Strawberry Spinach Salad FTW!

A long time ago, and far far away, I considered myself a clean eating ‘Nazi’. Spending my weekends in pursuit of the freshest fruits and vegetables from local produce markets made me somewhat a self-proclaimed expert in healthy eating. I enjoyed taking care of my body and reaping the benefits of my hard work.

Then the pregnancy began…and so did four months of being unable to keep anything down besides grease on top of grease.  We all know that once you fall off the wagon, it’s extremely difficult to hop back on.  As much as I longed for my former self to make an appearance, I simply didn’t have the motivation.  Besides – pregnancy is pretty much the only time in my life I could justify having two(four)pieces of cake on my birthday.  Ten months later, I have an extra forty pounds to lose to get back to my old weight.

Easy, right?  Oh, but breastfeeding takes the weight right off!!  Except no.  Your body stores all that extra fat to help produce your milk until you finally stop.  Which also means…I need to take in a lot more calories than I was used to before pregnancy.  Hell, even during pregnancy!  Because breastfeeding burns a lot of calories, I need to make them up.

Now, I know it’s not easy to eat well balanced meals when your infant demands your constant attention and you’re exhausted to the core, but there are some simple healthy meals you can create to keep you, and your milk supply, going strong.

I try to base my meals around the foods that help build my milk, especially after a small scare in low production.

I found a simple list on the blog Undercover Mama. It’s easy to incorporate certain foods, and thankfully I enjoy eating them all!

Yesterday, I made a delicious Strawberry Spinach salad(two helpful ingredients!).


I just took a few handfuls of organic baby spinach and added some strawberries, walnut pieces, feta cheese, and poppy seed dressing for a light and healthy lunch.  Tip: a fast and easy way to slice those strawberries for when you’re crunched for time is with a strawberry slicer(clever, I know).  Just pop your berry into the slot and close.  Perfectly sliced pieces in a second.  Anything to make meal prep easier when baby is yelling!

For an after lunch snack, hummus and pita chips are healthy and satisfying.

I keep track of my calories and activity on My Fitness Pal, which makes it easy to obtain my goals.  For just over 600 calories, you can have a deliciously filling lunch and snack, and help boost your milk supply!

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I’m excited to try new and yummy dishes, and I can’t wait to share them with you!  Enjoy!


Ten Things I’ve Learned About Being a Mom

095Have you ever asked your mother how she made it through her pregnancy with you?  Or called her with a question about your own little darling while she spewed baby profanity in the background?

If your mom is anything like mine, chances are her ‘mom brain’ deleted a few of the horrifying facts…let’s just be honest…ALL of the horrifying facts.

While I was waddling around acting as a human punching bag for the wee child, my mom was studying pregnancy websites and wondering why she ‘never had my symptoms’.  It was baffling to her, really.  How could I sweat so much while she simply glowed?  What did I mean, my lady parts were on the verge of falling out?  She only floated on a cloud during her pregnancy with me.

But seriously??  Being pregnant sucked.  And being a mom is terrifying.  I am two months in, and this is what I’ve learned so far:

1. Babies cry.  Like, a lot.  As in, the world is coming to an end and my child is the one bearing all of the tortuous events, singlehandedly.

2. Poo is projectile.  It can, and will, shoot at you if you don’t wait to change the diaper until after the second blow.  Sometimes third.

3.  Getting baby dressed will give you a better workout than your actual workout.  And really, what’s the point?  You’re just going to have to change her once she pukes all over herself or craps all the way up her back to her stinking hairline.

4.  Babies puke.  Like, a lot.  Sometimes it’s a little spit-up, and sometimes Niagara Falls will visit your living room.

5.  You will never watch a movie again.  The TV will be on all day, and sometimes you will change the channel for better viewing pleasure, but pleasure is a thing of the past.  Yet you will keep trying.  Those people who tell you that you will have time to watch endless seasons of every show to ever exist?  They are dirty liars.

6.  Babies do not nap.  At least mine doesn’t.  She will fight to keep those huge eyes open, exhaustion be damned.  I get it, kid; something spectacular that you’ll forget about two seconds later might happen in the same exact room you spend every minute of your life.  Which leads right back to point number one.  Babies cry.  A lot.

7.  Free time ceases to exist.  If you’re lucky enough to have a baby who naps, kudos to you and your free time.  But I was sorely misguided when I fantasized about the time I’d have to clean house, make healthy dinners, exercise, and get going on that writing career of mine.  Most days I eat whatever I can grab, get my only exercise from changing the baby’s clothes, and stare longingly at a blank Word document while I don’t watch whatever is on TV.

8.  You become a human Hoover.  I do not remember what food tastes like.  Most of my lunches are built between running back and forth from kitchen to living room to make sure my child has not suddenly learned to leap over the side of her sleeper and crawl to freedom beyond the walls of the apartment.  I eat faster than a dog.

9.  Breastfeeding is all-consuming.  Everyone told me about the incredible bond I’d feel the first time I breastfed.  That part was true.  But once we were home and I could no longer wear a convenient hospital gown, it seemed I was feeding my kid so much, I would be better off walking around topless at all times.  If the whole leaking thing wasn’t a concern, this would be my existence.  Naked.

10.  Your baby will make you a liar.  You see, all of the above is reserved just for you.  The mom.  When you enter the public eye, your child will turn into a happy, bubbling, cooing angel whose poo stays neatly packaged inside her diaper.  She will not cry, she will sleep on command, and everyone will judge you for being exhausted because, clearly, you are wrong.

And you know what?  You will still love her with all you’ve got.

The Adventure Begins!

Once upon a time, I had a ‘normal’ life.

Then I found out I was pregnant.

Suddenly my well-planned out days of work, fitness, healthy meal preparation, and before-bed reading and writing turned into a desperate need for sleep.

At all. Times. Of the day.

Because when I wasn’t sleeping, I was vomiting.  Or thinking of vomiting.  Or trying not to vomit.  Or wishing I could vomit.

Normal was gone, and replaced by psychotic.

Everything became sob inducing.  That cute little puppy?  Tears.  Hallmark Christmas commercials?  Forget about it. (This may be a ‘normal’ thing, too.) Someone breathing in my general direction?  I was pretty sure I could get out of jail time if I blamed it on pregnancy hormones.

Then The Day came.  My water broke, and nine hours later, I was holding my Ava while the lactation nurse yelled at me for breastfeeding my new baby the way she ‘didn’t like’.

Motherhood became my normal.

Now I’m trying to marry my former self and my mom self.  Fitness, a healthy lifestyle, and focusing on my writing career are second only to my amazing daughter.  Yes, I know it will be hard work, especially when I have a full-time paying gig that sucks the heart and soul from my world.  But it can(and will)be done.

Each time I discover a new blog, I scroll all the way back to the beginning to learn about the author’s drive.  Why did they start this?  Who are they when they aren’t typing away and hoping to reach someone on the reading end?

Although you’ll learn more about me over time, I’ll start by saying this: I am a mom who wants her daughter to know that you can have it all, as long as you’re willing to work your ass off for it.  This is where I begin.