Pregnancy Update: Week 28

Holy THIRD trimester batman! Seriously, where has the time gone?!?!

We put the crib together this past weekend. I registered for classes at Special Beginnings and AAMC. I’m pre-registered to give birth. Baby Shower is in three weeks. I’m starting to not feel bad about buying baby clothes, and am realizing more and more each day that holy effing $hitballs batman. I’m having a baby.

28 weeks

How I’m feeling…ugh. I mean, I was feeling sluggish before, but mostly okay. But lately I’ve just felt more and more sluggish, crampy, and just ick. Not like bad crampy but like everything just aches. Thankfully, I’m not feeling as if my balance is off (yet), and I’m not feeling super horrible. On the plus side, I have 2 more weeks of PT left, and I feel a HUGE difference. Not nearly as many shooting pains while walking which is always a plus,

Baby is…the size of an EGGPLANT (or a chinese cabbage…or a…)! And is moving and a shakin’ all night long – like freakin’ Lionel Ritchie. Well… not like that but he’s definitely having a prenatal party all day every day. When does this kid sleep?? . Speaking of bruised ribs, waking up Wednesday morning from Tuesday morning was a huge difference. From feeling “how have I been pregnant? I feel amazing!” to starting to feel like “OMG where is all this pressure coming from, I feel like hell. Get this baby out of me.” Not to mention, I’m starting to have a hard time getting comfortable in bed which makes for less sleep which just means a lot more crankiness in general. No bueno.

Eating: I’ve been eating tons of clementines lately. I absolutely adore clementines so I’m pleased they’re finally in season. Additionally, thanks to the fine folks at Blue Diamond Almonds, I have a new appreciation for chocolate covered almonds. That was a delightful package to come home to after our #tripnorth! Did I mention I passed my glucose test? That was a relief. Especially given my love of cherry pepsi (I’ve cut back to one per week), milkshakes (same), and the dozen or so cookies I ingested during the week we were up north.

Wearing? More leggings please! My lululemon leggings are *BARELY* still fitting me only because I force them into a low rise (in the front. Not the rear. Duh.) Though I’m on the prowl for a pair of maternity leggings. That don’t cost a zillion dollars for a pair of leggings (says the girl who has an obsession with $70 leggings from lululemon…)

Baby Stuff bought? I bought some clothes for baby since Target was having a really good sale. Additionally, we bought a mattress, so since yesterday baby officially has a bed! Huzzah! AND I bought two pieces of artwork off Etsy – I need to get one printed to canvas and one we’re going to get framed once it arrives – it’s all coming together slowly but surely!

Bring it on week 29! The countdown is ON!

Previous weeks….

Week 27
Week 23/24
Week 21/22
Week 20
Week 17
Week 16
Week 14/15
Week 13
Week 11/12
Week 10

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Week 16 – Week of the Avocado

Just as week 17 is about to start, here’s my week 16 update! Better late than never and this past week has been filled to the max with…stuff that I kind of can’t remember.

Baby bump…is totally a bit more pronounced. Very curious to see where I’m at by the end of the month – by the time my mom and sister come down in two weeks (!!!) we’ll know the sex of the baby and I’ll be almost half way! WOWZA!

Baby is…16 weeks and a couple of days (17 weeks tomorrow actually….so like…6 days) and is the size of an avocado (or a small gerbil depending on which site you look at). Babys legs are more developed, the head is more erect and the eyes are still moving closer to the front of the head. Also, baby’s ears are in their final position (less alien like! Hurray!) Also, baby has toenails (well, they’re growing…) and the heart is now pumping about 15 qts of blood each day – a number that will keep growing.

How I’m feeling…not too shabby really. I’m getting a bit more energy back each day, though today (and I wonder if this should technically be under week 17…beh whatevs) I had a bit of discomfort in my lady area….a same day appointment with my doctor (who is amazing!) should have me feeling normal in about 24 hours. Hopefully. My lower back/bum is hurting less and less which is positive though when it flares, man does it flare.  All in all? I’m feeling pretty decent.

What I’m Eating…same. Mostly. Moving away from my beloved cherry pepsi (that’s not super healthy) and last weekend I even had a salad at dinner one night. Salads haven’t been super enticing as of late, but the one I had was pretty delish. I’m trying to diversify my eats praying to the food gods that my picky eating as of late doesn’t mean baby Schmidt will be a picky eater. That would just be unfortunate.

