So when I heard about these protein bars, I was kind of skeptical. After reading the list of ingredients I didn't think that their was any way that these could taste good. Like for real. I was even hesitant to make them. But since I made a commitment to stick to this program and it was one of the few things on the list that was sweet (and I LOVE SWEETS), I bit the bullet and decided to go for it.
Well, I was pleasantly surprised! As someone who will easily spit out food if it tastes gross to me, I was really happy about how these turned out. I ended up using Chocolate Whey Protein Powder (since that's what I have for my protein shakes) and I used Apple/Pear/Banana and Apple/Blueberry baby food (that was the first time I was ever in that aisle!). As for the Oat Flour, I googled it (since I couldn't find it in my local Kroger) and I simply put a cup of Old Fashioned Oatmeal in the food processor. So easy...and free!
While these protein bars resemble brownies, they do not taste like them. However, they do taste good! The taste is like a semi-sweet chocolate and they have the texture of a cake-like/spongy brownie, minus all the sugar! I had one while I was around some friends and they thought I was being greedy keeping the "brownie" to myself.
I would definitely make these again!
Chocolate Protein Bars
Calories: 96
Fat: 1.4 grams
Carbs: 12 grams
Protein: 10 grams
Ingredients:
1 cup Oat Flour (I put a cup of Oatmeal in the food processor and pulsed until fine)
4 Egg Whites
2 scoops Vanilla Whey Protein Powder (I used Nature's Best Isopure Dutch Chocolate Whey Protein Powder)
½ cup Splenda, Truvia, or Ideal
½ tsp Baking Soda
¼ tsp Salt
8oz Berry flavored Baby Food
3 tbsp Baking Cocoa
4oz Water
Directions:
1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
2. Mix dry ingredients (oat flower, vanilla whey protein, baking soda, salt, baking cocoa)
together in a large bowl.
3. Mix wet ingredients (egg whites, Splenda, Truvia, or Ideal, Berry flavored Baby
Food,Water) together in a medium sized bowl.
4. Add wet ingredients to dry ingredients and mix together.
5. Spray cooking dish with a non stick butter spray and add batter to dish.
6. Bake 20-30 minutes in oven.
Makes 16 squares, serving size=2 bars.
Original Recipe: Jamie Eason's Chocolate Protein Bars
Jamie Eason's Live Fit Program: Getting Started
For the past six months, I've been going to Pure Barre classes. I love Pure Barre because it's low impact, but you definitely feel the burn, right away. Also, as a former dancer, it gives me my fill of ballet-like moves, even though there is zero dancing involved. I think it's all the turnout exercises.
However, my membership term came to an end, and while I love Pure Barre, it's not cheap. It's totally worth it, but I wanted to try something different. I'll most like go back to Pure Barre in January. I already miss it. Even though sometimes, it feels like a struggle to simply get there. As soon as I'm in class and we've made it through the first warmup I know that's it's just downhill. In a good way.
Well, a few weeks ago I was perusing the web and came upon the Made with Love blog. I had heard and read about Jamie Eason's Live Fit Program a while ago and thanks to the good ol' World Wide Web, I was looking for some reviews. Enter Alesha's blog. She did a week-by-week update of her progress and food prep. It's awesome. It's what sold me on the idea of doing Jamie Eason's program. (It's a free program by the way!)
With our struggles to get pregnant (while everyone and their sister gets preggo!) I knew that some additional weight loss couldn't hurt. PCOS sucks and the whole "trouble losing weight" is a bugger. It's just the "symptom" every girl wants, right? And while I love me some Pure Barre, I just needed a change of pace. Plus, who doesn't want Michelle Obama arms? A girl can dream, right?
So on Saturday I hit up the gym to make sure my membership still worked and then on Monday, yes, Labor Day, I started the Jamie Eason Live Fit Program.
Gym selfies are the most awkward, but I needed a "before" photo. And the gym wasn't too crowded in that corner!
It's funny how much you don't realize you'd made progress until you see an old photo. As of this blog post, I've lost 26 lbs from my highest weight, and finally made it back to my pre-wedding weight. The married 20 is for real. The struggle is real. In fact, in the first year of marriage, I gained almost thirty pounds. Talk about no self control, portion control, or limits! Goodness.
