tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53559830355642863782024-03-15T20:09:20.435-05:00Fat Ass To Fit AssRunning On EmptyKate Hugginshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11513013011386055754noreply@blogger.comBlogger456125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355983035564286378.post-77695190717945736972015-02-01T20:25:00.001-06:002015-02-01T20:26:44.453-06:00Birthday boy I was 18 when the doctor told me the weird and random autoimmune disease made it likely that I'd never be able to safely give birth. <br />
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Up until that point the only thoughts I'd given to child birth were ways to prevent it. I don't think my brain and heart really got it at that point. <br />
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A few years later I was shopping for a baby shower for a friend and burst into tears in the baby aisle of my favorite Target. I still didn't really get it. <br />
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Then it was my tag line, my smart ass line about my barren self, how child birth might kill me so I just drink wine and play with my dogs. Make other people feel uncomfortable when I talk about it so I don't have to find a way to feel comfortable with one life decision taken completely out of my hands.<br />
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Instead, I'd be the cool aunt who could sleep in and take kids to the zoo and then return them to their parents. <br />
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I still hadn't dealt with it, I still haven't dealt with it, is that something you even deal with? It's just a thing in my life. Maybe my platelets and immune system will learn to live together in my body peacefully or maybe they won't. <br />
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I got dogs. They became my babies. Now I have a real baby that's not mine, but he gets to be mine one day a week and every day for the rest of our lives, or as long as he'll let me be his Aunt Kate. Although he can't say Aunt Kate. He can say dog and tries to kiss Molly and Bella just like he does me so he may think I'm the head dog at my house. <br />
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This is sweet baby Elijah James. When he was a newborn I tried really hard to convince his father to change his name to Spencer James so he'd be named after me. I wanted to put my mark on him to guard him forever. <br />
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His first few months in the world were a kind of bizarre chaos that I previously only thought existed in lifetime TV movies starring Valerie Bertinelli, and now know also in my family. Now he is here. He is perfect and he inherited the fake smile I used as a child and inherited from my mother when she was a child. <br />
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We wrinkle our nose and show you all our teeth. I'm not sure why, but it's a thing. He has blue eyes like the Pops he'll never know but here thousands of stories about and he loves to hold tight to you while he sleeps. Jenny Lewis songs soothe him when he cries in the car and anytime you hand him a stuffed animal he will kiss it on the mouth. <br />
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He will be one year old on February 3rd. It feels like yesterday he was a tiny newborn with dark hair that stuck straight up and we tried to figure out how our dysfunctional family was going to shelter him in the world. <br />
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Now he toddles around, throws balls and loves to read the mail. We have long talks about everything and he's the best brunch date I've ever had. <br />
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I may never have my own child. I may adopt as many as they'll let a foul mouthed workaholic have, who knows. <br />
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This boy stole my heart the first time I saw him sleeping peacefully in the chaos around him. He brings out the best in me, I've never been patient or kind or even cuddly until Eli decided Aunt Kate was a cuddle toy. <br />
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We sit for long times with his head on my chest. His hand on my face or patting my back. He smiles at me and gives me the side eye before doing something he's not supposed to. He can do whatever he wants as long as he gives me kisses on demand and learns to say something that sounds like my name. <br />
<br />Kate Hugginshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11513013011386055754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355983035564286378.post-56361097717855068002015-01-25T20:34:00.001-06:002015-01-25T20:34:03.320-06:00...I cry a lot. At pop culture. The right book, movie, TV show, song and even award show acceptance speech will set me off in tears. <br />
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I don't cry a lot in real life. I make a joke. I roll my eyes. I take deep breaths and count to 10 or 75. <br />
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It's weird. I know. The last time I cried in public it was a gut wrenching sob that I never thought I'd be able to stop. I still don't know how I stopped. Sometimes I don't think I ever really did. It's just sobbing on the inside. <br />
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Every year this date rolls around and I kind of dwell on it in my head. Is the sense of loss more overwhelming on the anniversary of the day it happened? Does attaching a number, like 15 this year, make it more resonant? No. But the mind can't stop doing that. We're wired to commemorate things on a five count. <br />
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But it doesn't matter the year. The month. The time of day. It's there. Dwelling in my heart, my brain, an ache in my bones at times. <br />
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At friend's weddings I see them dance with their father. I see pictures of my friends' kids with their grandparents. I play with my nephew and think about how much he'd have loved his Pops. I close my eyes and see his glasses. It's constant. <br />
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So tomorrow will be 15 years since I lost my Pops. The man who with Mems raised me to be mouthy, spoiled and loved. <br />
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No matter how many years pass, I wake up every day thinking about him. Sometimes I laugh. Sometimes I cry. Sometimes I eat vanilla wafers and peanut butter and curl into a fetal position. <br />
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But then I let it pass. I get up and keep moving. <br />
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Kate Hugginshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11513013011386055754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355983035564286378.post-26091762499982708452014-12-31T20:57:00.003-06:002014-12-31T20:57:51.341-06:00A new year This blog started many moons ago as a New Year's resolution.<br />
