Thursday, March 31, 2011

Brandy Bourbon Chicken

I have a huge crush on Nigella Lawson.  I think she's fabulous.  I love her style, her accent, her attitude, and mostly, her food.  I own several of her cookbooks and so far, everything I've tried has turned out really well.  Nigella is my no-fail standby.

Roasting a chicken isn't particularly difficult, mind you.  While it's hard to mess up completely, it can also be tricky to keep it from getting really dry.  There is nothing worse than taking a huge bite of chicken and immediately getting cottonmouth.  I hate that, as does Kenny.  He was a little skeptical about trying a roasted chicken at first, but when I mentioned that it included bacon, he came on board.  

You can't complain when it's this easy either.

 Bacony-Bandy Chicken
1 whole roasting chicken (2-3 lbs)
4 strips center cut bacon
1/2 C brandy

Preheat oven to 425*.  Clean and prepare chicken.  Cook bacon in a skillet until crisp, reserving drippings.  Remove bacon from pan and stuff into cavity of chicken.  Place the bird in a roasting pan, breast side up.  Pour the brandy into the still-hot skillet with the bacon fat and let bubble for a minute, then pour over the chicken.  Roast for 45 minutes, or until juices in joints run clear.  Let rest a few minutes, and then carve. from Nigella Lawson
Fantastic. Simple. Savory.  It's easy and fast enough for a weeknight, and makes great leftovers for chicken salad or soup.  Thanks, Nigella!

Ring around the Royals.

I know I am not alone when I say that I am somewhat fascinated by all things Royal wedding.  I exclaimed (out loud, in a dolphin-pitch squeal) when I realized that we do in fact get BBC America for the broadcast.  I almost considered taking the day off to watching it, sitting on my couch in my wedding dress and drinking champagne.  But I haven't ... yet.


A bit of news broke this morning that Kate and Wills will not be exchanging rings during their ceremony, rather she will wear a wedding band, but he will not.  I was surprised by this, but mostly at my reaction.  Is it a Royal thing?  Family tradition?  Personal preference?  I need to know, William.  Even if he chooses not to wear a the ring after, why disregard that symbolic piece of the ceremony completely?  It irked me a little.

Mr LikesIt wears his wedding band everyday, other than for messy chores like landscaping.  I have never asked him to, he just does.  He likes the ring itself, and believes in the symbolism.  It's a non-issue for us, but I have to admit that I would be a little peaved if he didn't want to wear it. 


It's not like William could ever pass himself off as single, but that's the first thing that comes to my mind.  A wedding band screams "taken," but of course being married is much more than a piece of jewelry.  Not wearing a ring doesn't make you less married - just look at my Dad, who does not wear one because of his work.  It obviously hasn't affected my parents' marriage in any way.  Now, it's none of my business why William has opted out, but I am curious to the reason.   It's not like he's doing manual labor.


I guess I am a sucker for the symbol.  It's completely personal preference, and before the wedding I would have told you that it didn't matter to me of Mr LikesIt wore a wedding ring or not.  I would have argued fervently that marriage is a state of mind and a ring has nothing to do with it.  Now, seeing that band on his finger makes me infinitely happy.  Not only because it stakes my claim for all to see, but also because he wants to wear it.  He wants to be claimed.  When we said, "with this ring, I thee wed" we both meant it wholeheartedly.  Those words give those small pieces of jewelry huge meaning.  Frankly, I just like it.


So let's discuss.  How important is your husband's wedding band to you?  Did that view change after the wedding?  If you're not married, how do you feel about your future-husband wearing a ring?

(and one more for good measure)
(photos care of the hilarious Kate Middleton FTW)

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Hey, Four Eyes

I got new glasses.  After wearing them for more than twenty years now, I have to say I am more excited for these than just about any I've had.

When I first got glasses at age six, my dear mother braced me for potential teasing.  We practiced witty comebacks in the car back from the doctors office, so I could properly take the wind out of my would-be harassers' sails, as she said.  If someone called me four-eyes, I was supposed to say that four are better than two.  First-grade Meaglette liked that one best. I was all like, "oooooh snap. Four ARE better! Suck it, lame-o two-eyes!"

 I can't imagine who would make fun of such sweet oversized pink plastic frames like this anyway.  If you put glasses on a Cabbage Patch Kid, this is what it looks like:

 Blame my parents for allowing this to happen - it was the 80s, and I was a minor.  They also thought those bangs were a good idea (and cut them so straight by putting Scotch tape across my forehead, but that's a different story).

Thankfully, I am now left to my own devices to choose my frames (and grow out my bangs).

These are the first new pair I've gotten in sevenish years, and well worth the wait, in my opinion. Kate Spade really knows her shit.