My goals in doing this program are to lose 10-15lbs and gain muscle. I'd love to see more tone and definition throughout. Overall, I just want to feel better and healthier. And maybe, just maybe it'll help with my PCOS symptoms.
The Live Fit Program is 12 weeks long with the first month being weight lifting alone. As someone who prefers not to run (actually, I loathe it), this no-cardio thing is totally welcome! I'm pretty excited to spend this first month just lifting weights. In fact, weightlifting was my favorite unit in high school PE. (I hated tumbling! BTW, why is "tumbling" even a unit?!)
My husband's brother has been bulking and building his physique over the last year thanks to his wife who is an aspiring bodybuilder (and about to have their first baby). I consulted her back in January (before I started up Pure Barre) when I first embarked on returning to the gym. While I have no aspirations of becoming a bodybuilder or anything like that, I know that they are awesome resources.
I think that my biggest challenge is not going to be the workouts. It's going to be the food. I know that preparation will be the key to success in all of this. And some self control wouldn't hurt either.
I'm excited about this journey. I plan to blog my progress and use this blog to help keep me accountable. While 12 weeks sounds like a long time, I know that it will pass quickly. I want to give my all to this program and make the most of it.
I'll report back with my thoughts on Week 1 of Jamie Eason's Live Fit Program!
However, my membership term came to an end, and while I love Pure Barre, it's not cheap. It's totally worth it, but I wanted to try something different. I'll most like go back to Pure Barre in January. I already miss it. Even though sometimes, it feels like a struggle to simply get there. As soon as I'm in class and we've made it through the first warmup I know that's it's just downhill. In a good way.
Well, a few weeks ago I was perusing the web and came upon the Made with Love blog. I had heard and read about Jamie Eason's Live Fit Program a while ago and thanks to the good ol' World Wide Web, I was looking for some reviews. Enter Alesha's blog. She did a week-by-week update of her progress and food prep. It's awesome. It's what sold me on the idea of doing Jamie Eason's program. (It's a free program by the way!)
With our struggles to get pregnant (while everyone and their sister gets preggo!) I knew that some additional weight loss couldn't hurt. PCOS sucks and the whole "trouble losing weight" is a bugger. It's just the "symptom" every girl wants, right? And while I love me some Pure Barre, I just needed a change of pace. Plus, who doesn't want Michelle Obama arms? A girl can dream, right?
So on Saturday I hit up the gym to make sure my membership still worked and then on Monday, yes, Labor Day, I started the Jamie Eason Live Fit Program.
Gym selfies are the most awkward, but I needed a "before" photo. And the gym wasn't too crowded in that corner!
It's funny how much you don't realize you'd made progress until you see an old photo. As of this blog post, I've lost 26 lbs from my highest weight, and finally made it back to my pre-wedding weight. The married 20 is for real. The struggle is real. In fact, in the first year of marriage, I gained almost thirty pounds. Talk about no self control, portion control, or limits! Goodness.
My goals in doing this program are to lose 10-15lbs and gain muscle. I'd love to see more tone and definition throughout. Overall, I just want to feel better and healthier. And maybe, just maybe it'll help with my PCOS symptoms.
The Live Fit Program is 12 weeks long with the first month being weight lifting alone. As someone who prefers not to run (actually, I loathe it), this no-cardio thing is totally welcome! I'm pretty excited to spend this first month just lifting weights. In fact, weightlifting was my favorite unit in high school PE. (I hated tumbling! BTW, why is "tumbling" even a unit?!)
My husband's brother has been bulking and building his physique over the last year thanks to his wife who is an aspiring bodybuilder (and about to have their first baby). I consulted her back in January (before I started up Pure Barre) when I first embarked on returning to the gym. While I have no aspirations of becoming a bodybuilder or anything like that, I know that they are awesome resources.
I think that my biggest challenge is not going to be the workouts. It's going to be the food. I know that preparation will be the key to success in all of this. And some self control wouldn't hurt either.
I'm excited about this journey. I plan to blog my progress and use this blog to help keep me accountable. While 12 weeks sounds like a long time, I know that it will pass quickly. I want to give my all to this program and make the most of it.