Weight gained…I broke the 145 mark and I’m pretty sure I won’t see a number below that till post partum. I’m okay with this since it still means that I’ve only gained about 6 lbs. I’ve been eating when I’m hungry, trying to eat mostly nutritious foods but definitely not overdoing it. Not to mention, my job and coaching for Girls on the Run keep me pretty active even though I myself am not training for anything really. I have a few 5ks that I’ll be walk/running coming up – I really want to hit my 12 for the year 🙂

Other weeks…

Week 14/15
Week 13
Week 11/12
Week 10

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Weekend in Images

After my work event on Saturday morning, we had a Groupon for the Chesapeake Wine Festival. We went last year and had an amazing time. The weather this year, though a lil overcast, was beautiful (yet again). The wine was amazing though it felt like they had less vineyards there this year than last and many just…weren’t that good.

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they did however, have Boordy Vineyards, which is located north of Baltimore and one of my favorite wineries in the area. We went there for our anniversary last year!

I was first introduced to Smith Island Cake on my birthday when my friend Jason bought me a slice over at Boatyard. One of the vendors had the cake so hubs and I split a piece – it was delicious.

After the wine fest, we hit up Yellowfin for happy hour with my friend Sarah and her beau Mike – half priced apps are always a win. We were there and got to watch the Derby. I hadn’t picked a horse but it was pretty awesome to see “I’ll have another” come from behind to win!

After the business of working, the wine fest and dinner, we had a quiet night in with some Menchies and more wine and got to bed early.

Sunday

We slept in a little – which was really not conducive to fitting in a 7 mile run. Whoops. But we made it to church (albeit 15 minutes late though still in time for communion!). Then we were going to hit up the downtown farmers market but missed that too.

So instead we scrounged for parking, and got lunch, walked around the first annual Annapolis City Fair, and up to the First Sunday Arts Fest on West Street.

We had a nice lunch from the Big Cheese/Sammy’s Deli on Randall Street – a tasty little downtown Deli. The ingredients were so fresh!!

City Fair goings on. Including giant chess match and lots of vendors.

After we walked up to the Art Festival on West Street – so many fun booths!

We even got to see some of the May Day baskets left over! I love spring in Annapolis!

We came home after running errands a bit worn out. I sat down to rest, in my running clothes but was more inclined to nap than I was to run for over an hour. So we didn’t. #fail.

But we did have a delicious stir fry dinner on the balcony and got to bed at a decent hour so that was a win and totally helped us run 5 miles this morning!

How was YOUR weekend?

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Moving on…

So as I mentioned over on my tumblr blog, I have not yet had the chance to leave a job on my own terms.

Job #1. An awful law firm. Small. A boys club. I was the “receptionist” but never really a good fit. The anal retentiveness of them clashed with my own perfectionism and aspirations to succeed in different realms. We parted, on their doing, on a Monday in September, shortly after hubs and I met, because I “wasn’t a good fit.” I gained nothing but a twitch from that job.

Job #2. A temp to perm job. Remained temp. I worked for “labor union rights” as a temp with no benefits. It seemed hypocritical – further hypocritical when they chose not to pay me for the week off they required me to take over the holidays because the office was closed. I eventually left, giving a few days notice to start my job at…number 3!

job #3. An abusive government relations firm with more employee turnovers than the Steelers had in Superbowl 45. My boss was verbally abusive – the effects of which I still struggle with (confidence mostly). I was essentially fired on a Friday afternoon, with no warning about my performance whatsoever. Its versus their. A minor grammar mistake. Whoops? Ahh well. It was…essentially for the best. I still believe it’s because she didn’t want to pay me my bonus which was coming up at the end of the month – fun fact, all of my “teammates” were gone by the end of the following month. Thankfully I was planning on leaving at the end of the month anyhow, and I no longer had to listen to my boss call my coworkers and I “fucking idiots.” Take that in your crack pipe and smoke it.

Job #4. The non profit. Ohhhh the shady, unethical nonprofit. I can’t even begin to go on about this one, so I’ll leave it to your imagination. “Laid off” March 12 2009 – six months exactly to my wedding day. On the plus side, I didn’t have to invite my office to the wedding (since half  of them were jackholes anyhow…I was going to abide by the whole ‘invite one invite all’ to be polite a la Jim and Pam. Thank goodness I didn’t have to do that).

I freelanced a bit on the side. Tried to get a career started. Almost got into grad school (a provisional acceptance pending I take a couple of electives). I won’t count the temp job I lost on my honeymoon. The “contract ended” without reason ever really. I’m still unclear about that. So we moved to CT and I found Job #5.

