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Monday, July 18, 2011

Back to Business!

It felt so good to go to bed in our own bed last night!! There really is no place like home! Someone even went to bed with his favorite toy...
Yes, I let my child sleep with a broom. He wouldn't lay down without it! You just have to give in sometimes.. 
You have to admit its pretty cute..
When he woke up this morning.. he still had a death grip on it..

He loves the broom?! Maybe he will be a good helper when he grows up?

It felt good to start this Monday off with a good workout. If you need a good workout today, give this one a try! My favorite workouts are "for time." I like the challenge and its always fun to race against yourself! This workout flew by and I felt the burn for sure. I didn't have a hard time jumping right back into the game. I was actually excited to sweat today! Vacations are amazing motivators sometimes;)

So after a week long vacation of eating out, eating whatever whenever, I crave my healthy eats and usual meals etc. You know, like pudding and chocolate? Last night, since I was up late due to time change from Hawaii I decided to prepare my breakfast... After googling chocolate and chia seeds (pretty much all I had in my fridge after coming home) I found this recipe on sparkrecipes.com & I recognized it from Averies blog! It was a given..
Chocolate Chia Seed PUDDING!


You will need:

  • 2 TBSP  Chia Seeds
  • 1/2 C. Unsweetened Vanilla Almond Milk
  • 1 TBSP Agave Nectar
  • 1 TBSP Cocoa
  • 1/2 TSP Vanilla Extract


Mix all ingredients together in a bowl and cover it and put it in the fridge overnight!
The cocoa takes some time to mix in so just keep stirring until its all blended in!
Then in the morning when you wake up just take it out of the fridge and ENJOY! Chocolate for breakfast!



Chocolatey goodness in a bowl. 


YUM!!

I'm off to celebrate a BIRTHDAY lunch with friends at one of my favorite places to eat! Then to the grocery store! My pantry and fridge are pretty scarce... See you later!

Q. Do you eat Chocolate for Breakfast?
Yes, and often. Chocolate Oats, Protein shakes and now pudding.

Q. After Vacation do you come back recharged to kick off the new week with healthy eating?
Yes, Yes and Yes I do!



Sunday, July 17, 2011

Chocolate-Cinnamon Almond Butter

Getting back into routine...I have some new recipes to share in between my Hawaii posts.. For those of you who are here for the actual "food blogger" me and not the "vacation blogger" in me... Ps. Do not expect midnight post every night.. I'm still running on Hawaii time and since its like 7 pm there now I'm hungry for dinner and not tired at all.. So, in my weak attempt to get back on Utah time, here is a midnight post for all you almond butter lovers.

I have a love for almonds...

An obsession really. Raw, roasted, ground almond butter. I'll take it.
In a bowl, on a spoon, how about just my finger?


Lately my local grocery store has been a little short in the almond department. The grinder is "out of order" frequently, so I would have to travel farther to find a grinder..



So I just started making my own! Its quick and simple.

Chocolate-Cinnamon Almond Butter

  • 2 Cups Raw Almonds
  • 3 Tbs Agave Nectar
  • 2 Tbs Coconut Oil
  • 1 Tbs Ground Cinnamon
  • 1/4 C. Dark Chocolate chips
  • optional: Sea salt to taste


Toast your almonds in the oven at 350 for about 10 minutes turning them once during the process

Till they are a little brown (not too brown.. you don't want to burn them.)

sidenote: Toasted almonds make a perfect snack too!

Throw cinnamon, coconut oil, agave and almonds in blender

Don't forget the chocolate!!!

Blend together in your blender or food processor till smooth or desired consistency is achieved



I love mine a little more on the crunchy then smooth side.



oh hey.. (can you see me?)

Chocolate+Almond+Cinnamon.. YES please! 

Forget the spoon, my finger will suffice.




ALOHA!

