I LOVE meal prepping. It embodies the kind of mother and working professional that I long to be – organized, sophisticated, practical, a true go-getter.
And some magical days, it is all true; life finds a way to bring the moments of my day a beautiful and effortless tapestry of efficiency.
When I do manage to pull it off, I give all the credit to my sister.
My sister is a master meal prepper. She is a master at almost everything mom-life. From Halloween parties to baby showers to nights out with friends to baby-breakfast gatherings, her house is spotless, her children groomed and thriving, her hair perfectly curled and her brows expertly micro-bladed. I might hate her if I didn’t love and admire her so. Did I mention that she meal preps by the week? As in, she meal preps weeks out – 14 perfectly portioned chicken breasts in 14 perfectly sealed containers with green beans, potatoes, and pepper.
I will be honest – I am not my sister. I try. Sometimes I fake it – but there is no denying it.
I might love meal prepping; it doesn’t change the fact that I am TERRIBLE at it. I don’t know what I’m going five minutes before I actually do it Planning my meals for a week? Really? It’s almost 3 and I still have no idea what I am making for dinner…and I still won’t…as I’ll most likely get distracted by something else that needs doing post blog…Pre-baby, my idea of meal prepping was downing my beer sampler post bike ride.
So, while I preach meal prepping to my challengers, I know from personal experience that it doesn’t always happen and it isn’t always possible. Thus, I need a collection of easy, healthy, veggie first and taste most recipes that I can make on a moment’s notice.
Enter the sweet potato:
Who doesn’t love this incredible starchy, sweet, sexy hunk of Earth? And guess what – it is even BETTER when assembled with other veggies.
Enter my fav mid-week super mom hack – sweet potato hash.
My husband loves it; my son loves it; my mother-in-law got seconds! It can also easily be made vegetarian (just more veggies, less meat) and is already beautifully gluten free. It works best and is healthiest with venison sausage (venison mixed with a bit of pork sausage, chorizo style) but can be made with turkey sausage or even good old pork sausage. It makes a great meal and better left overs; it has the feel of a slow cooked casserole, but can be made on a stove in half the time.
It is basically perfect.
And as with all things, let your personal tastes and spice tolerance guide you.
Sweet Potato and Sausage Hash (in a Pan)
Prep Time 15 minutes
Cook Time 20 minutes
Total Time 35 minutes
Ingredients (if going veggie, omit sausage and add more root veggies)
1 lb Bulk Sausage (of any kind – I love venison or full on pork – turkey works, but you should add some fat of some kind to give it more body)
2-3 medium sweet potatoes, peeled and chopped into small cubes
LOTS of spinach
1 red pepper
LOTS of portabella mushrooms
1 tsp olive oil
2 cloves garlic, chopped
1/2 sweet onion, chopped
Salt + pepper
1/4 c. Cheddar Cheese (if desired)
1/2 c. water or stock
Saute sausage over medium heat until cooked. Drain excess fat. Set aside.
Heat oil in a large sauce pan.
Add garlic and onion.
Add sweet potatoes. Cook for 5 minutes over medium heat or until outside of potatoes are browned.
Add red pepper, spinach, and mushrooms. Stir and continue to cook over medium heat. 5 minutes.
Add water and stir. Cover. Cook, stirring occasionally for 5-10 minutes, or until potatoes are soft.
Decrease heat. Add sausage. Add salt and pepper to taste. Stir.
Add cheddar cheese. Cover and let sit on low heat for 1-2 minutes.
Modern Fit Magazine recently ran a feature on the advent of the Online Fitness Coach (with yours truly included! – check out the issue here). These lovely individuals are not fitness models; they are not personal trainers or nutritionists; they are not youtube stars or TGR heroes. They are not gym owners or professional athletes.
So…what exactly are they? What do they do and why are they changing the way we think about health, fitness, and wellness in our modern world?
