How is it already November?

With the holidays quickly approaching, our predictable routines are bound to be disrupted. I love this time of year for all the reasons that it's also challenging - parties with friends and family, excessive food and alcohol, lazy days where workouts just don't seem to fit in. While it's important to enjoy the holidays and cherish the extra time with our loved ones, it's just as important to remain committed to our healthy habits. If exercise is prioritized, the evening get-togethers are that much more enjoyable. And I plan on attending as many as I'm invited to!

I'm especially looking forward to this holiday season because we'll be able to celebrate in the comfort of our new home. The last couple of months have been hectic and, as a result, my blog has suffered neglect. But now that all the boxes are unpacked and the paintings hung, I'm finally in a position to dedicate more time to writing and to my business. And as a new valley resident, I'm eager to expand my client base. With Thanksgiving around the corner, it's a great occasion to begin an exercise routine. We all know the facts - exercise is no only good for the body and the mind, it also fights chronic disease, promotes better sleep, and just makes you feel good. I'll definitely need to be reminded of these benefits occasionally over the next two months during all the festive cheer, and I'd love the opportunity to remind some others as well. Feel free to contact me via email if you or anyone you know may be interested in working with a personal trainer. I offer specials on 5 and 8 session packages for the months of November and December. It also makes a great gift for loved ones who could use a little extra motivation. And, let's be honest, we could all use some around Christmas!

Where there's a will, there's a way

Two of my clients ran their first 10K race on Sunday, and I was lucky enough to join them. When we started training together almost six months ago, they were very much beginning runners with a lot of natural ability but definitely untrained muscles. For the cardio portion of our sessions, they started by jogging for two minutes followed by one minute of walking. Each week the jogging intervals increased and the walking intervals decreased until they could both run consistently for thirty minutes. Watching their progress was gratifying but I knew they needed a goal, so I suggested signing up for a 10K. I'm the type of person who always performs better if I have something to aim for, and I was hoping an event would keep them focused and motivated as well. I quickly learned that motivation was not lacking in either of these ladies. Since I've been working with them they have never missed a session unless out of town. They also complete two additional outlined workouts sent by me each week without complaint. They are committed to becoming healthier and, as a result, they've lost weight, increased muscle mass and, in meantime, become runners. I learn from the people I teach, and their dedication has been a great example for me.

I've mentioned before how fortunate I feel to work with such wonderful clients. These two particular women have become much more than that - I consider them friends. I should have known that when I became a personal trainer, I would inevitably become invested not only in the health and well-being of those in which I work, but also in the relationships created. The 10K on Sunday was a great success for many reasons, but I'll always treasure it because it was an accomplishment two friends set out to achieve and I had the pleasure of helping them realize it. Just another reason I love my job.

Valley bound

As the summer comes to a close, so does our life in the Pacific Palisades. We recently entered escrow on a home in Studio City and while I'll definitely be sad to leave the ocean breeze and very close friends behind, I'm extremely excited about our new adventure. Obviously our friends (and the ocean breeze for that matter) won't be gone, they'll just be 30 minutes away instead of 5. We've been on a long journey through plenty of different homes and locations in order to find the place we really want to settle, and now that we're almost there, I feel anxious about all the physical obstacles we need to surmount in the next 30 days (inspection, appraisal, packing), but very confident in our decision to move to the valley.

With any move comes challenges: new schools, new commutes, new local doctors, babysitters, dentists. But with this specific move also comes an opportunity to really establish roots and start a new chapter in our lives. This is a house where we can watch our young family grow. I can already imagine looking out the window and seeing the kids playing in the yard and swimming in the pool. We're excited at the thought of teaching them how to ride bikes on the flat, shaded street. Although I have zero skill in decorating, I'm determined to really put my own personal stamp on this house by slowly furnishing it in a way that makes me proud. There are common milestones we all share, and owning a home is high on the list. As this becomes a reality, the blessing is definitely not lost on us.

Today while the inspection occurred, I took some time to drive around the area a little more and look at the coffee shops, restaurants, parks, and boutiques. I've always had a restless gene, and before getting married I had a hard time lasting in one place for more than a couple of years. So, exploring new neighborhoods and being out of my element appeals to me more than most people I know. I love discovering what will become my new regular coffee shop, or the Friday night happy hour spot. My long weekend runs become even more appealing when I'm in unfamiliar territory - untraveled paths in every direction means there's hours of sightseeing ahead. The newness of an area intrigues me. But moving with a family is obviously much different than moving alone. Now I have the responsibility of creating a happy life for my children. I don't have the ability to pack up easily and relocate if I don't like my surroundings. I also have to think of my work and the clients I've established in the Palisades and Santa Monica. I've been so fortunate to meet such great people, and working with them isn't like working at all - it's like spending time with friends. My move doesn't mean that their needs matter any less; it just means my schedule can't be quite as spontaneous as it has been.

My family worries that I'll miss the conveniences of the westside more than I'm anticipating. I know that the heat of the valley will take some adjusting to, and the traffic on the 101 freeway will mean more DVD time for the kids in the car, but distance and heat aside, I think we're really going to settle in nicely to our sweet home. At the end of the day, life is really about the kids right now, and as long as they're healthy and have a roof over their heads, the rest doesn't really matter. We already have everything we need, and getting this particular home really is the icing on the cake. And we're all looking forward to enjoying the icing.

Perspective

I dropped Madeleine at camp yesterday and as I was making my way back across the parking lot to the car, I ran into another little girl from her class with her mother. This particular mom is naturally beautiful - tall, lean, bright eyes. But yesterday she looked even better, wearing a knee length pencil skirt, simple fitted shirt, and a fedora. I had to tell her how great she looked and especially how much I admired her for pulling off the white fedora. She laughed easily and said she was dressed for work, and since almost all of her hair was gone, she had no choice but to wear a hat. I was caught off guard because I had no idea she was sick. She didn't go into details, just briefly explained that she had lung cancer that had spread to her brain. She had had surgery, was undergoing chemo again, and had just returned to work after a long hiatus.

I'm usually not at a loss for words, and although I kept talking, I know the sentences that followed her admission weren't very articulate. It was like I was hearing myself speak from outside of my body, with no control over my word choice. After we parted, I kept replaying what I said - something along the lines of, "Well... you look amazing" and "I'm so sorry...". She was so gracious and obviously saw that I meant well, but I really wish I could go back in time and better express myself. Even now, I still have trouble finding the right words (if there is such a thing). I don't know this woman well, so I wouldn't want to offend her by assuming I know more than I do about her situation. But I feel naturally connected to her because we're both mothers, similar in age. That may be where the commonalities end, but that's still enough to make her struggles very real for me.

I'm in awe of anyone fighting cancer. Having witnessed my mother's battle, I know how mentally and physically debilitating it is. When I think of this young woman having to fight an illness while raising a young child, it puts all my trivial woes in perspective. I realize that we're all faced with our own challenges in life, and even if those challenges aren't as grave as cancer, they're still significant. I'm not making light of my own obstacles, but I do see the pettiness in some of my daily stresses when compared with the load this woman carries.

Life is precious and I feel disappointed in myself when it takes someone else's adversity to make me see that. If I were faced with a similar fate, I don't think I could exude the same warmth, strength, and confidence that she does. Our brief encounter impacted me greatly, and although I only know a small piece of her story, it was enough to make me see things a bit clearer. At least clear enough to recognize how little I have in which to complain.

Dinner is served, and it's: Lemon-Basil Chicken

I've been a bit lazy in the kitchen these past few weeks, mostly because of traveling and also the 4th of July holiday. I did manage to try a couple of new recipes and this one was a definite hit. It's so easy and surprisingly tasty, and it's healthy -- all qualifying characteristics to make it a regular in our weekly menu rotation.