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Get thin. Blog about it. Make people laugh.<br />
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It's all still a work in progress.<br />
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I'm thinner than I was, not as thin as I once was. Blogging fell by the wayside when things got busy. I find myself pretty amusing, whether other people do I can't say. I think I'm witty.<br />
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Now, it's time for a new year. I'm ringing it in after taking a handful of vitamins and some apple cider vinegar to stave off what I think is a cold.<br />
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I'm thinking about what I want to do in 2015. Instead of resolutions I want to do 10 things I've never done before in the next year.<br />
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So here goes:<br />
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<li>Hike the <a href="http://www.nature.org/ourinitiatives/regions/northamerica/unitedstates/oklahoma/placesweprotect/keystone-ancient-forest-preserve.xml" target="_blank">Keystone Ancient Forest</a>. I've wanted to since I learned about it, but I've never done it. It's time to put on my boots and hike the trail. Blame my recent reading of Wild for this being up on the list.</li>
<li>Run the <a href="http://www.tulsasports.org/tulsarun/" target="_blank">Tulsa Run</a>. I know I said I was never running again after I did the <a href="http://fat-ass-to-fit-ass.blogspot.com/2014/04/so-i-ran-half-marathon-more-or-less.html" target="_blank">Oklahoma City Half Marathon</a>. But you knew I was lying when I told you that, didn't you? I'm addicted. This is a hometown tradition that I've never done, so it's happening. </li>
<li>The <a href="http://yoga108.org/pages/show/109-kakasana-crow-yoga-posture" target="_blank">crow</a>. I've been doing yoga pretty regularly for a while now, so why the hell can't I do the crow? It's bullshit. It's pissing me off.</li>
<li>Travel. I travel for work, but rarely for fun. I have a lot of places I'd like to visit. I think it'd be empowering to travel alone. I'd like to make at least one trip this year. I'm thinking Chicago. Mainly because I want to eat at <a href="http://www.rickbayless.com/restaurants/" target="_blank">Rick Bayless</a>' restaurant.</li>
<li>Write. I've been talking about putting my book of Mems and Pops stories together for years. God knows Mems gives me enough material. I need to outline it. I need to write out the stories in my head. I need to focus. </li>
<li>Read more. I aimed for <a href="http://www.pinterest.com/kate_huggins/2014-books/" target="_blank">50 books in 2014</a>. I ended up with 35. I know I can do this. </li>
<li>Breathe. I like to be busy. I like to have to do lists. I like to do things. I need to remember to not do things sometimes. I need to say no more. I need to sleep occasionally. </li>
<li>Take the GRE. I keep toying with the idea of getting my Master's degree. So let's take the damn test and see if I can even get into the program I want to take. </li>
<li>Conquer a fear. Any of my fears. I tried the height one with the trapeze. It kind of worked. What about my fear of public speaking? My fear of commitment? My fear of snakes? Let's 86 those. </li>
<li>Spend more time with the people I love. I'm a big believe that family is what you make it, blood or not. I've been kind of closing in on myself the last few months and not connecting with the family I've created for myself. I need to expand my circle and appreciate the people inside it. They're family for a reason. </li>
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What are you doing in 2015?</div>
Kate Hugginshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11513013011386055754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355983035564286378.post-25776360889678583232014-06-16T09:15:00.001-05:002014-06-16T09:15:30.510-05:00Digging deepI've been doing a weekly blog challenge on another site for a few months, using it as a tool to kind of dig into the dysfunction in my head.<br />
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Some weeks it's helpful, some weeks it leaves me a mess. I figure those are the weeks it's really working.<br />
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This is what came out of this week's challenge:<br />
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I remember I was pretending to sleep in my Mems' bed. My uncle was staying over and in my room. His EMT training something we needed in the house.<br /><br />I was late. I don't remember what time.</div>
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<br />I heard him yell, "David." His voice weaker than I ever remember, and panicked.</div>
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<br />It took a few minutes for everyone to start moving. My uncle down the hall, Mems to his bedroom, me to the bathroom.</div>
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<br />Phone calls were made, 911, to my mother, to my aunts.</div>
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<br />The ambulance arrived. They talked about his DNR with Mems and asked if she wanted to take him to the ER to die or stay here to die. They said it nicer, but this was the gist of it.</div>
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<br />They went to the ER.</div>
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<br />I stayed home. In the bathroom sitting in the floor. I didn't want to see, they didn't want me to see.</div>
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<br />My mother stayed with me, repeating that they'd make him better at the hospital.</div>
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<br />I knew they wouldn't.</div>
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<br />I found Remington Steele in re-runs on TV in my Mems' room and climbed in bed and half watched.</div>
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<br />The phone rang not long after they left. My mother answered and started crying. She didn't have to say anything to me.</div>
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<br />I rolled over and pretended to sleep. Tears soaked my pillow.</div>
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<br />Father's Day is tough for me. Some years. Some years it's fine. The same goes for his birthday and holidays and the day he died.</div>
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<br />Sometimes they're just ordinary days in my life. Sometimes I sob myself to sleep after looking into his eyes frozen in a picture too long.</div>
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<br />It's been 13 years. And no time at all. We knew it was going to happen and it still hit the family like a sledge hammer, we're still splintered, broken wood.</div>
