tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77986438984321685132024-02-06T18:14:24.841-08:00Raw Food TalesOne woman's journey into the world of raw foods.RachelRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08056675573954253185noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7798643898432168513.post-41979837500441715472013-04-22T17:48:00.001-07:002013-04-22T17:48:22.648-07:00Clean eating and buying a house both on trackJust a short entry to report that yesterday and today I ate very clean (all Paleo except for hummus that I enjoyed last evening) and also to report that today I put an offer in on a house that I am totally in love with. I am sure my dreams tonight will be filled with all of the things I want to do to that house. I noticed that when I wake up in the middle of the night to feed Marilyn I am often in the midst of a dream. I wish I could start jotting down what the dream content is... maybe I'll try to when her bottle is warming up. Well that's it for this entry, I am working on a presentation that I have to give on Wednesday at work. In true Hopkins fashion I have procrastinated... not unlike most psychiatry attendings I know when they are preparing their grand rounds...RachelRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08056675573954253185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7798643898432168513.post-84962753120994646602013-04-20T19:49:00.001-07:002013-04-20T19:49:24.790-07:00Whole Life Challenge and buying a house!The Whole Life Challenge went very well, then it ended... in the midst of me beginning a serious house search. Needless to say I have nervously/anxiously been out of my mind hungry this past week, and indulged just a little... I did not get crazy with portion sizes, but I made some choices that I'm really not proud of. I willfully admit that I enjoyed the 2 donut holes, the pretty triangle-shaped brownie with swirly chocolate frosting, the egg roll, the white rice with soy sauce, the lovely hummus topped with olive oil, the spicy home-made chili full of beans, the many tablespoons of creamy peanut butter, the small piece of an amazing cinnamon roll, and the several fig newton's and so-called 'healthy' organic oreo knock-offs... DAMN what a slob of disgusting foods! I do not believe in regret. But I do believe in guilt. The verdict is still out on shame. I mean, I am utterly opposed the the whole idea of regret, but I cannot decide on shame. Well, I have painted a pretty grim picture, when in fact I am entirely okay with myself. Mainly I am okay with these awful choices because they ended about an hour ago. NINE whole days completely off paleo is enough to make my ass start growing visibly larger AND my digestive tract to pain me in the morning, and that's enough for me to pull back on the reigns and get back to the natural state of affairs. Hence back to PALEO! Damn I am glad I do not believe in regret, cuz I'd be in some regretful pit of badness right now if I did. Okay, okay, that's guilt talking! Hahahahaha! The absolute BEST thing I did during the Whole Life Challenge was to outright refuse to weigh myself more than every 8 weeks or so for the rest of the year. Thank God for that because I would not want to see the damage the last 9 days have done represented by some number. I say the rest of the year because at some point in 2014 I will be pregnant with baby #2 and the scale will then be very helpful to keep track of myself... okay a whole other topic entirely.
I'll be posting my boring food log daily, mainly to stay accountable to myself and to pat myself on the back when I do a good job. I'm a long, long way from getting back to my pre-baby #1 weight/size and my precious baby is already 5 months old. However, as of the end of the Whole Life Challenge (ahem, 9 days ago) I was 37 pounds down from where I was the day I came home from the hospital with my newborn. About 15 of those pounds came off during the 8-week challenge. Not being completely obsessed with the scale any longer, I'm not as concerned with losing another 20 pounds, though it would be nice... but I am obsessed with getting stronger. I am completely in love with weight training, though I currently only spend about an hour most days doing it... I am not training to be a competitive athlete, that will never be a goal of mine as long as I am having babies, which will be for the next 5 years or so- I am training to have fun! Once we have our house we will be setting up our garage to be able to lift at home, which is of course going to be in addition to the lifting I do at my CrossFit gym. Well, I have sufficiently managed to babble for a long time. I seriously do not know why anyone would read this whole rambling post. Which is funny because I read plenty of rambling blogs. If you are still reading please post a comment. Even just a 'what's up!' will do!!!
RachelRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08056675573954253185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7798643898432168513.post-74035340539549850962013-04-16T18:52:00.002-07:002013-04-16T18:52:26.539-07:00Who are you?Who in the heck are the people that look at this blog I wonder?... maybe the random browser of blogs via blogger.com?... Anyhow, this will be super short. It was a wonderful day. I burned Marilyn's bottles while sterilizing them- while trying to multitask I forgot about them on the stove. But you know what, I never let things like that get to me :) There are more important things in life :) Like going to bed early! Hence the super short post... it is already 20 minutes later than I want to be in bed these days and I still have to shower. I haven't gotten back to strict paleo since the Whole Life Challenge ended last week, but I'm not going to sweat it just yet. I'm certain I will be fully back on the paleo-wagon in no time.
Tonight my dessert was vanilla almond milk mixed with stevia, ground cloves, chia seeds, peanut butter, and banana slices followed by a piece of lemon-infused dark chocolate. So delicious.
RachelRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08056675573954253185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7798643898432168513.post-55082250718235328972013-04-13T19:07:00.001-07:002013-04-13T19:07:17.521-07:00To blog or not to blog. Nutrition, babies, men, Mexican, taxes.I am sitting here in the living room while Cain stands over his top dresser drawer, which he has pulled out of his dresser and placed on the kitchen table, in search of his W2 form. It is April 13th. He is an organized and passionate man, as well as very serious about time-sensitive material. Yet, this year, with a baby on our hands, we have been less than organized.
I have decided to start blogging. Not because I think what I have to say should have any weight in the world or that I am particularly interesting, but because I believe in blogging as a form of therapy. I am admittedly very concerned with the whole issue of privacy, but I think we can sensibly agree that in this world if someone wants to know more about you they will find it out one way or the other anyway.
Cain has very interesting items in his dresser drawer... floss bands, catnip, a Van Halen CD, checkbooks, old credit cards, Chinese money, a library card, a sleep aid... he is announcing these findings to myself and our cats as he searches some more.
Okay, so on with my therapy. 2 days ago was the last day of the Whole Life Challenge. I am very bad with figuring out what to do after the end of things like this. It was a terrific 8 weeks of weight loss and strength gains for me. It started off when I was 3 months post-partum and today Marilyn turned 5 months. I still have around 20 pounds to lose and plan to do this by eating strict paleo with a cheat day every few weeks or so. Hence this blog. I feel like I really need to be accountable to someone outside of myself. I think this is because I am completely happy with who I am and with my place in the world regardless of what the scale says or how heavy the barbell I pick up is. However, I want to live a very long and very healthy life and I think that the best way to do this is to stay light and fit. That said, and I know this sounds very vain, I believe that the greatest accessory is a hot body (well, second to a baby of course, which is the greatest accessory of all time, lol). I enjoy putting on clothes without worrying if I will feel comfortable when I sit down or bend over. I miss it!
You see, I am rambling on now.... this is good! This is therapeutic! I feel sort of bad for you for reading this, but I promise this blog will offer up many goodies for your mind, heart, and body.
I'm getting sleepy. Cain is still looking for his W2. I'm going to bed in a couple of minutes. I am fading fast.
