarded by bees."

Thank you

How does one cope with the knowledge that terrible, horrible things happen?

And I don't even mean all of those atrocities that you read about but rarely, if ever, see. I mean the ones that are close to home. Someone you love gets sick... A beloved pet gets older... Your own certain death looms like a mountain forever on the horizon (so large and ominous that you can never tell how far it is away). Add to that the million other fears and anxieties...

Pardon the darkness of this post so far. I promise it will get better.

This evening, while trying to go to bed, I was overcome by terror. Images of those I love and the moments of pain that I've seen or imagined them going through flashed through my mind. Rapid fire fears of my own future mixed within these thoughts. Unable to escape or turn my mind away from these fears, I felt like I was undergoing the Ludovico Technique. Was God trying to condition me against thoughts of doom and gloom by holding my mind fixated on those very things?

If Dustin or anyone were to have looked at me, they would have seen a peaceful, resting woman with eyes closed and head nestled into a pillow. Would they have been shocked to peel away that facade and uncover the raging sea of fear and worries spiraled out of control within me!

Yes, this seems melodramatic. But have you ever felt so swept away by fear of the unknown that even the value of life is overshadowed by its horrors? That you begin to question, "What on God's green earth is the point to all of THIS!"? If you have not had this feeling, and you are thinking "Wow, Casey is totally losing it," then... wow, are we on the same planet?

Now, don't worry. Nothing happened to elicit this episode of fear except a recent, but short-lived bout of stomach bug that got me thinking about sickness in general. Which led me down a dark path of thought (see above). But stop fretting: really, I'm fine.

But back to that moment, when I was lying in bed entrapped by the very scary realization that I, and everyone I love, are MORTAL. And that life is often terrifying and exceedingly uncomfortable. And there is little anyone can do to prevent or predict the bad parts. Really, no warning at all? Even my cell phone has a low battery warning message. Couldn't have God thought of something like that?

Instead, we are reduced to thinking and worrying and obsessing at the exact time we should be trying to go to sleep. So I ask again, How does one cope? How can I go one more minute without screaming at the top of my lungs from the fear of it all?

At the moment I thought I might scream, thus disturbing what appeared to be Dustin's peaceful sleep, I choose to pray.

Here is a partial transcript of that prayer: "Dear God, please help me be stronger when facing scary things. But wait... How will you do that? Will your method of making me stronger involve making me go through scary stuff? Wait, I'm not sure I like that... can I think about my request a bit more?" (How does God put up with me?)

Regardless of my totally pathetic, inadequate prayer, it was answered. Immediately. The thought came into my mind to think about the good memories I have. Dustin filled my mind, our wedding, all the silly stuff he does and all of the fun we have. I thought about all of my family and what I love about each and every one of them. I thought about Raz and how good it feels to cuddle with him. Memories started flooding my mind, filling it even more quickly than the fears previously had. I was skipping from memory to memory like a kid in a candy store. A catalog of beautiful events and wonderful people. And then came the tears. Happy, happy tears. Every happy thing I remembered brought on a fresh wave of crying.

And suddenly, when just moments ago when I was on the verge of screaming, it was all ok. Everything was ok.

I still couldn't sleep (hence this post), but I had an answer to my question. How do I cope with fears of the future? Just remember the past. Luckily, thanks to wonderful parents and loving friends and family, I have a beautiful past to remember. Thus the title of my post: Thank you.

Vacation

Vacations are bitter sweet. You enjoy seeing family & that always involves eating. It seems a very difficult time to stay on track with good eating habits. I'm back home now & trying to get back on track which is a struggle in its self. I feel like the person who fell off the wagon. As I head back to weight watchers it is such a support to hear everyone say what I've been thinking. Now I know I'm not alone in these thoughts & I can start again. I can do it I keep telling myself.

Let them eat cake... just steer me to the fruit tray!

Today, I went to a campus event that had tons of dessert and cheese items. When I walked into the room, I actually said "oh crap..." outloud! I felt the Weight Watchers wagon start to tip. Stubbornly, I retreated to the nearest armchair and read a magazine, removing myself from the party and trying not to look at everyone's expression of food-induced ecstasy. "I think I can... I think I can..." I was holding strong but feeling fragile.

As I watched someone pop a big juicy strawberry in her mouth, I remembered something brilliant: Fruit is free! I loaded up from the fruit platter and joined the nearest group to mingle. Score!

Once back in the safety of my office, I had a thought: I could have taken from that party memories of a yummy, but guilt inducing confection and a sense of failure. Instead, I took from the experience a sense of pride and a memory of accomplishment. I'm glad for my choice.

Welcome to The Kitchen Stink!

The goal of this blog is to unite a group of women dedicated to good health and clean eating. Let's clean up our dirty eating habits one post at a time!