 When I went in to order them a few weeks ago, I bee-lined directly to the "super ridonk overpriced sticker shock shock" section of the store.  I was never allowed to look at those when I was on my parents' tab (rightfully so - their money, their call), but now that I get big girl paychecks, I was pretty pumped to drop one on my eyeballs.


They were, in fact, ridonk expensive, but amazingly enough not because of the frames.  My coke-bottle lenses and the medical magic it takes to compress them into non-hideous (ie: oversized pink plastic) frames costs a buttload and a half. Oh, plus I sprung for anti-glare coating, cuz that's how I roll.  Besides, I luff them.  It's refreshing to feel cute in my glasses, not frumpy and gross. Which means I'll wear them.  Which means they're worth it.  That's basic fashion math.

At least until I can afford Lasik.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

My rings are too big.

Such an odd problem to have.  Lately, my wedding rings spin around incessantly and I am constantly adjusting them.  While they are in no risk of falling off, they are decidedly looser than when Mr LikesIt gave them to me.  So that means I am smaller.  My pants have stretched out, but there is no way that my chubby fingers stretched out white gold bands.

Sweet, skinnier fingers.  That's nice.  But you know where it would be great to trim down?  How about the entire lower half of my body?  Loose rings don't help me with work pants that are falling off, yet the next size down are still up-in-the-club, ladies' night circa 2001, booty tight.

Thanks a lot, Diet Gods.  I really appreciate those skinny fingers though.  That's the first thing people notice, you know.  "Oh my, what thin hands you have!  Have you been working out?" I hope to hell it all starts evening out soon.  All this running and kickboxing need to be good for something. 

Mission: Smaller Pants is in full force in the LikesIt house.

Let's Fall in Love: Blessing of the Hands

The wedding ceremony up to this point felt like it was flying by.  I tried to soak it all in, but there were so many moments that I had been looking forward to in the months (years) leading up to September 4.  Walking down the aisle with my father, standing at the front of the church I had attended since childhood in my mom's veil, exchanging vows.  These were all things that I had been imagining since I was a little girl, and they far exceeded my expectations.  What followed after the vows was new to us, but I had been anticipating it just as much as the rest.  We opted not to do a unity candle or other such symbolic ceremony, and shared a Blessing of the Hands instead.  I love the tradition of hand-fasting, and this was the best way we could incorporate it, as well as paying an homage to a cousin who had used it in his ceremony several years before.

I put the words together myself based on several different versions from many different resources.  When we decided to have the wedding at the church, we sacrificed our ability to write our own vows.  Perfecting every word of the Blessing of the Hands was the next best thing.  It was incredibly touching and meaningful to hear  them aloud at our wedding, and it was at this point that my emotion overflowed. 
Meagan, please turn to face Kenny, and hold his hands, palms up in yours, so you may see the gift that they are to you.
These are the hands of your best friend, young and strong and vibrant with love, that are holding yours on your wedding day, as he promises to love you all the days of his life. These are the hands that will passionately love you and cherish you through the years, for a lifetime of happiness. These are the hands that will protect you and honor you as they work alongside yours to make a happy home. These are the hands that look so large and clumsy, yet will be so gentle as he holds your children to comfort and console them. These are the hands that will countless times wipe the tears from your eyes; tears of sorrow, and as in today, tears of joy. These are the hands that will share their strength when you need it. These are the hands that will embrace you when fear or grief fills your mind. And lastly, these are the hands that even when wrinkled and aged, will still be reaching for yours, still giving you the same outspoken love as they give you today.
Kenny, please hold Meagan’s hands, palms up in yours, where you may see the gift that they are to you.
These are the hands of your best friend, young and strong and full of love for you, that are holding yours on your wedding day, as she pledges her love and commitment to you all the days of her life. These are the hands that will work alongside yours, as together you build your future. These are the hands that will passionately love you and cherish you through the years, and with the slightest touch, will comfort you like no other. These are the hands that will tenderly hold your children, and these are the hands that will help you to hold your family as one. These are the hands that will hold you tight as you struggle through difficult times. These are the hands that will hold you in joy and excitement and hope. These are the hands that will give you support as she encourages you to chase down your dreams. And lastly, these are the hands that even when wrinkled and aged, will still be reaching for yours, still giving you the same outspoken love as they give you today.
 Please join your hands together, as we pray.
 
Heavenly Father, bless these hands that you see before you this day. May they always be held by one another. Give them the strength to hold on during the storms of stress and the dark of disillusionment. Keep them tender and gentle as they nourish each other in their love.  May Kenny and Meagan see these four hands as healer, protector, shelter, and guide, and may they always bring forth the very best in both. Help these hands to continue building a relationship founded in your grace, rich in caring, and devoted to reaching together for your perfection.
 After the Blessing was complete, it was almost official.   Just a few minutes left before we're Mr and Mrs.

