Skinnier Summer Salads

Yumm. Summer eating is by far one of my favorite outdoor activities. With the intoxicating smell of fire-cooked meats wafting past backyard fences my tastebuds implore me to mix up something fresh, tasty, and cool. Salads are the obvious choice since assembling the ingredients and allowing time to chill can all be accomplished as close as an hour ahead of dinner time. With so many classic recipes to choose from it's like a party every day!

So how does a Free And Transformed girl like me satisfy my salad cravings and stay on track with my health and fitness goals. I mean, we all know the benefits of using fresh ingredients, including green leafy vegetables in our menus, and avoiding high fat and high calorie dressings. But, seriously, there comes a time when forkfuls of spinach and lettuce just don't satisfy. When it comes to our favorite summer salads, quite honestly, modifications can only go so far. Take potato salad, for instance. It's not potato salad without the creaminess of mayonnaise the and bits of egg in every bite. Or how about marshmallow fruit salad with its sour cream dressing, or pistachio salad which is pretty much a glorified pudding dessert served up in a salad bowl.

In my search for healthier options I have discovered a great alternative to mayonnaise. Instead of the 1/3 to 1/2 cup of mayonnaise that most creamy salads list in the ingredients, a plain low fat yogurt can be used to replace part or even all of the rich dressing that typically goes into potato salad, broccoli salad, or even pasta salad. Experiment first with recipes that are simple and then you can broaden your skills as you get braver.

So, what about sweet fruity salads where Cool Whip or miniature marshmallows steal the show? Well, try this recipe for a backyard barbecue favorite and let me know if you missed the calorie-laden whipped topping and sweet confections:

Pistachio-Pineapple Cottage Salad

Prep time: 10 Min Serves: 6-8 servings

Ingredients:

- 1 20 oz can crushed pineapple, undrained
- 1 1oz box, sugar free instant pistaschio pudding
- 2 C plain yogurt
- 1 1/2 C low fat cottage cheese

Directions:

1. Mix all together and chill
2. Note: Great for diabetics. 1 fruit, 1 milk, 1 protein

How easy is that?! I'm learning that sticking with the traditional salad recipes is actually sticking me with a lot of fat and calories that I really don't need. And, while we're gathering together with family and friends, it's the atmosphere of love and joyfulness that we appreciate the most, anyway, right?

Glory

"I'm on vacation..." And Other Lame Excuses To Backslide

Last week our family spent four days camping with other families from our church at a nearby park. The surroundings were beautiful and once the wood got crackling in the fire ring I have to be honest that I wanted nothing more than a s'more and a steaming mug of hot cocoa. All healthy diet thoughts flew out of my head like all those pretty little sparks rising above the warm colored flames. Yes, I could have been content to let all my recent efforts and achievements go up in smoke at that time, but I scrunched up my resolve and decided that, while I may not make a lot of progress, I would not be set back either.

It took some creativity to get one 3-ish mile run in with Alisha and Sara but I did it and actually enjoyed having spent time with my friends keeping each other on track. But it does take a lot of determination to be active while enjoying some rest and relaxation. Camping makes it a bit easier since there is significantly more walking, moving about, and exertion when kids wander a little too far and you need to chase after them. But getting in the usual routine isn't always realistic so it's important to adjust your expectations somewhat and modify diet and fitness goals.

Food-wise I packed a few personal favorite snack items but included as many fresh veggies and fruits as possible to balance my cravings for typical camp fare. Having everything prepped and ready to eat is important since it's much easier to split open a bag of chips than peel and slice carrots. Limiting sugar-infused drinks is really important too. In fact, I didn't even bother getting any sodas to sip but rather picked up a few juices and flavored water. Even there, we could have gotten by on plain water and I found I was more likely to drink what was easiest to grab. Keeping water bottles filled and chilled, if possible, makes water a more likely source of hydration for everyone. Finally, since I didn't make any baked treats to take along there wasn't the temptation to nibble on brownies or cookies during idle time. I was even proud of myself when goodies were being generously shared that I politely declined to sample the offerings. Time with friends was sweet enough for me.