Here's what you need:

2 chicken breasts
1 tbsp Dijon mustard
1 tsp coriander (or 1 tbsp fresh cilantro)
2 tbsp fresh lemon juice
1 tbsp olive oil

Dressing:
2 tbsp olive oil
3 tbsp fresh lemon juice
2 tbsp fresh basil (approx. 3-4 large leaves chopped)
salt & pepper

1/2 cup quinoa *

Here's what you do:

In a small bowl, whisk together olive oil, mustard, lemon juice and coriander. Place chicken breasts into zip-lock bag or glass dish, pour in mustard/lemon marinate and leave in the refrigerator for as long as possible (you can even make this in the morning and leave all day). Heat grill pan over medium-high heat, spray with non-stick cooking spray, and add chicken breasts. Discard mustard marinate. Cook on each side for approximately 5 minutes.

While chicken is cooking, make lemon-basil dressing. Combine olive oil, lemon juice, and basil in small bowl. Whisk together and then add salt and pepper to taste. Remove chicken from grill pan and let rest for 5 minutes.

Cook quinoa according to package (usually takes about 15-20 minutes, so start before chicken). Also, feel free to use another starch such a wild rice. Place quinoa in the middle of plate, sliced chicken breast on top, and drizzle lemon-basil dressing generously over both. Serve! This is delicious with steamed asparagus, but would also be good with sauteed spinach (perhaps in between quinoa and chicken).

Hope you enjoy!

Every little step

A close friend called to tell me that he isn't happy with the way he feels and the way he looks. His diet is horrible, he isn't exercising, and it's daunting to think of where to begin to start improving. We all know what it feels like to be unsatisfied with ourselves, and the only way to tackle these insecurities is by facing them head-on. We possess the power to change. Of course, that's easier said than done. A big part of changing is making the decision to do it. Once the decision has been made, action is required. But in order to act, there must be a plan in place. It's impossible to succeed unless we know the steps we need to take to achieve our goal.

When it comes to weight loss, there are numerous approaches -- low-carb diets, low-fat diets, high protein diets, cleansing diets, raw food diets. The list is long. In reality, there is only one equation to remember: burn more than you consume. If you expend more than you intake, you'll lose weight. That leads to an obvious question: "How much do I consume?". The best way to find out is by keeping a food journal. Record every meal, drink, snack, morsel, and sip that enters your mouth and then after one week evaluate your diet. I realize that calculating calories, fat grams, protein, and carbs isn't an easy task, but there are plenty of guides and simple calculation tools online. (I'm also happy to help!). Yes, this will take some effort and time, but once you have a clear understanding of what you're putting into your body, it will be easier to see where the problem areas are and what needs attention.

I told my friend that I don't believe in making drastic changes and I said this because most of our habits are developed over long periods of time. It's very difficult overnight to completely transform something we're used to doing, and it's also unrealistic. I advocate starting small, but being consistent. Small steps are easier to implement and commit to. An example of a small step would be switching from whole milk or 2% to 1% milk, and eventually drinking non-fat milk. Another example would be starting each morning with breakfast, even if it's just a piece of fruit or whole wheat toast with peanut butter. Focus on one thing and move from there.

The benefit of taking small, calculated steps when trying to change is because when we falter, which will happen occasionally, it's easier to forgive ourselves and move forward. And forgiving ourselves is critical when trying to adjust learned behavior. Becoming healthier requires discipline but it doesn't mean life has to become regimented and restrictive -- quite the opposite. By eating more nutritiously and exercising, our bodies feel better and, therefore, we approach life with a more positive outlook. When you're confident in your skin, anything is possible. That's not to say all of our problems will be solved -- there will always be struggles and we'll always have room to improve. But I believe that when we're making our best effort, we can accept the mishaps with greater ease.

As far as my dear friend is concerned, I know he's on the right path because in voicing his discontentment, he's already aware of what needs to change. There's work ahead of him, but with determination and support (which he has from me and many others), he'll be successful. I'll do my best to remind him that the daily small successes need to be recognized and acknowledged, because without the small changes, the large transformation is impossible.

Old friends

On May 19th one of my dearest friends arrived with her 3 year old to stay with us for a week. It was a much anticipated visit, and one that doesn't happen too often. We've been the best of friends since we were roommates in college, and although that was years ago, it doesn't feel like much has changed since then. Erin's son is 2 weeks older than Madeleine, so we knew the two of them would get along swimmingly. And we were right. Within an hour of arriving, I heard Miles exclaim to Madeleine, "You're my best friend EVER!" If only we could all express our emotions so sincerely. From that moment forward, they were inseparable.

Being able to spend extended time with Erin was such a treat. We both realized what benefits commune living has. The children were thrilled to have another grown-up around who had new ideas and different ways of relating. As a (primarily) stay-at-home mom, I loved having an extra set of hands and a built in babysitter when I did have to work. For the most part, we did the same old things that I usually do with my children, but being able to share that with Erin made everything more enjoyable. We couldn't get over seeing our little ones holding hands walking down the street because it seems like just yesterday that we were the young ones, unattached, uninhibited, and still discovering ourselves. What a difference sixteen years makes! I'm happy to say that I still feel very much like that young person, just with more responsibilities and a greater awareness that comes naturally with age. Although I only see Erin once or twice per year, we have the type of friendship that picks up from exactly where it left off. It's rare and beautiful, and something I don't take for granted.

Of course, I'd be lying if I said the house didn't feel cramped after almost a week. I would never describe myself as a clean-freak, but I found myself mopping and sweeping much more often than I normally do. I'm sure Erin also could have used an hour (or five) to herself in peace and quiet, as I know her solitary time is a daily necessity. My kids don't allow for that, but her son amazingly can play on his own for an hour or more while she decompresses. Not much of that happened here. Overall, we laughed, we played, we reminisced, we cooked; we reinforced a bond that is deeper than I can articulate.

Madeleine has said multiple times per day that she misses her friend, Miles. She's experiencing a feeling that isn't common to her yet, but as adults we're more than used to saying goodbye to people we love. Just because we're accustomed to it doesn't make it easier. I have many cousins and friends spread throughout the states, Canada, and Europe and I wish I could see them all more often. But my friendship with Erin is a great example of how enduring a connection between two people can be. And that's worth suffering through an eternity of goodbyes for.

Dinner is served, and it's: Turkey Lasagna

I could eat pasta most nights of the week, and so could my husband and kids. The trick is coming up with variety and healthier versions of classic recipes. Lasagna is great because it feeds an entire family and usually leaves leftovers. Also, it's possible to create a well-balanced meal by adding vegetables, whole grains, and lean protein. My take on lasagna is a combination of multiple recipes. Here's what you'll need:


Whole Wheat lasagna noodles (approximately 6)
1 container of low-fat ricotta cheese (15 oz)
1/2 cup of Parmesan cheese
1/2 cup 2% mozzarella cheese
1/2 cup part-skim mozzarella cheese
1 egg
1 jar tomato sauce (I like Trader Joe's Roasted Garlic Marinara)
1 lb of Jenny-O Lean seasoned turkey meat
3 8oz cans stewed tomatoes
2 cups baby spinach
1 tbsp dried basil


Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Cook lasagna noodles according to package and then place in cold water (to avoid sticking). Meanwhile, in large sauce pan, cook turkey meat until completely done. Drain excess fat. Add 1 jar of tomato sauce and 1 can of stewed tomatoes to turkey. Stir and leave on simmer.