In case you missed it ...
I bought a dress and completely changed it.  We had a marathon final week of engagement.  I giggled my way through our rehearsal.  Mr LikesIt got grilled at our rehearsal dinner.  The groomsmen ran amok in downtown Springfield. The girls got gorgeous.  We exchanged mushy wedding-day gifts.  The guys got fancy and then got dancy.  I became a Bride.  There was a first First Look. I shared my Somethings.  The boys made the most of trolley-time. And did their thing on the Capital grounds. The girls took photos at the hotel. Everyone arrived at the church. We walked down the aisle. We declared our intentions and my cousin preached. We exchanged our vows

Monday, March 28, 2011

Fajita Turkey Burgers

Let's face it, healthy cooking gets a bad rap.  Bland.  Boring.  Tasteless. All of this may be true for some foods, so it's pretty exciting to find a recipe that livens up an otherwise mundane meal.  Turkey burgers, for example.  Lean.  Full of Protein.  Potentially dry and blah.  But not these!

 
Fajita Turkey Burgers

1/4 cup salsa
1 diced avocado
1 T fresh diced cilantro
1 cup breadcrumbs (packaged or homemade)
1/2 finely diced onion
1 finely diced red bell pepper
1 finely diced green bell pepper
2 tsp fajita seasoning (or a mix of garlic, cayenne, and chili powder)
1/4 tsp salt
1 T tomato paste
1 lb ground turkey
1 egg white

Combine salsa, avocado, and cilantro until well-incorporated.  Set aside.  Prepare breadcrumbs in food processor if not packaged.  Heat a large nonstick skillet over medium-high heat.  Coat well with cooking spray.  Add onion and peppers; saute 5 minutes or until tender.  Stir in 1/2 teaspoon fajita seasoning and 1/8 tsp salt.  Cool. Combine breadcrumbs, onion mixture, remaining seasoning and salt, tomato paste, egg white, and turkey,  Using your hands, divide turkey mixture into four equal portions, shaping each into a 3/4-inch patty.  Grill four minutes on each side or until cooked through.  Place a patty on a whole wheat bun and top with 1/4 of the avocado salsa.  Serve with lettuce, onion, and tomato as desired.  Adapted from Cooking Light                                                                                        
These are fantastic and come together really quickly, so they make for a great work-night meal.  I have come to rely on things like this for nights I come home from the gym late and Kenny is ready for dinner like five minutes ago.  Plus, we love burgers.  These can be prepared on an indoor grill as well.

Enjoy!

Sunday, March 27, 2011

And then I did a bad, bad thing.

Snow days are rough, dudes.  They make you do crazy things at the grocery store.


The shit they sell at Trader Joe's is worse than all the Easter candy.  Fig bars, toffee, raw cashews, and these carby little vixens.  I don't even have pictures of the prepared product, since we inhaled them.  And they were AWESOME.

I will run tomorrow.  I will run tomorrow.  I will run tomorrow.

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Out like a Lion

It was 80 degrees here in St Louis a week ago.  And yet today we have gotten at least three inches of snow, and it does not appear to be stopping anytime soon.


In the meantime, we are partially snowed in and partially suffering from cabin/Spring fever.  We ventured out for diner food at Uncle Bill's (a St Louis staple, but new to me), followed by shopping at Trader Joe's.  I couldn't find the baby brie cups that have been touted by several friends, so I over-compensated by getting macaroni and cheese bites.  Fair.

The snow is not only aggrivating, but poor Tucker Bear is incredibly confused by what is happening.  We let him outside, but instead of heading to the yard, he immediately duck-waddled in a big circle across the deck and popped a squat right by the sliding door.  Lovely.  Mr LikesIt has since scooped a little path for him down into the grass, but he still refuses to venture into the white stuff, camping out to do his bidness under the deck.  At least it's not on top of it.  After getting a haircut, a bath, and a nail trimming this morning, poor Tucker Bear is not having a very good day.

At least there are some really nice flowers in season right now, and Mr LikesIt is kind enough to keep me in full vases. Regardless of the weather, it's springtime inside.

On the Weigh: Love/Hate.


WI: -.6
Total: -5

 I am over the scale, as it seems.

A good week, indeed.  I'm happy with the WI (although who doesn't always want more?) but I am trying to force myself to see it as secondary feedback.  I know I had a good week, even before I stepped on the scale.  Daily weighing, while nice for an update, is getting to me.  The number is not the only reason I am working so hard at this.  Once a week at WW should be more than enough to tell me what I need to know.