In all, this was a good gauge of how the rest of our travel-filled Summer will go. The key here is planning. First off, I plan on keeping the cooler and food totes stocked with enough healthy snacks and meal supplies so we can avoid hitting greasy calorie laden fast food places. I plan on finding a hotel that offers a fitness center and maybe a pool for the kids to swim around in. Finally, I plan on destinations that have parks and hiking trails so we can get out in and enjoy some active family time. Active.com has some excellent resources on how to work exercise into a vacation. My personal favorite, other than a planned hike, is spending visiting time taking walks and catching up while enjoying the outdoors. It's memories like these that will last much longer than a roasted marshmallowy melted chocolate graham cracker sandwich!

Glory

Believing The Unseen

On any journey we take to better ourselves there is always an undercurrent of faith that carries us through valleys and rough spots. Of course we don’t typically draw from it as much as we should. Instead we look to visible things to show us how far we’ve come and how much further we have to go. Maybe it’s a matter of weeks or months since the last cigarette was smoked, the last drink of alcohol was consumed, or the last candy bar passed the lips and landed on the hips. It could be a coin jar that hasn’t seen any new “potty change” because a swearing habit has been broken. For me, it’s the numbers on the scale, the size of my oh-so-truthful jeans – jeans never tell lies, by the way – and what I see in the mirror. The funny thing about sight is that so much of it is based on perception and so little on holistic reality. Don’t worry, I’m not going to weird anyone out with New Age philosophy. But I am going to be very candid about believing and having faith in things we don’t see with our eyes but we can certainly behold in our hearts.

No one would argue that changes are hard, and actually suck, at times. I mean, what average food loving individual would willingly bypass a brownie for a banana, or even broccoli. Girls, I can tell you right now that wasn’t me, not for most of my life. I don’t hate vegetables and actually enjoy them raw, cooked, alone, or with a small bit of butter. Fresh fruit and berries even make my taste buds sing a happy tune that makes me feel like wearing love beads and painting rainbow pictures. But when I’m battling a wild craving for chocolate, or ice cream, or chocolate swirl ice cream, I don’t hear any music and I’m not exactly happy about saying no to myself. I’m the one filling up the “potty change” jar with the colorful words in my head. That’s where my toughest struggle rests is in my thinking, and that’s where believing and having faith that God is changing me is most important. Because then I can seriously consider where poor choices will lead me, to a place of cake crumbs and licked-clean ice-cream bowls and emptiness. It’s a lonely hollow place that I never want to find myself at ever again.

Measuring success by the slowly descending numbers on the scale or jeans sizes can be encouraging and even keep the momentum going for a while. When others notice that the way we look has changed we can feel good about the compliments and even use that to motivate us to move towards our goals. But the good feeling from those kind and caring words lasts for mere moments and, without further dramatic differences in our appearance, may not be said again for a long time. Sticking with our health and fitness commitments requires a persevering attitude and strong resolve that we’re in this for the long haul, no matter who does or doesn’t notice and no matter if the numbers haven’t changed much at all. Supportive family members and friends can certainly keep us accountable when they see us faltering or slowing our progress. But, ultimately, the very act of choosing to do something hard or unappealing sets into motion something in us that is deeper than we may even understand. Call it inner fortitude, staying power, resolute endurance, or firmness of mind. Whatever it is it becomes an unshakable force that can help us withstand any situation or circumstance that might otherwise defeat us. For me it’s obvious that my strength comes from the Lord because I know how weak and vulnerable to failure I am. And even though I have not seen God with my human eyes, there is unquestionable evidence of His hand on my life that makes me believe with absolute confidence that the work that He has begun in me, He will be faithful to complete it! That gives me confidence to trust Him and know with all my heart that with Him all things, even things I can't see, are possible.

Glory

Owned

"They own you, now." Our lovely oldest daughter stated with simple wise solemnity.

And it was true.

I had just given my personal information, showed my driver's license, handed over my debit/credit card, and signed a 12 month contract at a local fitness club. As I drove home my eyes glanced over at the envelope containing my pink copy of the agreement and receipts and I felt a wave of horror and instantly gasped at the thought: What have I done?! My audible response to the settling in of reality is what prompted our teen's statement.