Lightly whisk egg in medium bowl and stir in ricotta cheese, Parmesan, and dried basil. Set aside. Spray 13x9 inch baking dish with cooking spray and then spread turkey sauce on bottom (about 3/4 cup). Layer 3 noodles over the sauce. Spread remaining sauce over noodles (there should be a lot), and then 2/3 cup ricotta mixture on sauce. Place spinach leaves on ricotta and then top with 1/2 cup of mozzarella cheeses (mix the 2% with the part-skim). Add 3 more noodles, and top with 2 cans of stewed tomatoes (drain some of the juice before pouring on noodles). Spoon rest of ricotta mix on top of tomatoes, and sprinkle remaining mozzarella over ricotta. Spray foil with nonstick spray, cover lasagna, and bake for 45 minutes. Remove foil and bake uncovered for another 10 minutes. Let stand for 10-15 minutes before serving.


As you can see, I don't add many layers to my lasagna. I rather have a meaty middle layer surrounded by cheese and noodles. But that's just my preference -- feel free to change it up. I cut the fat by using reduced-fat cheeses and lean meat, and added fiber with the whole wheat noodles. By throwing in spinach, there's a serving of vegetables without even really tasting it. Serve with a green salad to really balance out the meal.


Enjoy!

No shortcuts

I have a client who is extremely hard-working and determined in most aspects of her life. She's kind and generous in her relationships, and disciplined in her work ethic. But when it comes to losing weight, like many others, she wants a quick fix. She's tried every diet fad imaginable and, as a last and reluctant resort, she came to me. I've been with her for many months now and she not only visibly looks healthier, she also feels better. But she has a goal weight in mind and until she sees that number on the scale, she won't be satisfied. If I've learned anything so far in my life, it's that anything worth succeeded at takes time and effort. There isn't an easy way out. As much as I'd like to cut corners occasionally, I know that when I do skip workouts or eat in a way that makes me feel lethargic and unproductive, I'm the only one who loses. If I want to run a marathon, I have to train for it -- there's no way around that. If someone wants to lose weight, there's work involved, no excuses. Exercise has to be in the equation for anyone that's looking for long-term health benefits. The scale dictates progress, but it doesn't validate the daily efforts that go along with committing to an exercise routine. While shortcuts can occasionally get us to our destinations quicker, a shortcut is also defined as "a method of doing something more directly and often not as thoroughly as by ordinary means". Sometimes life calls for an alternative approach, but when it comes to getting our bodies to their healthiest states, the only real way to achieve success is by continually challenging the body through exercise, and eating a balanced diet. This takes dedication and focus and, without a doubt, plenty of hard work. It isn't easy but the pay off literally equals years added to our lives. And in my opinion, that's worth working for.

Dinner is served, and it's: Spinach and Asparagus Pasta (with bacon!)

This pasta recipe is sure to satisfy most guys, because most guys I know love bacon. The good news is that while bacon does play a role in this meal, it doesn't play a big enough one to make it unhealthy. A little bacon flavor goes a long way! I got this recipe online at myrecipes.com, which is a site I usually access through CookingLight.com (my go-to for healthy cooking). It's easy and tasty. Here's what you need:

1-2 strips bacon
2 garlic cloves
1/2 medium shallot
3/4 cup low-sodium chicken broth
fresh asparagus (approximately 8 spears)
1/2 bag fresh baby spinach
whole wheat penne pasta
1/4 cup shredded Parmesan

Here's what you do:

Boil water and cook pasta according to package. Heat heavy iron saute pan and cook bacon until crisp. Remove bacon from pan and reserve 2 tbsp of bacon drippings. Coarsely chop bacon and set aside. Chop onion and garlic and saute on low heat in bacon drippings for 3 minutes, stirring constantly. Pour chicken broth into pan and bring to a boil. Add asparagus (I cut them into 1 inch pieces). Let broth reduce for about 10 minutes, stirring occasionally. Drain pasta and add to saute pan along with spinach. Turn off heat. Mix pasta, chicken broth sauce, and spinach together thoroughly and stir for 2 minutes, until spinach begins wilting. Divide into 2 dishes and top with fresh Parmesan and crumbled bacon. That's all there is to it!

*Note: Be sure to use low-sodium chicken broth because when the broth reduces, the salt comes out. If you don't use low-sodium broth, the dish can taste too salty.

Also, this dish can be made without bacon altogether, just use olive oil as a replacement.

Bon Appetit!

My Mom

Yesterday I bought a Mother's Day card for my mom. As Sunday approaches, I find myself thinking a lot about my mom and what I've learned from her, and continue to learn from her. When I was growing up, I definitely didn't see her for who she truly is -- I'm not sure if children have the ability to see their mothers as real people. She really never sat down when were were young. She was a nurse for forty years, and in our early school years she worked the night shifts so she could be there to pick us up and spend time with us in the afternoons. There was a home-cooked meal on the table every night, unless she was ill, and I have no memory of my mom ever being sick when I was a kid. She also took great pride in our house -- the kitchen was never left with dishes in the sink, the bathrooms were scrubbed clean, the beds always made first thing in the morning. I remember her packing our lunches each night, folding never-ending piles of laundry, and even doing my older brother's paper-route for him when he wasn't able. I rarely recollect my mother relaxing.

During the teenage years, we battled. Like her, I was headstrong and determined. If I set my mind to do something, I did it (and I didn't always set my mind to do positive things at that age). I didn't realize that she had passed along such a powerful trait until much later in life. We made it through my teens but with a lot of arguing and plenty of standoffs. When I went away to college, I finally had a chance to see my mother in a different light. As I became more independent and more mature, I began to identify more with her. Living out of the house meant living away from the rules and high standards I associated with my mother. I was finally free to make my own decisions and, inevitably, I didn't always make the right ones. As a result, our conversations started to take a turn. I confided in her when I fell in love or was heartbroken. I asked her advice when I had troubles in my friendships. The older I got, the more I respected her opinion and sought her approval.

I believe I only fully saw who my mother really was when I became a mother. I can understand now why she wanted to protect me and guard me from all the evils of the world. The petty arguments, which seemed so monumental at the time, were sparked from fear and worry. I look at my mom today and see how much she has accomplished in sixty-five years and I can't help but be awe-stricken. When she was diagnosed with breast cancer almost two years ago, she didn't slow down or wallow in self-pity. It isn't who she is. I imagine a mastectomy can really take a toll on a woman's self-esteem, but my mom always kept a positive attitude and never let cancer control her outlook. She scheduled chemo for Thursdays so she could get through the worst of it during the weekends and be back at work on Mondays. I never once saw her still lounging in her pajamas at noon. Everyday she took great pride in her appearance, as usual. She put her makeup on, and curled her hair. And when she lost her hair, she took the same pride in styling the wigs she wore. When her clothes became too big, she bought new ones that made her feel confident.

Those who know my mom know that she gives without a thought of receiving; she is the epitome of selfless. She takes care of everyone around her -- almost to a fault -- and gives extra special attention to my father, the love of her life.

On Saturday I will be joining my mother in the Revlon Walk for Women, which raises funds to fight women's cancers. I'm always proud of her, but I'm especially proud at this moment in life because of all she has achieved and all that I know she has left to achieve. I'm lucky to take after her in many ways, especially when it comes to our mutual drive. I hope that I can look back at sixty-five and say that I've used that trait to service others the way my mother has.

Happy Mother's Day, Mom.