I'll report back with my thoughts on Week 1 of Jamie Eason's Live Fit Program!
Where to begin...
I started blogging here as a way to get my thoughts out and a place to think out loud. It's been almost two years since I first posted and well, there's no bun in the oven yet.
It's funny.
When you decide that you're "ready" to get pregnant, it's a whole lot easier said than done. We just celebrated five years of marriage last month, and with that amount of time passed, we inevitably get the question about babies all the time. And unless you're 100% decided that you're not going to have them, what are you supposed to say? What are you supposed to say when you are trying.
The default answer is usually, "We're working on it."
Which is just code for "Yes, we're having a lot of unprotected sex, thanks for asking." It's so awkward when you think about it. "Why, yes, person I don't know that well, I want to tell you about my bedroom activities." Oh goodness.
And no one tells you just how hard it is to go through infertility.
You receive tons of well wishes, prayers, and that indescribable look on people's faces when they feel sorry for you and don't know what to say. Yeah, I know, I'm kind of damaged and you don't know what to do about it.
Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the prayers and well wishes. It's just so hard when you want something really bad but there's not much you can do to get it. It's not like if I just workout one more day a week or for thirty minutes longer that I'll get to my goal.
I never realized how much patience this was going to entail.
Or how much jealousy.
Oh gosh. Jealousy. She totally reared her ugly head recently. I feel like I'm constantly surrounded by pregnant women. Either they just announced their pregnancy, are in the thick of it, or are about to give birth. I guess it's the perfect storm of my age and stage in life. Most people that I went to high school or college with are either 1) still single 2) married and pregnant 3) second pregnancy or 4) divorced.
The divorce thing always throws me off. And I feel kinda bad because I figure it out thanks to good ol' Facebook stalking and deductive reasoning. As my husband constantly bugs me about, CONTEXT CLUES.
But back to jealousy. We were at dinner and I had a sudden bout of just bitterness and jealousy about our infertility. I admitted to the fact that I'm envious. I admitted to the fact that I have a hard time being excited about other women's pregnancies, especially when I should. It just feels like it's SO EASY FOR EVERYONE ELSE.
And it's weird because infertility can be and often is a lonely road. People don't talk about it much, whether they just want to keep it private or are embarrassed or ashamed or frustrated, or whatever. And it's that lack of talking about it that makes you feel alone. Makes me feel alone.
But there have been some silver linings. Some rays of hope that motivate me to keep moving forward. It's when I read or hear about other people's experiences with infertility and then hear that they were able to conceive. It gives me hope.
It's funny.
When you decide that you're "ready" to get pregnant, it's a whole lot easier said than done. We just celebrated five years of marriage last month, and with that amount of time passed, we inevitably get the question about babies all the time. And unless you're 100% decided that you're not going to have them, what are you supposed to say? What are you supposed to say when you are trying.
The default answer is usually, "We're working on it."
Which is just code for "Yes, we're having a lot of unprotected sex, thanks for asking." It's so awkward when you think about it. "Why, yes, person I don't know that well, I want to tell you about my bedroom activities." Oh goodness.
And no one tells you just how hard it is to go through infertility.
You receive tons of well wishes, prayers, and that indescribable look on people's faces when they feel sorry for you and don't know what to say. Yeah, I know, I'm kind of damaged and you don't know what to do about it.
Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the prayers and well wishes. It's just so hard when you want something really bad but there's not much you can do to get it. It's not like if I just workout one more day a week or for thirty minutes longer that I'll get to my goal.
I never realized how much patience this was going to entail.
Or how much jealousy.
Oh gosh. Jealousy. She totally reared her ugly head recently. I feel like I'm constantly surrounded by pregnant women. Either they just announced their pregnancy, are in the thick of it, or are about to give birth. I guess it's the perfect storm of my age and stage in life. Most people that I went to high school or college with are either 1) still single 2) married and pregnant 3) second pregnancy or 4) divorced.
The divorce thing always throws me off. And I feel kinda bad because I figure it out thanks to good ol' Facebook stalking and deductive reasoning. As my husband constantly bugs me about, CONTEXT CLUES.
