Bootcamp, Beefstew and Beseeching

I have had one heck of a busy weekend.

I've spent the better part of the day planning meals, grocery shopping and washing fruits and veggies.

Guess what I ended up getting for my birthday?

Mmmmhmmm....

I've sliced and chopped my fool head off today.

I even made some dough.

With wheat!

Gasp!

For Glenco.

My fruits and veggies are resting comfortably in the fridge all prepped and ready for me this week.

I wanted to share the Beef Stew recipe with you.

Certainly - it was my favorite beef stew recipe, thus far.

Perhaps it was the mood I was in whilst cooking it - perhaps it was the celery root, perhaps it was the humanly raised, grass fed beef - I behoove you to try it and let me know what you think.

This isn't a picture of the actual stew -

photo from eating clean diet website

But this is the actual recipe I used.
: -)

The Best Danged Beef Stew Evah

1.25lbs of beef stew meat
1 tsp smoked paprika (I used regular)
1/2 scant teaspoon of sea salt
1/4 teaspoon ground cayenne pepper
fresh ground black pepper, to taste
1 tablespoon oil (I used a bit less)
1/2 large white onion, chopped
Large pinch dried thyme
Large pinch dried rosemary
2 tablespoons tomato paste
3 cloves garlic, chopped
2 tablespoons whole wheat flour (I used quick cooking tapioca)
4 tablespoons balsamic vinegar - divided
2 1/2 cups low sodium vegetable broth (I used beef broth)
2 bay leaves
1 cup chopped, peeled carrots
1 1/2 cups potato chunks (I used red potatoes)
1 cup of peeled, cubed celery root chunks (try not to substitute or eliminate this)
2 large portobello mushroom caps, cut into 1" chunks
3/4 cup of frozen peas

Pat beef dry with paper towel and sprinkle with paprika, salt, cayenne and black pepper.  In a large, heavy pot or Dutch oven, heat oil on medium high.  Add beef and cook, undisturbed for two to three minutes.  Flip beef and repeat on opposite side.
(original recipe said to do this in two batches.  I ask you, who has time for that?  I did it in one.)
Remove beef and place on a large plate.
Add the onion to the pot and cook about six minutes, til lightly browned.  Reduce heat to medium low and add thyme, rosemary, tomato paste and garlic.
Mix well.  Return beef and any accumulated juices to the pot.
Sprinkle with flour and cook for one minutes - stirring constantly.
Add 2 T of the vinegar and simmer for one minute.  Add broth and bay leaves.
Cover and increase heat to medium high.  Once it begins to simmer, reduce it to medium low, and maintain a slow, steady simmer.

Cover and cook for an hour and fifteen minutes - stirring about three times.

Add carrots - simmer for thirty minutes more.
Add potatoes, simmer for 10 minutes.
Add celery root, cover and simmer til all is tender - about 30 minutes.

Meanwhile, coat a large skillet with cooking spray and heat on medium high.  Slap those mushrooms in there and the remaining 2 T of vinegar, and a pinch of salt and black pepper.
Cook three to five minutes, stirring frequently.  Continue cooking until mushrooms are tender and all liquid is almost completely reduced, about three minutes.

Add peas to the pot.
Cook about 2 minutes, add mushrooms and remove from heat.
Remove bay leaves and serve.

Worth every minute.
One and a half cups of beef stew has 386 calories, 10 g fat, 32 carbs, and 35 protein.

The last thing I wanted to mention tonight is Bootcamp.
Tomorrow is the day.
Sign ups.
If you don't sign up tomorrow - you probably won't get in.
I'm beseeching you to give it a little more thought.

Click here and give my interview a listen.
You can access the link to sign up for the early bird email there too..

