A Little Nutritional Wisdom from one Mom-To-Be to Another…

Hey friends… happy-post-Mem-day weekend! Hope you all enjoyed an extra day off and are feeling less sluggish than me today… we spent the weekend working in the yard, enjoying a couple dinners out, and painting the rest of the downstairs (picture me cutting-in for hours after a lovely chest and triceps workout at the gym… OUCH!). I’m beat, but no time for naps! This girl has studying to do… yawwwn!

A little while back, once I had graduated to the second trimester, I wrote a post on my crappy first-trimester diet. Curious as to any wisdom that I’ve uncovered since then? You’re in luck… today, I’m a featured blogger on We’re Talking About Food and I’ve shared my top 5 bits of advice for healthy nutritional habits during pregnancy (and beyond!). Hope you enjoy!

xx

e

 

Coming Back to Yoga After a Hiatus

 

 

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That’s right, while we’re on the topic of confessions, why not throw this one on the pile.

I’m human.

And I’ve been a bad yogi, for three months.

So instead of spending the rest of this post beating myself up about it and boring you with all the reasons why I haven’t been practicing (morning sickness, fatigue, etc.), I’m going to offer a few tips to re-ignite your practice if you, like me, have spent any given amount of time away from your mat. Because, as we know, it’s not always easy to jump right back in when you’ve been away for so long.

Here we go:

  1. Forgive yourself. Let it go. Just like my post yesterday on non-attachment with regard to diet – the same principle works here. For whatever reason, even if it wasn’t a good one, you did what you had to do (or didn’t, in this case) at the time and that time is over. In the words of everyone’s latest favorite animated movie theme song: Let it go! You’re here now and that’s all that matters. Forgive yourself and move on.
  2. Have a plan and commit to it. This may not be the case for everyone, but I always like to have a plan (shocking, I know). Enter my favorite online yoga website: YogaGlo. I knew I wanted to start my practice up again this week, so I spent Sunday evening sifting through some classes on the site, and lining them up in my queue so that it would be simple and easy for me to wake up in the morning, open up my queue and hit play on that day’s video. It may sound silly, but I knew I needed to make it extra easy for myself if I expected to commit to a regular practice again. That being said, I allotted an hour time slot on my calendar for a 20-30-minute practice, knowing I would need to give myself some wiggle room those first few days (what, you’ve never hit the snooze button on your alarm?).
  3. Start slow. As I just mentioned, I started with a 20-minute practice yesterday. It may not seem like a lot compared to the 90 minutes I used to om-it-out pre-preg, but keep in mind… it’s been a while. Set yourself up for success by starting slow. When lining up my YogaGlo queue, I started the week easy with 20- and 30- minute level 1 classes, working up to more challenging 45- and 60-minute level 2/3 classes (still prenatal-based, in my case). I know I have the capability of a more challenging class, but not yet. My body is stiff and sore and I need to ease back into my practice so that A) I don’t hurt myself and B) I will be ready and able to tackle those challenging poses when the time comes and don’t feel like a failure by attempting them too soon. In addition, I’m choosing to start rekindling my practice at home versus in a studio for a few reasons – #1 being that the few prenatal classes that are offered near me aren’t really near me… the nearest being 30 minutes away and that is farther than I’m willing to drive at the moment (mainly because I will come up with an excuse not to go). The #2 reason being that – shocker - the yoga teacher has an ego… and I want to at least get back into my groove before stepping into a studio where I might potentially be applying for a teaching gig in the future. Hey, at least I’m honest.
  4. Accept where you are nowEasy, tiger. You may or may not be the limber mermaid goddess you were the last time you attempted full wheel on your mat. You may need to rely a little more than you used to on props, blocks, and straps. And guess what? That’s okay. Yoga practice is exactly that – practice. And you’ve heard every yoga teacher utter these words in one class or another: your body is different every day, so accept where you are today. Breathe into the poses and don’t push yourself. Know that you will get there – eventually.
  5. Acknowledge that you have support. Nearing the end of my first 20-minute class back yesterday with Stephanie Snyder, she said something that stuck with me: Acknowledge that you are not alone, you have the support of every mother before you, and that every resource you need will become available to you as you need it. While it was a prenatal class and directed toward the preg-ladies, I feel like this piece of advice is relevant for anyone returning to a yoga practice. You are not alone. Plenty of others have been in this place before you, so acknowledge and feel their empathy and support. And as you continue your practice, be open to the change your body and mind will experience, as you know they inevitably will. Peace, right?