But back to jealousy. We were at dinner and I had a sudden bout of just bitterness and jealousy about our infertility. I admitted to the fact that I'm envious. I admitted to the fact that I have a hard time being excited about other women's pregnancies, especially when I should. It just feels like it's SO EASY FOR EVERYONE ELSE.
And it's weird because infertility can be and often is a lonely road. People don't talk about it much, whether they just want to keep it private or are embarrassed or ashamed or frustrated, or whatever. And it's that lack of talking about it that makes you feel alone. Makes me feel alone.
But there have been some silver linings. Some rays of hope that motivate me to keep moving forward. It's when I read or hear about other people's experiences with infertility and then hear that they were able to conceive. It gives me hope.
Jealousy vs. Joy
No one really talks about it.
No one wants to admit that they struggle with it.
No one wants to show they true colors when it comes to the color green.
But I'll admit it.
I'm jealous.
I'm jealous of all the pregnant women I see. I know that deep down I'm happy for them, but the first thing I feel, especially lately is jealousy. Envy. I covet what they have.
I know that Envy is one of the Seven Deadly Sins.
And it is for a reason.
Envy eats at you. It makes you unhappy. It causes a pit to form in your stomach. It's not a good feeling.
But I would be lying if I said that I didn't feel jealous.
Infertility is a lonely road.
No thanks to that chap, Comparison.
It's so true that...
Comparison is the Thief of Joy
In moments when I feel like comparing where I am now to someone else's journey it's both unproductive and a major buzzkill.
It sucks to compare.
AND YET, IT'S SO EASY.
I think because it's easy to compare and to feel jealous, it's the go-to emotion.
You know what's hard?
Contentment.
Joy.
In a time that feels like you'll never get ahead, joy is the last thing you want to feel for someone else. Contentment feels like waving the white flag. But it's not.
Joy and contentment are way harder, but so much better for you.
I do my best to feel joy for my friends who are expecting.
I do my best to be content with where I am.
I know I'm not in control, as much as I would like to be in the driver's seat. It's in giving up that control that joy and contentment can take over, in a good way.
No one wants to admit that they struggle with it.
No one wants to show they true colors when it comes to the color green.
But I'll admit it.
I'm jealous.
I'm jealous of all the pregnant women I see. I know that deep down I'm happy for them, but the first thing I feel, especially lately is jealousy. Envy. I covet what they have.
I know that Envy is one of the Seven Deadly Sins.
And it is for a reason.
Envy eats at you. It makes you unhappy. It causes a pit to form in your stomach. It's not a good feeling.
But I would be lying if I said that I didn't feel jealous.
Infertility is a lonely road.
No thanks to that chap, Comparison.
It's so true that...
Comparison is the Thief of Joy
In moments when I feel like comparing where I am now to someone else's journey it's both unproductive and a major buzzkill.
It sucks to compare.
AND YET, IT'S SO EASY.
I think because it's easy to compare and to feel jealous, it's the go-to emotion.
You know what's hard?
Contentment.
Joy.
In a time that feels like you'll never get ahead, joy is the last thing you want to feel for someone else. Contentment feels like waving the white flag. But it's not.
Joy and contentment are way harder, but so much better for you.
I do my best to feel joy for my friends who are expecting.
I do my best to be content with where I am.
I know I'm not in control, as much as I would like to be in the driver's seat. It's in giving up that control that joy and contentment can take over, in a good way.
Is it time for a Specialist?
Back in June, I went to see my doctor for a follow up after taking Femara to stimulate my ovaries and hopefully ovulate. I went in for a sonogram, and while some follicles had matured, the lining of the uterus was not thick enough to support implantation.
Or as I understood it, even if there was a fertilized egg, it wouldn't stick, and the pregnancy wouldn't stick. Great.
But, my OBGYN wasn't discouraged, and referred me to an RE - Reproductive Endocrinologist for those who can't read pregnancy/infertility code (I always have to google it). I thought it might be a little premature to see a specialist, but she was confident that they could give me better guidance than she could. She just felt it was slightly out of her scope of knowledge when it comes to OBGYN stuff. And since I'm just a tad over 30, she said she didn't need to be wasting my time if it wasn't going to work.
