Wiphan Warthog Waddle

Help raise money for widows and orphans in Zambia...

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Race Details:

Date

Saturday, March 03, 2012 @ 8:00 AM local time

Address

Fellowship Bible Church

480 West Crossville Road

Roswell, GA 30075

Registration Closing Date

Thursday, March 02, 2012 @ 11:59 PM

Brief Description

This family-friendly event will help raise funds for Wiphan Care Ministries. The 5k course is mostly flat and fast through a surrounding neighborhood. Special thanks to our title sponsor Solid Source Realty.

Each runner will receive a black technical T shirt for their participation.

START TIME

The 5k will begin at 8:00am followed by the 1k Fun Run at 8:45. The awards presentation will follow at 9:00.

PACKET PICK UP AND RACE DAY REG

Packet pick-up and race day registration 6:45 – 7:45 am.

FEES

5K: $25 until 02/26/2012, $30 thereafter 1K: $15 until 02/26/2012, $20 thereafter

AGE GROUPS/AWARDS

Awards to Overall M & F, Masters Overall M&F and 3-Deep for M & F Age Groups: 10 & Under, 11-14, 15-19, 20-24, 25-29, 30-34, 35-39, 40-44, 45-49, 50-54, 55-59, 60-64, 65-69, 70 & over.

1k Fun Run

All participants get a finishers ribbon.

Wiphan Marketplace

Before and after the race, the Wiphan Marketplace will be open. Items available for purchase include cookbooks,T-Shirt, African jewelry etc. All proceeds go to the Wiphan Care Ministries. There will be an arts and crafts station for 1k runners.

How Did I Get Here?

I'm old.

Yep...shocker, I know. If you are in your twenties or younger and reading this, you are nodding your head, yes, you are old. Know how I know? Because when I was that age, I looked at women my age and I thought they were old. When I was 24, I played soccer with a bunch of girls in their early 30's...they seemed ancient to me at the time. Now? Not so much. If you are 40+ and reading this, then you are shaking your head at me, thinking...just you wait...you don't even know what old is. Age is relative though, and relatively speaking, I'm older than I have ever been (yep...you read that correctly...obviously I'm not getting any sharper with age either). :) The difference at this point though, is that I seem to have crossed some imaginary line, some border between the ignorance of youth and the wisdom of age...because now the years feel as though they have sped up...like they are suddenly passing by at a blinding pace as I claw, grip, cling...trying to slow them down.

I guess this notion, of not noticing how I got here, has just hit me in the past couple of years. It seemed as though for the longest time, I wasn't old. I was a cute twenty-something mom with a chubby baby or an adorable toddler always in tow. We had our first couple of children at a fairly young age, so I was a "young" mom in the pre-school class or really, anywhere I went. I'd look at moms who at that point, were in the age and stage where I am now and I'd think, "Wow...they don't have to lug diaper bags and bottles, it appears they have time to shower and exercise, and their kids are in school...oh, that will be wonderful." Once again (as seems to be the case in each stage of life), now that I'm here, God is revealing to me that my daydreams were slightly inaccurate. He is showing me that I need to be content in the moment, because although each season is different, they are all fraught with their own challenges.

Still, it is funny how "old" sneaks up on you. Even at thirty, I felt fairly young. Then, as thirty got closer to forty, it happened...almost overnight. Could it be because my body lets me know more, now than it ever has...is it because after a hard workout there are more aches and pains (in the wrong places) and it takes me longer to recover? Or maybe, it is because I've had three big babies - pregnancies and births that changed my body in ways never mentioned in the books...is that it? Or, could it be the wrinkles that weren't there before, but now seem to appear anew each day? In my younger kids' classes, I now feel like the "old" mom...maybe that's it? Another doozy...my oldest child turned ten this year. Really, ten? I have a fuzzy memory about my childhood (uh oh, another bad sign...), but I can certainly remember being ten. And for the icing on my now brightly lit birthday cake? My Facebook page is peppered with chatter about our looming 20th high school reunion. I could continue, but I think all of these things, as well as a few others, have collided at full speed to leave me feeling breathless as I wonder, "Where did all of the time go?"