Dinner is served, and it's: Shrimp Ceviche Tacos

This recipe is an oldy but goody. I tend to forget about it during the colder months and then put it back in the weekly menu rotation towards summer. These tacos are very healthy and low in calories, so feel free to eat 2 or 3. They're even lighter if you omit the avocado, but who wants to do that? Most ingredients (besides lump crab meat) can be bought at Trader Joe's, or any other local grocer.

Here's what you need:

Corn tortillas
1/2 lb shrimp
1/8 lb lump crab meat
5 limes
1 bunch cilantro
1 red onion
1/2 avocado
1 medium tomato

1 can black beans
1 can sweet corn
1 tsp olive oil
salt and pepper

First we'll make the black bean and corn salad that I like to serve with these tacos. I make this ahead of time because the lime juice really tastes great in this dish once it's had a chance to sit for an hour in the refrigerator. Drain black beans and corn and pour into medium sized bowl. Add 2 tbsp of fresh chopped cilantro, 1/4 cup chopped red onion, the juice of two medium sized limes, and 1 tsp of olive oil. Season with salt and pepper to liking. Toss well and put in the fridge while making tacos.

Rinse shrimp and remove tails (if applicable), cut into small pieces and pour into medium sized bowl. Chop 1/4 cup of cilantro and 1/4 cup red onion and mix with shrimp. Add lump crab meat, 1/2 cubed avocado, and chopped tomato to the bowl. Squeeze remaining two limes over shrimp mix and stir well. Add one more lime if necessary (I personally think the limier the better!). Let ceviche sit in the fridge for 30 minutes (or as long as you can wait).

Before eating, heat corn tortillas according to package in the microwave. Serve 3 heaping spoonfuls of ceviche in tortillas alongside bean salad. Enjoy!

Soccer Star

Madeleine recently started playing soccer for the YMCA, and last weekend we went to her second game (we missed the first one because we were in Napa). I felt like I entered another phase of parenting -- one I didn't realize would be such a milestone. Attending her game was a lot of fun and, I hope, the beginning of many more Saturday morning sporting events. I went for a long run that morning and got home just in time to get Madeleine dressed in her (very large) uniform. Keith and I loaded the kids up in the double stroller and walked a few blocks to the field where the game was scheduled. The kids had a 30 minute practice before the whistle blew, and we watched as Madeleine took turns kicking the soccer ball into the goal. Like everything she does, she was cautious and precise -- no big, animated kicks, just controlled dribbling of the ball, right up to the net and then a gentle, direct kick into the goal. I realized that she'll play sports the way she lives life -- with reserved enthusiasm. I, on the other hand, was not reserved at all and found myself cheering and yelling loudly (in true form). Just when her little legs made it to one end of the field, the ball would inevitably be kicked back to the other end, and at one point she stopped and said, "I'm so sleepy!". Keith and I had to laugh.

The game was a blast. We met other parents, some as enthusiastic as us, and I felt bonded with these people instantly because watching your child's introduction to a team sport is a unique experience. I think I learned a lot of life lessons when I was a kid by playing sports, and I'm amazed that my daughter is already at that age. Her first lesson was a kick in the face. Literally. Towards the end of the game, Madeleine fell and while on the ground she accidentally got a cleat to the face. Almost a rite of passage when playing an aggressive team sport. It was a combination of pain and humiliation that made her cry, and I as held her and comforted her, I told her a story of a time when I got hurt playing soccer; I fell and someone stepped on my hand while running past me. I said that after I cried for a minute, I got back up and continued playing the game. I have to admit, it was a white lie, but I wanted her to understand that she'll probably get hurt occasionally and that shouldn't deter her from ever getting back on her feet.

As we quickly approach this Saturday's game, I look forward to seeing her out there again. I'm aware of the fact that she may decide she doesn't like soccer, and of course that would be fine with me, but in the meantime I'll enjoy this process of watching her uncover her talents.

Dinner is served, and it's: Lemon Peppercorn Talapia

Based on my previous recipe postings, it's easy to see that I like fish. But I do know quite a few people that don't like it -- or, don't think they like it. I say, try it again and start with a fish like talapia. It's mild tasting, easy to make, and very healthy. The following recipe is popular in my house, but you do need to like peppercorns in order to enjoy it.

Here's what you need:

3/4 lbs talapia fillets
1 lemon
3/4 cup of chicken broth
1 tsp green peppercorns
2 tbsp flour
1 tbsp butter (I buy Earth Balance)
1 tsp olive oil

whole grain rice/quinoa/couscous - your favorite grain
asparagus

All of these items besides the peppercorns are available at Trader Joe's.

Here's what to do:

First, begin by making your rice or quinoa, because the fish doesn't take long to cook. When your grain has about 10 minutes left to cook, heat oil in a medium pan. Lightly flour both sides of fish and saute in the pan for 2 minutes on each side. Remove the fish from heat and keep covered. Pour chicken broth into the pan and squeeze in fresh lemon juice. With the back of a large chopping knife, crush peppercorns (as much as possible, they're thick!), and add peppercorns to the broth. Bring broth to boil and let it reduce for 5 minutes, stirring occasionally. Turn to simmer and whisk in tbsp of butter. Place fillets back in the broth for 2-3 minutes, to heat through.


Steam asparagus in a shallow glass dish in the microwave with 1 tbsp of water for 2 minutes, covered with saran wrap.


Serve fish with grain and vegetable, and pour lemon, peppercorn broth over talapia and grain -- it's delicious.


Bon Appetit!

Home, sweet home

Just like that, I'm back to reality. Our 3 days in Napa was everything we thought it would be and more. The weather was perfect, the house was beautiful, the wine delicious, and the company, lovely. Being away allowed me to physically and mentally remove myself from the daily demands of motherhood and working (though, for the most part, work is pleasure). I was able to see Keith through different eyes -- the eyes of my younger, carefree self -- and while fatherhood definitely accentuates the best in him, it was nice to rediscover the other qualities that originally made him so attractive to me.

Husband aside, it was refreshing to be with my friends in an environment that wasn't interrupted by children. While our kids were never far from our minds, they didn't take precedence, and we could give each other the attention we all deserved. I walked away from this trip feeling more balanced, more blessed, more prepared for life. I feel stronger in my relationships and therefore, more able to approach today with a zeal that isn't always there. My children also have a mom that's more relaxed and better able to attend to their every whims. I've kissed my children's lips more in the last two days than I have in awhile -- and that's saying a lot considering how much affection they get. Distance makes the heart grow fonder, and with children that's true to another degree.

So I guess it's fair to say that while I'm sorry the trip is over, its benefits are lasting. I'd love to be lying poolside, with a book and glass of wine, but then I'd be missing all the other things that make my life so rich. For now, remembering the feelings I had in Napa is enough. At least, until next year.

Bon Voyage!

For the last two days I've woken up much earlier than my children because I'm too excited to sleep. Tomorrow at noon, Keith and I leave to Napa for 3 days and 3 nights. This is a trip we did last May with a group of friends, and it was so relaxing and so fun, that we decided to make it an annual event. Personally, I can't think of a better way to spend a vacation -- delicious wine, savory food, spa treatments and, best of all, wonderful company to share it all with. We're staying in a beautiful house in Healdsburg that's surrounded by vineyards and total silence. There's an infinity pool and plenty of room for us to lie around, be lazy, and live a little bit like we did before children arrived. Of course, as mothers, we can never totally detach ourselves and there will be constant chatter about preschools, tantrums, eating habits, and plenty of periodic check-in phone calls to make sure the kids are sleeping and eating well. But, overall, it's as much of an escape as we can allow ourselves at this phase of our lives.