Now here's the thing with going to see a fertility specialist. I feel like "fertility" is sort of like the word "wedding". You add it in front of anything and instantly things get expensive. Oh and unless you have crazy awesome insurance, insurance typically doesn't cover fertility specialists.
Or as the insurance customer service rep said, "You plan covers diagnostics, but if you are diagnosed with anything, there is no coverage." Yay. Awesome. Sweet. I get to pay everything!
But when you want a baby, and you know that there's still hope that you can have one yourself, you'll do what you need to do. So I made an appointment, wrote down all the notes that my OBGYN had told me so I could prep for the consultation, and got ready.
The RE's office warned me that I would have to pay the consultation fee up front just in case my insurance didn't cover it. (Annoying point #1).
I got to the office for my appointment and signed in. I sat down in the waiting room and spotted a man with a little white paper bag. Yeah, I knew what that was for. When our glances crossed paths, we both looked away quickly. Awkward.
The nurse called my name and we did the basics: vital signs, weight, height, basic history. Yada yada. She led me into an exam room to wait for the doctor. I thought it was kind of weird because the room was basically dark save for a lamp. I sat on the rolling stool to the side of the exam table, typically used for sonograms based on the equipment in the room.
After what felt like twenty minutes (probably less), but I did play a couple rounds of 2048 and checked Instagram several times, the doctor came to get me and walked me down to his office.
So here's the thing, I generally try to avoid male doctors when it comes to lady part type issues. However, there seems to be a HUGE gap in the reproductive endocrinology field between men and women. After some Googling, most practices are run by men. Fine, that's cool. I still think it's weird that men are interested in parts they'll never have or truly understand, but whatever, such is life.
Anyway, the RE starts asking me questions and going over history and basic stuff. Then he tells me about the general course of treatment. Sonogram, clomid, sonogram, HCG shots, another sonogram (I'm probably missing something since I'm recalling this from memory), then pray you get pregnant. (That's my dumbed down version).
I told him about what my doctor said about thin uterine lining and asked about that because based on what my OBGYN said, it sounded like they would just have to give me some pills or shots or something to build up the lining for the next round. But he said that we'd have to go through the basics of sonograms and Clomid to get the base line of where I was at. (Annoying point #2)
I like to think of myself as a pragmatist. I try to do things that make the most sense financially and healthwise, generally speaking. And basically, the course of treatment he was describing sounded EXACTLY like what my OBGYN could do. In my mind, if my OB could do it in her office, WHY would I pay everything out of pocket to see the RE, if the treatment was THE SAME?
With the RE, the same course of treatment would cost $450 + the cost of prescriptions, while with my OB it would be $20 copays + the cost of prescriptions. Or, a fraction of the cost.
It just wasn't adding up for me. Why would I choose the more expensive route if the treatment was EXACTLY THE SAME? I was telling my mom about this, and I told her that if the RE had suggested something outside of what my OBGYN and I had discussed or a totally different course, then I would have considered moving forward with the RE.
But if it's the same....then WHY pay more?
Please know that these are simply my own opinions and anyone else who is wading the seas of infertility, you can make whatever choices you want and I have no judgment about them. But for me, it just didn't make sense.
Luckily, I was going to see my OBGYN later that week for my annual well woman exam and she asked me if I had made an appointment to see the RE. I told her I had already met him and his plan of action. Probably the best thing that happened and why I love my OBGYN was that she gave me this look that said, "ARE YOU SERIOUS? THAT'S WHAT HE SAID?"
She asked if I had told him about the thin uterine lining and estrogen stuff and I had. So I asked her if we could just proceed with her office, and instead of Femara, try Clomid, and see how that goes. I told her the same thing I told my mom, and practical standpoint of it just being less expensive to work with her office for now.
So that's where we're at. Next cycle I'll start with Clomid on Day 3. We'll see what that does.
Or as I understood it, even if there was a fertilized egg, it wouldn't stick, and the pregnancy wouldn't stick. Great.