Okay yes, you guessed it, there is a confession in order. How did you know!? I did not eat paleo yesterday or today. I'm not ashamed or disapointed. I don't believe in regret. But I am frustrated with the realization that all of the work that I do in the next few days will only be to get me back to where I was physically a few days ago. I am FREE of weighing myself again until 6/20/13. When I do weigh myself again on 6/20/13 I want to be my pre-pregnancy weight again, but even more so I want my 1 rep ring-dip, 1 rep pull-up, 215 deadlift, and 155 back squat back. Those are not crazy goals. They aren't even big goals. I just want to be back at baseline. I may make a few more goals in the next week or two. This blog will track my journey. It will also contain seriously cute pictures of my baby girl and many other random entries. This blog is actually already boring me and I'm the writer. Oh well, like I said, you can be doing anything right now but you are reading this... Thanks... I'm falling asleep...RachelRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08056675573954253185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7798643898432168513.post-41527553685028563262012-08-14T17:49:00.002-07:002012-08-14T17:49:52.910-07:00The third trimester is finally here! (in 2 days...)Today I realized, being only a couple of days away from the official start of the third trimester, that this baby will be here before we know it. Then I immediately realized that I don't know if I'm more excited to actually have her finally be brought into the world OR to simply not be pregnant anymore. Obviously I am most excited to have a new baby girl, but I am happy that just as soon as that happens I get to simply no longer be pregnant. I know that sounds really weird. Being pregnant this body belongs to two people, me AND my baby. Yes, I plan to breastfeed, which means my body will still partially belong to her, but I will just be me again, versus me and a baby. I have to say though, carrying a baby has been one of the most amazing experiences imaginable. It is true that it is indescribable, that it is just odd and exceptionally incredible in a million ways to have a human growing in my belly. I have been blessed to have had a wonderful pregnancy thus far, which of course sets me up to look forward to several more pregnancies in the future. But alas, in 12 weeks (OMG!) THIS chapter of 'the first' will be closed, motherhood will begin, life will never be the same again (OMG, but in a good way!), and I will get to just be me again (and be 'mom', OMG!). RachelRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08056675573954253185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7798643898432168513.post-83752999831035673002012-07-16T13:24:00.001-07:002012-07-16T13:24:27.952-07:00Re-united with a long-lost love!It's been a long time since writing an entry, I suppose I have not been too inspired over the last couple of months. I did complete CrossFit Diesel's nutrition challenge, eating mostly paleo, and definitely could have written about that, but everytime I did something on the computer related to that it was filling out my food log on myfitnesspal.com.
This post is inspired by my new-found love of running. Since becoming pregnant 4+ months ago I admit I sort-of gave up on my love of running. It seemed that as I would get larger it would just become more difficult to keep up with the pace and mileage. Plus I CrossFit about 5 days per week and I know that would be sufficient to keep me fit throughout my pregnancy.
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Then I ran the NorthFace Endurance Challenge Relay Marathon (early June!) with friends from CrossFit and I just gotta tell ya, fate has a funny way of bringing things into your life that are really supposed to be there. I had asked about at least 4 people if they would want to take my 10K leg of the challenge and they were all unable for various very good reasons. As I could not come up with a very good reason to not do it I just figured, 'it's fate, I gotta do this'. No, being pregnant is never a good reason to not challenge yourself. Especially if it is a matter of doing something that prior to your pregnancy you could do with relative ease.
The night before the relay marathon there were severe thunderstorms with tornado's in the region (rare occurance in Maryland) and our power went out. When I found out that our power went out I momentarily felt relief. Relief that I would not have to do my part in the relay marathon. I thought maybe it would not really happen or that maybe if the apartment got very hot (no power means no A/C) then I would not be able to sleep all night and THAT would be a GREAT reason to not run. But just as soon as that idea came into my mind a moment later I knew that would not be enough. I knew I could not let the other runners down. And I really didn't want to let myself down.
I then asked a co-worker how the electricity going out could possibly get me out of running a 10K the next day. She said I could say my alarm never went off. I thought "I'm looking for an excuse, a really good reason, not a lie!" And I knew then that I was of course just fearing something I did not know. I did not know how my 4+ month pregnant body would deal with terrain and distance that I had not trained for. I didn't actually think it was silly that I did not train. Running 1-2 miles during various CrossFit WOD's was torture enough. I didn't train for this 10K because I did not want to put up with the repetitively disappointing running experiences I was having. I wanted to be surprised. I wanted to be forced to adapt to something as it was happening. I wanted to experience just where my comfort zone was and how malleable it might be under pressure.
A couple of hours prior to my start time I secretly brainstormed some 'scaling' options and checked with the relay marathon staff to be sure one option in particular would be acceptable. You see, 2.4 miles out on the course there is a rest-stop. Beyond this rest-stop there is a 1 point something mile loop in the woods and you return to the same rest-stop and retrace your steps back to the finish line. So I figured that if I was unsure about things when I got to the rest-stop I would just skip the mile loop and head back. I was so not happy with that option however, for several reasons. Anyone who can run 5 miles can run 6.25 miles. To skip 1.25 miles and have my team's time not be an official whole marathon distance is crap. Also, when Neale said the real trail terrain was in those woods I knew I had to get out there. I signed up for this trail race because I LOVE trail runs. I wish the entire course was out in the woods. That is what a true train race is! Hence I knew I was going to do the whole distance. Another 'scaled' option that was still on the table when I started the run was to simply go as slow as I needed to. But again, I did not want my team's timed score to heavily reflect someone with a major handicap. I did not want to go out there for a jog. I could jog at home on my own time. Why should I go for a jog in the woods on three other people's time? This was about running. This was a challenge. I needed to work my body up and then push. I needed to allow myself to not hold back.
As I received the transponder belt from Tyler and started moving, throwing the belt around my waist and snapping it on I knew I was going the whole distance, I knew I wasn't going to stop unless I was very uncomfortable, and I knew there would be a lot on the course that I did not expect. Of all three of these the last thing I knew suprised me the most. I did jog at a comfortable and only mildly challenging pace the first 2 miles, mostly to get my body ready for the second half which I knew I was going to push through. I was not even on the course for a tenth of a mile when my left ankle said 'HELLO I HATE THESE SNEAKERS!' Damn, I forgot about that! So for around 2 miles I had to pay attention to NOT toe striking on my left foot but always heal striking on that foot, which is of course against the natural way that I have been trained to run. Also, within the first quarter mile I got an ache in the right side of my abdomen, one of those aches like you just ate something, a cramp, but I had not eaten for about 45 minutes prior. Uh, annoying! That lasted at least a mile. There were other aches and pains here and there those first couple of miles, but then I was in the clear, I was in 'the zone'. I had a lot of doubt about how my body, with a 4-month old baby in my belly, was going to handle this, but in fact it was like my body started to scream at me 'what took you so long to get back to running!!!??' Once I was in the woods (the REAL trail!) I was then completely driven, pacing myself all the while, and so so happy!
