Just Dropping By: Umbrella, Taxes, Messes, and Murphy’s Law

What good is it to have a blog if you never actually write on it?
Between here or there it seems like I just haven’t had the urge to write lately in general. I’m tired. I’m in a constant state of “busy.” Business is going well, but myself and my staff are all borderline haggard due to whatever winter related maladies and never ending viruses we keep passing back and forth. The general public breathing all over you on a daily basis thing…

That coupled with a few nights of less than adequate sleep and all of a sudden your immune system is compromised and it’s too late so you just cross your eyes, cover your mouth when you cough, and deal with it.

We are coming up on one of our busiest weeks of the year, Ridgway Rendezvous, the biggest chainsaw carver festival in the world, and every year I promise myself I will be well rested, well prepared, and coast my way through this fun but chaotic time.

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The Consequences of “Fitness”

I look back on the past 5 months of my life, and I really don’t even know how to go about putting together a coherent post about what I really want to say.
It all started with a self imposed social media hiatus. This was a long time coming, as I had been using blogging, twitter, and everything in between to fuel some really poor habits. I think maybe more than a few people can relate to this, so I will put it bluntly, and I will put it honestly.

There is so much more to life than trying to be the fittest person on the planet.

Over the past few years, I watched myself transform from a severely overweight girl who was depressed, lacked the confidence to thrive, and had a horribly fucked up relationship with food to… A thin, more muscular, depressed girl who lacked the confidence to thrive and had a seriously fucked up relationship with food and working out.

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Nobody ever accused me of being the brightest crayon…

Oh hi guys!

I’ve got a good one for you.

Did you hear about the girl who deferred her 50k entry after blogging for weeks about how gloriously it was coming along and how awesome and inspired she was about it?

You didn’t?!

Well, that’s because she really didn’t want to write this swear wording post.

Obviously if I didn’t, though, I would be a giant toolbox, so I figured I would just sit down and try and type from my heart.

Here’s the deal.  For the next two plus weeks of my life, everything gets chaotic and hazy.  I play hostess here at Jordan’s for hundreds of chainsaw carvers and thousands of tourists.  I am lucky if I sit down and eat a meal before midnight on any given day.  I am truly blessed if I actually get more than 5 hours of sleep in a night.  Running?

Well, I do a lot of it.  Just not in the conventional sense.  Running food, yes.  Running to the liquor store, sure.  Running up and down the basement steps with 50 pound boxes of potatoes in hand… it definitely happens. Read More Nobody ever accused me of being the brightest crayon…

Living the Ultra Life – Week 2 – Those Purposeful Feels

What can I possibly say about this second week of training for my first 50k?
Well, for starters, I forgot how fan-freaking-tastic it feels to be on a regular training schedule. And by fantastic, I mean, I’m hungry, tired, achey, tired, and pretty much exhausted and hungry.

But most importantly, I am exceptionally happy.

This week was the one where things started clicking for me. Where I realized that I had not in fact lost all of the tiny shreds of athletic ability I once had in spite of my Injury. This week was the first time in a long time that I became utterly and absolutely convinced that I am fully capable of finishing this ultra… If I stay on course that is.

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Nike+ Fuelband SE – Back to Track

In case you were wondering, I have been on a weight loss adventure for some time now.

In 2015-ish I was tired of being tired all the time. Sick of being sick. And mostly, fed up with being fat and all the bad stuff that comes along with it. It is sad that you can be the best at what you do career-wise, a kind person, bright, educated… whatever, and still your main monicker is “that chubby girl.”

Honestly, losing 80-ish pounds wasn’t hard. Obviously, there were moments when I wanted nothing more than to lay in bed and eat Big Macs, but as soon as I fell into a routine, embraced the world of fitness, and found foods and exercise plans that I actually enjoyed, everything kind of fell into place.

I attribute a lot of my success to technological advances that simplify daily activities like tracking calories and workouts. I don’t know what people did before Myfitnesspal. Not having to pen and paper and journal and research made life so easy for me. And initially, the calories in calories out process worked wonders to jump start my weight loss.