Job #5 – I thrived. I loved my coworkers. The benefits. The culture. It was what I needed to regain confidence, and regain a sense of direction in my career. The only thing I got out of the previous four jobs was a damaged ego and a lost sense of direction. I was beyond lost…I was broken from my previous four experiences. But this one? I found my passion. I found my calling.

And now, I’m on to job #6. On my own terms. With a renewed sense of self, sense of direction, passion and eagerness to learn and grow. I will always be elevating the world from mediocrity to greatness because ultimately, my lemons helped me grow. I gain more than just a few coworkers with them, I got a family and I adore each and every one of them for that.

But now, it’s out with the lemons, not in a full aspect but in a “Make new friends, keep the old” kind of way. I gave my notice today. There were tears. But there was a lot of “we’re so happy for you”‘s which I needed. I never doubted my decision, it was necessary in many ways, and despite my nervousness walking in today from the bitter windiness, it went swimmingly.

Fare thee well lemons, you were sweet and you will always be family to me. I heart you all like a fat kid loves cake, and I can’t wait to visit and share all my new adventures with you gals (and guys).

But now, it’s on to the monkeys. Not cube monkeys but fun ones. And I’m not gonna lie, I can’t wait.

More blogging this weekend from the great white north. Meaning, we’re headed to Vermont/Connecticut for the week! Huzzah for family time!!!

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Not a Lemming

The blog world is up in arms about the “big six.” A few “cyber-celebrities” who blog about food, and fitness.

Bloggers, who I might add, inspired me at first to blog about my own quest for a healthier lifestyle. I started using my blog to hold me accountable. To motivate myself. These bloggers have changed my lifestyle – for the better – by inspiring me and sharing new recipes.

Marie Claire should be ashamed of their slanted reporting – after reading Caitlin and Meghann‘s responses, I am further inspired by the classiness of their rebuttals. Dudes, they’re human too.

As for the article itself? It was mean. It did however, touch upon many issues that Heather said. Is photographing all of your food and blogging about it normal? Probably not, but they’re not doing it to obsess about it, and that is what I think, the main difference. I have found so many tips, tricks and recipes because of these gals. I am one of the hundreds who has been inspired by girls who are normal, enjoy activities I do and, if I ever met them, are girls I’m sure I’d be pals with.

Because of my desire to be healthy, and this blogging inspiration, I have stopped a majority of my weekday drinking, begun working out five days a week, I chose to nurse my knees back to health instead of running races. I have, in an essence, reached my own…healthy tipping point. We all have to get there right? No one pressured me, they were all my own decisions.

Still though, Marie Claire painted a picture of a community that feeds disordered eating and exercising when, through all the blogs I’ve read, I’ve never once gotten that impression. However, the point that hit me the hardest, was not just the “disordered eating” that these blogs supposedly portray but talking about the comparison that goes on. It goes on everywhere. We’re females, it’s like because of the media, we’re supposed to compare ourselves to one another. Rather than be ecstatic for one girls success we secretly plot to take her down a notch. When I first “joined” the Healthy Living blogging community – though I still don’t consider myself a part of it – I compared myself. Shit. I’m not running enough. Shit, I’m not training hard enough. I’m too slow to be in this crowd. Shit, I drink too much. I don’t take pictures of what I eat. I watch too much TV when I should be running or cooking or not eating out or…the list goes on and on…really. Then I realized. This isn’t what it’s about, the community that is. It’s about support. Encouragement and inspiration. Was my comparison dysfunctional?  Oh hell yeah. But I can bet money (that I don’t have!) that I am not the only one who compares herself to the blogs she reads and the community she desperately wants to be a part of.

What ever happened to reader responsibility? Taking responsibility for your own life, your own issues? Not giving credit for the community that these gals have created – a few bad apples do not make an entire disordered community right? That was my biggest issue with the article. It wasn’t awful, because if anything – aside from the libelous, out of context quotes from the bloggers involved, it did shed light on an issue that is one that we as bloggers and women need to be aware of. We need to stop comparing ourselves to one another, and take responsibility for our own actions. For every disordered gal out there who’s triggered by healthy living blogs, there are twenty that are making healthy choices for themselves and that is a huge feat.

I’m going to conclude before I get all rambly like, with a thought, a favorite blogger of mine recently wrote about – context. We all have it. Not every aspect of our lives goes up into the blogosphere. There’s a level of privacy and why shouldn’t there be? There are certain aspects of my life that have always been off topic and each blogger has those as they should. We’re not living in Big Brother here. We all have lives that don’t go up on our blogs, everyone we encounter has a story whether or not they choose to tell it.

