with everything, part 2

There comes a time in every girl's life -- or five -- when she simply needs a new beginning, a fresh start, or some semblance of a blank page. With my twenty-fifth birthday on the horizon, I'm full of wonder what my new page is going to look like. I guess you could call it a quarter-life crisis long coming, though I could contend that I've been through a few already. I do seem to go through things early: puberty, marriage, graduation from college, ascent in the corporate world. Maybe it's a first-born thing.

And if you've been following this blog for any time at all, you can't tell me you didn't see it coming with all of my self-help projects I've planned for myself that didn't last more than a few weeks.

My theme for year 24 was "With Everything," based on my absolute favorite song, and I'm still trying to figure out what that looks like. So let me explain. I know that the utmost desire of my heart is to invite the Lord into all that I am, in all that I do, no matter how many times my selfishness causes me to fall asleep praying, choose self-indulgence over service, or lose control of my tongue. Because that happens a lot.

Second on the priority list, I want to be more intentional with how I spend my time. Even if it involves spending a little more quality time with my planner. But never fear; this will include marking huge blocks of hours off for fun things like sleeping in, picnics, reading, writing, baking, napping. I'd better learn to fit these things in or there's no way they'll ever happen when I become a mother. Basically I'm tired of saying "I don't have time" for the picnics, books, and baking because what I'm really saying is "I don't make time!" This has to change.

Enter the search for meaning. (From Stage Left, crossing to Center Stage.) The search is universal because everyone goes through this beautiful train wreck at one point in time or another. Some may even say that that search motivates every action and decision in life for many. I'm glad I know in Whom my meaning lies, but that doesn't mean I don't want each individual moment in my life to be more meaningful. I want to do more serving/doing/creating/experiencing instead of coping/passing by/recovering/automating.

Henceforth, my "quarterlife crisis" shall be known as "The Quarter Life Awakening." And here is my working list for "25 for 25" -- things I want to accomplish this year.

1) Wear more dresses

2) Try being vegan for a month

3) Go gluten-free for a month

4) Run a half marathon (scheduled for 11/21/10)

5) Get professional pictures done with JT

6) Write something. Everyday.

7) Take time to listen to God and be intuitive about what He's saying to me

8) Take the GRE

9) Learn how to play the piano

10) Finish at least the first draft of my novel

11) See a Texas Rangers game at the Ballpark

12) Cook at home more and blog more recipes!

13) Plant an herb garden

14) Decorate my house (walls still blank; entire rooms still unfurnished)

15) Plan my meals every single week!

16) Find the perfect pair of boots and rock them this fall and winter and spring

17) Host a shrimp boil

18) Become a coupon clipper

19) Send thank you notes

20) Stay on top of messages (emails, letters, etc.) better

21) Go social media free for a week each month

22) Show and live love more creatively (esp to JT!)

23) Be more sensitive and responsive to others' needs

24) To be written

25) To be written

dear future LB,

make this winner for your next dinner guests

you'll thank me later. 

love, ghost of LB present

ps:

winner

winner

chicken

dinner

not your typical weeknight dinner

On Tuesday night, JT let me pick up takeout for dinner. I'd been craving cheap Chinese (I have to clarify because we also love Asian vegetarian food -- which is not so cheap) since Saturday and needed my rare MSG fix.

So last night I knew I had to make up for it. I had pork chops, pears, and blue cheese ready for a recipe I'd found from Whole Foods. I love getting their recipes straight to my inbox. They have so many delicious ideas to use fresh food! You should really sign up for their emails if you haven't already.

My only problem? My pears were not so fresh any more. They were a little overripe, to put it gracefully. But for once, I wasn't panicked. I thought of a good Thanksgiving-like flavor profile and it ended up working out really well with the pork chops. Then I used my excess blue cheese to create a very alliterative salad. Even more ambitious still, I thinly sliced some sweet potatoes into chips and roasted those up.

We didn't eat until 8:30 after late workouts, but it was delicious and we have lunch all set for a few days. Here are the recipes for my ambitious weeknight creations.