After all, if this is all about a healthy lifestyle change, the numbers are secondary anyway, right?  I'm eating balanced food, enjoying mindful treats in moderation, and working out more than ever in my life.  There's something to be said for that.  Of course I want the pounds to come off too, of course, but I don't want to be a slave to the scale.  I just want to live a balanced, healthy life.  But hey, I'll take a loss too. 

On the other hand, I am really excited to keep moving forward and hit my next five-pound goal.  I hate being such a pokey loser, though I am getting used to the idea that an average loss for me is usually between a half and a pound.  It all adds up.  I feel better and more confident about WW than I ever have.  Commitment is a nice feeling.

This week's goal: keep on keeping on.  And also go to a spin class.

Friday, March 25, 2011

He did a bad, bad thing.

Mr LikesIt is an impulse shopper when it comes to candy.


 It's not his fault though.  It is a scientific fact that Easter candy, all bedazzled with little bunnies and baby chicks and pastel colors, is not only the best kind of candy in the known Universe, but also one thousand percent harder to resist.  There are BABY ANIMALS on the packaging.  Plus, the candy itself comes in the shape of things we all love, like eggs and rabbits and miniature candy.  I'm pretty sure Jesus Himself rose from the dead because of Cadbury creme eggs.  I know I woud.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

As soon as Lent is over.

This is going to be one of the first things I buy.


Followed by this:

And this and this:
 

 

Yeah.  Bowls are at the top of my list right now.  But they are from Anthro and they will look super awesome with our striped dishes on top of our kitchen cabinets and they are cuuuuuuuuuuute.

Hole. Eeee. Crap.

Tell me you watch Real Housewives of Miami.  We can't be friends if you don't.  Still here?  Ok.

So you've met all the ladies and probably noted how insanely full of themselves they are and also how they love to talk about how hot they are all. the. time. Right, par for the Housewives course.  You've probably also noticed that Elsa, Marysol's mother, has had a little work done.

Maybe just a nip and a tuck here and there, right?

So get this.  This is what she looked like BEFORE.
Why, Elsa, whyyyyyyyyyyy?

Super Moon.

I've noticed a trend this week.

Super Moon makes people have babies.

For realsies, people.  Its been a baby-dropping party this week.  Babies who weren't even due until April.  Facebook has been one long string of birth announcements since Monday.

The good news is, the aforementioned kiddos are ridiculously, fuzzy-headed, chubby-cheeked, moonpie-faced, swaddled lumps of adorableness.  And I get to visit them and squeeze them and talk to them in a super high-pitched voice and nonsense syllables.  So it all works out.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Perception of time.



This is accurate for would-be runners as well.  When running/walking in two and a half minute intervals, it takes roughly eight thousand minutes to hear the "walk now" prompt, whereas the walking bit is over in two shakes of a Taylor Swift song.

It gets easier, right?  Tell me it gets easier.  Because right now cycle five seems to be slowly killing me.

I painted my nails over the weekend.

This is valid news.



1. I am nearly incapable of completing the task in an acceptable fashion. I'm really awful at it, particularly my left hand, and especially in dark colors. Have I mentioned that my favorite nail colors are dark red and dark purple? Not pretty. I am girly in many ways, but I can't paint my nails and I can't French braid. There, now you know my deepest darkest secrets.

2. I typically leave nail painting to professionals. As stated in #1, I am not to be trusted. I buy nail polish all the time (always red or purple, mind you) but when I want my nails to actually look nice, I spring for a mani and be done with it. Alas, my no shopping/frivolous spending thing for Lent means manis are now a sometimes treat.

3. My nails look awesome. It is now Wednesday, three days after the home-manicure occurred. My nails still look good.





Seriously, the manicure tutorial from Mrs MaryJane has redeemed my Girl Card for me. I am one re-application of top coat away from shiny polish heaven.

Seriously, go paint your nails. Thank me later.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Chocolate Wafflewiches

Sometimes, Kenny is a genius. He had it in his head that he wanted me to make homemade ice cream sandwiches for him, but decided that he wanted me to make the sammies with waffles instead. When I suggested making them chocolate waffles, I think I nearly killed him.




Chocolate Wafflewiches

1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
3 teaspoons baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 cup white sugar
3 tablespoons unsweetened cocoa powder
1 cup milk
2 eggs
4 tablespoons butter, melted
Ice cream of choice (we used Cookie n Cream), softened
    Preheat waffle iron. In a large mixing bowl, stir together flour, baking powder, salt, sugar and cocoa. Stir in milk, eggs and butter until mixture is smooth. Spray preheated waffle iron with non-stick cooking spray. Pour mix onto hot waffle iron. Cook until golden brown. Remove waffles from iron and cut into 16 sections. Add a spoonful of ice cream (volume to taste) between two sections. Wrap individually and freeze immediately.
      Enjoy!