These individuals come from a variety of different backgrounds – from yoga instructors and chakra queens, to fitmoms, professional skiers, bad!@# grandmas, power lifters, and stay at home dads; from Crossfit instructors to weekend warriors; from mountain gypsies to city kings; from alpine tundras to Manhattan high rises; from fitness advocates to those who are just getting started.
Coaches understand the potential struggles and incredible triumphs of health and wellness; they understand the importance of fitness and are actively working towards their own goals (whatever those might be). Along the way, coaches share their story, organize challenges, and build communities to inspire and support others.
It sounds simple, right? And it is! But within this simplicity lies the accountability and support necessary for lifelong health and wellness. To understand the power of fitness coaches (and why your coach will empower you to realize your health goals), we first need to explore why committing to fitness can be such a challenge.
Why do most fitness journeys end short?
If it was easy, everyone would do it…
That’s the thing about fitness – it seems easy: eat healthy foods, be active, and take care of your mental and physical health. Not only is this equation simple, it is also positive – it feels good to take care of one’s mind and body.
You may be well aware of the physical benefits of exercise – from the big things: increased life expectancy, decreased risk of a host of terrifying illnesses – from cancer to health disease and everything in between…to the little things: the ability to play with your children, for example.
The benefits of exercise, however, go far beyond your physical form. In fact, in a 2011 article, the American Psychological Association made a compelling argument that psychologists should be working with patients to incorporate exercise into existing treatments.
As immediate past president of APA’s Div. 47 (Exercise and Sport Psychology), she’s well aware of the mental health benefits of moving your muscles. “I often recommend exercise for my psychotherapy clients, particularly for those who are anxious or depressed,” she says.
Exercise has a dramatic impact on one’s mental well being. In fact, according to Psyblog, when it comes to the mind, there is very little that exercise can’t do. Exercise has been clinically proven to:
So, exercise paired with clean eating = a longer, healthier, and happier life. Why, then, is it so difficult? Why do so few realize their health and wellness goals?
Exercise is hard (and it should be).
Transforming your body and mind isn’t easy. It cannot be. The benefits of a healthy and active life demand that you push your limits, that you challenge your body and mind over and over, day after day. At a biological level, to build strength, your body must literally eat its own fat reserves, tear muscle tissue, and build that tissue back (stronger than before) while you sleep. At a mental level, you must push beyond self doubt and fear to challenge yourself. In fact, fitness depends on failure – you must work to the point of failure, fail, then rebuild, and try again.
It is (literally) much easier to just sit on the coach or better yet, move – but not really push it (the casual, slow treadmill trod + gym, make-up selfie comes to mind – if your fake eyelashes are still in place after a workout, you are doing it wrong). What’s more, as a general trend, we like being comfortable. We do not like failing. We do not like pushing limits. We do not like risk. We do not appreciate challenges that demand change, effort, or transformation. In fact, as a culture, we have associated this kind of hard work with negative stereotypes and erroneously believe that when we are rich enough, fit enough, successful enough, we can stop working so hard; our success will be portrayed by our constant ease and effortless existence (Mai Tia’s on the beach anyone?).
Not to mention the fact that exercise (in the gym and treadmill sense) is, well, really boring.
Fitness (and just about any level of success) demands intense and consistent effort. It demands that we continuously move beyond our comfort zones in pursuit of something just beyond, always – not just until we realize a specific weight or dress size.
You cannot eat whatever you want.
You know what else releases all those feel good endorphins? Food. And my God, do we have an unhealthy relationship with it. It is a source of pleasure and guilt, of joy and torment. And this dysfunctional relationship makes any nutrition program difficult. In short, diets don’t work. To realize life long health and wellness, we need to fundamentally change the way we view food and nourishment. We cannot simply cut out food groups or drastically cut calories. Exercise is hard work; it will make you hungry. To exercise, you must eat – but we also cannot eat whatever we want whenever we want. We need to learn how to fuel and nourish our bodies, how to read and satisfy hunger cues, how to foster a healthy relationship with the foods we eat. This takes time and effort; it demands knowledge and agency.