I wish I could somehow convey to you what a difference this program has made in my life.
I finally admitted that I couldn't do it on my own.
I liken it to the dentist, or going to the doctor for a needed surgery.
I wouldn't in a million years try to fill my own tooth - or give myself surgery.
I feel that being overweight for so long, and all of the emotional baggage I carried from it - was like a cancer on my soul.
I admitted I needed help.
I got it.
It was worth every dime, and even more.
If you are just sick and tired of being sick and tired - if you are just at the end of your rope of 'trying it on your own' or other programs that don't seem to work for you.
It's not just calories in, calories out.
You aren't broken.
You can succeed.
You aren't too old, you aren't too young.
You aren't too busy either.
There's no perfect time to change.
Now's your chance.
Right now.

Many of you will be glad to know that after today I won't be mentioning it again!
Ha!

Sign ups are tomorrow - the program starts on February 8th.
I'll be helping coach.
Nothing would make me happier than to help you succeed.
For real.

Please email me if you have any questions at all!

My goal for Bootcamp this go around is to lose another 20lbs.
I want to build some serious muscle and build my endurance.
I plan on rocking 50, 60, 70, 80, 90 and possibly 100.
Gettin' old ain't for sissies baby.

Move over Betty White -

The Post With No Name

I'm clean out of names for this post.

How in the Sam hill do I begin to thank you for all of your wonderful wishes!?

I loved reading them all - in fact, I read them each more than once and it just put such a smile on this 'old' gals face!

Shall I list my gifts?

Yes. 

Brooks running shoes - custom fit from Glenco. Swoon worthy.

Now I have to do something to honor those shoes!

An electric tea pot from Aaron - cutest thing ever - red - adorable and the boy knows I'm having a serious love affair with tea.

A Spiderman belly ring from my cousin Jim.  Uber cool!

Dinner out from my fab friend Donna.  Thanks girl!

Flower arrangement from my bosom friend Gina - a shopping trip and a new outfit to come - after I lose this last ten pounds!

Tomorrow night out with my sis and new brother in law - dinner and more fabulous gifts to come (according to Aaron).

Something handmade from my dear friend Renee - to come.

A personal workout with my Coach and a vintage apron from my New Zealand kindred spirit Fiona.

The crazy hat you see in my pic from my Boot Camp buddy Laura.

I even got an beautiful card and key chain from a blog reader Lisa!

Thanks Lisa!!!

My day ended up being nice and quiet.

I love me some quiet.

In between birthday phone calls, texts, flower deliveries and UPS gift deliveries (a girl can dream - although I did get one lovely bouquet delivered!) I got out me paint brushes.

Ever since I saw this picture on Pinterest - I've been a woman obsessed.

I've got to do something similar in my office.

I want it to be a space where I just long to linger - and sew - and write - and create.

Because I have such a small, 'charming' home - my studio will have to be an office/craft room/pantry/storage area.

I'm OK with that.

Orange has been my new favorite color - and I had some orange paint - so this is what I did.  I'm not sure the photos are going to translate well here - but let's give it a go.

I didn't plan on 'decoupaging' when I painted it orange, it was just a fly by night decision - and after I did decoupage it - I wasn't happy with the orange - which is just really - whatever, aye?

I have to apologize for the photos in this post.  I actually took pictures of the process, had nice photos of the shelves without food so you could see the vintage recipe ads that I had decoupaged on the walls - and now they won't transfer to the computer.  I had to quickly take photos with my phone and then email them to myself just now, and well, honestly, I'm mortified at how terrible they are!

  It really looks MUCH cooler than this.

As you can see, I don't have much food in my pantry. 

Most of my food is fresh and in the fridge.

Please note that the canned goods - although sparse, are alphabetized.

Don't hate.

I have some rogue crackers left from Christmas dinner.

The chickens will probably end up with them.

I'm hoping to have this project done real quick like.

Glenco's been taking measurements for the desk, and I'm thinking about paint colors for the walls.

I cooked what possibly could be the best beef stew that ever was.

I bought some meat from Whole Foods on the way back from my weekend away (eek!  just realized I never posted pictures!  I'm so discombobulated!)

It was grass fed, humanly raised beef - and it tasted like the meat I remember as a kid.