So, why the post? Does it really need to be announced? Nope. But it has gotten me thinking a lot lately about both being content in the day and living a life with purpose. I'm in this season currently, the one that used to be full of "other" moms...but for which I am now a card-carrying member...the season of school-aged kids. It certainly isn't any easier and I'm fairly sure, it is actually more difficult. My kids' lives are more complex...and so are their issues. I do still have little ones at home, but I also have big kids with sports, homework, music lessons and all of that craziness. I find myself feeling sad and nostalgic quite a bit...and the closer I get to older kids and "freedom"...the less I want it. I look at pictures of when we were new parents with littles...and my heart aches. Not only did I magically, overnight, grow old...but so did my kids...and it hurts. As much as I love the amazing people they are becoming, I miss the little ones they were. I miss our leisurely mornings at home in our p.j.'s and afternoons spent having picnics in the backyard. I miss our relatively free evenings after the kids went to bed at 7:30 and I miss weekends that remained open for family time. I miss our life without chores and homework and driving...oh, so much driving now.

So, where does this leave me? I'm afraid, in a familiar place...wrestling. Life is exhausting in this season - as I try to juggle kids ranging from ages two to ten...and I collapse in bed each night with nothing else left to give. Still, it is a precious time and I think the key is learning to be content...in each day...and to take it day by day. The solution, is to rest in God to meet me, to give me peace for the now and to rejoice in His blessings for that day. I am learning to do this, and I suppose that is one benefit of age...perspective. I am here in this day and I need to make choices that allow me to live with a greater purpose. Choices that prevent me from getting mired in the "busy-ness" and allow us, as a family, to focus on leaving a legacy and living for things eternal.

It is not easy and as moms, God uses both the heartache and joy that come with the "job" to change us...to mold us. It can be really painful. It is all going so quickly and what I am sure of is that I don't want to miss it...not one second. I feel blessed to have been home with my kids all of these years...especially now that I see how fast they grow up. I suspect I'm a different mom to #3 and #4 than I was to #1 and #2. I've relaxed some and I cherish each day more than I did years ago...because I know that this sweet four year old will all too quickly turn into an opinionated ten year old and I want to savor each moment along the way. And one day too soon, the opinionated ten year old will be a full grown adult, and if I've done my job well, she won't "need" me...and honestly, that is the most terrifying reality of all.

I think I'm rambling now...that is what old people do, right? I believe I'm thinking out-loud more than anything else, trying to sort through these complex emotions. This motherhood stuff is really tough. Being a woman and growing older isn't a bowl of peaches either. Still, I am overwhelmed by the blessings and I don't want to ruin today by either living in the past or worrying about the future. Contentment. I need to rest...to meditate on that word. After all...it is surely only a matter of time until I will re-read this post and think, "Wow, I was young then and I didn't have a clue...where did the time go?!?"

He Makes All Things Beautiful... (Happy 2nd Adoption Day Caleb!)

Two years ago today, I held my sweet boy for the first time. The feelings, they were so familiar...excitement, jubilation, fear, panic, overwhelming gratitude...and there were tears, many of them. I'd been here before, walked this road as I held each of our first three biological kids. But two years ago today, I experienced all of those emotions and more - because with adoption - there is always more. In addition to the myriad of emotions that come with the addition of another child to your family, with adoption there is also the underlying layer of sorrow...of sadness...of loss. The loss of a birth mother, the time spent in an orphanage - lonely and afraid, the loss of a country. It is deep and it is heavy and it is a scary gap that my child had to walk alone in those early days. As parents it is easy to simply bask in the glow of adoption ideology...of cheery coming home videos...in the idea of "saving" a child. But at some point (usually quite quickly), reality comes crashing in and we realize that our child is hurting. We learn that their brain pathways have been physiologically altered because they have endured high levels of stress at an early age - when much of their "wiring" was still developing. They are from a hard place. What becomes even more evident is that as parents, it is our role to step out of the rosy little post-adoption fantasy, fall to our knees, roll up our sleeves and begin to walk with God as He heals these precious little souls.
Caleb was nine months old when we finally held him for the first time. I assumed, like many adoptive parents, that our transition may have a bumpy start, but that we could push through it and be back to "normal" quickly. We did everything the books said to do. We cocooned, we attached, we were the only caregivers. What became evident in those early months, was that we were dealing with a very scared, sad and angry baby. It took a while for some of that to fully present itself, because he was so little...but in the midst of temper tantrums like I'd never known...I knew that we were dealing with deeper, more primal feelings. It was a bit of a battle for me, to finally accept that there was much more uphill to go, that "Gotcha Day" was merely the beginning of the journey. Oh, did I love this little boy...but most days, we didn't like each other much...but I hurt for him and I wanted to fight for him...to give him the love, the family, the healing...he deserved that. It took time and we had a lot of really hard days. Early on, the tantrums seemed endless. He had trouble speaking, so his frustration level was quite high. He took much of his anger out on me and it became quite obvious that he had little trust for women. But we just kept moving...one day at a time. I read, I researched, I drove to therapy and to counselors...and I prayed.