And there you have it. So how does it feel to be back on the mat? Personally, I’m a little rusty, but I’m okay with it. Stretching and breathing and closing my eyes and connecting with God yesterday and again today felt… incredible. It really just reminds me to be present, be grateful, and be loving. And who of us doesn’t need those reminders on the daily?

Hope you’re enjoying your practice, too.

xx

e

A Lesson in Non-Attachment: Confessions of a First Trimester Diet

Hi, my name is Erin, and I’m a first-trimester-crappy-food-aholic. 

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Time for a confession, friends! Maybe one you’ve been wondering about, sitting back and waiting for, and perhaps one any fellow moms-to-be will be relieved to hear. So here goes nothing:

I haven’t eaten like a nutritional therapist for three months.

I’ve eaten foods at which I would otherwise turn up my nose, foods I would never dream of putting in my grocery cart, foods I would NEVER in a million years recommend to any nutritional therapy client, foods I would – and did – feel guilty feeding myself, my husband, and my unborn child. *hangs head in shame* Oh, the drama.

I feel blessed and cursed with my bout of first-trimester morning sickness… blessed in that I know some friends who had experienced far worse than what I did, and cursed in that… well, let’s just say none of it is particularly pleasant. For three months – pretty solid, starting around week 5 – I woke up every day feeling hungover, and if and when I did get out of bed, that any sudden movement might throw my stomach into somersaults. The feeling lasted from the moment I woke up until I laid down at night. It was not pleasant.

As a result, I didn’t want to eat – anything. After a few days of even water making me feel nauseous, I caved and asked Tim to pick up some gingerale. Yep, high fructose corn syrup-laden gingerale, in all it’s carbonated, sugary glory. It tasted like nectar of the gods and though I was well aware that it was nothing I would normally put in my body, I took comfort in the temporary relief it brought.

After about a week of eating barely anything (aside from a few cardboard-y saltines, yep, those too), I felt nauseous but starving and panicked that I was doing the growing bean inside me a major disservice by depriving it of food all together. Now I know that that’s not exactly true, but at the time, and even now still, it’s anxiety-provoking to think that now I was responsible not only for my own nutrition but for another life as well! YIKES! NO PRESSURE!

The Pizza Incident

I should probably mention that, by the time I felt like I was ready to try eating, the entirety of my normal paleo diet suddenly seemed repulsive to me. Red meat? Forget it. ANY meat? Not a chance. Eggs? Don’t even say the word. Lettuce, vegetables, anything remotely healthy? No, just no. The only thing that sounded good to me was a salty, brothy bowl of packaged, msg-laden ramen noodles, a cheesy bowl of kraft dinner, or a plain, not-too-saucy slice of cheese pizza. I KNOW, people, I know. Shut it.

So when I confessed my guilty desires with Tim, he promptly ordered a pizza (come to think of it, he was probably all-too-eager, after basically fending for himself for any and all meals for an extended period of time). What happened when I took that first bite surprised me: instead of my stomach turning into a hot queasy mess, my entire body relaxed. It was as though I was finally giving it something it wanted – needed - and it was thanking me with complete and utter relief. I will never forget the feeling – it was so odd!

A Lesson in Non-Attachment

From that point on, I cut myself a little slack. I didn’t go completely crazy and give the excuse that I was eating for two or that, welp, this is all I can stomach, so I might as well eat ALL THE CARBS. No. I cut myself a little slack. I let go of the idea of perfection, because that’s all it is – an idea. I made a commitment to be non-attached to my previous lifestyle as a nutritional therapist, to be present and accept where I was at the present moment, and to understand that this, too, shall pass, that it was temporary. I wouldn’t feel this way forever. (Thank you, yoga.)