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<br />One day I'll have been alive without a father than I was with one. One day I'll get married and walk myself down the aisle. One day I'll think about him and not<br />break down.<br type="_moz" /><br /><br />One day Father's Day won't be like opening a barrel of emotions and thoughts jumbled in my head.</div>
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<br />At least I think so.</div>
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<br />Kate Hugginshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11513013011386055754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355983035564286378.post-27172874696339921022014-05-23T10:54:00.001-05:002014-05-23T10:54:17.676-05:00Doing the detox <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
So, I did a detox. </div>
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The <a href="http://www.doctoroz.com/videos/dr-ozs-3-day-detox-cleanse-one-sheet" target="_blank">Dr. Oz 3 day detox</a> to be exact. I spotted it on <a href="http://www.pinterest.com/kate_huggins/" target="_blank">Pinterest </a>one night and on a whim decided to do it. </div>
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So, I went to Sprouts and stocked up on everything I needed and made sure to eat one last delicious meal before I was off food for three days. </div>
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Breakfast drink was my favorite. It had a nice flavor and was easy to make, not a ton of chopping.<br />
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The smoothies are also pretty huge so it was hard to be hungry. I got a smoothie for every meal and could repeat one of the drinks as an afternoon snack.<br />
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I never repeated the lunch smoothie. It was not my favorite, but it was tolerable.<br />
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It had cucumber, kale and coconut in it, which are not my favorite things. But I made it every day and chugged it down. The flavor was okay, I wish it was a little sweeter. But I get that I was off sugar.</div>
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Dinner drink was also ok. My mango wasn't super ripe, but the blueberry/coconut water combo was nice. It was easy to stomach, except for the kick of cayenne pepper.<br />
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The detox also called for a nightly 30 minute detox bath, that's 2.5 cups of epsom salt and 10 drops of lavender oil. It's apparently good to soothe muscles and ease bloating?<br />
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It was nice to have an excuse to soak in a bath and read the new Carole Radziwill book every night. I do love lavender so that was also nice.<br />
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Final verdict it was easier than I thought and I noticed some changes. I slept better than I've slept in months. I'm assuming that's the lack of caffeine. I did feel clearer in the head, but I also got really punch drunk at times between drinks.<br />
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A friend at work told me to stop talking because he wasn't sure what I was going to say if I kept talking.<br />
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I didn't workout during the detox since I wasn't eating a lot of protein and I thought it could make hunger more of an issue.<br />
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According to the scale I lost 5 pounds, I think that was probably water weight. I am staying off sugar and caffeine post detox.<br />
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According to Mems my stomach looks flatter. So we'll see if it keeps up.<br />
<br />Kate Hugginshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11513013011386055754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355983035564286378.post-71585169296614446062014-04-28T18:57:00.000-05:002014-04-28T18:57:05.582-05:00So, I ran a half-marathon (more or less) <div>
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I haven't trained enough, I'm not thin enough, they can tell this isn't my thing. </div>
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I ran my last run on Sunday. It took me three tries to go through with it, but I finally ran the Oklahoma City Memorial Marathon. Well half-marathon.</div>
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I started training for it last year and half way through jacked my knee and could barely walk for 3 months, let alone run. So I deferred my registration to this year and started training in October. </div>
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Several years ago I registered and never trained or showed up for the run. </div>
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About a week before the run the tornado predictions began. Being a native Oklahoman I was not surprised or scared. The same could not be said for my Mems who watched the Weather Channel obsessively and daily urged me not to go and to skip the run. </div>
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Nevertheless I went and the morning of the race sat in the rain crying at the Oklahoma City Bombing Memorial. I've never gone to the memorial and not cried. </div>
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It's something in my blood, being in that place, seeing the reflecting pool and the chairs to honor the victims. Sometimes it's hard to breathe if I look around. </div>
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While I struggled to deal with my emotions and prepare for the mental and physical challenge head of me the race was delayed. Four times. </div>
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I finally took off more than two hours later. Tired, hungry and wet from rain. But I kept going.</div>
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I looked at all of the 'real' runners around me and felt their (imagined) judgment at my funny t-shirt and my Red Sox cap with my neon running shoes. </div>
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Every time I took a walk break, which happened more often as the cold, rainy weather became hot and muggy, I felt like they were shaking their heads at me, 'Why is that chubby girl trying to run?'</div>
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Then when I realized I was less than halfway done and my foot was numb and all my training seemed to be for nothing I saw a firefighter in full gear walking the marathon. </div>
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I started crying, for a million reasons. Exhaustion, thoughts of my Pops a former firefighter, thoughts of the firefighters pulling victims and survivors from the rubble of the Murrah building. </div>
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Then, I kept going. Every time I'd start to feel like quitting again I'd come across another firefighter, from another city, walking the course in full gear and I'd cry a little, suck it up and start again. </div>
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The people I wrote stories about when I got into news. The people etched in my heart since that day in 1995 when I heard about the news from my teacher in school. </div>