Some may read this and wonder why I am sharing so much. We do try to keep much of Caleb's story private, until he is old enough to decide which portions he would like to reveal to others. But without sharing this honesty of the hard, it would not be possible to fully describe what God has done in this little boy...you can't see the light, until you have seen how truly dark it was.

As I sit today, home two years from when I first held our precious Caleb Gebremedin Alemayehu, he is a changed child. There is a twinkle in his eye and he has a smile that can light a room. His laugh is completely infectious. He eats well, he sleeps well, he has grown like crazy, he is content, well-behaved and he is talking constantly. He is drop-dead handsome...and he finally loves and trusts his mama. Just last week, he wrapped his arms around me and said, "Loves you mama," for the very first time. It took all I had not to collapse, weeping, in my kitchen. There are no words to describe the delight I have in this child...and I suspect it is so much sweeter because we have walked the hard together. Each milestone feels like a battle won. I saw where he was and I see how far he has come...and God has healed this little boy...and it has made our journey that much more special. Will there still be struggles? Absolutely. His history is complicated and there will be triggers and life changes that bring back the hard. But that is part of this process and my job, as mom, is to be there to walk through that with him. The transformation is nothing short of a miracle.

People tell us quite frequently that we are so special and that Caleb is lucky because we have changed his life. I do not take offense, because I know the point they are trying to make...but this is bigger...so much bigger. Generations have been changed, for him certainly...but for us too. In us, the change has been profound and we will never be the same. Through this process, I have learned so much about myself...and my own sin. I have been stretched and I have struggled and grown more than I could have ever imagined. I learned about how selfish I really was. I learned what unconditional, true, active, committed every day love is. I learned about loving someone who didn't love me back. Throughout this process my other kids have learned about adoption. They have learned about Ethiopia, poverty, suffering, birth mothers, and lonely children. They have an African brother whom they adore. A brother who is brown when they are peach...and they can't even see it.

As I look back, I am in awe of what God has done in two years. We look toward to the future and I know we will be dealing less with temper tantrums and more with issues of identity, race and where did I come from? I pray that I am ready. Right now, I am basking in God's faithfulness...and when the questions and issues become more complex, I know that He will give me the words I need. Adoption is a beautiful thing. My heart aches with joy for this precious child in whom I delight.

There are so many deterrents to adoption. So many people talk about it...but never take that next step. Please think carefully if you are on the fence. Not everyone is called to adopt, certainly. We also cannot "save them all." But it terrifies me to think about what we would have lost, had we not stepped out in faith. God met us...but we could have so easily missed it. Because of our fear of the unknown, our excuses, our selfishness...we could have missed this. These kids aren't asking for perfect parents...they aren't asking for a white picket fence and tennis lessons at the country club...they just need a family. Families are always better. They deserve a family to fight for them and if you just love one...you really can change generations.

Thank you my sweet Caleb for letting me be your mama. You have made me a better woman. You have brought me closer to Jesus. I will continue to fight for you. You bring abounding joy to my life and I am blessed that God chose me for you. He always knew that you were mine, but I am so thankful that two years ago today, he brought us together at last...

Happy 2nd Adoption Day!

"He has made everything beautiful in its time..." -Ecclesiastes 3:11

Want to Help? (Check out these great organizations!)

I had a wonderful time last weekend at Created for Care. Thanks to Andrea Young for listening to God's whispers and then nurturing this wonderful event to fruition. I speak for myself (and I am pretty certain for all of the other tired and blessed adoptive mamas) when I say that we are so grateful. It was a precious time...full of information, relaxation and some good girl talk. It was amazing to be with so many other women who have said, "Yes," to the call...a call that is full of much joy, but also many challenges. To spend time in worship with these ladies, to talk to them, to learn from them...you can't walk away and not feel re-fueled. I was also stunned yet again, by the number of women who go well above merely adopting...by establishing ministries that go far beyond changing the life of just one...these women are warriors.