We are back on the main land! We had such a wonderful trip! As much fun and relaxing as we had in Hawaii, there is just something that I LOVE about just being home. I enjoy routine, schedules, comfortable surroundings and of course MY BABIES!! I missed them SO much!
To remember each day I will post a Hawaii re-cap post, along with the daily shenanigans, recipes, etc. Lets get started.

Kauai. Day 1.

First thing I learned.. I have been spelling "Kauai" wrong.. It's not K.a. u. i. FYI. Now that we are all on the same page.... Here is Brent and I at LAX after our first flight, We had a 2 hour delay till we boarded for Kauai to meet the family.
I was starving so we grabbed a quick snack to share.
A $13.00 Pina Colada smoothie and a bran muffin --- Airport food is scam. The smoothie was delicious though and got us in a island mood and the bran muffin was soft and filling. 


This was our view for about 6 hours. PS. pack snacks!!! Delta only offers 3 options.. cookies. peanuts. or pretzels.. none of which float my boat. Good thing I had a apple to munch on and blueberry Larabar.

Once we arrived we picked up our rental car, someone else was trying to hitch a ride with the transport bus. Roosters are ALL over in Kauai. I promise, you will notice them around 5 am. 

We stayed in a house with the fam! The house was perfect, all the rooms were inside but the "family room" was more like a backyard patio connecting all the bedrooms! 

We had an amazing view of the ocean! Something about waking up looking over to see blue water just makes my heart happy.

Self-timer.. self taught.. no lessons. 

We love to explore the island by going our own way, The first morning Brent and I wanted to get to the beach  first thing! So we just started going down random unmarked roads to find a beach. We came to a trailhead and thought why not.. The water was breathtaking and the hike was downhill through lots of trees, it took us right down to the beach!
So you see that wave.. you see my shoes and camera... Take a big guess what happened.  My camera and shoes got washed into the ocean. (This is actually an iphone pic.) Luckily, my camera was in the case so it got a little water in it. We let it dry out and it worked!!! Phew!

We found a little love coral. 

Later that day we went sight seeing with the family! 

Missing a few peeps, but here is the gist. 
Waimea Canyon is beautiful! 

Next up was the Puu Hinahina look out.
Last but not least...
The Kalalau Lookout! Look Familiar? This is where Jurassic Park was filmed! 



It was a great day of sightseeing, beach days, kayaking, hiking and waterfalls to come! 

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Home bound!

Hey friends! I'm chillin at the airport! Expect a post tomorrow with a giveaway! We had a great vacation in Hawaii! Full recap to come!
ALOHA!
Ps. Blogging from iPhone is lame sauce but at least you know I'm alive;)

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Guest Post: Death & Injury

Today's Guest post comes from Liz! from GPP. She blogs here. 
Liz is my role model, one of my trainers, one of best friends. she is a competitor, she is a mother of four.

 She swims, bikes and runs. Oh heck. This woman is a IRONMAN!
I'm so happy that she agreed to a blog post! Without further a do. Meet Liz. 




Hi! I'm Liz! I have known Candice for about a year. And happy to post for her today!

I'am USAT Level 1 Certified coach, Co-owner of GPP Fit, Owner of GPP endurance. I have been a trainer for 6 years. I run multiple winter triathlon training camps fro athletes all over the country. I am an endurance athlete with 12 years of experience, qualified for 2011 age group national Championships. And on top of it all and the most importantly, I am a mother of 4 and a wife to an amazing man.
I believe that everyone should do something that scares them and do it with power.

I am an inaugural IM St. George finisher. Currently training to compete in Ironman Arizona 2011.

Every athlete will experience a setback at some point in their training, whether it be by fatigue, injury, or a personal issue. How you deal with it depends on your personality and determination. I experienced an injury to my foot this last year that put me in a boot. NO running.
I went through different emotions and decided that an injury the limits you from doing something you love can stir up your feelings and suddenly you begin the grieving process..