      Happy Birthday, Tucker Bear!

      My Schmuckers turns 5 today! I can't believe it's been that long since I brought him home, but I can't imagine my life without him.  He is quirky, funny, playful, snuggly, dumb as rocks, and smart as hell.  He keeps us entertained and on our toes, and our family is not complete without his fuzzy little nubbin wedged between us.  Call me crazy, but I love this little dog to bits.

      From the first day I brought him home, he's been a joy to have in the family.  And damn, but he's stinking cute too. 

      Can't believe my baby dog is all growed up and middle aged now. 

      We'll be celebrating tonight, of course.  We've been telling him for a week that his birthday was coming up, so he has high expectations: a walk outside, his favorite dinner, a new toy, and ample belly scratches.  Some things never change - he is such a diva. 

      I can't imagine how he got to be that way.

      So happy birthday, Tucker Bear Banana-face!  Thanks for being so kickass!

      AND I'M GONNA GET THAT TUMMY!!!

      Whenever Chris Brown is in the news...

      I am reminded of my old roommate Kate, who teaches kindergarten.  One day she was discussing current events with her class during circle time (as much as one can with 5 year-olds) and one little girl was very excited to tell the class about what she heard over the weekend in celebrity news.

      "MISS G! MISS G! DID YOU HEAR WHAT THAT BASTARD CHRIS BROWN DID TO RIHANNA?!!?!"


      And now all I can think of is that little girl, in some thrid grade classroom somewhere, and I want to know if she heard what that bastard Chris Brown did to Good Morning America.

      Monday, March 21, 2011

      Let's Fall in Love: Vows

      After we declared our intentions and listened to readings and Pastor Nathan's sermon, Mr LikesIt and I turned to face each other, clasping our right hands.  I was shaking.  He had tears in his eyes.  I had worried that practicing the vows the night before would somehow take away from the ceremony, but when we stood before each other, there was nothing that could diminish the feeling I got looking at my almost-husband as he swore himself to be before God and all of our closest friends.  Mr LikesIt appeared outwardly calm, and spoke in a voice full of confidence and assurance.  And then the tears came.  It touched me beyond belief.



      I, Kenny, take you Meagan, to be my wedded wife.  To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, til death us do part.  According to God's holy will, I pledge you my faithfulness.



      I wiped the tears from his face with the handkerchief my grandmother had given me, and prepared for my turn.  I was feeling a bevy of emotions: I was giddy and calm and choked up all at the same time.  I'm not sure exactly how I made it through them without breaking down and crying (or giggling), but I am glad I was able to speak those important words with confidence and composure.


      I, Meagan, take you Kenny, to be my wedded husband.  To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, til death us do part.  According to God's holy will, I pledge you my faithfulness.

      Vows taken.  That's the big moment, right?  I had looked forward to pledging those words for close to two years.  I will never forget watching Mr Likesit's face as we spoke them to each other. 


      Coming up, the next part of our wedding ceremony, the Blessing of the Hands.


      In case you missed it ...

      I bought a dress and completely changed it.  We had a marathon final week of engagement.  I giggled my way through our rehearsal.  Mr LikesIt got grilled at our rehearsal dinner.  The groomsmen ran amok in downtown Springfield. The girls got gorgeous.  We exchanged mushy wedding-day gifts.  The guys got fancy and then got dancy.  I became a Bride.  There was a first First Look. I shared my Somethings.  The boys made the most of trolley-time. And did their thing on the Capital grounds. The girls took photos at the hotel. Everyone arrived at the church. We walked down the aisle. We declared our intentions and my cousin preached.

      Sunday, March 20, 2011

      On the Weigh: Accurate Feedback

      WI: fractional gain
      Total: -4.4

      Le sighe.  I seem to have fallen into a pattern of biggish losses followed by smallish gains.  While it still gets going in the right direction, it's still annoying as hell.  I just want it to go dowwwwwn.  I cant really complain, it's probably a pretty realistic portrayal of how the week went for me.  I sort of faked it.  Imagine that.