Besides the aforementioned reasons, the other huge benefit of going away is reconnecting with my husband. I think we have a great relationship but it's overrun by children and work, and there is little time left for us to be a couple. A vacation strips away the everyday stresses and allows us to focus on each other again. It's refreshing, and necessary. I recently read a statistic that said couples who vacation at least once per year together are happier. It didn't say whether happy couples vacation more or vacations resulted in happier couples, but either one works. I want to continue being a part of that statistic.

My in-laws arrived from the Midwest yesterday and they'll be with us for the next 10 days. It's so wonderful to see how much my children light up when they're around. Having them here eliminates any concern I could have about Madeleine and Owen's well-being while we're away. Knowing that makes this escape even more enticing. Hopefully I'll be able to get some sleep tonight, but I wouldn't be surprised if I'm up again at the crack of dawn, excitement rumbling in my stomach. On Sunday, I know I'll be just as eager to come home to kiss my kids and get back to the life I'm anxious to take a break from. But I guess that's why vacations are so important -- they allow us to see our lives from another perspective. In my case, a perspective that will be slightly skewed by wine, but that will only make me more enamored of a life I already treasure.

Dinner is served, and it's: Dijon Crusted Salmon

I made this delicious, super fast recipe for the first time two nights ago, and it was a hit. It was sent to me by a friend, Lori, and I'll definitely be making it again. As you know, I try to make quick and healthy meals usually with ingredients I can buy from Trader Joe's. This recipe calls for planko, Japanese breadcrumbs, but can be replaced with regular breadcrumbs if you don't want to have to go to another grocer (planko isn't sold at TJ's).

Here are the simple and few items you'll need:

2 BBQ cut salmon fillets
coarse ground Dijon mustard
planko breadcrumbs
non-stick cooking spray

long grain rice
spinach
1 tsp olive oil

Preheat the oven to 450 degrees. Cook rice according to package (usually takes about 25 minutes). Pat dry salmon fillets and then coat them with mustard. Press planko crumbs into each fillets (top and sides). Spray cookie sheet with non-stick cooking spray and cook salmon, skin-side down, for 15 minutes or until fish flakes easily with a fork. Be careful not to overcook. While fish is in the oven, heat oil on a saute pan. Add spinach and saute for 5 minutes, stirring constantly.

Remove skin from salmon and place on bed of spinach. Serve with rice and enjoy. As it easy as it gets!!

Downtime

I have a hard time sitting down. Don't get me wrong, I love T.V. and I love reading, but I always feel like there's something else I should be doing when I'm engaged in either of those things. Right now is a perfect example -- I worked this morning, raced home to pick up Madeleine for preschool, and then rushed back in the door to put Owen down for his nap. The kids were with their beloved babysitter this morning and the house shows it -- toys everywhere! I cleaned the downstairs bedrooms, put on a pot of coffee, and jumped on the computer. The couch looks so appealing and I could use a few minutes of mindless distraction, but while the sun is shining I have a problem indulging in leisure activity (and lying on the couch watching morning television is considered leisure in my book). I'm obviously not unique in my obsession to keep busy -- I realize that many people have a hard time relaxing, too. There are others, my husband for example, who can do what needs to be done and not worry about the rest of it, especially if it's going to impede on any scheduled relaxation-time. I remember quietly seething a couple of weeks ago over his ability to watch sports on a Saturday afternoon while I raced around emptying groceries and trash cans, and picking up what seemed like a thousand toys. The kitchen needed to be swept and mopped, laundry needed to be folded. These were all urgent to me. I was part angry that he didn't see the significance in completing these tasks and part incredulous that he could happily focus on T.V. while all the other "priorities" fell to the wayside.

I'm lucky to be married to someone that is similar to me in ways that matter (common interests and beliefs, general outlook on life), but different in ways that give us balance. If I was married to someone who couldn't stop to smell the roses, we'd never slow down to enjoy the daily pleasures of life. I have to work at being more present and stop myself from constantly thinking of the next thing on the list. I need to allow myself to lie on the couch more and sink into a book. These things are just as important as daily exercise and good nutrition because it gives the brain a much needed break. My husband falls asleep within 2 minutes at night because he knows when to work and when to play; he knows how to turn-off the chatter in his head (another ability of which I'm in awe). While he may not see the necessity of always having a crumb-free kitchen floor, he does appreciate cleanliness and order -- just not in place of well-deserved leisure.

As a multi-tasking mom of two toddlers, organization is a must. Life runs much more smoothly if the kids take their daily naps, eat well-balanced meals, and have time to play outdoors in the fresh air. These are all things I must fit into each day in order to maintain their happiness and mine. But I also need to show them that along with schedules, there needs to be spontaneity. Sometimes it's okay to skip naps or push back bedtimes, just like it's okay to leave laundry unfolded and dirty dishes in the sink. Definitely an important lesson worth learning.

I'll add it to my to-do list.

Dinner is served, and it's: Rotisserie Chicken, Black Bean Salad

Occasionally on Sunday nights (when I'm feeling lazy) and on warm summer days, I love to make this salad. It's hearty and healthy. The main ingredient is rotisserie chicken, which you can buy at just about any grocer. I usually buy the lemon-herb seasoned chicken, but it doesn't really matter which one you choose. As you'll see, there isn't much cooking involved with this recipe -- more like tossing, and you're done!

Here's what you'll need:

1 rotisserie chicken
2 tbsp cilantro, coarsely chopped
1 tsp cumin
1/2 tsp chili powder
1/2 - 3/4 cup light sour cream
2 medium size limes
romaine lettuce
4 oz can sweet corn
8 oz can of black beans
2 medium tomatoes
1 half avocado (optional)

First, pull the breast meat off of the rotisserie chicken and shred by hand (or you can dice it), and put into a bowl. To make the dressing, combine sour cream, cumin, chili powder, and cilantro. Squeeze in fresh lime juice and stir until everything is well mixed. You can taste the dressing after one lime and decide it you want another. I find it's a little zestier with two.

In a large salad bowl toss romaine with a couple tbsp of dressing. The lettuce stays a bit dry if the dressing is added after all of the veggies, so I like to coat it slightly before throwing in the rest. Drain corn and black beans and then add to romaine with diced tomatoes, diced avocado, and chicken. Generously pour sour cream dressing over salad and toss. That's all there is to it! Serve with warm whole grain bread. (The dressing is great for dipping).

Hope you enjoy.

Spring Fever

I don't know about anyone else, but this weather makes me want to be outside doing something active all day long. Over the weekend we attempted to take the kids on a hike and picnic at Will Rogers Park. The hike wasn't a huge success, but my desire to be out in nature, enjoying the sunshine was more than satisfied. After our nature walk (hike is an overstatement), we spread a picnic blanket, ate some lunch, and kicked a soccer ball around for as long as the kids could tolerate it. Overall, a wonderful way to spend a beautiful afternoon.

It's no surprise that people who live in colder, overcast climates are heavier, have higher incidences of depression, and are less active. Less sunlight is proven to bring on "winter blues" in some populations. The few weeks per year that we get bad weather in California definitely impacts me (and I realize that our "bad" weather -- temps below 50 and rain -- doesn't constitute bad weather in most places). It's much easier to come up with an excuse not to workout if it's raining outside. It takes greater effort if one has to bundle up to take a run, or get in the car to drive to the gym, especially when heavy rain or snow is a factor. Of course, plenty of people do live in places with severe winter conditions and are still fully committed to exercising. My brother-in-law lives in the suburbs of Chicago, and competes in one or two Ironman races per year. That means he has to find ways to run, bike, and swim through the coldest months of winter. Obviously he can do his training indoors but, from experience, I know that isn't easy. I had to do one of my long runs on a treadmill while training for the L.A. marathon because it was pouring outside, and that meant 12 miles in a stuffy gym. Those 12 miles felt more like 20, and it's nothing I want to repeat.