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Kate Hugginshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11513013011386055754noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355983035564286378.post-21476832515994535382014-02-02T15:26:00.001-06:002014-02-02T15:26:55.348-06:00Stomach bug reset I got taken down by a stomach bug last week.<br />
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I went 4 days without eating and now that I'm finally back on solid foods, I decided to use this as a re-start for my stomach.<br />
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Not introducing sugary, fried foods back to my wobbly stomach and sticking to healthy options to keep things on the up and up.<br />
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We'll see how it goes. I'd really like to avoid ever vomiting again.Kate Hugginshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11513013011386055754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355983035564286378.post-3347799486871577932014-01-12T16:58:00.002-06:002014-01-12T17:11:32.438-06:00I'm starving I've been half assed sticking to my Weight Watchers points, and I lost a pound. <br />
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It's been hard. I'm on week 4 of training for a half marathon and the more I run the harder it is to stay in my points. <br />
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My body is craving carbs. I wasn't that prepared for it this week, but I went grocery shopping and got a lot of veggies and high protein options to help me feel more full after a workout. <br />
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We'll see how it goes.<br />
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As Mems said: What's the point of running so much if you start eating more?Kate Hugginshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11513013011386055754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355983035564286378.post-53744143488236744782014-01-01T11:37:00.001-06:002014-01-01T11:37:24.831-06:00Resolutions It's a new year and a lot of people are starting resolutions.<br />
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To be healthier, to be more active, to lose weight, the standard ones.<br />
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I'm not really doing resolutions this year, I kind of did them already- <a href="http://fat-ass-to-fit-ass.blogspot.com/2013/09/starting-over.html" target="_blank">Starting Over</a>.<br />
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Aside from some indulgence over the holidays I try to always be healthy, I'm training for a half marathon, and I'm getting better at making healthier decisions.<br />
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One thing I do I want to resolve to be better at- posting.<br />
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Checking in once a week will help me stay on track and make those healthier decisions. So I guess that's my resolution.<br />
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Every day on my weigh in day I will post a blog about that week's journey.<br />
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After my staycation in October I also decided to try to do one thing I've never done every week or go out and do anything once a week.<br />
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I tend to be a home body, happy in bed with a book and my dogs, instead of out in society. So this rule keeps me from being a basic recluse.<br />
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And that's all!<br />
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What are your resolutions?Kate Hugginshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11513013011386055754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355983035564286378.post-62367900722912022482013-11-03T19:42:00.004-06:002013-11-03T19:42:59.567-06:00Digital Detox lessons So, I was off social media for 10 days while I was on staycation earlier this week. <br />
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I learned a lot of about myself by skipping FB, Instagram and Twitter. <br />
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I'm inherently a homebody, nothing is better to me than curling up with a good book and my dogs and spending the evening on my own. Sometimes I let social media intimidate me into thinking I should be going out more, or that I'm being left out of things. <br />
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I'd never realized that I'd get a guilty or depressed feeling from scrolling through social media instead of focusing on whatever I'd decided to do at home or how I'm spending my time. Taking a step back helped me appreciate my choices and my hobbies. <br />
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Also, scrolling the interwebs on my phone keeps me from snacking. I'm obsessively a multi-tasker and checking tweets turns out to keep me from wanting to snack. I gained half a pound during my digital detox. <br />
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And, I spent a lot of time in my head. Reminding myself that I like me and I like spending time alone. Well as alone as I can be with the dogs. And Mems. <br />
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These lessons carried over into a recent trip I took for work. I was traveling alone and was forced to spend time with myself, in my head. I think it was beneficial. <br />
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How comfortable do you feel alone?Kate Hugginshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11513013011386055754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355983035564286378.post-68915786203601229282013-10-27T20:55:00.000-05:002013-10-27T20:55:10.937-05:00What I did on my staycation<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My staycation is coming to an end and I'll soon be jetting off to Atlanta for a conference.<br />
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I've enjoyed my 10 days immensely, it's been filled with hair cuts, massages, pedicures and lunches with friends. <br />
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I napped, I stayed off social media, I read 3 books, I took Mems to Guthrie for antiquing, I had book club, I saw friends. I slowed down. I needed to slow down. My brain was going too fast.<br />
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Here's a snap shot: <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I went <a href="http://woodyguthriecenter.org/center/" target="_blank">here</a>. It was moving and soothing.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I went to <a href="http://www.woolaroc.org/" target="_blank">Woolaroc</a>. It was creepy. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">But I saw the buffalo roam and the deer & antelope playing.<br />
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I went with this girl to see that guy.<br />