I ended up finishing in 1:09, which I think is pretty good ;)
(I wrote this post within a week of the event, posting late due to being very busy.) I am still running, not as much as I'd like by any means, and now that I'm nearly 6 months pregnant I am super slow, but I never stop my slow trot when running is part of a CrossFit WOD. I plan to continue my slow jog throughout the rest of the pregnancy. Then I'll be getting back to running. (However, I do have a very annoying bunion on my left big toe... which is another story altogether.)RachelRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08056675573954253185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7798643898432168513.post-27776339215822901182012-03-20T07:03:00.003-07:002012-03-20T07:10:45.848-07:00A Cure for Nausea... and MusicNausea- A word I've always had trouble spelling. And I've only had to use the word a million times in medical charts. This is an 'in case I forget later' post. I've had nausea for only about 4 or 5 days now, and the ONLY thing that takes it away is CrossFit. I'm serious. There's no time to feel nausous. There is only time to stay focused and work hard. Another 'in case I forget later' thing to write is that I have found that music does far more for me these days then it ever has. I'm trying really hard to not make this sound completely corney, but instead of music just getting under my skin it now just flows right through me. This sounds absurd. Whatever :)RachelRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08056675573954253185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7798643898432168513.post-87518263919412329462012-03-15T01:06:00.002-07:002012-03-15T01:07:48.589-07:00Thought Disorder(I introduce myself and ask what's wrong.)<br />Patient:<br />Can I have coffee? <br />My mother likes coffee.<br />I can't be having those people coming and sleeping at my mother's house.<br />All I got is this cup and my mother.<br />I got an infection of my hands.<br />I'm holding somethin' wif nuffin'.<br />They built in a school.<br />(I ask the patient to go urinate in the cup. Patient goes to the bathroom and comes out a minute later.)<br />Patient:<br />I can't urinate I'm sorry.<br />I don't have no brothers and sisters.<br />(I have the patient sit back down and ask how the patient's mood has been lately.)<br />Patient: <br />I can't be happy after what they did to me (shows me an old scar, I inquire about timing and event).<br />Patient:<br />They did it to me the same night I got shot.<br />I'm not superman.<br />I'm not gonna keep doin' this for ya'all to tear me to pieces. <br />My mother's still there, what we gonna do with her.<br />My mother, she needs to lie down. <br />Ain't no computer out there for her. <br />She wants to see the world.<br />I don't understand why. <br />That's why I go to the club, cuz when we together we argue.<br />They got destruction going on at the club.<br />(I ask: construction?)<br />Patient:<br />No, destruction. <br />I ain't gonna give no piss like that to the doctor.<br />I got a house trying to sell out to a school.<br />I'd rather have a purpose then destruction.<br />Saving everybody, not one against another.<br />I got to find these people.<br />(I ask: Do you do drugs?)<br />(Response): I don't supposed to.<br />I drink Pepsi, I drink coffee.<br />I take pills.<br />I keep hair out my nose.<br />I got tired of cutting my hair everyday.<br />This is the only way I can talk to a woman, if I come to the hospital.<br /><br />This post is written as an illustration of thought disorder. It is the exact dialogue between myself and a patient. Here we have flight of ideas and loosening of associations. The patient is actually not anywhere as ill as many others I've cared for. Sadly schizophrenia can be devistatingly disabling. The most disabling feature is not exactly the symptoms but the absense of insight. Nearly all patient's who suffer from schizophrenia do not believe they are sick. It's like their mind's wiring of reality is so distorted that they cannot comprehend the mind they used to have. They do not realize they are sick because the sick mind is the new mind. It is the only mind. But the person there is still the same person. And that is what has been one of the greatest challenges and rewards of what I do, connecting to and helping that person lost within the ill mind.RachelRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08056675573954253185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7798643898432168513.post-27857706327383452052012-03-14T08:48:00.002-07:002012-03-14T09:50:50.275-07:00Assuming ResponsibilityThere are too many directions I could take this post, so I may babble a bit... I'll try to keep it tight and will just write again later/tomorrow when I have more time.<br /><br />So here it goes. 15 minutes of writing. No editting. (Need to go to bed STAT). <br /><br />This post was originally inspired by the doofus that was trying to send a violent patient from one area of the hospital to my ED (psychiatric ED). The patient was being extremely violent, and the staff responsible for him were 100% trained in what to do. But you know, some people will always try to go the easier route. When the person with the least amount of information came to my ED and asked the person with the least clinical training if the patient could be transferred over, my associate rightly consulted our 'rules, blah, blah, blah book' and was unsure. I was of course there and became involved right away. There are far too many opportunities here to insert my commentary, and details of the case as always will be 100% left out to ensure patient confidentiality, which is something I am a big stickler about. Long story short, I ensured that the patient was not transferred and gave recommendations of what to do to ensure the patient's and other's safety. Twenty minutes later, no joke, it is all over the security officer's walkie talkie that this patient became far more violent and, again I need to leave out details, there was something like a dozen officers on the scene to contain the situation. So, I, heatedly and obsurdly authoritarian-like ask, what in the hell gives people the right to NOT assume responsibility. I could go on, but I only have 5 minutes left. Apparently I type slower than I think, or I think too slow... not!<br /><br />Then today I ask an attending to please put his final one-liner on a patient's electronic chart so that I could send the patient to his destination and the attending tells me he has never heard anything about the patient, that he has no knowledge of the case, and that he would need the case to be presented to him. Sure, okay, problem is this attending signed an involuntary commitment form for this same patient one hour before my shift began. So I showed him this very serious legal document with his signature and the patient's name on it and he STILL insisted that he didn't know anything about the case. And he adds 'you know, people bring me forms all the time that I just have to sign...'. Okay, fine, well this form just happens to be one of the absolute most important forms in the ED. It's as important as a DNR/DNI form. Because yes, for patients who are involuntarily committed it is most often due to a matter of life and death. <br /><br />Well, I'm one minute over but would like to continue for a few...<br /><br />There are other responsibilities I'd like to call on at this time.