      "YAY Meagan," aka what I did right:
      • Tracked every single bite
      • Avoiding emotional, mindless eating
      • Had a couple of really great, intense workouts
      "Oh, Meagan," aka what needed work:
      • Staying in my daily 31
      • Following through on workout plans (aka not napping a nice afternoon away)
      • Hydration (seriously? I am usually really good at getting my water in)
      • Packing lunches and snacks that are thought-through and nutritionally sound
      • Pre-tracking/planning
      • I started the WW week with a day of questionable choices and it never really got better.  Saturday really seems to set the tone for how my whole week will go.
      • Not stretching after my workouts is finally catching up with me.
      Week 16 Goals:
      • 35-40 APs, which seems to be my happy place.  Actually earned 28.
      • Finish C210K week 5.  Actually still working on w5d3
      • Avoid take-out and stick to planned homemade dinners. Actually ate pizza with MrLikesIt and barely acknowledged the meal plan.
      Le sighe, indeed.

      Week 17 Goals
      • Back to basics, just plain old be OP.
      • Make dinner at home.
      • Plan and pre-track meals.
      • 30 APs
      • 100+ oz water per day.
      • Stretch after each work out.
       How was your week?

      Thursday, March 17, 2011

      St Pat's Parade Run

      While most people spent Saturday doing things like this:
       
      (photo care of my friend Brittney, which cracks me up)

      I spent the day doing (and subsequently recovering from) this:
       


      My friend Becky and I participated in the 5-mile St Pat's Parade run, along with close to 9,000 comrades.  It's a really entertaining fun-run that weaves it's way downtown along the parade route.  It's mostly flat, thankfully, and we had perfect weather for it.  The first mile killed me.  All I could think was "Why am I doing this?  I am an idiot.  Running is stupid."  Fortunately, once I hit my stride in the second mile I was able to walk-run in consistent intervals, and my inner monologue was more like, "Running is alright.  I am not dead yet, so that's pretty cool."

       Running!  Look, I'm runnnniiiiiiinnnnnnnngggggg! (Please note at this point I was dying and Becky is all "lalala photo op!")

      We crossed the finish line at Busch Stadium at 1:06:57 ... more than twenty minutes faster than my time last year (which I almost entirely walked). I felt a little guilty because Becky is a much more conditioned runner than I am, and she held back with me when I needed to walk. I could tell at times that she was itching to break loose, but she was a trooper and stuck with my pokey ass.  It's definitely motivating to be there and know I want to do better next year.
        
      Finished and happeeeeeeeee. Yeah, I ran in those glasses.  Those are my "I feel the need for speed" glasses.

      I love races like this because of the atmosphere.  It's not particularly competitive - at least not where we were in the pack - and the crowd was feeling the holiday spirit.  I didn't get many pictures, but I am a fan of any race where runner's are in costume.  We saw a giant bottle of ketchup, an air freshener, countless tutus, huge green fro wigs, and tons of shamrocks along the way.  When we rounded the first turn from Broadway onto Market Street, it was a sea of green as far as you could see.  We were even passed at one point by four people pushing a go-kart bearing a keg of green beer (though we declined the proffered keg stand).  Very festive!  Gotta love St Patrick's Day!

      Over 1000 calories burned later, Becky and I picked up Mr LikesIt and ate our weight in sammiches at Bar Louie.  Worth it.  And then I took an epic nap - the sort of which left me frazzled and disoriented for the rest of the day.  I've also kind of been on a carb-fest ever since, and other such ridiculousness, but that's another story for another day.

      I think I like races!  I averaged a 13-minute mile for this race, and I ran roughly half of each mile.  While I know I won't be winning races anytime soon, I would be thrilled to improve on that.  And hey, I finished in front of about 3000 people.  Guess what that means?  Not Last.  I think I like races.  No wonder people keep doing this to themselves.

      And next year?  I'm finishing under an hour.  Mark my words, people!

      No pinching!




      I has a green.

      Happy St Pat's Day!

      Tuesday, March 15, 2011

      On the Weigh: The Good News


      3/12 WI:  N/A
      Total: -5.2

      I didn't go to my WW meeting this week, which sounds at first like a bad thing.  However, I was doing something better - the St Patrick's Day Parade Run in downtown St Louis.  I'm working on my re-cap, but siffice to say I was still working towards the greater good of the ol weight loss train.  Mr LikesIt is of the opinion that skipping a meeting for a race is more effective than being at the meeting in the first place.  I agree, mostly, but I like my meeting, and I do feel like I need it mentally.  He doesn't really get the need for meetings (or points or any of it, really), but that's okay, because he isn't on WW and therefore doesn't need to get it.

      According to my scale at home, I maintained, so I'm counting it as a win.  Anything that's not a gain is a good thing in my book.  It was sort of a so-so week, as occasionally happens, so it wasn't the worst timing as far as races go.  It wasn't the worst week ever, nor was it the best, per the scale. 