Death & Injury
Most of us have experienced the death or loss of a loved one, and all the pain, heart ache, and patience required to heal.  Some of us are aware that there are psychological processes that need to occur to heal from such devastation.  In school I learned that one cannot skip steps in this process and that each stage needs to be reached before the next.  Time frames are abstract and based on an individual’s emotional stability, support groups, relationship with the deceased or lost person, etc.  So as one person seems to progress to the next stage of grieving quicker than another, both individuals still need to experience each stage in order to heal from their pain.
In Elizabeth Kubler-Ross’s book, “On Death and Dying”, she founded the theory of the 5 Stages of Grief.  These are denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. In that order each person, that has experienced the loss of a loved one, must acknowledge the loss, accept each stage, and experience it in order to move on.  The first time I had learned of this was in my High School Psychology classes and then again while studying pre-med in College. Most psychologists today still follow this method as they council their patients.
I believe that an injured athlete experiences the same emotional pain, because of their injury, as when someone grieves over the loss of someone they cared very deeply for.  I believe an injured athlete needs to go through the same 5 steps of grief (denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance), and does so naturally when dealing with an injury as they would if they had to go through the grieving process for death.  It is especially hard when that athlete associates their identity with their athletic pursuits and successes because when the ability to train and compete is removed from their day, it’s like losing a person, the person they identified as themselves.  I don’t care if you are a professional athlete that earns a living through performance, or an age-grouper that has finally had the courage to register for that big race, both people will experience the same loss and devastation when injury happens.
I say devastation because that’s what it really is…devastating! Being at the top of your game, feeling like you are finally about to break-through to that next level of performance, feeling strong, feeling fast, feeling motivated and excited to get to your next goal, only to instantly and spontaneously get crushed by an unforeseen injury. 
Denial is trying to convince yourself that the injury isn’t THAT bad, that what the doctors are telling you doesn’t really apply to someone in as good of shape as you are. That regardless of the extreme pain, you can train through it and force your body to deal with it and get tougher because you grin and bear it, ice and pop your anti-inflammatories, modify your workouts (a little), and in no time at all you will be back to exactly the way you were…in a few short days. 
But the doctors and physical therapists tell you months, they tell you the average healing time is 8-12 weeks.  You reluctantly agree while in the back of your mind you review your fitness, your above average abilities and immediately,  in your mind,  you  cut that time to a third of the time that average people heal in.  Denial is begrudgingly following your physical therapy as you secretly continue to do your workouts and push the levels of your injury.
Anger is when you finally realize you really are hurt and that everything you have been trying to avoid facing has, in actuality, only made your recovery longer or even made your injury worse! Anger is realizing that someone should’ve warned you not to lift that much, someone should’ve told you that curb was higher than you thought, someone should’ve been smart enough to keep you healthy.  Someone, anyone, other than you, because you were doing everything right, you followed the training plan, you are a healthy athlete with a race coming up so why didn’t someone prevent this from happening. 
Anger is when you turn the blame to yourself and get mad at everything you think you did wrong as you go through every detail of the moment of injury trying to figure out what you did, in that exact second, to cause this. Then going over all the ways you should’ve been able to prevent it.
Bargaining occurs when you ask your doctor, “If I continue this therapy perfectly, I should be fully recovered sooner than you thought right?” “If I’m really careful then maybe I can still go for a run, maybe I can still find a way to train.”  Bargaining even sounds like this, “God please don’t take this away from me, I promise to be a better person and never (fill in the blank) again if I can just get better and back to training, I promise.”  Bargaining is our last ditch effort at controlling the outcome of our loss.
But once you deal with the denial, once the anger fades away, and once you finally realize bargaining won’t fix anything, comes the sadness.  Depression sets in and all there is, is emptiness and vast expanse of time lost in nowhere to go.  Goals seem distant and unachievable. No one can help or understand. We might start trying to fill our emptiness with food or sleep or lack of both. We might even start sabotaging our recovery because our plans are mute. We stop communicating, we stop caring. This is the hardest period because an injured athlete has lost their outlet for these feelings and don’t have a visible way to cope.
According to a study mention in the New York Times, 343 male college athletes, from various sports, were observed.  51% experienced some type of depression after being injured and 12% became moderately to severely depressed. Dr. Gerald Kaforey, of Vanderbilt Sport Medicine Center, stated that 1 out of every 4 or 5 of the injured athletes that come in to get treated suffer from depression.
The length of this stage can last several weeks to several months.
After each of these stages have been experienced, in order and without forced effort to move forward prematurely, then the final stage of acceptance is reached.
Acceptance is clarity of who you are, what has happened to you, and how it can be dealt with. You are more than an athlete; you could be a wife or a father.  Your identity has evolved to be more diverse, more than an athlete and your performance.  Acceptance is the realization that you can again be where you want to be athletically, but you are willing to take the necessary precautions and take the proper steps to get there. Therapy, rest, counseling, possibly a change of sport are all ways that injuries heal.  Acceptance is doing whatever it takes for however long you need too and accepting yourself as you take the time to heal.
Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance are very poignant, tangible stages of grief that apply not only to the death of someone we love, but to the loss of our passion and identity as athletes through injury.
Sometimes we are lucky enough to get to a point where our injuries heal and we are able to continue to our goals sooner than we had thought.  But if not we need to ride out these 5 stages of grief. By doing so, I believe, we can be better athletes and more determined to enjoy our sport.  Eventually we heal, but only when we acknowledge the loss and only when we don’t rush it.