The point is, we're spoiled in California. The sun is usually shining, but on days when it's so clear you can see Catalina, and the temperature hovers around 78 degrees, I feel even more energized and lucky to be alive. We got a taste of those days over the weekend, and I know many more are right around the corner. On Sunday I enrolled Madeleine in soccer, and Keith proposed that he and I start taking weekend hikes -- just like we used to when we lived in the Bay Area prior to children. All of this inspired by beautiful sunshine. Weather aside, exercise is still exercise, but it doesn't feel quite as much like work when you're running next to the ocean or riding along it on the bike path. Every place has its perks, and the next coming months really allows me to focus on the biggest one here in California. I won't take it for granted.

Dinner is served, and it's: Couscous with Feta, Chicken Sausage, and Tomatoes

Keith is traveling on business, so I'm only cooking for myself tonight. I'm very much a creature of habit and tend to make the same recipes over and over again -- especially when I just have to think of myself. One of my go-to meals is couscous. I love it because it's healthy, versatile, and extremely easy to prepare. Tonight I'm throwing together a few ingredients I have in the house, but feel free to use other veggies that you have on hand.

Here's what you'll need: (can all be purchased at Trader Joe's)

1/3 cup whole wheat couscous
1 tsp cumin
2 tbsp olive oil
1/2 fresh lemon
1/2 tbsp flat leaf parsley
1/2 chicken sausage - optional (I add it because I like the extra protein, and I love the garlic chicken sausages from Trader Joe's)
1/2 tomato
1/4 medium cucumber
1/4 cup feta cheese

The couscous only takes 5 minutes to cook so before putting it on the stove, dice the tomato and cucumber, and coarsely chop the parsley. In a small bowl, whisk together olive oil, cumin, and fresh lemon juice. Toss in parsley. Boil slightly more than 1/3 cup water (usually couscous/water ratio is even, but I find that a little bit more water keeps the couscous from being too dry). When water is boiling, add couscous, cover and remove from heat. While couscous is cooking, defrost chicken sausage in microwave and cut into thin slices. Pour olive oil, lemon dressing into couscous and mix. Add feta, mix well, and cover again to let cheese warm. After a couple of minutes, throw in the remaining ingredients - tomato, cucumber, chicken sausage. If couscous is dry, I add a tbsp or two of water and turn the heat back on for a few seconds. The cold ingredients tend to cool down the couscous quickly, so eat immediately.

If serving two, I usually cook 1 cup of couscous and that gives extremely healthy portion sizes. You can also use grilled chicken breast in this recipe, or make it completely vegetarian.

Hope you enjoy it!

All is well that ends well

I sit here today sore and tired, but extremely happy to say that the marathon went really well on Sunday. My aching hips and tight hamstrings are a small price to pay for the experience I shared with thousands of others. The morning started off a bit frantically. I got up at 4:40am because it was advised to arrive at Dodger Stadium two hours before the 7:24 start time. Keith and I were on the freeway by 5:30 but two miles outside of the stadium we got stuck in traffic with all of the other cars, shuttles, and buses heading to the starting line. We went about 2 blocks in 45 minutes and then, all of a sudden, it was 6:45. After drinking coffee and more than 24 ounces of water, I was dying to use the bathroom, to say the least. Soon the question became whether or not we'd all get into the stadium before the gun went off. Others obviously shared the same thought because tons of people got out of their cars on the freeway and started walking. Some eager souls jogged. I finally decided to join the crowd when there was a little less than a mile to go. Those that have been to marathons before know about the relaxed bathroom etiquette -- men and women alike were dropping their pants on the side of the freeway to relieve themselves. I was tempted, but I knew the porta-potty's were just inside the parking lot and I could see it a block or so away. What a bad idea that was. I got to Dodger Stadium just before 7am and the lines for the porta-potty's were like nothing I had ever seen at other races. I was ready to burst but instead of scaling the hills around the parking lot like so many others (I thought for sure I'd pee on myself at that angle), I got in line. The energy, even around the toilets, was palpable. The announcer shot the gun for the wheelchair racers to begin and then a few minutes later, a former American Idol contestant sang the national anthem. I was resolved to the fact that I'd just have to start the marathon late because at 7:20 I was still in line with thousands of people for the toilets. Luckily, the organizers decided the horrendous traffic was reason enough to delay the start time to 7:47. I made it to the porta-potty without an accident (an accomplishment in itself considering the amount of fluid I had consumed), and then to the starting line with five minutes to spare. What a relief! While we anxiously awaited our send off, the announcer gave a wonderful pep talk and then played "I love L.A.!" by Randy Newman over and over again. This song is only acceptable, and actually enjoyable, in that environment. The gun went off and we all slowly began to trot towards the starting line. I was so far back that it took me five minutes to cross it, but I got there and the adrenaline was pumping. It was that adrenaline or my less-is-more three-run per week training program that made the following ten miles fly by (more likely a combination of both). The advice of my brother-in-law, Craig, kept ringing in my ears, "The first ten miles are free - don't waste energy on them". He was right. And actually, miles 10-15 were also somewhat free. As I approached mile 17, I kept thinking about the infamous "wall" that many runners hit around that point because of both physical and mental fatigue. But I was fortunate to pass that mile marker on pace and ready to tackle the last few nine.

The course itself was well laid out. Anyone visiting Los Angeles and wanting to see the major sites would have been satisfied. After leaving Dodger Stadium, we ran through Echo Park and Silver Lake, before making our way through downtown Los Angeles. From there we headed into Hollywood. We actually ran straight down Hollywood Boulevard and past the Kodak theatre and the Grauman's Mann Chinese theatre- another historical landmark. Having lived near Hollywood before, the street itself is familiar to me, but others seeing it for the first time would agree it's quite a spectacle. After getting through West Hollywood we entered Beverly Hills. The course took us on to Rodeo Drive, which high end shops offered a nice distraction. Just as I was rounding the corner of Rodeo and Wilshire Blvd, I saw my younger brother, Kevin, alongside the road and was able to get a quick high-five from him. Seeing his familiar face was a great boost. From there we went through Century Century, West Los Angeles, Brentwood, and finally arrived to the place where I was raised, Santa Monica. I have to admit, seeing San Vicente Blvd. was a breath of fresh air (quite literally since we were only a couple of miles from the ocean). I was really starting to feel pain in my hips between miles 21 and 22, but getting to that final destination gave me a second (or maybe it was my third, fourth, or fifth) wind. I think momentum also played a big part in carrying me. Just before I hit mile 24 I saw the beautiful faces of Keith, Madeleine, my brother, Jonathan, and his son, Sean. I needed their cheers right then more than I realized. I was able to pick up speed during the last two miles due to the slight but steady decline. My goal time was becoming a reality. Ocean Avenue was lined with spectators, and for the final mile I turned off my ipod and listened to the crowd cheering. What a feeling! As I crossed the finish line, I felt a combination of pride, exhaustion, and humility. Seeing the veteran runners next to first-time marathoners, along with the legacy runners who had completed every single L.A. Marathon since it started 25 years ago, was very awe-inspiring. People of all shapes, sizes, and ages were out there, and even when the course was closing almost nine hours later, I still saw people making their way to finish line. Such dedication.

Today I'm moving much slower than I was on Sunday, but these muscles aches are reminders of an achievement I set out to accomplishment almost five months ago. I not only achieved my goal, but did better than anticipated. I'm addicted to the emotions that come with running a marathon, so while I'll definitely enjoy the next few recovery days, you can be sure you'll be hearing about my next endeavor very soon.