I'm ruined.

How will I ever just buy beef at the regular store now!?

How!?

I have to share the recipe with you - it's from 'Clean Eating' magazine.

Picked Aaron up from school - which I normally only do on Wednesday when he spends the night - but he gave me the 'but I want to spend time with you today' spiel and I fell for it.

: -)

Enjoyed his company through dinner.

The child is amazing.

He's not all sullen up like I had worried he would be as a 16 year old.

He's charming.

He's affectionate.

He's super chatty.

He's quite mature in many ways, and immature in the ways that it seems he should be at this age.

And that's OK.

You've got to give the people you love room to grow - room to be themselves.

I love watching him blossom.

After he left, I hunkered down with my lemon tart and my favorite polygamist family 'Big Love'.

Lord.  That show.

Talk about guilty pleasures.

I've got to get myself running now - so no more time to chat, and yet - so much more to chat about!

I want to share my two new recipes with you - and I want to encourage you that eating gluten free is EASY!  You can do it - and I would so encourage you to try it - you'd be surprised at how much better you'd feel.  Trust me, I was so hesitant to do it - because it was trendy - and I'm the furthest thing from trendy.  In fact, I'm quite rebellious.  If gluten free is the rage, then I'm eating some serious gluten!

I also wanted to remind you that my Coach's Boot camp sign up is MONDAY!

You only have a few more days to get signed up on the Early Bird Email List.

If you are sitting on the fence about this - and you want to join, but you are scared, or otherwise indecisive...please....email me your phone number and I will call you and talk to you.

It's life changing.  : -)

So much to say, so little time.

I'm literally bristling with thoughts and ideas and hopes and goals and assorted nonsense.

Bristling I tell you!

Til next time - be kind to each other.

My Name is Sally O'Malley...

Today is 'the' day.

I'm 50.

50!

I like to kick, and stretch- and kick....

Of course it doesn't feel a bit different than 49.

What do I want for my birthday?

It's different than Christmas.

I want presents baby!

I don't want cake - I don't want a fancy night out on the town - I don't want jewelry -

I want a big truckload of horse manure.

I want boxes of baby chicks and turkey poults.

I want trees and shrubs.

I want workout clothes and barbells.

I want a CrossFit membership and a bucket to puke in while I'm there.

I like where my life is going - but I want more.

I have felt a bit goal-less lately - a bit in limbo - and it's time for it all to change.

I know it sounds silly to say - but it feels like the clock is running faster and faster these days, and if I'm not careful I'll have some regrets.

Aaron is sleeping upstairs as I type this - it's almost time to wake him for school.

He's wanting to stay home today - says my birthday should be a National Holiday.

:-)

Nice try Aaron, nice try.

I'm not sure what I'm going to do with today.

I thought of heading out and spending the day alone - going to my favorite places like JoAnn fabrics, Barnes and Nobles, and the gym.

I thought of calling a friend to spend the day with me.

I thought about making a gluten free Lemon Tart.

I thought about tearing apart my office and painting it.

Perhaps I should stay home so I can accept all of the flower and gift deliveries.

(Please email me if you need my address!)

Perhaps I'll have a conglomeration of it all.

One thing is for certain - tonight I will sit on the couch with Glenco, watch Season Five, Disk Two of Big Love and knit.

And eat lemon tarts.

One thing I know for sure - I want to sit down and get my head together.

I need a big goal to shoot for -

maybe another marathon or something.

I don't cotton to this willy nilly feeling I've had lately - no clear direction - just floating along.

I also need to finish up my 50 Random Acts of Kindness this week - I missed a few days when I was sick.

I need to tell you about that project.  I hate to use words like 'amazing and life changing' but it really was in so many ways.

THANK YOU.

Thank you for being here - thank you for all the laughs and encouragement you've given to me.

Thank you, thank you, thank you!

Death by Triangle Pose - A Greek Yogurt Tragedy

I know.
Today's post was supposed to be about my icy hiking trip.