And I couldn't argue. I had to agree. And I had given it willingly.

As the day wore on and the considerate query of the manager, "Will you be working out today?" replayed itself in my head I began to have a different feeling about being owned. Maybe it wasn't a strict obligation to avail myself of the equipment or to comply with making an appearance. Maybe it wasn't an adherence to a difficult workout regimen or depriving myself of my favorite culinary pleasures. Maybe it was actually an aligning of my goals and aspirations with others who value their health and just honestly want to discipline their minds and bodies to be the best they can be.

I suppose if I really think about it, I rather like being owned. Because it also implies acceptance and belonging. It's not entirely scary to think about walking into a fitness facility, scanning my key card at the front desk, and walking over to the cardio machines and starting my workout. Seeing the great diversity of like-minded individuals at the gym it's quickly becoming an environment I can appreciate and enjoy. I already have two good friends who go there and I know I will meet new people every day I make it in. There is encouragement, support, and accountability with being a member of a gym and those are all good things.

There are some obvious spiritual parallels here as well: acceptance, belonging, support, accountability. Knowing that my friends who go the gym are also women I see at least every Sunday helps me to apply all that I have learned and all that I do to every other area of my life. That means that this isn't just a one-year contract that I'll be released from when the expiry date comes. This is a lifestyle change and a lifelong journey that I don't have to walk alone! See? Owned. Alone. I'll gladly choose to be owned!

Glory

I Joined The Zumba Party!

It felt a little like a blind date! Throughout the day I kept checking the time to see when I'd have to get ready. As the hour approached I wondered: Do I shower before or after I'm all sweaty? Should I wear comfortable shoes or will I end up barefoot? Will I look good enough and make all the right moves? My palms even got sweaty as I walked to the planned location. I make friends easily enough but sometimes I worry that I'll do something stupid. Like showing up so early that I'm the lone lady standing by the door waiting to be let inside. I didn't wait that long but it's a lesson learned for next time.

More women showed up and we were all greeted with a smile from a cheerful redhaired tattooed young woman in a bright tank shirt and roomy yellow pants. She introduced herself as Bridget then quickly got the music going and we were led through an hour-long routine of movements that were fun, new, and a bit dizzying. Zumba is a party, after all! A couple of times we asked her to show us how to do things like the shimmy or the booty shake. Some of it was daunting choreography, especially for a beginner like me, but knowing that this wasn't "Dancing With The Stars" or anything competitive made it so fun and was actually more of a workout than I expected. By the time we finished cooling down, stretching, and Bridget led us in prayer (did I mention all this hip-swaying and pelvic tilting happened in a church?) I felt like I had joined a special sorority of empowered women of all ages who were celebrating our God-given bodies and getting fit at the same time.

What I enjoyed the most about this experience, besides the fact that it was a free Zumba class, was just the diversity of experience and fitness levels and how comfortable we all were in being together. I did end up barefoot as did another young woman which made some of the turning moves easier. Other women wore t-shirts but I felt more free to move in a tank shirt. And it was a good thing I skipped the shower since things got sweaty fast. Now I'm checking off the days until the next class, which is four days from now!

My advice after this Zumba experience is simple: find a class that will let you check it out for free. That way you'll know what you're comfortable with, the instructor's style, and the group you'll be working out with. Shoes with little or no tread can be worn but dance sneakers are the better way to go. Check with the instructor if you want to try going barefoot as he or she may have a strict policy about footwear. Even though I did my first class barefoot I know I'll have to get better shoes if I want to continue Zumba.

And, after how I felt having moved every possible muscle and joint in my body, I know this is something I want to do as often as possible!

Glory

Shop Til Ya Drop...Pounds And Inches, That Is!

Disclaimer: If you are a shopaholic or have a compulsive shopping disorder or are prone to impulse shopping then feel free to skip this story or be sure that you freeze your credit cards and bury all available cash in the backyard before continuing on.