I wanted to list just a few of my favorite organizations here. If you are looking for a cause to support, either financially or through prayer or service...these are terrific ministries. They are all small and you are guaranteed that any money or time that you give will not be wasted...it will directly impact the life of another...almost immediately.

Wiphan - provides training and education to widows and orphans in Zambia

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60 Feet - working to change the lives of imprisoned children in Uganda; if you get a chance to see the 60 Feet movie, "Bereaved," watch it...you will never be the same...




Light Gives Heat - Creating sustainable jobs for Africans through various means (i.e. hand-made jewelry, handbags, etc.) and other long-term projects

Amazima - Educating and empowering the people of Uganda,

147 Million Orphans - Changing the lives of orphans

Seriously, check out these websites. There are so many people hurting in the world and many of them are children. They need us to step out of our "busy-ness," to open our eyes and to really see...just because they are far away, off of our radar...that does not give us the excuse to pretend they are not there. We must truly open our eyes...

...and then we must act.

21-Day Sugar Detox...done!

When I started this detox, I was ready. It was a new year and time for a jump start. No more nibbling on treats and excusing my bad behavior as the holiday norm. I was feeling yucky and it was time to re-set my system. The first week wasn't too bad. It took some time, but I was organized with recipes and snack planning and things clicked along nicely. I tried some new meals and surprisingly, we hit on a couple of things immediately that even the kids were willing to eat. But, as with any "habbit-breaking," after about a week in, this venture was beginning to seem like a bad idea. Life cranked back up to full speed and I couldn't keep up with the groceries...and suddenly, I was eating the same things all of the time...totally bored with the menu. If it were just me, then that wouldn't have been an issue...but that isn't my reality. I have four kids...two of whom are under age five and have food allergies. I'm still in a season of life where it is a good day if I manage to squeeze in a shower - and so this seemingly endless circle of planning food was a bit overwhelming. I was not loving it and my diet was excruciatingly repetitive. I'm not a quitter though...so I kept plugging along. By week three, I was definitely ready to be done, but by that point I was also over the proverbial "hump"...and there was no looking back. And then, suddenly...it was 21 days...I had completed the detox. Whew! I followed the plan (as far as I can tell) almost perfectly. I had a bite of applesauce one day when I was making food for the kids and just totally zoned out (more on that later), and I also ate ten blueberries because they were fresh, organic, and staring me in the face one morning after breakfast. Those were my only cheats.

I am extremely glad to be finished with this process. I felt a bit confined and frustrated by the lack of variety. But as I sit and reflect on the three weeks, I must admit that there is a good bit that I can take away, because I did notice some things that I would not have otherwise realized without the restrictions. Here are just a few of the nuggets:

-Normally, I crash every afternoon at about 3:00pm. This did not happen while on the detox. My energy levels were the best they have been in quite some time.

-I was shocked by how little I think about what we're eating. Relatively speaking, I'm a fairly informed mom when it comes to nutrition. We eat a mostly organic, mostly whole foods diet...but what I didn't realize was what a routine I was (stuck) in. I'd go to the grocery store with a list fairly similar to the one the week before, and the week before that, and the week before that (you get the picture)...and this detox forced me to truly think about each and every bite that I ate, and in turn, fed my family.

-I snack a lot while cooking or cleaning up from the kids meals. I had no idea really, how much I was nibbling off of their plate, left-overs, etc...probably several hundred calories a day...it was almost as though I was in some sort of trance, not even realizing that I did it. But with the detox, I had to be mindful of each and every morsel...and this was eye-opening.

-My joints don't hurt. I just realized this today...although I first had the thought last week, that I didn't have as many aches and pains, but I didn't connect the two until I read the list of things that may happen while on the detox.

-I'm usually a snacker, but during this time period...I didn't need to snack. Really, I could eat breakfast at 7:30am and not be hungry again until 1:00pm...which was a completely new thing for me.

-I think I'm sleeping better. This is difficult to say for sure, because I'm still tired...but my kids get up here and there and so I'm not guaranteed a solid 8 hours nightly. But on the whole, I do think the rest I am getting has been more...uh...restful.

-I ate a lot of protein and my body seemed to like it. I've been working out fairly hard and I can feel myself getting stronger. Initially it seemed like a lot of meat, but it appears that my system really did enjoy it.