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That guy. <br />
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Kate Hugginshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11513013011386055754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355983035564286378.post-73919946329213160532013-10-21T18:33:00.002-05:002013-10-21T18:33:40.487-05:00Digital Detox I'm on staycation this week. <br />
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I'm relaxing, getting stuff done around the house, planning some day trips, staying off of social media. <br />
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That's right, this twitter obsessed, facebook picture posting psycho is taking a week off from the interwebs. <br />
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It feels kind of like this: <br />
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I'm forcing myself to be in my own head. Part of my continuing quest to be a better person and less of a lazy fat ass. <br />
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Have you ever forced yourself away from a habit you think is bringing you down? <br />
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DO you love the Mindy Project as much as I do?Kate Hugginshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11513013011386055754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355983035564286378.post-14474708431154160722013-10-16T20:09:00.000-05:002013-10-16T20:09:07.306-05:00Milestones I hit a nice round number on my weight loss last week: 15 pounds. <br />
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I still have a ways to go on the goal I set for myself by the end of the year (50), but it's a nice feeling to see the numbers going in the right direction. <br />
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I'm waiting for the dreaded plateau week that I know will come. I've been working out as much as possible and been pretty good about sticking to my points. I've reached the minimum WW points allowed so I'm sure that will slow my weight loss down. It's been about 3 pounds a week for the last 5 weeks. <br />
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So how do I deal with a plateau? Mems thinks I'll get discouraged and let it set me back. I think I'll just re-double my efforts. We'll see. <br />
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While I'm plugging along with that, it's giving me more time to get in my head and sort some stuff out. <br />
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I'm a solo-worker outer. I like to work at my own pace and work through the rambling thoughts in my head. The more I hit the gym the more clear I feel like my head is getting. I spend less time worrying about my appearance, about what others think, about useless crap. <br />
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I'm not going to say it's gone, but I'm making more headway on being more self confident. Maybe one day my sarcasm will be less of a shield. <br />
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That may take another 15 pounds.Kate Hugginshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11513013011386055754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355983035564286378.post-26162568503350670382013-09-29T20:20:00.000-05:002013-09-29T20:20:00.195-05:00Out there Things got real the other night. <br />
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I was out at a bar downtown and I'd had a couple of glasses of wine ( I was not driving) when I ran into a girlfriend I hadn't seen in a while.<br />
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We were chit chatting and she asked if I was dating anyone. <br />
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I gave my stock answer of "No, I'm really bad at dating." <br />
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Which is half true. No, I don't get asked out on dates. No, I don't really make the first move ever. <br />
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But she persisted, 'Do you put yourself out there?'<br />
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No, I admitted. I've always been an observer, making smart ass comments on the sidelines. When I'm interested in someone I make little to no effort to start something.<br />
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Aside from making my girlfriends listen to me talk about the said person of interest. Can I be bad at something I don't really try? <br />
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Why don't you? my perceptive friend asked.<br />
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I thought for a bit before I answered her. I thought about failed flirtations, awkward non-dates and my lackluster love life. <br />
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I'm so type A in other parts of my life, why do I let this aspect fester in failure? <br />
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I finally admitted that I never think guys are interested in me because of my weight. Just like my sarcasm is a barrier to keep people from getting to close, my extra weight is a barrier in my head to being attractive to other people. At least in my head. <br />
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I never feel like it's a reasonable expectation for someone to be interested in me, let alone someone that I'm interested in. It's a non-issue to me. <br />
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It's just another thing I've let putting weight on take from my life. I became complacent in my self-cast role as chubby smart ass friend. <br />
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I've watched my friends fall in love, get married, have babies and all I've done is perfect my role and have the wisecrack ready when there's a lull in conversation. <br />
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I've been taking a lot of time in my own head since I <a href="http://fat-ass-to-fit-ass.blogspot.com/2013/09/starting-over.html" target="_blank">'started over',</a> which I think is key to making the change better and lasting this time around. <br />
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I've got to make changes in more than just my diet and fitness, I've got to stop being on the sidelines of my life. <br />
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Sometimes I feel like I'm waiting for my life to start. I'm waiting to be thin and then everything will begin.<br />
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Losing weight won't be a magic cure-all to my insecurities, my fear of rejection, my hatred of change. <br />
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I've got to force my self to take risks, take chances, play a leading role in my life. <br />
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As my wise friend said, You only live once. <br />