      "YAY Meagan," aka what I did right:
      • Hit the GHG everyday.
      • Planned meals in advance and actually stuck to it.
      • Bought cropped running tights and wore them with confidence (shitballs, they are TIGHT).
      • When the Trader Joe's guy gave us a box of chocolates when he checked us out, I ate the few that are favorites (tracked them), and insisted on throwing the rest away.
      • Most importantly, I did a RACE!  HOLLA!
      "Oh, Meagan," aka what needed work:
      • At 20 APs, that is more than 10 less than my average.  Obviously activity is a major component of making P+ work for me.  Only ran 4.5 miles, which is low.  (Amazing how my quickly my perspective has changed on this).
      • Had the points for it, but fell victim to snack monster too many times.  Just because Mr LikesIt is having a snack, doesn't mean I have to
      • Slacked on measurements and guessed more than I should have
      • Friday was a bad day, basically took off from WW since I knew I didn't have the meeting the next morning.  That doens't work - the calories still count, whether or not I track them.
      • Got scale-obsessed.  I don't think daily WIs are healthy for me.  It very easily becomes a slippery slope of "Oh yeah? What do I weigh NOW?! How about NOW?!  No wait, NOW?!" Not pretty.
      I have been back on WW for 16 weeks now.  Holy crap, when did that happen?  Looking back through my tracker, I've realized that most of it was spent getting used to P+.  I really thought I had it early on, but it's been a more difficult transition than I first assumed.  The last two or three weeks have been the first where I feel like I 100% know what I am doing and trust that the balance of points I burn/consume are actually working. 

      I hated Momentum with a fiery passion, but I will give it credit for being more predictable, at least at this stage of the game.  Kinda sucks that basically the first three months on P+ have all been learning curve, but it's not a race, afterall.  What can you do?  I trust it works, so all I can do is move forward.  if anyone wants to shake a stick at my -5 in 16 weeks, I have some advice on where they can put the stick later.

      Week 16 Goals:
      • 35-40 APs, which seems to be my happy place.
      • Finish C210K week 5.
      • Avoid take-out and stick to planned homemade dinners.
      How was your week?

      Monday, March 14, 2011

      Let's Fall in Love: I will.

      I was nervous before the ceremony started.  I had been such a giggling mess during the rehearsal and I didn't want a repeat performance with the eyes of all of our friends and families on us.  It's funny, though - when Mr LikesIt took my hand and we stepped up to the alter, I completely forgot my worry, as well as the hundred plus people watching behind me.

      My cousin Nathan co-officiated the ceremony along with the home pastor, who I have known since being confirmed at the church. They welcomed our guests, called God to witness the union, and began the traditional ceremony by explaining the institution off marriage as believed by Lutheran teaching.

      "We welcome you to witness the union of this man and this woman in Holy Matrimony.  it is an honorable estate, instituted by Christ before humanity's fall into sin.  
      Marriage is not to be entered into unadvisedly, or lightly, but reverently, deliberately, and in accordance with the purpose for which it was instituted by God.  The union of man and wife in heart, body, and mind is intended by God for mutual companionship, health, and support that each person will receive from the other, both in prosperity and in adversity.  Marriage was also ordained so that man and woman may find delight in one another, therefore all persons in marriage should pick their spouse in holiness and honor, not in the passion of lust where God has not called us to impurity, but holiness.  God also established marriage for the appropriation of children, who are to be brought up in the instruction of the Lord, so that they may also offer Him praise.  For these reasons, God has established this holy state that Kenneth and Meagan wish to enter.  They desire our prayers as they begin their marriage in the Lord's name and with His blessing."
       

      My cousin Melinda stepped forward for the first reading, from the Book of Ruth.

      And Ruth said, Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee: for whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge: thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God.  Where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried: the LORD do so to me, and more also, if ought but death part thee and me. 
      The passage from Ruth is one of my favorite verses, and has double meaning to me.  Not only does it speak to me about marriage, but since Ruth was actually speaking to her mother-in-law, I think it is also appropriate in terms of joining a new family.  I didn't just get a husband that day, but a mother-in-law, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and a slew of cousins.  Our families came together with this union, and that is why I chose it.  When Melinda finished, her older sister Rachel followed with the second reading, from the Book of Ephesians.

      Wives, submit yourselves unto your own husbands, as unto the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife, even as Christ is the head of the church: and he is the saviour of the body.Therefore as the church is subject unto Christ, so let the wives be to their own husbands in every thing. Husbands, love your wives, even as Christ also loved the church, and gave himself for it; That he might sanctify and cleanse it with the washing of water by the word, That he might present it to himself a glorious church, not having spot, or wrinkle, or any such thing; but that it should be holy and without blemish. So ought men to love their wives as their own bodies. He that loveth his wife loveth himself. For no man ever yet hated his own flesh; but nourisheth and cherisheth it, even as the Lord the church: For we are members of his body, of his flesh, and of his bones. For this cause shall a man leave his father and mother, and shall be joined unto his wife, and they two shall be one flesh. This is a great mystery: but I speak concerning Christ and the church. Nevertheless let every one of you in particular so love his wife even as himself; and the wife see that she reverence her husband.