It’s hard to remember, especially when it does feel like it will be forever. But it was important to just take it day by day.

I am particularly grateful for my healthy diet and awareness of my body leading up to my pregnancy and that I have been able to maintain that awareness to a certain extent. What I noticed as time went on, as my appetite began to improve little by little but as I continued to allow myself to eat breads and grains and sugars, was that it was no longer just “first trimester” sickness I was experiencing. This is the part where some of you seasoned moms will roll your eyes or maybe even stop reading all together, because I’m going to tell you that the uncomfortable bloating, the fatigue, the lack of energy, the joint pain, the acne – all commonly considered normal, unavoidable pregnancy symptoms – that, I believe, those symptoms, for me, were diet-related. And I say this because, after a week of getting back to a 90% paleo diet, most of those symptoms have subsided for me. In the last week I have been less bloated, more energetic, my skin is clearing up, and I’m sleeping better (aside from the 37 times I have to get up to pee, of course).

I am beyond pleased to share that the 14-week mark has come and gone and that first phase of misery (and my stint with malnutrition) is over.  Here are some of the delicious, primal-friendly meals we enjoyed last week:

  • chicken sausage with roasted sweet potatoes, eggplant, and zucchini
  • roasted spaghetti squash with marinara sauce and homemade grass-fed beef Italian sausage
  • RIDICULOUSLY AWESOME grilled green chicken with sweet potatoes, roasted red peppers and portabello mushrooms
  • crock pot pork shoulder with tangy creamed swiss chard and caramelized onions
  • leftover shredded pork with red peppers, romaine lettuce and avocado over cilantro lime cauliflower “rice” (a la, Chipotle’s carnitas bowl – YUM!)
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Hooray! Meat and veggies are back on the menu!

What’s next?

Because of our (yes, our, Tim has been in this with me, obviously) compromised diet over the last three months, we both feel ready for a little detox. Before you get your panties in a twist, I should probably reconsider my choice of words. We’re not exactly doing the Master Cleanse over here, so relax. So what will our detox look like? Probably a few weeks of 80-90% primal blueprint, easing into a 21-day sugar detox to rid ourselves of the sugar cravings we’ve both been feeling (Trader Joe, if you tempt me with your dark chocolate peanut butter cups, I swear!). More on the 21DSD in a future post… stay tuned!

I know everyone has a different experience when it comes to morning sickness and pregnancy in general.  What was your first trimester like? Did you feel guilty about eating junk? How did you get back on track?

 

xx

e

Big Changes on the Home Front

Are you even ready for this mamma-jamma of a post? I don’t know if you are. Buckle up, it’s a doozy, and it’s Monday morning, so if you haven’t had your coffee yet… maybe you should.  I have a few big announcements to share and I figured it best to just knock ‘em all out in one post.  Ready or not…

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Holy crap, we’re having a baby! That’s right, I’m a little over 13 weeks and out of the “danger zone” for the most part so I figured now would be a good time to officially share the news with family, friends, and the world. (For the record, most of our family knew this already, and we made the announcement on Facebook on Friday, but now all the distant cousins and what have you can be in on our little peach-sized secret). We are over the moon excited about it, though at times it still seems a little surreal… that is, it did until I was in a fitting room last week and had a moment checking out my profile in a suddenly tighter than usual tank top. Don’t worry, it was a happy moment – I was actually relieved to have something resembling a bump versus looking like I’ve been overdoing it at every single meal (which is how I’ve been feeling I look for the past three months!).  The first trimester has been rough, but not as bad as I’m sure some moms experience, so I count my blessings.  I’m finally starting to feel more like myself which means actually eating real food (more on this in a future post) and not having to take a nap every single day, which is MAJOR progress. Things like registering for gifts and setting up a nursery still seem like… “What? We have to do these things?” right now, so I’m hoping that feeling will fade and we can get busy getting ready. By the end of October, we should have our very own little pumpkin to enjoy! (Cheese, I know.)