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Don't bar conversations lead to the best life realizations? Kate Hugginshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11513013011386055754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355983035564286378.post-12740381864230551412013-09-10T18:24:00.001-05:002013-09-10T18:24:39.365-05:00Starting Over I'm starting over. <br />
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I <a href="http://fat-ass-to-fit-ass.blogspot.com/2013/08/a-hair-story.html" target="_blank">cut my hair</a> and feel refreshed. Renewed. Annoyed with myself. <br />
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In the last 3 (3?!?) years since I started this blog I've lost a lot of the weight I wanted and then slowly started putting it back on.<br />
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I've been vegan and vegetarian and done cleanses and cheated and had countless 'this is my last splurge' meals.<br />
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It's bullshit. <br />
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I'm better than this. I can hold myself accountable. <br />
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I'm done snacking on junk, hiding behind blousy clothes or loose tunics. <br />
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I'm tired of having emotional breakdowns trying to get dressed to go out, obsessing over whether my stomach shows or how fat my arms look. <br />
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So, I signed up for 3 months of Weight Watchers online. I need the structure. I need the push and I need to really do this. <br />
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If I haven't hit a goal by the end of that 3 months then I've got bigger issues.Kate Hugginshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11513013011386055754noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355983035564286378.post-55024442189161986482013-08-28T22:46:00.001-05:002013-08-28T22:46:11.309-05:00A hair storyFor as long as I remember I've been the girl with the pretty blonde hair. <div><br></div><div>It's been long and blonde for most of my life, except for a Chyna Phillips 'do in elementary school and a Meg Ryan phase in college. </div><div><br></div><div>As my weight yo-yo'd up and down and my self-esteem did the same, I grew to associate my beauty, my appeal in this long, blonde, 'bombshell' hair. </div><div><br></div><div>I've decided it's time to make a change. But I'm scared to death. </div><div><br></div><div>Somewhere in my brain I can't get past the thought that when I cut my hair, not even that much shorter, I'll lose my femininity and my appeal. </div><div><br></div><div>My self-esteem is hanging on a few inches of dead cells that dangle down my back. </div><div><br></div><div>Will I still be cute? Will people still stop to compliment my hair, or even notice me?</div><div><br></div><div>Why do I care? </div><div><br></div><div>The cut is growing closer, the pit in my stomach grows. It's reinforcing my decision. I can't be this tied to some hair. </div><div><br></div><div>I have to break the chain that's linking my self-esteem to my hair. Or my breasts. Or whatever insignificant piece of my self I decide to focus on. </div><div><br></div><div>I've got to cut my hair and ditch the past, start a new phase. Move on with a snip of the shears. </div><div><br></div><div>This could be the most important haircut of my life.</div>Kate Hugginshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11513013011386055754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355983035564286378.post-82328679054330794082013-06-04T15:48:00.004-05:002013-06-04T15:48:51.600-05:00Yoga injuries I was on stay-cation last week and decided to do yoga as much as I could while I was off work.<br />
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I bought a groupon for unlimited classes at <a href="http://theyogaroomtulsa.com/" target="_blank">The Yoga Room</a> and took a class every day but one. It was much needed for my mental and physical health.<br />
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Now I'm back at work and my groupon has expired. The Yoga Room classes don't mesh that well with my work schedule so I went to hot yoga at my <a href="http://sky-fit.com/clubs/sky-of-midtown/schedule" target="_blank">gym </a>on Monday night and got a little daring.<br />
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I tried not one but two poses that I've never done successfully before.<br />
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First, The Wheel.<br />
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That is not me. This is from a <a href="http://www.fitsugar.com/Yoga-Arms-Legs-Abs-30634678" target="_blank">Fitsugar </a>yoga post.<br />
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I didn't get my head off the ground, but I did get the rest of me up, which is a feat with my incredibly inflexible shoulders.<br />
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I did it twice, holding it a few seconds each time. Hopefully this is a step towards me shoulders loosening up.<br />
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Then we got some free time to do any poses we wanted that weren't in class. I was feeling ballsy so I went with the Crow.<br />
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That's not me either. That's from a different <a href="http://www.fitsugar.com/Yoga-Poses-Abs-Arms-28381539" target="_blank">Fitsugar Yoga</a> post. I really love Fitsugar.<br />
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As you can see the knees are balanced on the elbows and the weight is in your arms and your core is tight to hold it all together. <br />
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I held it twice. For like 3 seconds each time. I was amazed. I was giddy. I got too sure of myself.<br />
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I went for it one more time before going into Savasana.<br />
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I placed my hands on the mat, squatted and prepared my core for the move. Knees up, arms slightly bent and a deep breath.<br />
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Then I fell face first onto the hardwood barely cushioned by my mat. I turned my head to avoid breaking my nose (I did that in ballet already, I couldn't do it in Yoga too) and instead landing on my cheek bone.<br />
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Remember that scene in "Pretty Woman" where Julia Roberts talks about men knowing exactly where to slap women to inflict the most pain? I did that to myself. <br />
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If you don't remember that scene then I'm not sure we should ever be friends.<br />
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Anyway, my stranger Yoga buddy giggled, I said shit and then went right into Savasana with a swollen and numb cheek.<br />