<br />As you know from the last post I am pregnant. I'm about 5 weeks right now and right now is when all of the baby's organs begin to develop. The nuchal cord is about to close if it has not already. The next 7 weeks are pretty intense for the baby's development. I read that right now, more than any other time in pregnancy, I've got to be really aware of what I expose the baby to. So, last night I decided to check out the ingredients of the whole wheat graham crackers which are individually wrapped and located in a bucket next to the water where I am currently working. Most nights I might eat one or two. Don't ask me why. Frustration, stress, tiredness, hunger, who knows. So, the ingredients include high fructose corn syrup, TBHQ, and some other three letter acronym for a preservative. I hate preservatives. So, no more graham crackers for me. Next week I'm back in my office where there is a huge jar of M&M's next to the water source at that location, NO NO NO NO NO!!!!! I keep telling myself to start making juice everyday again, flood the body with the love of a high-greens, non-processed balanced diet. It is my responsibility. Green love for the baby on the way. Last week I ate a ton of collard greens, brocolli, bell pepper, spinach, carrots with other food... this week I have been a little more lazy. I read today that mom's who eat hot dogs (barf) during pregnancy have babies with more brain issues- the article blamed it on the nitrites... more interesting research to do I suppose....<br /><br />Other responsibilities to remind you of-<br />Practice daily maintenance on not just your body but also your mind. Check in with yourself. Give yourself a break by going easy on yourself when you need to. Talk things out with your loved ones. Let your loved ones know how much they mean to you. And if you cannot express it fully in words show them. I do believe actions speak louder than words. Smile often. Be joyous. Be limitless. You are an endless supply of love and wonder. Internalize what you learn as often as you can. What I mean by internalize is to simply acknowledge with great respect what it is that you felt/thought/learned and move on. Rest assured it will be stored away where you will be able to retrieve it; do not dwell on things. <br /><br />Ah, it's that time, I need to sleep if I'm gonna go to CrossFit tonight before work. Two more night shifts then I'm back to a semi-normal schedule again for a few months :) Hope to have some wild dreams right now (I often do, I just don't remember them for more than about 10 minutes after I wake up...). GN!RachelRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08056675573954253185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7798643898432168513.post-87047438307487675472012-03-05T04:36:00.002-08:002012-03-05T04:54:30.686-08:00PREGGERS!Sarah: "I might regret this, but I'm gonna go confirm this guy's social security number..." as she leaves the room to approach the irritable manic patient in the room next door. He is doing his best to be polite and pleasant, but can't help himself from trying to convince any staff that will entertain him that he will be the next *insert grandiose position of power here*.<br /><br />I am pregnant. <br /><br />OH YAH!<br /><br />He is mumbling something about Atlantic City now. He is quite the talker. Oh yes, he's manic. I said that already.<br /><br />I'M PREGNANT!<br /><br />I said that already too.<br /><br />I am still a little shocked, but I don't really have a reason to be. I'm shocked that it happened so fast, although Cami said she was pregnant after only 2 and a half weeks of trying. And I believe Mandi gave me 2 months tops. I'm shocked that Cain knew last week, days before I took a pregnancy test. The exact conversation:<br />Cain: I think you are pregnant.<br />Me: Why, because I've gained a little weight?<br />Cain: No, because you smell like 'baby'?<br />Me: Oh, well I have not showered today.<br /><br />I believe that was Wednesday or Thursday of last week.<br />The next day he asked if I took a pregnancy test yet. I had not. He said I still smelled like 'baby'.<br /><br />I finally took a pregnancy test Sunday morning. One pink line and one faint pink line. Asked Cain if there was one line or two. He said one and a half. Posted that on facebook so our friends and family could get a good little chuckle. <br /><br />The manic guy is silent now.<br /><br />They all got more than a chuckle. They got word that I was pregnant. Now everyone knew before me. <br /><br />So I went to Tae-bo. It's a party, it's a party, it's a party, ay!... No, seriously, Sunday mornings is straight-up a Tae-bo 'party'. Before I went to Tae-bo Cain said, "you can't go to the gym, you have to eat now, you have to GET FAT". Is HE insane? He believes I am obsessed with food and exercise. But really I'm obsessed with being fit and healthy; I wouldn't really say obsessed I'd say pre-occupied, or rather it is one of my very top priorities. Anyway, I went, and when I came home there were nearly 30 comments on my facebook post. I love you all so much :) Went and got the 'yes' or 'no' test, and it said 'yes'. <br /><br />So here I am, preggo, or as Lindsay says, preggers. <br /><br />And now I finally have a reason to blog! Hip hip hurray! I don't know, something about just blogging for the hell of it didn't seem so meaningful to me. Well, not so much that it was not meaningful, it just felt too exposing, too self-serving, too 'obsessed'. But now there is a little peanut who can one day read all of my verbal diarrhea and hopefully appreciate a little chronicle of his life in the womb...<br /><br />Sarah's great comment a moment ago: "You know you're in trouble when the patient walks in with The Harvard Dictionary of Medicine."RachelRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08056675573954253185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7798643898432168513.post-17962833170314288982011-11-07T18:52:00.000-08:002011-11-07T18:55:04.197-08:00Roses!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-EPmf9Ffn1qmWWibOjYM7I_N337uA-70-leDQpfsYxYsTiU0UMBSN5vx-hxlvq8kLVgFg0q7pAnh9LKrcMPJ0H_xd6Zvh8CmAbqnzj567FbM7glEV4lCjE-wj1S45Lqav4Yz54c2YDQU/s1600/roses.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-EPmf9Ffn1qmWWibOjYM7I_N337uA-70-leDQpfsYxYsTiU0UMBSN5vx-hxlvq8kLVgFg0q7pAnh9LKrcMPJ0H_xd6Zvh8CmAbqnzj567FbM7glEV4lCjE-wj1S45Lqav4Yz54c2YDQU/s320/roses.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672453029924018386" /></a><br />It was very early, my hair is narly, but the roses are GORGEOUS. Thank you honey!!RachelRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08056675573954253185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7798643898432168513.post-17328976443331007522011-11-03T19:45:00.000-07:002011-11-03T20:00:11.678-07:00Banana protein cookies<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZWm4LRQYF_EqBSNtybW7_yGa-R1WvWNzKw8RZixum0eQP_V7U0mACl5WG7sbW6wri-UHMafspd2hbyyyU1Wron6FFG1c_ie8X87bf0c7WJuZ71nIYdhOaNxn7XXlRea8aQWrhNpbLK5M/s1600/cookies.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZWm4LRQYF_EqBSNtybW7_yGa-R1WvWNzKw8RZixum0eQP_V7U0mACl5WG7sbW6wri-UHMafspd2hbyyyU1Wron6FFG1c_ie8X87bf0c7WJuZ71nIYdhOaNxn7XXlRea8aQWrhNpbLK5M/s320/cookies.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670969478178967506" /></a><br />These are *paleo* but feel free to change this recipe as you wish. I should not have baked. *Healthy* sweets are, well, delicious and irresistable. People at work think that because I don't eat bread I have very strong will power. They do not know me very well (even after all these years).