-The cooking aspect was a bit challenging. Between needing meals large enough to feed six, our crazy schedules, and the allergy restrictions...it was tough. I think I would need a crock-pot Paleo book to survive long-term. :)

-I hate how the scale can determine whether or not I have a good or bad day, so I typically avoid it. However, I was very curious about what my weight would do with what seemed like a very high-fat diet. So, I weighed myself on Day 1 and on Day 22. The first thing I learned is that I need to go out and buy a better scale...because this morning I weighed myself seven times and saw a different number each time. However, if I come up with some sort of average, then the minimum I lost was six pounds. Seriously, six pounds in three weeks of eating whatever I wanted from the "approved" list...no counting, weighing, journaling or hunger. I ate more meat and more full fat dairy than I ever have...and still lost six pounds. Mind-boggling. It wasn't the goal of this detox to lose weight...but I'll take it. And...it has made me think...

Also, I just did a quick check-in with the hubby to see what he learned throughout his own process and this was his response:

-Detox makes him crabby due to the limited foods from which to choose (the man likes his oatmeal and sweet potatoes)

-Wheat gives him heartburn (I discovered this about myself as well.)

-He usually ends up with a very raspy/hoarse voice by late afternoon, but this didn't happen during the detox period.

-He also avoided his typical 3:00 pm crash.

So, my 21 days are over, but honestly, I'm not sure about the next steps. I've actually learned a lot and I'm really wrestling with what to take away from this experience...what should I implement as long-term life changes? I think the high protein/low carb piece is interesting...because intuitively, one would think you would gain weight...but my personal experience (and now, a lot of research) have proved that to be false. The energy level part is exciting too. I also like the idea of eating how God intended us to eat...that makes sense to me. But how does all of this apply to our family...specifically, realistically? I'm not exactly sure yet. I'm feeling paralyzed by too much information. Hopefully with some time, I can sort through this and then use pieces of what I've learned to make some long-term changes for my family.

So, what did I think of the detox? It was a bit challenging and certainly not my favorite thing...but well worth it. I've learned a lot, it has given me much to wrestle through and overall, I am feeling better.

Sports and Snacks

It's a familiar scene on youth sports fields across this country. The whistle blows, kids shake hands...and then they run like Karl Lewis to find the mom handing out the post game snack. Of course they do. This is America and we love food. Well, it is not really food we love. We love the chemically enhanced, momentarily tasty products masquerading as food and living in the middle isles of our grocery stores. And these impostors find their way into every aspect of our American life.

A birthday at the office - well of course there must be cake. An early meeting demands donuts. A holiday party at school and we are certain our children will suffer greatly unless they have the appropriately themed cookies. My kids' school offers either pizza or a local fast food option at least once a week. I have a pre-schooler learning to count with candy - which of course they are allowed to eat at the end of the lesson. And of all of this unhealthiness, the one that is sending the most confusing message to our children is the marriage of youth sports and food.

It is impossible to turn on a news program today without finding some type of story on the rise of obesity in our children. Type II diabetes is now something faced regularly by this nation's kids - juvenile cardiovascular disease is on the rise. The current generation of kids will likely have a shorter lifespan than their parents. This is bordering on child abuse and it must stop. I'm not sure why American parents can't see it - the paradox between teaching kids that sports and treats go together. We take our precious children, most of whom have been sitting in school all day, or in front of the television or playing video games and we send them out for an hour of moving their body, competing, having fun doing something physical...and then we reward that with 400 calories of high fructose corn syrup, food dye and trans fats. Seriously? Do we truly believe that 45 minutes of soccer has left our kids so dangerously close to low blood sugar and dehydration that they they need a bag of mini-cookies and a gallon of sports drink? Is this really good parenting?

It has to stop. I don't know how, but this madness must end. It seems overwhelming because this snack insanity is everywhere. So, as parents, what should we do? Change is on the horizon, but it is going to take time...baby steps. It is a movement that must start slowly, individually and then hopefully, as people become better educated, it will swell from the ground upward and change will come. If you are a coach and it is an option to skip snacks entirely for your team...do it. If this is deemed sacrilegious in your particular athletic organization, then encourage healthy snacks. And a word of advice, most parents don't know what healthy snacks are...so provide some ideas. The list of foods to avoid is long: no sodas, sports drinks, or artificially flavored waters, nothing with sugar as the first ingredient, nothing with high fructose corn syrup, trans fats or food dyes, nothing with an ingredient list over three items or with any ingredient that sounds like it was made by a scientist (because if it was, it isn't food). The "healthy" list is very easy: whole foods, foods that God made, fresh and no preservatives - and to drink...water (gasp!).