Q. Have you ever experienced an injury that set you back from training? Did you Grieve?

Monday, July 11, 2011

Guest Post: It takes an army

Todays Guest post comes from one of the coolest chicks I know! I met Moka through GPP and have admired her in every way! She is the nicest, funniest person I know. She has a way to make anyone happy and is always laughing! 
I asked her to post about what it takes to be a mother of 4 and train for an Ironman! She completed the Ironman St. George this past year. It takes determination, skill, endurance, physical and mental prepardness to get through such an amazing feat. Not to mention a sense of humor... 

Take it away Moka!! 





It Takes an Army
By: Moka Allen
        November 8, 2010, I called a family meeting. My husband had said for quite some time he would support me when I was ready  to do an Ironman. Well, the time had come. I sat down with my husband and 4 small children (8,5,2,&1) that evening  to discuss how this would impact the family and if they were okay  with the sacrifices we’d all have to make. Everyone quickly agreed and acted like it was no big deal. We really didn’t know just how many sacrifices we’d make and what we were in for. But this one race and the next six months changed our family and brought us closer than ever imagined. November 9, 2010 I had registered for Ironman St. George. Oh geeze.
I immediately got online and started doing research on training plans and finding support. I was officially in ironman training mode. I found a training group through the Ironman St. George Facebook page, they were some of the best people I could have met to cover the other side of my support group. These people had it all together. Family, fun, and fitness. They were the real deal and I wanted to join their ranks.
A typical day went like this, my mornings started between 4:00am and 5:00am so I could get in the bulk of my workout and be home in time for carpool and to get my husband off to work. To my surprise most mornings I would come home and the kids would be up and fed and mostly clothed. My two oldest children started making their beds so I wouldn’t have to and putting everyone’s dishes in the dishwasher instead of the sink. All of these little tasks made mornings so much smoother. After carpool, we’d usually head straight to the gym to finish whatever of my workout wasn’t done or do some strength training. After I slugged my way through my gym sesh, I’d run home and feed my kids lunch just in time for round 2 of carpool. After carpool I’d head back home where my 2 babies and I would lay down and take a hard earned nap. I always used this time to read a book or two to my now 3 year old and we fall asleep cuddling.
 Not long after I registered, I was diagnosed with a stress fracture in my left foot. I felt defeated and that my race was over before it had began. I laid in bed for a week sobbing myself back to sleep as soon as I’d wake up. I felt like I had let everyone down. I was a mess. This bump in the road I did not see coming at all.
Just as my family had agreed, they were there wiping my tears, my kids made me cards and cuddled me in bed. My husband let me just be upset and run my course. Several people from my new training group were calling me daily as well and gladly lending an ear as I cried over the end of my triathlon career (insert sarcasm and a drama queen). With some new ironman vets who had shared in similar experiences and coping mechanism I was back in action and taking it a day at a time. As soon as I was ready, I had a giant family lifting me out of bed and throwing me back into a cold pool.
Several months into training as my workouts were getting longer and more intense, I also started traveling more to train outside in a warmer climate. What better place to train than on the actual ironmann course! This was great, or so I thought. Although I was getting the time and miles in and my family traveled with me some of the time, they’re was quite a bit of scrutiny and judgment coming my way from outsiders. These people just didn’t get it.  I hated the comment “I just don’t have time for that.” Well, guess what? I don’t have time to scrapbook or host a book club. Priorities. At the time this weighed heavily on me. I often cried and beat myself up thinking that I was failing and not juggling life as well as I thought. My family helped me realize that I wasn’t the only one invested in this race and that this was their priority as well. They were just as deep into this as me and loving every moment, good and bad. If you want something you will find a way. And that’s exactly what I did.