<div>These cookies are inspired by the days about, oh, a good 7 years ago, when I would bake with protein powder. I remember I once had a pan to make mini donuts and I made some with protein powder, splenda (YUCK, use stevia), egg whites.... you might be right in thinking 'that is not a donut anymore', but alas a donut is simply anything with a hole... I am getting very off topic here.<br /><div><br /></div><div>Banana Protein Cookies</div><div>Recipe:</div><div>7 ripe or nearly over-ripe bananas</div><div>1/4 cup pecans</div><div>1/4 cup walnuts</div><div>2 scoops of hemp protein powder (raw food people made it)</div><div>stevia</div><div>a lot of pumpkins spice</div><div>3-4 tablespoons of coconut flakes</div><div>6-8 tablespoons of coconut flour</div><div>6 egg whites</div><div>salt (a little, use celtic sea salt)</div><div>baking soda (about 1/4 teaspoon)</div><div>1/2 cup alkaline-free cocoa powder</div><div>Smash up the bananas to make a paste, then mix in everything else. Have fun mixing...</div><div>Form into small cookie-size blobs on a cookie sheet (I used parchment paper and it worked out well) and cook at 400 degrees for about 9 minutes. I calculated that if you make 65 cookies each cookie has about 40 calories. Hence while posting tonight and cooking more veggies and meat I might have consumed about 10 of these little buggers. And now they are in the 'don't go in there...' drawer of the fridge for a few days.... I would share these with friends at the gym but they taste a little too healthy, with a little bit of an aftertaste from the stevia, which is unfortunate, so I will likely just bake again next weekend and share that creation instead... or maybe I'll take a chance and share... oh the joys of the Libra's ambivalence.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>RachelRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08056675573954253185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7798643898432168513.post-60870355480189635302011-11-03T19:17:00.000-07:002011-11-03T19:45:42.573-07:00BEST go-to salad<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYopE4QH92rqmroQcPwki2HAdm8WT5t2UP5Mf1VVgR-yfaD8ClyTLWZrxw7F87KuFbRju2kpuZrJ8stEjOfXM6y1o65SYOD0LMlJikPnMvMGPKo8e_pR780IWJrmzEUJNVzp_HEHBaUCo/s1600/beets+eggs.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYopE4QH92rqmroQcPwki2HAdm8WT5t2UP5Mf1VVgR-yfaD8ClyTLWZrxw7F87KuFbRju2kpuZrJ8stEjOfXM6y1o65SYOD0LMlJikPnMvMGPKo8e_pR780IWJrmzEUJNVzp_HEHBaUCo/s320/beets+eggs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670966117322974242" /></a><br />Look, I promise you, I guarantee, I will write it in blood, this salad is one that will grow on you. Eat it a few times and see... Your body knows it is right, knows it is good, knows it is cared for. Eat your veggies dog-gone it.<div><br /><div>My Favorite Salad (hahaha, its my blog, I can call this stuff whatever I want, yee haw!)</div><div>Recipe:</div></div><div>Beets, fennel, apples, cucumber, juice of several lemons</div><div>Chop, chop, chop, mix up and be sure there is enough lemon juice to really taste it. Optional ingredients are stevia and mint. You may use oranges instead of apples. Don't even think about cooking this. Enjoy it as is.</div><div><br /></div><div>(You cannot see the apples in this pic because I picked them all out, I tend to pick out the sweetest thing...) and the eggs are just random. They are my 'go-to protein'.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>RachelRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08056675573954253185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7798643898432168513.post-63108918066868847572011-11-03T19:10:00.000-07:002011-11-03T19:15:19.171-07:00Grass-fed BEEF recipe- Meatballs with roasted REDS!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdOXvBBSSL4k-PabAt74jqzt6NrrEXpwH2m1m-Zeo5P1UWqrCwUsmxtdeujNuJxxGWEsuzobwluMhYrBgKj7XtYGD_GR6wnq9KxkCTFFisb8GYmFAEJ75Qeo3YAjqQJy0ZbXU1L-nKncI/s1600/before.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdOXvBBSSL4k-PabAt74jqzt6NrrEXpwH2m1m-Zeo5P1UWqrCwUsmxtdeujNuJxxGWEsuzobwluMhYrBgKj7XtYGD_GR6wnq9KxkCTFFisb8GYmFAEJ75Qeo3YAjqQJy0ZbXU1L-nKncI/s320/before.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670958301907967682" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGx3GZMtyTSbGlBl3NG7I7MiOKz88fHEXOvA4oO-V8SqFlOC8xmcDP-_2poAH-rA4XSJC_dsykNAju80s-mw-QzlqSGfz-mN-DLQ2Doal5czeDO6z27skXBFPbUeCHAo9dG9sjAWAp8AQ/s1600/oven.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGx3GZMtyTSbGlBl3NG7I7MiOKz88fHEXOvA4oO-V8SqFlOC8xmcDP-_2poAH-rA4XSJC_dsykNAju80s-mw-QzlqSGfz-mN-DLQ2Doal5czeDO6z27skXBFPbUeCHAo9dG9sjAWAp8AQ/s320/oven.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670958200654047186" /></a><br />This recipe is inspired by the color red. Well...... red onions are cheap, Mike gave me cranberries :), I got 2 pounds of strawberries for 2 bucks, and I'm in love with beets.... <div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>RECIPE</div><div>Meatballs: Ground grass-fed beef, egg, fennel, celery</div><div>Veggies/fruits: Strawberries, cranberries, red onion, beets, garlic</div><div>Spices/oils: Sage, basil, olive oil (I forgot black pepper)</div><div>Roast it all together at 400 degrees for about half an hour. </div><div>Mmm mmm good! I think I could have thrown some red apples and pomegranate seeds in.... nah, that is getting craaaazy!</div><div>EAT YOUR VEGGIES (AHEM, YES, LOVE YOURSELF!!) </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>RachelRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08056675573954253185noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7798643898432168513.post-47511038524454563002011-11-03T18:54:00.000-07:002011-11-03T19:09:29.033-07:00Roasted shitake mushrooms with cranberries, garlic, and sage<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJGHObZzOGjU0gJUW46e7JA1T3cYxGBsCQxul_B1JcZ_MLdCDPMXhlmRFBm6-Kp79L2L9rlTeLR7efk-Qe2QyG1eyrQMIsOhChHDbw9KqVd6FnP1irXygxEIFQDGNU7PlhckyxyrEakyg/s1600/chicken.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJGHObZzOGjU0gJUW46e7JA1T3cYxGBsCQxul_B1JcZ_MLdCDPMXhlmRFBm6-Kp79L2L9rlTeLR7efk-Qe2QyG1eyrQMIsOhChHDbw9KqVd6FnP1irXygxEIFQDGNU7PlhckyxyrEakyg/s320/chicken.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670956798716428418" /></a><br /><br />The shitake's really make this dish. You could use any mushrooms.... or you can use fancy ones. Chewy, delicious, fancy mushrooms. Thanks Mike for the cranberries!!!<div><br /></div><div><br /><div>RECIPE<br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Roasted veggies- Mix together</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">cranberries,</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">red onion,</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">shitake mushrooms,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">garlic,</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">celery,</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">sage,</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">olive oil, and</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">black pepper</span></div><div>Roast at 400 degre</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">I served this with chicken, which I roasted with the </span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2BGoG-nUaudbVy5MWVSV7YLPtMOYrT5tJ9PBUWMLBzUc33Y0JgCjYJ1uBOjw1TEqEAW2zZkuF3NZ904Fdlv73oiIppIPlfOdxLHTpiZI7xmimWRwSGzO_fi0GMp_4TVNfMXCtMerRwAk/s320/chickkk.