This is a scary era of obesity and it is time for some changes. Of course food is an important part of life. Real food is meant to be enjoyed...savored...delighted in. But this artificial, processed, snacky, on-the-go, frankenfood is not edible and it certainly isn't something we need to be giving our growing kids...especially not in association with athletics. They need to learn that food is fuel, and if you want to perform, it is imperative to feed the body in a way that will give it the energy it needs. It is time to substitute the fake-fruit gummies and electric blue liquid for some of the healthy nutrition lessons that can be learned through sport. The last whistle has blown. We must stop rewarding kids with this insidious fake food, and start filling them with the tools needed to make healthy choices. Their little lives depend on it.

China...2012?

It feels strange to say that we are revving up for another adoption, when really, we've never geared down. We always felt that a precious daughter from China was part of the plan...and we began following that road over five years ago. However, due to some providential detours, in reality the path wound up being much different (and better) than we had initially expected. I have the entire story posted on one of the pages above for anyone interested in reading it. We also made a video documenting the journey of our first adoption, which is posted in the upper right sidebar, "Bringing Home Caleb." In short though, the story began in 2006, involves a surprise pregnancy, then an extended wait in China, followed by an Ethiopian adoption, and still more wait in China...which brings us to present day.

At this point, the wait for a "healthy" baby in China is five+ years and climbing. We actually finished our Chinese dossier and were logged in (put on the wait list), almost three years ago, and it was also three years ago that we finished our Ethiopian paperwork. Our son from Ethiopia has been home for two years now...so you can see how this Chinese wait (which has occurred for a number of reasons and is another post for another day) can be excruciating...especially to those who signed on when the process was approximately 12 months start to finish. However, the Chinese restrictions as to which children are considered healthy are very strict, thus leaving a large group of children with mild special needs, older children, etc...that fall into the "special needs" category for that country. There is such a great need here and these adoptions can occur more quickly, with less wait. Still, it is not something to attempt without giving special consideration to what the reality is, and we wanted to be certain that this was the right path for our family. At this point, we are very comfortable with a mild special needs adoption and we know that whoever this little girl is, she is ours...and perfectly created for our family.

So, here were, about become active once again in the very unpredictable (and extremely amazing and challenging) world of international adoption. I cannot explain my reasoning, but I have always felt a longing for a Chinese daughter...I could see her in my dreams, envision her sitting on my kitchen counter...she has always been in my heart. We are currently making some prayerful decisions regarding the specifics and once those are finalized, then we hope to move forward in updating our paperwork and taking the next steps. We would love to travel to China sometime in 2012...but we also know that we have absolutely no control over this process. If there is one primary lesson learned in our Ethiopian experience, it was that nothing went as expected, yet it all still turned out beautifully in the end.

We were blessed by so much support from friends and family the first time around...we know that this journey is much easier if we do not attempt it alone. Hopefully through this blog we can keep people updated about where we are in the process, fund-raising, our time-line...and ultimately...post the first pictures of our little girl.

Stay tuned...more details coming soon...

Day One...21-Day Sugar Detox

Day one. A fresh new beginning.

I'm full of enthusiasm for this new start...three weeks of thoughtful eating...jolting my body back into health. I'm ready, I'm committed...

...then I got out of bed.

Both my final thoughts before falling asleep last night and my first thoughts this morning were about coffee...and my lack of, for the next 21 days...the sweet, creamy kind in which I delight. After a short moment of silence for that loss, my mind then turned to breakfast. I've got four kids to feed, two with severe food allergies...so food restrictions are a norm for us anyway...but now I have to add my own requirements into our already crazy morning routine. Yikes...was this really a good plan...did I think it through or was it some ridiculous resolution made enticing by the hope of a new year? Was this even a realistic undertaking?

My conclusion was that I can do anything for three weeks. But it didn't hit me until this morning exactly how uncomfortable this process might be. I can't just go to my normal stand-by, busy mom meals...a quick smoothie, a bagel, or oatmeal. This was going to require some thought and planning...not something I excel at when it comes to the kitchen. I can do the basics, but I'm certainly not a chef and if I'm honest, I do not really enjoy cooking...wow...what did I get myself into?