Dinner is served, and it's: Parmesan Crusted Talapia!

Happy Wednesday! Nothing like 80 degree weather to remind you that spring and summer are right around the corner. I don't know about anyone else, but when it's hot outside I crave light meals - the thought of standing over a hot stove cooking for more than a few minutes is totally unimaginable. The heat also stave's off the appetite so there's nothing better than a fish like talapia for dinner.

Here's what you need:

4 talapia fillets (I buy my talapia at Trader Joe's and it's usually really good; Keith and I each have 2 fillets)

old bay seasoning

1 tsp dry basil

1/2 tsp celery salt

3 tbsp reduced-fat/light mayo

1/4 cup bread crumbs

1/4 cup shredded Parmesan

2 tbsp fresh lemon juice

Preheat broiler. Sprinkle each side of talapia fillets with old bay seasoning and place on cookie sheet. In small bowl, combine mayo, bread crumbs, Parmesan, seasonings, and lemon juice. Mix well until evenly distributed.

Broil talapia for 2 minutes and then flip and broil other side for 2 minutes. Remove talapia from broiler and spread Parmesan mix on one side of fish (the more the better!). Place back in broiler for 2 minutes or until Parmesan starts to brown (don't leave the fish in for too long or else it will become dry, as it cooks very quickly).

This fish is great with steamed asparagus and brown rice. It's simple to make and really tasty.

Bon Appetit!

Bump in the road

Five days until the L.A. Marathon and I'm really excited. In the last four and half months of training I haven't missed one run -- except for this weekend. Somehow, on Thursday I pulled something in the left side of my lower back. It feels like a pinched nerve because when I lift my leg, I feel a sharp pain in one particular spot. Nothing like an unexpected injury to humble you. I guess I shouldn't be totally surprised because my days are definitely not back-friendly; I'm frequently carrying around two toddlers (sometimes both at the same time if Madeleine is feeling jealous of her baby brother), and usually a diaper bag that has to weigh ten pounds, if not fifty. Multiple times during the day, while holding at least one child and the diaper bag, I have to squat down and pick up a pacifier/sippy cup/bag of cheerios - whatever fell from slippery little hands. There are also the grocery bags, sand toys, stuffed animals and loveys to be toted, and it all becomes quite a balancing act. Not a pretty sight, to say the least, but I know every mom out there can relate.

The timing for an injury obviously is bad, but not as bad as if it were to happen this coming Thursday. With a few days off of running and some ibuprofen, I'm hoping to feel well on Sunday morning. Tonight I'll run for the first time in 5 days (besides short bursts of running with clients), and I'm praying the restless time I took off has been enough to reduce the inflammation. At this point, I'm really not allowing myself to think otherwise. I'm running the marathon with pain or without pain, but I'm praying pain isn't in the equation. I know this is yet another lesson to be learned: things in life happen and we're forced to change our expectations. But this realization doesn't make me any less determined to run the marathon to the best of my ability. Yes, I may have to adjust my goal time. I may even have to walk at some point (no shame in walking, but for me it was never a consideration), but I will finish and I'm hoping to finish strong.

I think there's a lesson in this for my kids, too. They can see that mommy doesn't quit even when something is challenging. The lesson may be moot if I stubbornly run and hurt myself even more, but I think I'm smart enough to know when to stop (stress on the word "think"). Fingers crossed that the moot point is my back pain, but I'll only know that for sure when I'm out there with 25,000 other runners on Sunday. Wish me luck.

Dinner is served, and it's: Roasted Cherry Tomato Pappardelle!

I love pasta. I could easily eat it every night, but then that may take the pleasure out of it. Instead I only have it once per week and I try to make it as healthy as it is delicious. Tonight we're having pappardelle noodles (wide, flat noodles) with oven roasted cherry tomatoes. Like most of my recipes -- quick to make and nutritious.

Here's what you need:

pappardelle egg noodles from Trader Joe's, or other whole wheat wide noodle from any other grocer - (whole wheat for added fiber)

cherry tomatoes -12 oz container

3 cloves garlic

flat leaf parsley

red chili pepper flakes

fresh basil

olive oil

salt and pepper

The egg noodles are a good source of protein and they're low in fat, but the whole wheat/whole grain noodles add fiber, which is a bonus. Buy whichever you prefer. TJ's was carrying pappardelle spelt noodles for the longest time (even higher in protein and fiber than whole wheat noodles) but they haven't had them in months so I've switched to the egg.

This dish is really easy to put together. Preheat the oven to 350 degrees and then boil water for pasta. The pasta only takes about 8-10 minutes, so don't add the noodles to the water until cherry tomatoes have been cooking for about 5 minutes. While the oven is heating, drizzle approximately 3 tbsp of olive oil in 8" x 11" glass dish. Chop garlic and add to the olive oil. Coarsely chop 2 tbsp of parsley and 3 tbsp of basil, and add to dish. Sprinkle 1 tsp of chili flakes (or more if you like it spicy) in olive oil. Rinse tomatoes, shake off excess water, and pour into glass dish. Add salt and pepper. Use your hands to mix tomatoes with oil and spices until tomatoes are nicely coated. Cook tomatoes in the oven for 15 minutes. If you cook them much longer, they'll overcook and start to burst, so keep an eye on them. You also don't want to burn your garlic. I usually toss the dish once or twice while it's in the oven to make sure everything is cooking evenly.

As I mentioned earlier, add the pasta to the boiling water once tomatoes have been in the oven for 5 minutes. Remove tomatoes from the oven. When pasta is ready, drain well and add to glass dish with tomatoes. Toss until noodles are well mixed. You may need to add another drizzle of olive oil over the noodles depending on how much pasta you cooked, but add at your own discretion (as I'm sure you know, olive oil is considered a 'good' fat, but still has approx. 120 calories and 14 g fat per serving, so don't overdue it). Serve and garnish with fresh basil on top.

As far as portion sizes go, if using the egg noodles from TJ's, I usually cook 2/3 of one package for Keith and me. I'm sure you know how much pasta you normally eat, so I'll leave that up to you.

This meal is great with fresh whole grain bread and olive oil for dipping (which I could live on), but not necessary if watching carbs.

Happy eating!

When life gives you lemons...

I have a client who could give me one of many reasons why she shouldn't workout; she's the president of her own company and works 12 hour days, she's a mother to a grown son who is ill and therefore depends on her for everything, she's dealing with other personal issues that consume her time and her energy. Most people would have trouble handling one of these obligations, but she manages all of them and still finds time to workout with me 3 days per week. Did I mention she's in her sixties? I've said before that the people I train inspire me and keep me driven. She is an example of that.

Unless exercise has been a part of your life for years and is as ingrained in your routine as brushing your teeth, then it's difficult to find the consistent motivation to commit. But once you realize that exercise is key in keeping your brain and body healthy, it doesn't become a choice anymore -- it becomes a necessity. That's not to say it doesn't take dedication to remain diligent, it's just harder to find legitimate excuses not to exercise when you know how much it benefits you. Over the past few months, my children have been sick at least once every couple of weeks. It's inevitable with toddlers. Preschool, parks, libraries -- germs are everywhere and toddlers seem to attract them all. Even with all the coughing, sneezing, runny noses, and trips to the hospital I haven't been sick in ages. There have been times when I've felt a sore throat coming on or slight congestion building, but I've forced myself to workout and, without fail, I've always been symptom free the following day. I'm proof that exercise keeps the immune system strong.