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On the plus side, no bruise!Kate Hugginshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11513013011386055754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355983035564286378.post-15498961844544326302013-06-03T15:37:00.002-05:002013-06-03T15:54:08.923-05:00Recreating smoky hummus <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I've been on vacation the last week or so. <br />
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Aside from a couple of trips in to work for a meeting and weather coverage.<br />
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One of the things I did while I was on vacation was go eat at <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Chimera/263089393810792" target="_blank">Chimera </a>in downtown Tulsa. <br />
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It was DELICIOUS. Almost everything on the menu was vegan or vegetarian. I got a hummus sandwich that was possibly the best hummus I've ever had.<br />
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It was bright orange and had a smoky flavor. I googled some recipes trying to find out how it was smoky and found recipes that had 3 options- smoked olive oil, smoked paprika and a few drops of liquid smoke.<br />
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I went with the option that I could find, in this case Liquid Smoke. Reasor's did not have the other two options.<br />
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I gathered that with my chick peas, sesame oil, chili powder, cumin and lemon juice and went to town.<br />
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Immediately I noticed the chili powder gave the hummus an orange color similar to the Chimera hummus.<br />
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Upon tasting it, there wasn't quite the same smoky flavor, but it was pretty similar. I'm sure I'll keep doctoring it and seeing if I can get it perfect.<br />
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It will probably requires more trips to Chimera, aw shucks.<br />
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I put together a sandwich of my own with it, whole wheat thin bagel, the hummus, sliced avocado, sliced tomato, veganaise and it was pretty damn tasty.<br />
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The recipe-from this <a href="http://www.choosingraw.com/smoky-southwestern-hummus/" target="_blank">blog</a>.<br />
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1 can chickpeas (15 oz), 1-2 tbsp canning juice reserved<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />1/4 cup tahini (from Kate- I used sesame oil b/c I was out of Tahini)<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />A few drops liquid smoke (begin with just a few and use more if you want more smoke flavor)<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Juice of 1 large or 2 small limes<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />1/2 tsp salt<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />1 tsp chili powder<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />1/4 tsp cumin<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Dash cayenne pepper (I left this out because I'm a wuss) </div>
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1) Place chickpeas in a food processor. If you want, heat them first, according to my chickpea heating instructions in the sweet potato hummus post!</div>
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2) Add tahini, a little bit (1-2 tbsp) of the canning juice that the chickpeas came in, and the lime juice. Process until smooth and creamy.</div>
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3) Add liquid smoke, salt, chili powder, cumin, and a tiny dash cayenne. Blend again, and re-season to taste if need be.</div>
Kate Hugginshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11513013011386055754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355983035564286378.post-37825421322169996432013-05-18T18:54:00.001-05:002013-05-18T18:54:05.633-05:00Being better I could be better at a lot of things. <br />
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Better at being a friend. I get too wrapped up in myself and my to do list at times to really focus on cultivating relationships.<br />
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Sometimes I feel like I've created a world of superficial relationships around me. Tied in part to the things I wrote about in March, when I admitted to <a href="http://www.fatasstofitasstulsa.com/2013/03/i-dont-know-what-im-doing.html" target="_blank">not knowing what I was doing</a>. I still feel that way, but different. <br />
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My loud, abrasive nature and self-protective reluctance to let anyone really know 'me' is making me feel like a 30 year old island in east Tulsa. <br />
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I'm so set on my stock answers, my sarcastic puns and my iron gates around myself that I when I have a random idea to go do something I sit and can't think of a single person who will meet me for an unplanned adventure. <br />
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I'll go days or weeks without talking to some of my closest friends, aside from superficial social media, or an occasional text. There's no substance. <br />
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Blame this on my obsession with Gatsby and the new movie. I've been re-looking at everything in my life. Comparing substance and superficiality. <br />
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I'll be 31 soon and it's time for me to ditch the pleasantries, the 'Fine' and "same old, same old' and start letting people in, start re-building fractured friendships and meeting new people. <br />
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My only close friend can't be Mems forever and I can't take the dogs to most bars or museums.Kate Hugginshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11513013011386055754noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355983035564286378.post-4165582906277998642013-05-13T09:30:00.000-05:002013-05-13T09:30:04.127-05:00<br />
I've been itching to get back on the treadmill. <br />
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It's been roughly six weeks since I had a great 7 mile run and then couldn't walk without crying that night. <br />
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Rest, ice, PT and lots of yoga later my knee is finally feeling well enough for me to start short runs again. <br />
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So on Saturday after I dropped Molly off at the groomer I hit the gym for the first day of Couch to 5k. I'm starting over at the basics to ease my knee into it and make sure my knee can handle it. <br />
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After fighting with my app about uploading my music, a girl can't run without some Rihanna and Pink, and picking the 30/30 pace to start with I was off.<br />
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I made it just over a mile in the 20 minutes, complete with warm up and cool down. <br />