So...day one began this morning. The first thing I did was get on the scale, which I hadn't done in a while. I weighed...

Seriously - if you think I'm going to post that number here then you've lost your mind. Let's just say it was about what it always is. I've lived much of my life a slave to the scale and I refuse to let that infuriating little piece of metal have such an influence over whether I have a good or bad day. So, I get on occasionally, but not often. If I'm making smart food choices and working out consistently, my weight stays pretty much the same. I have a couple of pairs of pants I use as guides...if they start to get snug then I worry. Otherwise, if I feel fit and none of my clothes are tight, I don't give it much thought. I wouldn't mind dropping a few pounds, but I'm not going to obsess over it and weight loss isn't my goal in the next three weeks. I just want to feel better, to see if I can gain more control over my cravings and to learn if I can avoid those late afternoon blood sugar drops that leave me ready for a nap.

I took a trip to the grocery store today too...to stock up on a few items we were missing. Meal planning seems to be the most daunting task at this point. The hubby is doing the detox with me, so I've got to find dinners the kids will eat (and that meet our current food allergy criteria), but also ones we can modify to suit our needs...because I certainly can't be doing a la carte meals for everyone...that would be insanity.

As I write this, day one is drawing to a close. I feel as though I've eaten a lot of meat, eggs, cheese and raw veggies...much more than I do normally. I suspect that some withdrawal symptoms will be appearing shortly, so I'm dreading the potential headaches and fogginess and hoping that I can persevere through that brief period. I think I did well today...no cheating and I was only mildly grumpy.

Only 20 days to go.

21-day Sugar Detox...begins January 2, 2012

I'm not a big fan of diets or diet fads. After spending much of my life thinking food was the enemy, I've come a long way. I now see food as nutrition, as fuel...but I still battle those demons and it has been a long journey to this point. So...I run away from new trends, from advice on how to be thin...I run and don't look back. However, one of my dearest friends, Karina, is a trainer and also insanely intelligent - and knowledgeable in the world of health, fitness and nutrition. She is Italian and has recently switched her family to a Paleo diet...quite impressive, considering that years ago, to imagine her without pasta would have caused me to burst into hysterical laughter...an impossibility for certain! She has recently been encouraging a 21-day detox plan as a way to kick off the new year...to end those uncontrollable cravings and blood sugar spikes - to prepare the body to make healthy choices in the long-term...essentially, to eat counter-culturally.

I've been thinking about it for a while. Sudden changes and drastic restrictions in diet are very scary for me...reminders of the old days...days when I'd eat lettuce and frozen yogurt and call it a meal or when I'd spend 90 minutes running on the treadmill in anticipation of the calories I was planning to consume on a Friday night. I never want to go back there.

I feel like our current lifestyle is pretty healthy. I workout regularly and we eat a mostly organic, whole food diet. Still...I don't pay much attention to carbohydrates and I do notice the sugar highs and lows in my day...most notably...a 3:00pm crash that occurs almost daily.

So, the hubby and I are starting the detox tomorrow. What will I miss most? Probably my coffee...loaded down with cream and turbinado sugar...oh...I dread even thinking about a morning without my travel mug full of sweet heaven...for the love of all that is good, how will I survive?

The detox we are doing is by Diane Sanfilippo of Balanced Bites, and can be found at the link below:

21-Day Sugar Detox

Stay tuned for updates...I'm starting tomorrow.
Right now...I'm going to finish this glass of wine. :)

Created For Care (Adoption) Retreat

Are you a tired adoptive mom needing some time to rest and refresh? Or maybe, you are waiting...longing...for a little one who is yours, but still not home? Could it be that you have a heart for orphans and want to learn how to love and serve friends and family in the adoption community?

Then this is the retreat for you...check out the link below:

Created for Care

I went last year and it was an amazing time of respite...leaving me with renewed passion and purpose. I would recommend it to anyone who may be touched in some way by adoption. It is a great time to bond with others who understand the joys and struggles of adoption, there are fabulous (and very informative) breakout sessions and overall, it is an amazing and blessed time. The January retreat for 2012 is full, but the last time I checked, there was still room in March...but don't wait...it will fill up quickly!