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670956434703097186" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">veggies, but you can use any meat handy :)</span>es for about 20 minutes <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">mmmmmm mmmmmmm good!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">EAT YOUR VEGGIES (AKA LOVE YOURSELF) !</span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div></div></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div>RachelRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08056675573954253185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7798643898432168513.post-63600427720909316712011-10-22T18:30:00.000-07:002011-10-22T18:31:08.424-07:00Spice it up<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIGMYrogNiadyFVP-6wio4PTxAEsvsuDnbAvg0V_EeBQ1FnMrShTxQyji6cbAwP56Px1E_-7bruea0QuTwZhohIbZvNYowzwF3DShKwazBoBdqeYBxfdlMfE9XcEtPYbw5FCj7kQTyXHs/s1600/spice.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIGMYrogNiadyFVP-6wio4PTxAEsvsuDnbAvg0V_EeBQ1FnMrShTxQyji6cbAwP56Px1E_-7bruea0QuTwZhohIbZvNYowzwF3DShKwazBoBdqeYBxfdlMfE9XcEtPYbw5FCj7kQTyXHs/s400/spice.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666493997215287026" /></a>I (now) put that ish on everything.RachelRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08056675573954253185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7798643898432168513.post-88734369677489845282011-10-19T07:05:00.001-07:002011-10-19T07:10:25.271-07:00Mr. Kitty<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhryg6K4w8vIJs12yGGdrcrVmiCkSILFqd0-FwCakqhb9lecIGsL0CrFGqImDJqmT65ulvqF5aedNagGEgCpX8Fxk3wSkBJ-BKzIF4szi_yfOVw9N-bAlBEBv0731WLD5rr6eTFcOBhYgE/s1600/kitty4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhryg6K4w8vIJs12yGGdrcrVmiCkSILFqd0-FwCakqhb9lecIGsL0CrFGqImDJqmT65ulvqF5aedNagGEgCpX8Fxk3wSkBJ-BKzIF4szi_yfOVw9N-bAlBEBv0731WLD5rr6eTFcOBhYgE/s400/kitty4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665205315327391666" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0d6qUgomSNebbAXiPdBogSvO4wc6eERVsVMA8X1zpz3iH43KNlJHUcFAQ0OTsiUWP0CAy6K03W154XzH8CJ8s1dwVoP8nJkkTVGZ9EDTyFTy7EiLQOBrL4rk0-J0t6BzCC2Uu7QGMioA/s1600/kity3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0d6qUgomSNebbAXiPdBogSvO4wc6eERVsVMA8X1zpz3iH43KNlJHUcFAQ0OTsiUWP0CAy6K03W154XzH8CJ8s1dwVoP8nJkkTVGZ9EDTyFTy7EiLQOBrL4rk0-J0t6BzCC2Uu7QGMioA/s400/kity3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665205228658724082" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXQcQ4ohgU9RZru3XbNZnwyHf79YNhqcYkCycnT0YYUQToYbMQT7kkwxBh_X4lk53supc0-waENivHvybAw1jzBNk7lJ6ianxDVH25TtBVgUop_Q7ZhmoMTHPgbnuz8w0ADV79BZyUNbg/s1600/kitty2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXQcQ4ohgU9RZru3XbNZnwyHf79YNhqcYkCycnT0YYUQToYbMQT7kkwxBh_X4lk53supc0-waENivHvybAw1jzBNk7lJ6ianxDVH25TtBVgUop_Q7ZhmoMTHPgbnuz8w0ADV79BZyUNbg/s400/kitty2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665204897256003986" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtNOp0xyvrA_NgzXZ3iCrURZmgRIzMfRPzGIkZvUrU_POJ06Ay7-qBNWYvpV6noXuiTspT0OFUVXPok2MKZXaq52Mb6tM6ChrOlVVttfbkh0EV6ukBMo1ROVXjLMaA2rL-uk_MJvZQ_04/s1600/kitty.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtNOp0xyvrA_NgzXZ3iCrURZmgRIzMfRPzGIkZvUrU_POJ06Ay7-qBNWYvpV6noXuiTspT0OFUVXPok2MKZXaq52Mb6tM6ChrOlVVttfbkh0EV6ukBMo1ROVXjLMaA2rL-uk_MJvZQ_04/s400/kitty.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665204202697904210" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>RachelRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08056675573954253185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7798643898432168513.post-75944121440970179082011-10-18T05:08:00.000-07:002011-10-18T05:47:35.451-07:00Starting a 365, so exciting!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizxZMr8-ZK7D6UV62GFinC3ZYRXOG9w6w3VNsy5gCi_sIb_-JaXtBbyMfKsfr4X3vEeQn1LGwVFQl2BFE5jerCZgoCE7QvxTnCeLevNtPFWfz2QHIGdamAZjrOsI3Qs8axnfSZn3CkkwM/s1600/catmug.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizxZMr8-ZK7D6UV62GFinC3ZYRXOG9w6w3VNsy5gCi_sIb_-JaXtBbyMfKsfr4X3vEeQn1LGwVFQl2BFE5jerCZgoCE7QvxTnCeLevNtPFWfz2QHIGdamAZjrOsI3Qs8axnfSZn3CkkwM/s400/catmug.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664803181895961186" /></a>Nothing could be more true. My cat Nip is the sweetest girl in the world. I never kne<br />w just how sweet a real lap-cat could be.<div>That's my birthday tea-kettle, and you can see Cain cooking in it, and me taking a pic. Cain's cooking a big pot of garlic sauteed </div><div>in olive oil, tomatoes, and basil. One of his little specialties.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnsJ45ADrYG2BEwDmC6iyMgCevti8HN33g2lwxVd545KTmvw3i03GqTP9ci8N9gUVTXi-70FzXwYS-vRcIf4joC_h5c2zmLGEuphf3CcZtLsfTfcraVE1svumX1c4Amts_-eKnS8FA_lc/s320/century.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664811256230681858" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /><div>This 365 is inspired by a fellow cyclist named Kevin who I met around mile 15 of the Sea Gull Century last Saturday. I was sick with a cold which started that day (did somebody say flu... ) but had brought my friend Whitney so did it anyway. I'm still alive. And it was a FANTASTIC ride. Whitney's first century. In fact she went from 7 miles EVER to a CENTURY. She is awesome! Back to the 365 idea- this guy Kevin and I talked about how we used to love to do photography and he told me a guy he knows started a 365 blog to get back into photography. And thus here we are. I'm excited.</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWxJvW8oIoJCsGemJs8RCWExNLncamt3bJA8hAxV9UdUmdxvxA2rzz8GFXy5V5EdINHkO6fRCxiIkge8-E0VrcRZbi5Qv3Jo1sZU37sZ3aOnfJkrdX8IUifM6FRTXhdMFHFpU1IgNehBM/s200/flowers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664806113590030898" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>These are my b-day flowers from Cain. So pretty!</div><div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_UqN2fj8z7qLeQ5cHTSLrHyCvJFFKzmH4CfWgP8776npC54SDemZzAIhUqF_2INI3jQdhR4YaZz7pFgz30mwvEovUH1GcXXYdY5SVnvfEeXGIHhr_BRwJ5oixABqq79-1E4VlleR8h4A/s400/mulberries.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664807163671191250" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>And these are.......</div><div>.......</div><div><div><div><div>... mulberries!!!!!!!!!!! Well, some mulberries and some mulberry crumbs, near the bottom of the bag...</div></div></div></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwW0pxySBAKkIrv6TbP8wwc4M9ToZaAwblxa7O7Qt1kZBw52QHQ4KJRERsQsLMwsExHX-5StJWc2WArnNbMWmfhiM4AnsgcSzrPSL88tjeCXRPYSThfyDtWm0Ueae05p0uFnyYeZh3QrY/s200/egies.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664807719779539938" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /></div><div>And, yes, EGGIES!!!!! Another obsession... I just love a good organic free- range hard boiled egg. They do NOT taste the same as conventional. Don't buy conventional. 'Nuff said.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaVzX56usijkvpayEYtg88Sg1coSxHTWgz4oakzZy7XypJlBYB3KRorprIbK58h-zewgc9Ki_PKA4njFl30f3dH3IZ6gZkwXlQdV_fb5UhoRzDuw7Z3xciwWGCHW3Ul7baWq0E9BE_ZnI/s320/surf+n+turf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664808992646859282" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></div></div></div></div></div><div>SURF 'N TURF!!</div><div>Prawns, steak, and salmon with onions. Saliva is being produced as I write... My b-day dinner. Complete with brussel sprouts!