       The girls did the readings beautifully, and got compliments all night about them.  Still, people were surprised at my choice of the second passage, but as we had discussed it with Nathan in our pre-marital counseling, it was very meaningful.  He began the sermon and spoke beautifully.  He is an enthusiastic and devout man.  I am honored to have him speak to our guests on our behalf.  He articulated our choice and the symbolism of the readings much better than I ever could have hoped to.

      "Can you believe Meagan chose these readings?  Can you believe she had her cousins read those words on her wedding day: wives, submit to your husbands?  It sounds like knuckle-dragging Neanderthal language!  Why on earth would Meagan and Kenny choose these words for the day when they are beginning their lives together?  It is an interesting and legitimate question, if you go along with the way the world thinks.  The world thinks this is archaic, it's out of date, it's, well, passe.  But there is a reason that Meagan and Kenny picked these words:  because they believe them.

      Wives, submit to your husbands as to the Lord.  To understand why a gifted, talented, college-educated woman would allow these words to be read at her wedding, we must go further into the text.  She also knows that God has presented to her, as a gift, a man that will love her in the way that Paul prescribes in Ephesians chapter five.  Husbands, love your wives as Christ loved the Church.  As we stand under this beautiful alter of a resurrected Christ, it is critical to understand the step before this.  Jesus loved the church so much that He died for her."
      "Kenny, by asking Meagan to be his wife, by asking her to do him the honor of spending the rest of their days together, is saying 'Meagan, I love you that much. I am willing to put you ahead of me.'

      Wouldn't you willingly submit yourself to one who would willingly surrender his life for you?  On a battlefield, if a soldier would surrender his life for the rest of his brigade, we would call it heroism!  Today, we might roll our eyes and call it old-fashioned to use the same language about marriage.  But, Meagan, you know better!"

      "You know this and it makes sense for you to say, 'Yes, I will surrender to this man because he loves me this much, and I too will surrender myself to him.  I will surrender the me for the sake of the we.' Because in this wonderful, mystical union that God has established, He takes two and makes them one.  You will leave here in this divinely appointed, miraculous thing called Holy Marriage where you become extensions of one another by God's action."

      "Yes I know that he asked and you said yes, but it wasn't by your direction.  God designed you for this.  He created you for this day, so that Meagan, you can say, 'Yes, I will submit myself to you' and so that Kenny, you can say 'Yes, and I will die for you.' And as we leave here, facing this one life together in marriage, we can do it in confidence because together you know the one who has called you to this day.

      You have this precious gift.  You are about to embark on this precious journey, and you go with the one who loves you.  Amen."
      When the sermon was complete, we declared our Intention.  In some wedding ceremonies, this is the "I do's."  As Nathan explained to us the night before, we were not going to say "I do."  It implied that the statements we were making are just for that moment, that day, but we were pledging ourselves to the future, so our response would need to be different.


      Kenny, will you have this woman to be your wedded wife?  To live together in the holiest state of matrimony as God has ordained it? Will you nourish and cherish her as Christ loved his bride, the Church, giving Himself up for her?  Will you love, honor, and keep her in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, remain united with her alone, as long as you both shall live?

      I will.

      Meagan, will you have this man to be your wedded husband?  To live together in the holiest state of matrimony as God has ordained it? Will you submit to him as the Church submits to Christ?  Will you love, honor, and keep him in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, remain united with him alone, as long as you both shall live?

      I will.  

      Pastor Nathan then asked our parents to stand, as we did not come alone to this day.  Mr LikesIt and I turned to look at our proud families, my parents on one side, his mother and grandparents on the other. 


      Do you give your consent to this and bless this couple?


      We do.


      Will you pray for and encourage Kenny and Meagan in their marriage, remembering at all times that God wills them to live together and keep their vows until they are parted by death?


      We will. 


      In case you missed it ...
      I bought a dress and completely changed it.  We had a marathon final week of engagement.  I giggled my way through our rehearsal.  Mr LikesIt got grilled at our rehearsal dinner.  The groomsmen ran amok in downtown Springfield. The girls got gorgeous.  We exchanged mushy wedding-day gifts.  The guys got fancy and then got dancy.  I became a Bride.  There was a first First Look. I shared my Somethings.  The boys made the most of trolley-time. And did their thing on the Capital grounds. The girls took photos at the hotel. Everyone arrived at the church. We walked down the aisle