Low carb works.

I try to eat healthy, but  if you sit a basket of fried pickles or butter brickle ice cream in front of me, you can bet I am going to eat it. I could eat every fried food in sight, drink gallons of whole milk and have candy bars for dinner every night and still not gain the weight I should. I don’t really know if my metabolism just hasn’t slowed down enough to make a difference in my body yet, but I just don’t absorb it. I cannot afford to lose weight honestly. I’m technically considered underweight by every doctor who has ever seen me so I was a little nervous about cooking without a lot of pasta (I love pasta), rice, and bread. I mean, they were 3 of our normal staples every night. Easy, quick, and yummy.

My husband, Greg, wanted to try Keto after our brother-in-law, a very healthy man on the eyes, had to have emergency open heart surgery after what everyone thought would be a simple routine stint procedure. It was scary.

So I had to Google keto/low carb, and he started in the middle of October. Surprisingly, there are a lot of really good recipes out there that make it easy for Greg to eat low carb (he’s been very disciplined about it too–no cheating) and Reagan and I to eat good food too. My favorite is sausage and veggies (recipe below). I am slightly obsessed with it and would eat it every night if I wouldn’t get sick of it. It’s that good.

And also, in the meantime, I’m over here stuffing my face full of mini Snickers and blueberry Poptarts trying to reach 2,800 calories a day–to gain 1 to 2 lbs per week.

Sausage and Veggies

2 Polish sausages, cut into one inch sections

1 yellow pepper, 1 red pepper, 1 green pepper, cut into chunks

1 head of broccoli, cut into small sections

1 zucchini, sliced into 1/2 inch discs

1/4 cup olive oil

1 tsp Seasonings of your choice (We use garlic salt, lemon, and pepper)

Pre-heat oven to 350 degrees. Cut all the vegetables and sausage links and place in a big bowl. Mix the oil and seasonings and drizzle over the vegetables and sausage. Stir to coat as much as you can. Spread everything onto a baking sheet and bake for 25-30 minutes. I usually let ours cook until some of the juices from the veggies soak the bottom, and the broccoli starts to look roasted.

What I love most about this is that you can add your favorite vegetables and take ones out that you don’t like. My sister uses shrimp instead of sausage. It’s so versatile, and it is so filling.

The Disconnect

IMG_5934aI haven’t been feeling very well lately, and honestly, it has worn me down. I have no energy and no drive and would love to lay around all day, but you know, job, kid, husband, life.

I have been making myself rest more, and by rest, I mean, just hang out and do nothing productive. That sounds incredibly lazy and boring, and really, it is. I am not a fan. I am not used to it or built for it, but right now, I think it is what my body needs. Rest. No stress. To relax.

In an effort to fully sink into my rest, I bought a pair of lounge pants. They are made of loose, kinda springy material, perfect for just hanging around on days that I don’t really need to leave the house or have anyone coming over. I like them. I am wearing them right now as a matter of fact. Earlier, in a truly odd SCI moment, where it feels like I am looking down at my life from 10 feet above, I thought “Man, they look really comfortable.” I don’t know if they are. I can’t feel them. I bet they are.

It’s one thing that I find so interesting and weird about my injury. I see feelings. If that doesn’t make sense, let me explain. These pants LOOK comfortable. The material feels soft against my fingers. I like the color, and they are just loose enough to not look sloppy. I know they are comfortable because I see that they are, not feel that they are even though I am wearing them.

When I see runners starting to get out in the spring, when the road is still wet, but it is warm enough to take their mornings jobs, I feel that jelly feeling in my legs. The one that you get when you aren’t sure you can run anymore. I haven’t run in over 15 years, but I see the running, and I feel it. And sometimes, I still try to kick things out of the way. My mind forgets that my legs don’t work.

Our bodies are odd things, and the phantom feelings I have are one of the things that are a blessing and a curse about this injury. Like running. I LOVE that feeling, like I would collapse on the floor if I stood because my legs would be so tired (I totally would still fall but because my legs don’t work, ha), but I also MISS that feeling.

But I wouldn’t trade what I have for any of those things.

52 Weeks Project.

I have done this project for the last few years, and it is one of my favorites. I take a new portrait of Reagan every week, and at the end of the year, I compile them into a book. Its so fun to see how much she grows in a 52-week timeframe.

Week 1.

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Here we go, 2019!

IMG_4771aI always thought that adults were crazy when they said times goes faster when you’re older, but for me, it is the ultimate truth. 2018 flew by.

Looking back through photos of the months, we managed to get some good memories in. From mommy-daughter days eating cookies at the mall to RZR races to trips to the zoo, it was a good year. I can’t wait to make more memories this year.

Reagan at four is my favorite. She grew so much this year. Pre-school was an adjustment, but I am happy that we decided to send her. A good routine has started, and the transition to kindergarten this coming August will be easier. I hope. At least she will know what some of the expectations will be.

Greg was able to work in Emporia for the summer, and then in Denver, but we are keeping our fingers crossed for hail in KC or somewhere close again this year so he can stay at home for most of the year. Businesses that are dependent on the weather are tricky. One year might be slow, and the next year could be crazy busy. It’s just luck of the draw.

Overall, I am ready for a new year, a new start, new goals and intentions. I really want to crush some serious business goals, and I am pumped about the work it is going to take. 2019 is the year I take myself out of my comfort zone. Carrie L. Sunday Photography is going to burst at the seems, I feel it. I chose the word “expand” as my word this year, so here’s to that. Expanding, rowing, believing in myself.