</div><div><br /></div><div><div><div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj14nsi35WQhBJkqxY1MNLfl1ZTZ-3M8t_lZYLqOVzQU8Hz-sgnuJMUoV8Yz_veSehjumhv9jm3yWV2vJqnlBdH9nYkXrrqjz2q9GN-LDA5FSkdzeiEGqTxulXu8tXIVkVOn82uFoyXEgQ/s320/sprouts.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664809697863241138" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></div></div></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYXzAV40dC1YrrxYF0JYhzHxx4H3gzaUvffI9oOeNqOqAxDHJBBvdaybYzv0mjOhZ4IIWfrAsfwiyT6KuC2JMqWViVQOctQ1Kx-IAsPi76tUq_LC-KqGq9L-4XMGmst5_yV87zSFAKMsU/s400/nip.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664812133419055602" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div>And, here is the Nipster, the girl who inspired this first post. She is just too sweet. </div>RachelRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08056675573954253185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7798643898432168513.post-60453165766762046192010-05-25T06:44:00.000-07:002010-05-25T06:49:39.239-07:00Missed ya... new things :)First off, thanks for reading. I hate opening myself up on a blog, mostly because in person I am full of life, on a blog I am, well, full of words. I'll do my best to bring them to life.<br /><br />Oh, and I take back my word on having this blog be a daily obsession. LOL. Who does that anyway? If you have a daily obsession with your blog you are awesome. I'm just not that awesome.<br /><br />Last week I started going to a CrossFit studio here in Maryland with Cain. It was so cool, exactly what he told me it would be for so long, and of course, I love it.<br /><br />http://diesel-gym.blogspot.com/<br /><br />That's it for this post :) Just had a banana and Lara Bar with a little peanut butter for breakfast. And lots of H2O :)RachelRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08056675573954253185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7798643898432168513.post-3836134002461366012010-05-19T15:14:00.000-07:002010-05-25T06:42:12.372-07:00A new beginningRight now is like dawn for my spirit, for my soul. The sun is just oh so slowly beginning to rise, the darkness oh so slowly dissipating by the hour. Here will now follow the beginning of my blogging excursions, my documentation of things you will want to read, things you never thought you'd read, and things I won't believe I'd let you read. Day by day, yes, I wrote that correctly... DAY BY DAY, I will here-on-in be documenting my raw food life. My fitness crazed life. My life. I will struggle to be open here. It is hard to be open, this is a BLOG! How do I get past that? Well, maybe I will pretend there are no readers. There are none yet anyway!!!... well there may be a couple.<br /><br />I've got goals.<br />These goals are very very real.<br />Some have been goals since I was 17 years old.<br />Some have been reached, if only for a moment.<br />And some have yet to be reached.<br /><br />There will be several themes here on this blog.<br />One is my raw food journey, complete with recipes, truthfulness, and lots of emotion.<br />Second is my fitness journey. Supported by my nutritional choices, my fitness and weight goals will be tracked here, with honesty, and with efficiency. I will document all of my work-outs. Which brings me back to the first theme; I will also be documenting all of my meals and snacks.<br />Third is my career journey. The next 4 weeks are going to be particularly tough for me. You will read why...<br />And fourth, last but certainly not least, will be my spiritual growth as I recover from some old ghosts (LOL i really don't have any, spare the fact that I am a late-night snacker, that is my 'old ghost') and move toward my goals.<br /><br />I will be complete with photos, oh so fun!<br /><br />And I will always welcome feed-back. This is as much for you as it is for me. I have been inspired by so many blogs out there, countless numbers of blogs in fact. Hence my hope is that I can inspire you. My commitment to you helps me stay true to myself as well, specifically in the honesty of the content. Everything will be 100% from the heart, 100% reality. No sugar coating here.<br /><br />So let's begin, no?<br /><br />I have been trying ever so hard to let my body naturally go back to being completely high raw. Problem? Obstacle? THE NON-RAW HUSBAND!!!! Baby you know I love you, but all the amazing cooked food you create, full of LOVE, spoils my efforts to be high-raw. The raw food buzz is so exciting and intoxicating to me. So pure and full of energy, truth, and powerful wisdom.<br /><br />Back to my post. I have about 5 more minutes to write, whoops 4. In 4 minutes I get dressed and go to Tae-bo class. After just eating a bunch of cooked onions, peppers, asparagus, and a little basmati rice. Then I grazed on organic blue corn tortilla chips and lots of raw treats, including tahini and sunflower seed nut butter (the nut butter was not raw). I cannot even begin to write in the next now 3 minutes how what I just ate was 100% emotional and tied to the next 4 weeks I will be having at work. Tomorrow I start on a new internal medicine wards team, which will be fantastic, but it will be for 2 short hard worked weeks leading up to the cardiac intensive care unit. Basically I have 2 weeks to learn CICU material while working 80 hours per week on the wards. That spells for stress. That spells for a bit of self confidence wasting. That spells for some questioning of my committments.<br /><br />I have one minute left.<br /><br />I am going to Tae-bo. I will do the best that I can, that's all we can do right? Wrong. I know I can do better. That is why I am now committed to this blog.<br /><br />Will post again soon.<br /><br />Love and hugs, xoxo<br />Rach <3RachelRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08056675573954253185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7798643898432168513.post-7682978179919410612009-10-18T11:34:00.000-07:002009-10-18T11:43:46.724-07:00Back in action!I've just joined Raw Food Rehab and am back in action! I didn't get to write for over a week because I was insanely busy with work and Bikram- I have been going to at least 3-4 classes a WEEK and with that and working 80 hours per week (remember I am an intern, I have no choice in the matter) and going to get fresh veggies/fruit almost daily to prep, etc, I honestly forgot about this dear blog. But, fact is, I CARE! and i really LOVE to write here.<br />SO, to quickly get up to speed, my juice feast kept getting interrupted by my consuming food every few nights, primarily in the middle of the night when on call, and mostly things like bananas, chocolate, and avocados. SO, I took time OFF from juicing, and have been enjoying food again YAY! I made an amazing zucchini pasta/marinara last night that I made with juicy organic tomatoes, sun-dried tomatoes, balsalmic vinegar, garlic, EVOO, and S&P. That was it. And it was to die for.<br />My hubby and I had that with a miso soup we made to start with (no tofu) made with raw brown miso paste, water, carrots, onion, shitake mushrooms, and seaweed. YUM! He is not raw, but eats all my raw meals with delight and appreciation. And he is always willing to help me with raw food prep. I wanted to take pics of our meal but was too hungry!<br />My goal for this blog is to start getting picture/blog posting savvy so that by the new year (2010 WOW!) I can have a pretty blog for all of you to really enjoy.