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With this little (big) change on the horizon, and with our recent move to Charleston, SC, (i.e., new life phase, new city, turning a page, etc.) it felt fitting to get back to writing more regularly on the Diaries, to revamp a little (again), and to make this blog what I’ve always really wanted… which, I don’t think I ever had completely figured out. I’ve been poring over a lot of my favorite blogs lately to get some inspiration and trying to figure out what it is that makes me love them and keep coming back for more. The common denominator? Personality and real-life-ness (new word I just made up), often combined effortlessly with a little bit of niche expertise. There’s the DIY blog with humor that cracks me up left and right, gives me useful information on how to complete any number of household projects, and throws in a little bit of that real-life-ness (there it is again) with sweet photos of the authors’ newborn baby or posts cataloguing conversations with their three-year-old. Or the fashion blogger or foodie blogger or personal organizer blogger or life coach blogger or crafty-stay-at-home-mom blogger… all of whom provide valuable resources that I have actually pinned and used at one point or another and who also keep me completely hooked and entertained with personal stories about their lives, their families, their wins and their losses.  It’s something I’m striving towards.  I updated my “Meet Erin” page the other day to reflect this evolution of The Heyday Diaries… so when you’re ready, pop on over and have yourself a gander.

facebook breakup

And last but not least (are you still with me, I know this is a lot to take in)… I’m CONSIDERING quitting Facebook. That’s right, you heard me. Insert horror movie screams here. Here’s the deal, when I get on Facebook, it’s usually to actually look for something like an article I read or a link I wanted to send someone, or to find a “Page” in search for more info about a company or WHATEVER – the point is, I usually get on there with a purpose.  And then this madness ensues:
Oh look, a cute photo of someone’s baby, I have to comment/like/etc. [Click on baby photo] Oh look, so-and-so also commented, I haven’t seen her in forevvvver, I wonder what she’s up to? [Click on so-and-so’s photo] Oh look, she posted a funny video, it’s only TWELVE minutes long, I should watch it immediately. [Watch video] Oh look, here’s a link here to another funny video… Four hours later, I’m still in my bathrobe with un-brushed teeth, it’s mid-afternoon, my hot tea is now cold and I have significantly less time to complete everything I wanted to complete in the day, to-do’s get pushed to the next day, and I feel like a worthless blob. Okay, maybe that’s a bit of an exaggeration, but we’ve all had those moments of self-control, or should I say, lack thereof, with Facebook and to be honest, that is really ONLY reason numero uno for our semi-breakup.  Equally important numero dos is that… well, Facebook just isn’t what it used to be.  Once upon a time, my newsfeed (or whatever it was originally called) was filled with photos of family and friends, and Facebook was a way to keep in touch with loved ones across the state, the country, and even the world.  It was a people-connector.  Now, I have to scroll through dozens of ads and links and articles and “sponsored posts” before getting a glimpse of a friend’s new baby or reading the exciting news that a cousin has just been accepted to grad school.  Sadly, it has just become a huge disappointment, an even HUGER (new word) waste of my time.  The only real reason I feel obligated to keep it for now is because, as obnoxious as it is, it’s still the primary photographic connection to family and friends across the miles.  I’m baby-stepping down from having a presence there (which, I suppose, I already was), and we’ll see how that goes for a while before I cut ties completely. I’ve started by removing the app from my phone and connecting my blog to post automatically to my Heyday “page”… which, is still there for now and will probably be there indefinitely, assuming that “social media is here to stay“, and blah blah, so you can find me there I suppose, but probably more often on other platforms, such as InstagramTumblr, Pinterest, and Twitter… all of which are more for fun anyway and much less time-consuming for me. Oh, and this blog. This is definitely here to stay, so I really, really hope those of you who stumbled upon this post via my Facebook breakup announcement on the actual ‘book will subscribe to receive posts via email if you care to keep up with the Frazees and possibly learn something about nutrition or yoga along the way.  OH, and also maybe we can share a few laughs while we’re at it. I promise I will do my best not to bore you to tears.

That’s all… for now. I think three huge announcements are enough for one post, non? ;)

Stay tuned.

xx

e