But, my OBGYN wasn't discouraged, and referred me to an RE - Reproductive Endocrinologist for those who can't read pregnancy/infertility code (I always have to google it). I thought it might be a little premature to see a specialist, but she was confident that they could give me better guidance than she could. She just felt it was slightly out of her scope of knowledge when it comes to OBGYN stuff. And since I'm just a tad over 30, she said she didn't need to be wasting my time if it wasn't going to work.
Now here's the thing with going to see a fertility specialist. I feel like "fertility" is sort of like the word "wedding". You add it in front of anything and instantly things get expensive. Oh and unless you have crazy awesome insurance, insurance typically doesn't cover fertility specialists.
Or as the insurance customer service rep said, "You plan covers diagnostics, but if you are diagnosed with anything, there is no coverage." Yay. Awesome. Sweet. I get to pay everything!
But when you want a baby, and you know that there's still hope that you can have one yourself, you'll do what you need to do. So I made an appointment, wrote down all the notes that my OBGYN had told me so I could prep for the consultation, and got ready.
The RE's office warned me that I would have to pay the consultation fee up front just in case my insurance didn't cover it. (Annoying point #1).
I got to the office for my appointment and signed in. I sat down in the waiting room and spotted a man with a little white paper bag. Yeah, I knew what that was for. When our glances crossed paths, we both looked away quickly. Awkward.
The nurse called my name and we did the basics: vital signs, weight, height, basic history. Yada yada. She led me into an exam room to wait for the doctor. I thought it was kind of weird because the room was basically dark save for a lamp. I sat on the rolling stool to the side of the exam table, typically used for sonograms based on the equipment in the room.
After what felt like twenty minutes (probably less), but I did play a couple rounds of 2048 and checked Instagram several times, the doctor came to get me and walked me down to his office.
So here's the thing, I generally try to avoid male doctors when it comes to lady part type issues. However, there seems to be a HUGE gap in the reproductive endocrinology field between men and women. After some Googling, most practices are run by men. Fine, that's cool. I still think it's weird that men are interested in parts they'll never have or truly understand, but whatever, such is life.
Anyway, the RE starts asking me questions and going over history and basic stuff. Then he tells me about the general course of treatment. Sonogram, clomid, sonogram, HCG shots, another sonogram (I'm probably missing something since I'm recalling this from memory), then pray you get pregnant. (That's my dumbed down version).
I told him about what my doctor said about thin uterine lining and asked about that because based on what my OBGYN said, it sounded like they would just have to give me some pills or shots or something to build up the lining for the next round. But he said that we'd have to go through the basics of sonograms and Clomid to get the base line of where I was at. (Annoying point #2)
I like to think of myself as a pragmatist. I try to do things that make the most sense financially and healthwise, generally speaking. And basically, the course of treatment he was describing sounded EXACTLY like what my OBGYN could do. In my mind, if my OB could do it in her office, WHY would I pay everything out of pocket to see the RE, if the treatment was THE SAME?
With the RE, the same course of treatment would cost $450 + the cost of prescriptions, while with my OB it would be $20 copays + the cost of prescriptions. Or, a fraction of the cost.
It just wasn't adding up for me. Why would I choose the more expensive route if the treatment was EXACTLY THE SAME? I was telling my mom about this, and I told her that if the RE had suggested something outside of what my OBGYN and I had discussed or a totally different course, then I would have considered moving forward with the RE.
But if it's the same....then WHY pay more?
Please know that these are simply my own opinions and anyone else who is wading the seas of infertility, you can make whatever choices you want and I have no judgment about them. But for me, it just didn't make sense.
Luckily, I was going to see my OBGYN later that week for my annual well woman exam and she asked me if I had made an appointment to see the RE. I told her I had already met him and his plan of action. Probably the best thing that happened and why I love my OBGYN was that she gave me this look that said, "ARE YOU SERIOUS? THAT'S WHAT HE SAID?"
She asked if I had told him about the thin uterine lining and estrogen stuff and I had. So I asked her if we could just proceed with her office, and instead of Femara, try Clomid, and see how that goes. I told her the same thing I told my mom, and practical standpoint of it just being less expensive to work with her office for now.
So that's where we're at. Next cycle I'll start with Clomid on Day 3. We'll see what that does.