Pork Chops with Cranberry Apple Salsa
adapted from Whole Foods' Grilled Pork Chops recipe

(serves four, or two for dinner and a few lonchies)

Ingredients

1/4 cup dijon mustard
EVOO
salt+pepper
4 pork chops
1 apple, cored and diced
1/2 onion, diced
2 celery stalks, diced
1 handful dried cranberries, chopped
1/2 cup chicken stock

Directions:

Place pork chops, 3 T of dijon mustard, and 2 cups of water in a gallon Ziplock. Mix well and place in refrigerator for 2-4 hours. (I did an hour and a half) When it's time for dinner, preheat your grill or grill pan to medium high and coat a second sauté pan with EVOO or butter and add apple, onion, celery, and cranberries with black pepper. Cook until onions are translucent and ingredients are beginning to soften. Pour about 1/2 cup of chicken stock over ingredients, add salt and pepper to taste, and bring to a simmer, checking frequently and stirring when needed occasionally. Let the juices cook down and infuse in the ingredients, about fifteen minutes or so, or until fruit and vegetables are softened.

Meanwhile, drain the pork chop marinade from the bag thoroughly and combine 1 T of dijon mustard with about 2 T of EVOO in a small bowl. Brush mixture on one side of pork chops and place that side down on the hot grill pan. Brush the other side while first side is cooking. Watch for golden brown grill marks and then flip and cook until it's done.

Serve topped with the cranberry apple salsa and enjoy!

B Salad
Baby spinach with blueberries, blue cheese, and balsamic vinaigrette

Ingredients

3-4 cups baby spinach leaves
1 cup blueberries
1 handful blue cheese crumbles
1/4 cup balsamic vinegar
1/4 cup EVOO
2 teaspoons Dijon mustard
2 teaspoons honey
freshly ground black pepper

Directions

In a small bowl, combine balsamic vinegar, dijon mustard, honey, and black pepper. Using a fork, whisk in EVOO until vinaigrette has emulsified.  In a salad bowl, combine spinach, blueberries, and blue cheese. Toss with half of the dressing, adding more if needed so the salad doesn't become too soggy. Top with additional blue cheese, if desired.

welcome to the family

On Saturday, I welcomed new running shoes into the family. I get new running shoes less often than most runners do, but I felt like my Asics had run their course. (ha.) The process of finding new shoes began sometime in May. With all the expenses of moving in May, JT said I could get new shoes in June, and the searching ensued. Finally, it was time to bite the bullet.

It was out with the old, and in with the...NEW?

"Is there even any difference?" some have asked me.

If you are a runner, you know there is. My new Asics Kayanos are perfect for me. After eight pairs I tried on, I really thought I was going to go with some Mizunos, but as much as I tried to be unbiased from my Asics snob ways, my Asics won me over. Again.

Maybe it was their pillowy softness, their stability for my pronating arches, or maybe it was their sleek design that won me over. But I cannot wait to lace up these puppies and blaze a new trail with them!

Interesting fact: when I got home and put my old shoes in the new shoebox -- aka the green pastures of retirement for running shoes -- I noticed the box said size 10. Oh, they must have made a mistake at the store and given me the wrong box, I figured. But the tongue doesn't lie. Maybe that's why my size 9 Asics were giving me conniption fits and exploding toenails toward the end of their life.

New Running Shoes, Tonight is our maiden voyage, and I have a feeling this is the beginning of a beautiful partnership. I know a lot of mornings I will fight you, but you have to be strong and get me through this half mary. We can do it together!

weekend highlights

 New Shoes!!

(entire dedication post to come!)

 

 a three-hour nap

(cutest picture EVER!)

baking

 realizing my love for black movies :)

date night

the o'bb muffs

Some people call it fate, some call it a God moment, but whatever it was that brought me to Our Marriage Project, I'm glad for the blogstalking refresher this weekend. They are a newlywed couple who surprised their family and friends by getting married at their "engagement party" (they'd been engaged and secretly planning for months). Now they are documenting their first year of marriage, Julie and Julia-style.