Unfortunately, exercising can't take away all of the responsibilities of the aforementioned client. She still has to deal with the same daily stresses, but she's better equipped because she prioritizes her health. If we really want to give ourselves the best advantages in life, then we need to make sure we're putting our best foot forward. We can only do that if we're as healthy as possible and that can only be achieved through regular exercise.

Dinner is served, and it's: Salmon!

Tonight's recipe is a simple and delicious salmon dish. I love fish and try to keep it in the rotation at least once per week. Salmon has a higher fat content then white fish, but it's low in saturated fat (the bad kind), high in protein, and rich in omega-3 fatty acids. It's considered a "wonder fish" by most nutritionist.

Here's your shopping list:

2 BBQ cut salmon fillets, skin on - (Try to buy wild salmon when possible because it tastes better and usually has more omega-3s, but the EPA is trying to regulate the levels of contaminants found in farmed salmon, so I don't hesitate to buy farmed at Trader Joe's on occasion when the wild is out)

1 8 oz. can cannelloni beans (aka. white kidney beans)
bunch flat leaf parsley
1 large lemon (but get an extra small one, just in case)
1 tbsp olive oil
salt and pepper

long grain wild rice/brown rice/whole wheat couscous (depending on your desire)
broccoli

Here's what to do:

If you're making rice, start cooking it first according to the package. If opting for couscous, don't worry about it until the end as it only takes 5 minutes. Turn broiler on in the oven. Heat medium size pan and coat with non-stick cooking spray. Salt and pepper salmon fillets and place, skin-side down in pan for 1 minute. Put salmon, again skin-side down, on cookie sheet (or any oven safe pan) and broil for 10-12 minutes (this really depends on the thickness; I usually get 3/4 - 1 inch thick fillets and cook them for 12 minutes, but some wild caught fillets are much thinner, so you may want to start with 6-8 minutes). While salmon is broiling, prepare the bean tapenade by emptying beans into food processor and pureeing with approximately 2 tbsp of chopped parsley (I love parsley, so I throw in a fair amount without measuring). Squeeze lemon juice into processor and add 1 tbsp of olive oil as well as 1/2 tsp of salt. Blend until fairly smooth. Taste!! Sometimes it needs more lemon, so don't be afraid to squeeze in another one. Use your taste buds as your guide. Pour into a bowl and set aside. Steam broccoli for 6 minutes and then shock with cold water to stop cooking (or else it can turn mushy).

Take fillets out of oven and plate, skin-side down (skin not for consumption). Spoon bean tapenade over salmon in generous portions. Serve with rice or couscous, and broccoli.

Note: there is usually plenty of bean tapenade left over and it's great as a sandwich spread or for dipping veggies. Don't toss it!

Bon Appetit!

Taking the good with the bad

Is it because I was raised a strict Catholic or is it innate in all of us? Guilt constantly plagues me. Whether it's because I lost my patience with my three year old or wasn't the best friend I could be, there's usually something to feel guilty about. During the day I'm more rational but at night, while lying in bed, I recount my actions from the day and that's when the guilt washes over me like cold water. It startles me and usually keeps me up for quite a while. Now, don't get me wrong, I don't fault myself for everything -- just the instances where I could have been better. I carry this with me in every aspect of life -- exercising, my relationship with my husband, my friends and family, the way I parent my children. Guilt is good because it keeps me aware of my faults, but it's burdensome too. I realize that feeling guilty isn't productive in the sense that there isn't a way to go back and change a situation. Regrets in life keep us looking backwards instead of forwards, and that's not something I enjoy doing or want to pass along to my children. But, again, guilt also allows me to be introspective and highlights the things I need to work on within myself. I guess if I look at it that way, then it could be considered a valuable quality. We're all dealt different cards in life and a part of growing up is figuring out how to play the best hand. I wouldn't say having a guilty conscience is one of my 'good cards', but it is a part of who I am and there's no use in feeling guilty for feeling guilty. Right?

Dinner is served, and it's: Pork!

Tonight's dinner is a staple in our household, and one of Keith's favorites. It's quick, nutritious, and, most importantly, easy to make. With two toddlers to bathe and get to bed, and a workout to fit in, dinner better be fast or we won't be eating until 9pm. Here's what you need and what to do. The ingredients are from Trader Joe's, but you can definitely find them elsewhere.


Package of thinly sliced pork loin chops (usually 5, 1/4 inch medallions per pack)

1/2 tsp allspice seasoning
1 tbsp chili powder
1/8 tsp salt
Non-stick cooking spray


1 1/2 tomatoes (Roma, vine-ripened, etc.)
Flat leaf parsley
1 medium lemon
1/4 cup Reduced-fat feta
1/2 medium cucumber (I like English cucumbers but hothouse are fine, too)


Long grain or brown rice.


Here's what to do:


First, start cooking rice according to package (usually takes around 25 minutes so don't start pork until rice has been on the stove for 20 minutes; once it's ready, it can sit, covered, while you finish pork)


Once rice is on well on its way, mix together the chili powder, allspice and salt in a little bowl. Coat large skillet/frying pan with non-stick cooking spray and turn on to medium heat. Generously sprinkle cumin mix on one side of pork chops and place, mix side down, on the pan. Sprinkle cumin mix on top side of pork chops. Cook each side for 2-2 1/2 minutes, depending on thickness (pork should not be overcooked - best when served medium, slightly pink in the middle ). If chops are 1/4 inch thick, 2 minutes on each side should be plenty. If they're a little thicker, opt for 2 1/2 minutes. Remember that they'll continue to cook once you remove them from the pan. Also, use forceps to turn them. Puncturing any meat with a knife or fork releases the juice and can dry it out before eating.


While pork is cooking, dice tomatoes, cucumber, and chop 2 tablespoons of parsley. Combine all into a bowl and squeeze entire lemon over mix. Add feta, and salt and pepper to taste.

Place pork chops on plates (2 medallions for medium portion; approx. 5 oz meat, 3 for large; approx. 8 oz meat) and serve heaping spoonfuls of cucumber mix over meat (the more, the better!). Eat with rice and, to really enjoy the meal, a glass of red wine (but that's optional, of course).

Bon Appetit!

Food for thought

Exercise is a key element on the path to a better, longer, healthier life, but it goes hand in hand with proper nutrition. I haven't met too many people in my life that don't struggle with food - whether one eats too much or too little, ingests too much sugar, too much fat, too little fat - the list of dysfunctional eating habits goes on an on. I don't have one magic solution that can solve all these issues, and I should clarify that I had my own battles with food when I was a teenager and in my early twenties, but through it all (and with plenty of classes on nutrition and health), I've learned quite a bit. I'm at a point now where I realize that certain combinations of food are essential in keeping the body functioning at its best. If I, personally, don't eat a balanced diet, I feel sluggish and unsatisfied. That doesn't mean I don't have indulgent days -I definitely do - I just know that I feel better, mentally and physically, and I perform better when I eat meals that have nutritional value.

With this in mind, I'd like to use this blog once per week as a forum for healthy meal ideas. I'll share one recipe that I'm cooking for the week, and others are welcome to comment or share their own recipes. I'm often asked what I eat and what I shop for at Trader Joe's (where I buy most of my food). I'm more than happy to share this information and hope that I can give some suggestions that will make life in the kitchen a little more interesting. As a bonus, my sister-in-law Shelley, who was a Registered Dietitian before having four (!) children, will occasionally chime in and share her own opinions and suggestions. Together, we can tackle some of the dysfunctional eating habits we all fall prey to.

For today, let's focus on getting the exercise our bodies desperately need and the healthy foods our bodies craves. I'll post a recipe later today and start posting them weekly on Wednesdays. Looking forward to cooking with you!