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It wasn't earth shattering, and my knee was getting sore by the end of the run, but it felt so amazing to get out there and run again. <br />
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We'll see how I feel tomorrow.<br />
Kate Hugginshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11513013011386055754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355983035564286378.post-44057174923137442682013-05-11T18:42:00.002-05:002013-05-11T18:42:49.731-05:00Bouncing backI'm eating ice cream while I type this. <br />
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Braum's Peanut Butter Cup. My very favorite. It is dairy and it is no doubt loaded with sugar. Both of which I was avoiding.<br />
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But then I got sick. Sinus infection from hell, antibiotics, antihistamines, anti-inflammatories, steroids, I spent two weeks hacking up my lungs, blowing my nose and feeling like my head was going to explode. <br />
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It was really hard to cook and stay on the cleanse while I recuperated. There were also only about 5 things that sounded good. They all had dairy and sugar. <br />
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Now that the doc has me on stronger stuff I'm hoping to get back on the wagon. <br />
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I've found three recipes to make this week: vegan corn chowder, veggie burgers and roasted cauliflower. I started running again and I'm getting back into my work out schedule.<br />
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Here's hoping structure helps me keep more sickness at bay. <br />
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Kate Hugginshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11513013011386055754noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355983035564286378.post-91667648687809542552013-04-27T20:46:00.000-05:002013-04-27T20:46:24.021-05:00Sick post As I write this I'm dealing with my third round of sickness in about 9 months. <br />
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I really hate having a screwy immune system. It's so busy fighting my platelets that it doesn't fight any other germ I come in contact with, it's bullshit.<br />
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So, I canceled plans, filled up my humidifier and spent the day in bed. Every time I coughed my dogs barked at me and Molly bit me 3 times. <br />
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I finally gave up and decided to take a detox bath. <br />
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Epsom salt, vinegar, baking soda and sea salt. I left the ginger out, I hate ginger. <br />
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I combined that with hot water and soaked for 45 minutes or so. <br />
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While I soaked (and took photos of my toes) the dogs howled and barked at me because they of course love to take baths. <br />
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Bitches.<br />
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While I was in the bath I could breathe. I didn't cough at all. I sneezed 4 times which scared the dogs every time. <br />
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Once I was out I ate dinner and drank a quart of ice cold water. I felt and still feel ten times better than I did before the bath.<br />
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Whether that was the stuff I dumped in the bath or the bath itself I have no clue. <br />
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I was just happy to breathe through my nose.Kate Hugginshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11513013011386055754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355983035564286378.post-40471226262934369442013-04-24T16:48:00.000-05:002013-04-24T16:48:05.150-05:00A funny thing happened while I was cleansing... I'm winding up my three week cleanse.<br />
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It's been easy on some days, hard on other days, I cheated with one or two meals in the 21 day process (adding dairy or gluten, never meat).<br />
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Then I decided something. <br />
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I'm never going to stop cleansing.<br />
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I really like how I feel when I'm eating this clean and refined. I'm never hungry, I'm getting all the nutrients I need and yes, it takes planning and cooking and planning ahead, but it's worth it for this energy and sense of clarity I'm getting while doing it.<br />
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I'm up at 5 to hit the gym, getting my to do lists done, and just feel better.<br />
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That's not to say that I won't cheat occasionally. A girl needs a little gluten now and then, but 95% of the time I'm going to stick to this.<br />
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I feel all zen and shit.<br />
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<br />Kate Hugginshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11513013011386055754noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5355983035564286378.post-55801940051458613592013-04-09T21:41:00.001-05:002013-04-09T21:41:14.374-05:00Cleansing and finding peace So, I'm still stuck in my head a little bit. <br />
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But, I'm getting better. At least I'm getting more aware and making an effort to do things to get me out of my head.<br />
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Getting out of the house more, doing less moping and less maudlin-ness. Which isn't to say I don't get maudlin.<br />
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I think that's my default state. But I'm getting better at pushing myself out of it. <br />
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Now, I need to keep pushing myself, get outside the box, test my boundaries, be daring.<br />
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After three weeks of PT and a bum knee I'm finally getting around more. Not being able to walk, let alone work out, had me going crazy. I'm pretty sure that's part of why I got stuck in my head.<br />
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I started going to Body Pump again, my muscles are sore in a good way. I'm doing yoga a couple days a week. I'm attempting to walk on the treadmill this week, fingers crossed my knee holds.<br />
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I'm on day 3 of my cleanse and I'm already feeling clearer, more in control of myself and my life.<br />
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It's a slow process, but I'm plodding along. Kate Hugginshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11513013011386055754noreply@blogger.com0