With this lovely couple's permission, I'm going to share with you a recipe I found on their site for which I just happened to have all of the ingredients on hand, a hankering to bake, PLUS an excess of blueberries I needed to use as soon as possible or else feed them to the bitter jowls of my garbage disposal.

Here is the cute, cute recipe card she made:

...and here is my finished product:

So delicious! Even though I broke the cardinal rule of baking and added my dry ingredients to the same pan as my creamed wet ingredients because I was too lazy to dirty a bowl. (The horrors!)

Enjoy this tasty treat and delicious new link love!

an update on running

A few months ago I talked about how I signed up for the Route 66 Quarter and Half Marathon in Tulsa. While it sounds crazy and really daunting to me, I believed I could train reasonably and see what my body could do.

Then my dad invited us on a two-week vacation that scheduled us to arrive home the night before the Quarter Marathon. Ugh, a little, but doable.

So I created a little schedule for my training. I could already run 2-3 miles easily, so this was cake, right? My body would prove me wrong. Around mid-June, I got sick with my ulcerative colitis stuff. While it was manageable throughout the day, running literally made me sick. Plus, I got put on prednisone, which makes me really hungry and retain water. It was not fun and really frustrating.

Early July, I finally started feeling better, but I got an ingrown toenail infection -- we think caused by my running shoes since the are the only closed-toe shoes I wear in the summer. I've had ingrown toenails in the past, but never like this. It was so infected I could feel pain all the way in the base of my toe. And it was explosively disgusting.

Still, I was determined to run the race, no matter how out of shape I was. I'd already paid the money, and it was something I really wanted to do, so I figured I'd just walk/jog it. But a few days before the race, I got an email and found out there was also a 5K that day, so I bit the bullet and decided to switch from the Quarter Marathon to 5K, roughly half the distance.

Extremely disappointed, I drove downtown to the running store to switch races, feeling like my tail was between my legs. Even though I knew it was something I had to do, I felt ashamed. To make things worse, when I told the official I wanted to switch races, they immediately assumed I wanted to switch to the higher distance, and I had to lay down my pride even more and announce to everyone I could only do the 5K.

On race day this past Saturday, I was a tiny bit nervous. Not because I was afraid of what others might think about me, but because my stomach issues had created a HUGE mental hurdle for me. I knew my time would be less than stellar, so at 6:16 a.m., I told JT and Sampson to stay home, snoozing away through the 7:30 start time. (They WILL be at my half marathon, though; that's the big deal to me!)

I drove downtown and found a parking spot, another thing I was nervous about. I found one person I knew, who I was not expecting to see at all. She's a friend of my mom's who had joined a Couch to 5K class at the running store. It was so encouraging to me to find someone I knew and to see the group in the blue shirts who were running their first races!

The race started and I just told myself to keep my pace slow. In other races, I've started toward the beginning thinking if I started out quickly, I could slow down and still keep a good time.

Not so much.

But this time, I enjoyed my music, concentrated on breathing, paid attention to signals from my body and actually enjoyed it a lot. In fact, I ran the entire time despite maybe only running a handful of times in the last two months. I was slow, but I was consistent. And I actually had fun!

With this being my third race (I've run a 15K and another 5K in the past), it was the first one that was truly fun for me. As I ran, I took little mental snapshots of what was going on around me. Feet pounding to the rhythm of my iPod. Smiling faces cheering and giving out water and Gatorade. Tired and determined soldiers trudging through the same battle around me. Inspirational music for monster hills (The race staff was playing "Chariots of Fire" when I reached mine). Crossing the finish line both with my feet and with my mind.

 

The finish line is a victory, I'm realizing, regardless of a runner's shape, size, or completion time. But I have to admit I was most proud of the group in the blue shirts who gathered the courage, strength, and gumption to set their minds to something and do it.

I'm excited to get back into running, to buy a brand new pair of running shoes tonight (!!!), and especially to see the finish line of the Half Marathon in November.