I often felt like people thought my training was more important than my family. Which is absolutely NOT true. We learned to work as a team and enjoy and take advantage of the time we did have together even if that meant lots of cuddling and movies. What was important is that we all laughed and enjoyed each other. We started really appreciating the time we spent together instead of taking it for granted. My kids really started looking up to me like I was superwoman and could do it all. They would hear my family and friends talking about this adventure I had embarked on and starting see their Mom as a powerful and strong woman with goals, dreams and a passion. They first hand witnessed my blood, sweat, and tears. My kids decided they to wanted a piece of the tri pie too.
During Ironman week my 3 year old, Bentley, participated in the the Ironman Kids Fun Run. They started their run in the park. The crowds lined the finishers chute cheering on all these young kids striving to follow in their parents foot steps. The crowds cheered so loudly and families had made signs. The love and support by these kids fans was so impressive. Several of my new triathlon family members came to the kids fun run just to cheer on my Bentley without me even inviting them. They, just as family does, tend to show up for family events because we are family and thats exactly what family does. The kids fun run  finished at the actual Ironman finish line where I would cross the following night. Bentley got a t-shirt, a finishers picture and a medal just like her mommy. Two months later and she still announces that she “did an Ironman” and shows off her medal every chance she gets.. She couldn’t be more proud of her accomplishment.


Race Day. Didn’t go as planned. Two days before my race I came down with the stomach flu. Only we were all convinced it was race nerves until about mile 21 of the marathon when it had dawned on me that my kids had the stomach bug the week before. I started the race on an empty stomach since I couldn’t eat a thing nor had I eaten much for two days prior. I somehow by the grace of God and support of my family finished. It was the longest and lonliest day of my life.I hit delirious somewhere on the bike and managed to escape a police officer attempting to pull me off the course and let a medic check me out. My husband chased me around the marathon course cheering me on.My coaches, parents, kids, niece and nephews all cheered me on at mile 13. I wanted to drop dead. At the time I was heavily annoyed by everyone. I just wanted to crawl into a hole and die. I knew I was going to be minutes from making the midnight cutoff and still had another 13 miles ahead of me. As frusterated as I was I just wanted to fall into everyone’s arms and call it a day, a good attempt, and a nice try. But I couldn’t. They all had faith in me and pushed me far beyond what ones body should be able to do. If I couldn’t do it for me I had to do it for them. I left my family with the hopes of making it back to the finish line as an Ironman. It was dark at this point and I had never felt exhaustion like this in my life! Not even after nursing babies several times in the middle of the night for months . My husband met me one last time at mile 23 and told me I was going to make it. I just had to hold a 15 min/mi. I told him my epiphany about the stomach flu. His response was “ I know, I’ve had it all day and didn’t want to tell you thats what it was.” I was shocked and yet still somehow found humor in this. My husband left so he could watch me finish. Those last few miles were the hardest. I wanted my husband to carry me, to be my crutch. I didn’t want to do this on my own any longer.  I just wanted to be reunited with my family. I crossed the finish line with just 10 minutes to spare. My husband caught me across the finish line and I cried in my fathers arms. My sister in law held me and we cried together. My daughter was so excited and proud that I endured to the end. My training partners and tri family came back long after they had finished to cheer me on as I was the last one of our tri family to cross the finish line that night. My friends and family from afar stayed up til midnight and even 2 am on the east coast to watch my finish on Ironman Live. My little ones clearly didn’t make it til midnight to watch me finish but they hear the stories of that day and know that we all did something great together and are so proud of our accomplishment.
My husband and I plan on returning next year as a team but this time without the stomach flu. I definitely feel as though I have unfinished business on that course yet still have learned so much about myself and the strength of family.