And, just like physical activity, it takes work – from the inside out. Did we mention that work is hard? Yes. yes it it.
The Trap of Routine
As human beings, we adore routine. We are creatures of habit, and we like to know what to expect; we like to feel in control and we appreciate the semblance of control that our routines provide. But routines, while they can provide a sense of stability that we all love and admire, are detrimental to fitness and wellness. In fact, that gym routine is working against your fitness goals. To continue to realize the benefits of a fit and active lifestyle, you must challenge yourself – meaning, you must purposefully avoid and push past your comfort zone.
All this hard stuff? You have to do it forever.
Health and wellness isn’t a journey with a definite destination. This journey? It is a lifelong process.
The problem of motivation
Doing hard things forever is difficult – even if those hard things are incredible for you (and make you feel and look fabulous). To be successful in the long run, to make good choices every day from this day forward, you are going to need motivation – intrinsic motivation.
All the little external tricks that we use (that brownie for completing that run? that dress you bought? that trip to the spa you promised yourself?) are not the ticket to permanent transformation. Traditional forms of motivation (losing a specific amount of weight, fitting into a specific dress size, competing in a run or charity event) have a definite end. They are dependent on external cues and, once those cues have been met and satisfied, the motivation to stick with and do “the hard things” fades.
To be and stay motivated long after the initial glamour collapses into a pool of sweat, to continuously pursue challenge and possibility, to push beyond your comfort zone time and time again, you need to build an internal motivation source. In short, to motivate external transformation, we have to first change inside – internally.
How Coaches Create Intrinsic Motivation
The question then: what motivates us at our cores? What are the deepest needs and desires motivating our daily choices and actions? On a daily basis, we need:
to be accepted and loved
to interact with others
to feel empowered and powerful
to feel important
to be organized and “in the know”
to feel unique
to be supported
to feel as though we are a part of something more or greater
Build and maintain online fitness communities (fitfams) that support long term health and wellness goals, inspire healthy choices, and encourage individuals within that community to overcome challenges and to continue moving forward. These communities enable members to share their journeys and to share in the journeys of others, appealing to our natural desire to be a part of something greater than ourselves while simultaneously cultivating acceptance, support, and social interaction – anytime and anywhere. In your community, you are surrounded, virtually and physically, by others who understand your struggles, who support your fit lifestyle, and who share in your triumphs and set backs (making those triumphs that much sweeter, and those set backs just a little bit easier).
Run fitness challenges, utilizing various tools, programs, and incentives. Coaches don’t simply build a community and then set you loose to wander, aimlessly (I have definitely walked into a gym more than once and, unable to figure out how to work that $#! thing, walked out)! Using a diverse set of programs and tools, coaches establish expectations along with specific workout and nutrition programs. They provide the knowledge and the means to realize these expectations, step by step. They take the guess work out of fitness, tailoring your program to your specific goals and unique needs/concerns while providing the knowledge, support, and guidance necessary to realize success – day in and day out.
Enable you to pursue fitness any time and anywhere. Coaches understand that we all lead busy lives. Thus, they provide the support and tools necessary for you to integrate fitness and healthy choices within your daily “routine.” Your coaches are always just a message away – and while you are still responsible for you, coaches empower the members of their community to take an active role in their own transformations by requiring active engagement, accountability, and above all, positivity.
If you are looking for something that works, if you are ready to take the next step forward and commit to a healthy life and lifestyle…
You aren’t looking for a gym membership, spin class, or the next diet craze. You are looking for a coach.
Ready to take the next step? Click here to make me your coach.
Pregnancy – there were too many words and then, too few. My language, desires, passions, along with my energy, were swallowed into a growing chasm of possibility – a darkness bathed in the light of a dozen competing dreams and ambitions, of what ifs and maybes, a growing lump of futures and pasts, a million different stories with a million different endings, written in the flesh of my expanding body.