Tomorrow - I promise.

After today's turn of events - I had no choice but to blog about this.

Yoga class.

The Yoga studio was kind enough to let me opt out of Boot camp and go to a Yoga II class on Tuesday mornings.

Namaste baby.

I'm still not quite over my illness, but I thought I'd be good to go.

Let me preface this by saying that I discovered this product recently:

Pretty balanced in carbs and proteins, I thought that they might make a good breakfast or snack while I was away.

I packed a cooler full.

Did I mention I was sick and feverish when I was packing?

If you've been around the blog long enough - you know I don't eat dairy.

You know that it makes me bloated, smelly, depressed, achy and promotes symptoms of menopause.

I just thought it would 'be ok' for a couple of days, and that I could deal with a little bloating.

I hate eating out every meal when I go away.

Hate.

It.

I ate six in the last few days.

I entered Yoga class today full of promise.

I unrolled my lovely mat and thought I was looking pretty good in my new yoga pants and tightly fitted v-neck 3/4 sleeve gray t-shirt.

My breasts looked good.

I'm just saying.

It was all smoke and mirrors and a good bra - but for all practical purposes - they were looking good.

My bare feet looked lovely as I sat in lotus pose waiting for class to begin.

There was peace, tinkling music and a lot of elderly people.

I was feeling it.

We started out by lying on a bolster 'opening our sternum'.

My breathing was seamless.

I was in the zone.

In my mind's eye I was lean and limber and entertained thoughts of becoming a yogi master and teaching this very class one day.

I imagined myself floating around the class so graceful - blabbering about chakras.

I decided I'd start listening to tinkling music at home, and burning incense, and talking softly and slowly - about important things.

Then we stood up.

I noticed every time I bent over, I felt quite faint.

Oh gosh - really faint.

Faint, like as in - I'm gonna faint.

And we kept bending over.

Over and over.

I thought maybe my ears were all plugged with snots and I'm just off balance.

Then I noticed a sensation that I've never felt before.

Skin aflame.

Slight heart palpitations.

Sweating.

Nausea.

I was in triangle pose and I was holding on to it for dear life.

I began to shake and I thought I was going to go down - right then and there - and sheer willpower - not wanting to be embarrassed kept me vertical.

For five more seconds.

Go down I did.

I tried to do it gracefully, and I think I did - but the yoga instructor came by to make sure I was OK.

I nodded 'yes, yes - just still perhaps a bit too sick to be out' is what I said - but I was hoping some how or another he heard 'I'm dying - call 911'.

I sat there trying to cool off, calm down and not vomit as I watched all the obese 75 year old women in the room holding the pose.  I was scolding myself sharply.

"Jayme!  Why didn't you take care of yourself when you were younger!?  Why did you go to Dairy Queen so much!?  Why don't you exercise more??  You can't even do 20 minutes of yoga without dying!"

It was right about then I realized what was happening.

Sure, I'm still a little sickly - but a triangle pose shouldn't kill me.

I did a half marathon for goodness sakes!

I lift weights!

It was a bloody hot flash.

An epic hot flash.

A Greek yogurt dairy inspired hot flash.

I've never felt one like it.

I was on fire.  I was dying.  I wanted to strip nude and run outside and find a dirty snow bank to roll in.  I wanted to puke and faint, and roll up in the fetal position.

After a couple of minutes I was able to get back up - and do the rest of the class with no trouble.

I left feeling refreshed, a little taller and much calmer.

Hot flashes.

Please tell me - how in the world do you endure them?

Endure them I won't.

I've not had one since I started eating clean, and I've never had one as bad as today - and I shan't be eating dairy again if that's the effect I'll get.

 

where is the love?

Right here baby.

Just in from my birthday extravaganza weekend....

I'll tell you all about it and slap up some pictures, most probably tomorrow.

Just wanted to share this picture with you.

Just found it on the camera.

Glenco snapped it last week.

Is he not the most beautiful boy you've ever done seen?

I think so too.