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Sweet Potato Latkes … aka Sweet Potatoes for those who “hate” sweet potatoes

In my opinion, there are two “camps” in terms of sweet potatoes. Those full of people who love them and can’t get enough, and those who “hate” them. Personally, I think most of the haters have never experienced an amazing sweet potato. They write them off as something that comes out of a can in the form of mush and is then slathered in a bunch of sugar and marshmallows so that you can’t taste the lingering aluminum.

I used to “hate” sweet potatoes.
Now I eat them nearly every day. Generally, I just throw one in the oven when I get to work, and get to it when I get to it.

The fiancé is in the “hate” sweet potatoes school. This recipe, however, has proven to be a middle ground. I created it specifically with him in mind, but we also served it at the bar as a weekend special, where it went over quite well.
Dip these little latkes in whatever you want – I suggest a Greek yogurt/Sriracha mixture for a quick protein boost.

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Who am I?

Way back in the early 2000’s, there was this boy.

I could probably start 80% of my high school vignettes with that very statement. Although in my younger years I was quite avant-garde, with the tattoos and the Russian literature, the zebra mini skirts, the Misfits cover band, the neon blue MG convertible and a proclivity for smoking doobies down by the train tracks… I was also very quick to fall in love.

More often than not, it wasn’t with kindred souls. A really good example of this is a boy we will call Joe.

All I can really remember about him is that we were in plays together, he was very musically inclined, and he wore khakis. He was a good looking boy, and sometimes he would give me rides home from play practice. But that was about that.

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Grandma is a muse

This work week started off with the notion that I was going to have to deal with a kind of crappy situation.

If you’ve ever worked in the service industry, I am sure you can commiserate, especially with the fact that burn out is inevitable, no matter what your position is.

Whether you are a bartender, wait tables, cook, seat people, run a cash register… there will come a point in time where you hate your life. I’m sure this goes with any business, however, in the service industry, we are more likely to blame our hatred on our career than our actual personal choices.

I caught wind on Sunday night that one of my morning cooks was on the verge of a full-blown freak-out, and from the snippy email she sent to my mother in law, her rage was directed solely at me.

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The Driver’s Guide to Hitting Pedestrians – and when did my life start going that direction?

I am one of those readers who will latch on to an author and start to wildly binge on everything I can get my hands on as quickly as possible.

Not every author, I’m not that easily persuaded. But there have been a few men who have touched my life in ways they will never know. When I first got a taste of Crime and Punishment in the 8th grade, Dostoyevsky became my first true love.

Slaughterhouse-Five spawned the next wave. I was a freshman in college and I blew all my beer money on everything Kurt Vonnegut I could get my hands on.
In 2008, Chuck Palahniuk came into my world as a throwaway. My sister had a copy of Rant, and she couldn’t get through the first 20 pages before casting it aside to her weird sibling. I spent that whole summer living in a trailer in Amish country, drinking Bud pounders, and pummeling through every page of twisted, satirical, eloquent gore and filth. Read More The Driver’s Guide to Hitting Pedestrians – and when did my life start going that direction?

Cross Country Time!

I have been really struggling this winter to get my head on straight, stay motivated, and not just disappearing underneath a sea of blankets and fluffy bathrobes in favor of being my normal active self.

The ankle injury obviously gave me a great excuse to just work/sleep/eat/sleep for a minute, but since then I’ve been having a hard time wanting to do anything.
My post about trying to ultra train in the gym – when I looked back at that a day later, all I could think was, no wonder. No wonder I’m welling with ultra doubts. No wonder I am dreading training. No wonder I am fairly bitchy anytime I’m not eating or sleeping.

Ultra for me means not only pushing myself in an athletic endeavor but adventure. There really is nothing too adventurous about running on a treadmill unless you do it backwards. The adrenaline rush of climbing a hand over foot hill doesn’t even begin to translate to a jaunt on the stair stepper.

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