<br /><br />So, I am on this 11-week challenge on Penny's Raw Food Rehab. And the challenge is to be as close to 100% raw as possible and to lose weight along the way. My goal is to get back to the weight I was 10 years ago by Jan. 1st. Yes, I'm talking about my 19 year old body. I am so going to get it back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It means losing 20 pounds from where I am right now.<br /><br />I am going to juice this week from Monday through Friday night since I am not on call this week until Friday. That should give me a good 2 pound start to my goal! :)<br /><br />LOVE you!<br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>RachelRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08056675573954253185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7798643898432168513.post-58954253239888722632009-10-06T19:44:00.000-07:002009-10-06T19:49:56.738-07:00Oh the signsSOme signs from today- I have an assignment I'm working on so unfortunately have to make this short. but I must get it down!<br />found an awesome website today while drinking my lunch green juice:<br /><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{"type":"name"}"> </span><span class="UIStory_Message"><a href="http://www.suprememastertv.com/?langdir=1" onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," target="_blank" rel="nofollow"><span>http://www.suprememastertv.com/?langdir=</span><wbr><span class="word_break"></span>1</a></span></h3><br />Then, I left work with a superstar nurse, and we walked to our cars together and we bonded over our losses- her son at age 25 and my mother at age 52. I told her how losses make us value our time here more, help us pick and choose our battles and give us the insight to know when to let go and when to do things for ourselves instead of waiting for someone else to do it for us/motivate us. Then after kickboxing (i did bikram and kickboxing today hurray!) the original Golden Girls song was on the radio, some random channel. My mother and I used to snuggle together and watch the Golden Girls almost every night when she was sick, and even before she was sick.<br /><br />I think that is all for today.<br />I shared my amazing green juice at lunch today and the 2 docs I shared it with LOVED it. Too bad they won't wake up and smell the fresh juice they could be brewing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />Love to you!<br />rachelRachelRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08056675573954253185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7798643898432168513.post-39474746564011844162009-10-03T11:20:00.000-07:002009-10-03T11:23:14.664-07:00A GORGEOUS day in MarylandWhat a beautful day. 75 and sunny. Perfect. Going for a jog around the lake- 2.4 miles. Then may go to the sauna, or come home and sit outside and read. Tomorrow morning I am doing a double of Bikram yoga, 9am and 11am. Definitely will go to bed by midnight for that one!<br />Feeling hungry so going to have the water from 1 fresh young Thai coconut before heading out for my jog ;)<br />Love,<br />Rachel<br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>RachelRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08056675573954253185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7798643898432168513.post-84987473087364435732009-10-02T22:34:00.000-07:002009-10-02T22:48:13.659-07:00Day 2, a learning experience... again!Day 2, and I had a hectic day. it is 135am and i am going to sleep in the call room until 730am. Yesterday evening (thursday) i spent about 1 and a half hours making the most amazing green juices to bring to work for my 30 hour shift, and i did fantastic, until i decided to have grapefruit juice and a banana for dinner instead of my spinach/tomatoe/celery/garlic/romaine juice, thinking i would have that juice later in the evening. The banana was really unusual for me for a juice feast, and in fact does not fit into a juice feast at all in my eyes, but i was having SERIOUS cravings for one. Also I usually allow one fruit sometime during the first day or two just to help the transition. So anyway, I then admitted a patient who was malingering. If you don't know what that is look it up please. These people make me furious because in my eyes they are still sick but in the view of the big picture there is really not much at all you can do to change them. AKA you cannot help them, just spend hours and hours going through paperwork with them while they fake many things not worth talking about on this post. Anywho, I got a little annoyed that my patient was doing so much lying, and I had a pretzel- now this was a small one, not the big dough carnival ones! this was just a little one from a chip/plastic bag with like 100 in one bag. You see, these overnight nurses bring in tons of J-U-N-K and I was on the computer in the room full of J-U-N-K. Yes, I consider pretzels to be complete junk. And also the other 'no preservative...' processed crap they bring in. And then I had a few strawberries. And a little rice :( :( :( You see, I am just as vulnerable to relapse as these patients. LOL. All the while I am thinking I am going to spit out the food and it won't count. Duh, that is insanity. Swallow. I am not food disordered.<br />So, the lesson I learned is that I need to do several things while on call on a juice feast:<br />1.) BLOG! I COMPLETELY forgot I have this outlet!!! ARGHHHHHH!<br />2.) Wear several layers so I don't get cold, it slows me down and also makes me procrastinate drinking my juices b/c they are even colder than me.<br />3.) DO NOT work AT ALL in the room with shit food. In fact, I decided yesterday to stay away from food altogether while I juice feast.<br />4.) Keep my ipod shuffle in my white coat so i can hear a song to redirect my attention when I start thinking about food.<br />5.) Take a nap around/just after dinner time if I can (in the on-call room).<br />6.) Just as important as #1: After 5pm have green juice with me ALL NIGHT, continuously with me, if I am not going to have a dinner juice at 5pm. If I have a dinner juice at 5pm, then have another juice with me at all times after 7pm. Or tea. Or water. All three in rotation would be the ideal.<br />7.) Tell the night nurses what I am doing??? I don't know, I don't see how this would help much.<br /><br />What did you learn today???<br />Now I will sleep for a bit, get up at 730am, work until noon or 2, and go home to my honey ;) hopefully i will have energy to jog around the lake when i get home ;)<br />tonight's dinner juice is this morning's breakfast ;)<br />love and bear hugs,<br />RachelRachelRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08056675573954253185noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7798643898432168513.post-31328184981445236162009-09-30T19:34:00.000-07:002009-09-30T19:36:41.905-07:00Ah, the signs!Just had to post that I just left a comment on the Gianni's show page for today's show and I was comment #16, my lucky number ;). Also, I clicked on one of the blogs I follow today and it (random choice) was the following: http://thepowerofchoiceisyours.blogspot.com/. Please check it out. The Power Of Choice is YOURS!!!!! I will be going on this blog daily for inspiration/motivation. It is fantastic.<br />Love and hugs,<br />Rachel<br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>RachelRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08056675573954253185noreply@blogger.com0