It takes an army to get one athlete across an Ironman finish line. This is one army you don’t want to be against.
I am chef, personal cheuffeur, a maid, stage mom,doctor, therapist, referee, guidance counclor, soccer mom, wife, a mother of 4. I am an Ironman.


Saturday, July 9, 2011

How to make Sweet Potato Fries

I'm in route right now to kaui! Currently in LA! Our flight has been delayed due to a maintenance issue.. Lame. Although it does give me a minute to publish a quick post! I didn't bring my laptop so posting via iPhone this week! I have had a few request for a how to for sweet potatoe fries! Enjoy!!!
I kinda like sweet potatoes. We have them at least 4 times a week. No I'm not even exaggerating! I make them in advance, I take them on the go, I cover them in tinfoil to bake, I cover them in cinnamon, & sometimes.. I just make fries! I have had a few readers ask me how I make these sweet little gems. So I decided while I'm lounging on the beach, You can make these, like everyday. 

First, Go to your local grocery store and pick up some regular sized sweet potatoes, Don't even try to ask the grocer for a sweet potato cause he will probably point you in the direction of those yellowy looking weird potatoes and claim that these are actually YAMS. (whatever, that may be the truth,but I prefer to call my taters whatever I want. mmmmk) Glad we got that clear. 

Peel the Potatoes & preheat your oven to.. 

Normal and recommended heat: 375 degrees toss and turn fries every 15 minutes till soft. (45 minutes)
or 
Speedy Mcgee way.. 495 degrees bake for 10 minutes, toss and turn and continue baking for 5. 





See the butt.. or maybe thats the head.. IDK but cut off both ends.

Key to good sweet tater fries.. A GOOD Knife, I failed to mention the last time I made these I totally broke my knife. It was weak sauce anyway, so today I purchased this beauty! A new knife! and I smiled the whole time I was cutting them up. Who knew a knife could make this girl so happy. 

Just like Buttah! 

Slice peeled potato in half


And then those halves in half.

Must be picture presentable. ( I obviously like a little skin)

Lay them flat side down


Slice and dice into perfect little fry shapes


Oh those squishy fries from McDonalds are powerless over these babies.


Place on a cookie sheet covered in tinfoil (saves on dish washing time) 
Cover with tinfoil and sprinkle with desired seasonings.

Options?

Salt + Paprika (as shown above)
Simply organic ranch packet seasoning (my personal fave)
Cinnamon and agave- You can't resist and will eat the whole sheet. Mark my word. 






Delish! 

Go ahead and try these! I find that they match perfect with a turkey burger, BBQ, Fish and "fries". Any meal, I store any leftovers in a plastic bag and take them with me on the go! They are delish! 

Q. Yams? or Sweet Potato?
Its a "sweet" potato.  Yams sure but only on thanksgiving will I ever refer to them as such.

Q. What is a kitchen gadget you can't live without?
Mine is currently my new knive.