This weekend with my sister Val was an experience I will never forget and treasure forever. What's better than two ladies hitting one of the biggest shopping malls in the whole world? For FOUR days?! Indulgent doesn't even start to describe how it feels to bid hubbies and children farewell for a crazy adventure that's guaranteed to build relationship and create memories. West Edmonton Mall is the ideal spot to do some serious shopping and outrageous play. Between pictures at an antique photo center and the 50 foot Space Shot at Galaxyland to nearly endless stores of all kinds and multiple food courts we are convinced that we put in at least 4 and a half miles of walking in every day. When our niece met up with us for lunch she drove us to one of Edmonton's over 460 parks where we climbed long wooden stairs twice, hiked through well kept trails, met up with cyclists, runners, a couple posing for engagement photos, and plenty of adorable pooches. But over the course of the weekend my sister and I found our exercise to be the hours upon hours of shopping we did, in spite of only going into a miniscule fraction of the over 800 stores in the mall itself. Our checkbooks can attest to this as well! Mallercise is a good and fun exercise in it's own right, after all, right?!

In all, a fabulous weekend has come to a bittersweet end. So, as is my habit, I stepped on the scale fully expecting to have gained at least a couple of pounds. So imagine my surprise and excitement when I discovered that I had LOST weight! *HAPPY DANCING* Not only that but the pants I was wearing comfortably prior to my departure can't even be held onto my waist with a belt. So I may be headed out for another shopping trip in the near future. Well, after my sweet hard-working hubby pays down the AmEx, of course!

Glory

In The Loop

Sitting in front of the laptop screen I felt as though I were leafing through a travel brochure. Where should I go? What would this place look like? Would there be unpleasant surprises when I got there? I wasn’t flying off on any sort of adventure or planning a trip to an exotic destination, though. The trip I was contemplating was much closer to home and would begin on my own doorstep. As I looked over the map of our city I was plotting the route I would take for a three-mile walk.

The truth is, I am a shameless homebody. I love nothing more than a nice comfortable spot on the couch nestled into a book sipping hot fragrant tea. My domestic life makes me happy and I would rather spend an hour folding laundry or washing windows than doing any form of outdoor activity. But the evidence of my leisure was gathering around my waistline so I knew that something needed to be done. I was never in fantastic shape but I did remember weighing less when I spent at least a half hour walking briskly every day. I knew I needed to duplicate this to some degree. My motivation was simple: lose weight. But since then it has become so much more than that.

After I mapped the course I determined that the best time to walk would be in the mornings after dropping off our second grader at school. So, with the boys tucked into the jogging stroller that Alisha graciously loaned me we were off. It felt daring and wonderful to walk along a busy road with semi-trucks and other cars zooming past us but the boys were more than thrilled with the rush of wind and roar of motors. Things quieted down some when we turned into a residential street with neatly mowed lawns and lovely landscaping. I talked to the boys about the tallest trees and the birds. We listened to the sounds of the birds and heard a rooster crowing. Then came another test as we had to cross a busy highway to continue our route home. By this time the boys were a little confused and asked if we could go back. The funny thing about walking that far is that, eventually, it takes longer to go back than to keep going. I know there’s a good spiritual analogy in that one! We walked past grumpy watch dogs, a horse grazing, and sheep. This was a treat for us all as it made the walk more enjoyable. With the lavender hued silhouette of the mountains ahead of us we were nearly home. And reaching our front door once again felt welcoming and deserved.

Since then I have taken the loop with my “personal trainer” aka Hubby, my school girl, and my college student. She has since reported that her feet hurt, she had a ravenous appetite, but she felt energized. It gave us time to talk and set the tone for our day. The loop has become a part of my daily life and I miss it when I don’t go. Mornings are definitely best since it’s much harder to get motivated when chores and other household tasks are screaming for attention.

God has shown me amazing things during the 50 minutes or less that it takes to walk the loop. I have been blessed, chastened, and encouraged by the time I spend in conversation with Him and with my kids. The setting is perfect and the company is the best. And the couch, books, and tea will still be at home when I get back.

Glory