I had been an athlete, riddled with muscles and scars. I had been too hard for the possibilities of my child and our future, and so, my body shifted and pressed outward until those hard places collapsed into jelly. I became soft and pliable. Every inch of me shifted, like water, and my skin bubbled out into radiant balloons and clouds, dreaming just beyond the horizon of my son, his future, our family, our future – my story told in the third person, by me but for someone else.
I was a walking, talking embodiment of every duality and hypocrisy: simultaneously strong, then weak, empowered and powerless. The world moved forward with and because of me…and regardless of me and what I thought I wanted, nature would, at some point, take over.
In birth, there is a death: the woman you were before fades and the mother you will become follows your child out into the world. You take your first breath together.
As an athlete and as a poet, I had always been focused on questions of the body. From how it worked (and how far it could take my extreme desires and goals) to the stories it told and transcribed; from mountain descents in spring to my graduate dissertation and several largely un-read books of poetry.
Thus, my pregnancy created another opportunity, not only for me to reflect on my body, but for others to share in its struggles, triumphs, and transformations. Pregnancy was my first realization that my body, built by and for me, was not solely mine. It was of me, but it did not belong only to me. It was a part of some greater dance, of some larger purpose and reality, of the wilderness without and the communities I built against that wilderness.
Thus, for nine months, we discussed how motherhood transforms your life and career; we also discuss, at great lengths, the various troubles and awkward situations that pregnancy itself creates – from morning sickness and swollen feet, to weight gain and back pain. And while there was discussion of getting my “pre baby body” back, of the bike and ski trips that would follow, of my silly claims that I would be back in the saddle (literally) in just a few short weeks – no one mentioned the obvious: that person and that body were gone, replaced instead with the mother I became the instant my son entered the world and landed, like a bird, onto my chest.
Perhaps this is what so many fitness professionals, well meaning grandmothers, and ill advised athletic trainers misunderstand when it comes to motherhood and the postpartum period…
After a day of pre-labor, two hours of the universe repeatedly breaking my pelvis awhile squeezing my stomach with barbed wire, and a dramatically quick series of pushes, my son was being weighed and cleaned while I was stepping out of the tub and back into some new world. Naked, in a maze of midwives, grandma’s, and soft baby voices, I looked in the mirror.
From the outside, it wasn’t pretty. I was caked in sweat and fluids, my hair was a nest of anxiety and humidity, my breasts swollen from the sudden rush of motherhood, my body exhausted and strained. And yet, standing there, I took my hands and passed them over my stomach. I pressed it in to my spine, feeling the sensation of empty air and taking in with that sensation, my new body. I was light, free, filled with an impossible confidence and irresponsible satisfaction. Appreciative, perhaps. Liberated and new.
My world had changed; so had I. And my body had shifted along with it, emerging from the dark pain of labor with a new strength and thus, a new form.
There was no getting my pre-baby body back. That person, that body, that story was over. Something new had emerged in its place. And discovering that body, living in it, learning to love it, occupying it? THAT was what my fitness journey was and became.
Not losing weight.
Not regaining my figure.
Not jumping back into racing or mountain adventures.
But, instead, resting, regaining strength, discovering this new body in all its forms, and learning to adore and appreciate its unique beauty and possibilities.
There were frustrations, of course. Fears. Sadness. The sleep deprivation, anxiety, uncertainty, and of course, the pain of my recovery. There was also my inability to let go of who I was. I loved her, of course – that gypsy of a woman. I mourned her. I had spent 32 years building and defining who I was (and the body that encapsulated and expressed her). The thought of rebuilding seemed impossible.
And yet, piece by piece, day by day, choice by choice, the painful, boring, and sometimes exhilarating process of rediscovery and re-imagination took hold.
Perhaps that is what my journey as a coach, a mother, was; perhaps that is my love letter to my post-baby body and the insight I bring to the new mamas who join me. I was someone; I became someone else. And my body, my brilliant, flawed, captivating, compelling physical form, still soft and pliable, shifted and slowly empowered me to become that someone new –