So what I’m saying is, I see the gut reaction to rage against this “writer”. I see the back slash against Marie Claire (which I have never purchased, and probably never will). I understand the anger, the hurt, and every other emotion in between. I can’t fathom how those girls felt when they read that article. Thinking of how I would feel causes a pit in the bottom of my tummy. But there are concerns, there are a couple valid points – yes, we as readers are responsible for ourselves, but think about how you portray yourselves on your blogs. Just think about it. Think about what you want your context to be.

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No Regrets

Random fact: I was once courted to run for office. In my small town, in Vermont, a week after I moved to DC. I got a phone call from the committee that supports candidates running for the house. I turned it down, mostly because there was so much change going on in my life at that point that I just…couldn’t go back and I wasn’t ready for a life in public service. Funny, because now a few of my former colleagues have run for office (both successfully and unsuccessfully) and a small part of me, wishes I was in that crowd. Wishes that I had said yes and moved home, and gone for it. Granted my life would be completely different, but the what if’s – especially in this case are intriguing and yet, also… irrelevant. Moving on…

One year ago I moved on from that budding career in politics. I’ll never quite forget the stinging conversation with that temp firm while standing in flippers on a catamaran in the Carribean Sea – the water so crystal blue and the trees in the distance ever so green – Hubs saw the voicemail. I saw the email and called them back.

“I’m so sorry, it’s just not a good fit.”

The contract of a temp-perm job at a lobbying firm in DC had been pulled out from under me. The stability that I had been clinging to the month leading up to our wedding had been yanked from me and we were right back to where we started. Two unemployed newlyweds.

I enjoyed the day but her words “Think about what you really want to do, what’s going to make you happy.” rang in my ears. Clearly politics was not doing it. Something I aspired to for five years. Nights of hard work, lots of papers, and a lot of dry readings with some heartbreaking campaign work thrown in to boot, what I wanted for so long was just not making me happy the way it did when it wasn’t a full time job.

It was on our way back to the main Island, as our trip was ending, that I told hubs I wanted to teach and then said “let’s just move. Let’s move to CT. I’m done with DC.”

I mean, I think I can take a hint that a city isn’t working for me when I lose my job ON my honeymoon (though if there is a place to lose a job, it’s definitely on a catamaran snorkeling trip with a full open bar) so we did. Less than a month later Hubs got a job, and we signed a lease here in Stamford.

The teaching thing didn’t work out – mostly because of financial reasons (we didn’t have the resources for me to take my prereqs to get into grad school) – but you know what? I’m still convinced, more so than ever, that everything, and I do mean EVERYTHING, happens for a reason.

Though I’m working my tail off in three jobs, I’m immensely happy. Loving each job, loving my coworkers, and finally working with managers who are supportive and excited about my development and growth – which hasn’t always been the case in the past. Though this isn’t the way I expected my life to turn out, I’m pleased to say I have no regrets. A friend of mine from school asked if I wanted to start up my political blog on his online magazine again, and I thought about it, and then said that I’d love to blog for him, but I’m not sure politics is my topic anymore. While I do still adore following the rat races, I’m happier following it on my own terms and not for anyone else.

The biggest thing I’ve learned in the past year, and I probably sound like a broken record, everything happens for a reason. I had a hard time telling various people where I was working because I was afraid of being judged but really, I have no reason to be ashamed. And why should I be? I’m embarking on a career that makes me happy, excited to wake up to, and has opened my eyes to a whole different path of life that EXCITES me. If there’s one thing I’ve learned in the past five years since graduating it’s that having a job that excites you makes a world of difference.

{After all who wouldn’t love a job where you get to do this??}

Are you proud of where you are in life, even if it’s not where you expected to be? Where do you hope to be in 5 years?

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Happy Birthday Blog

Okay, so I’m like 9 days late.

I missed it again, like I did last year (in my defense that was like a week before I got married). So here’s my annual state of the blog address.

Fellow freaders, bloggers and lurkers…

Thank you all for your readership over the past now, THREE years. You all know I started my blog in 2007 – after finally making the move from Livejournal (like many of my fellow bloggers) and haven’t looked back.

In the past year: I’ve lost jobs (on my honeymoon no less!), I’ve changed career paths, almost got into grad school, dealt with lots of rejection, got a new job, and finally found a new place career where I am focused on my goals, and where I’m going rather than treading water trying to maintain a state of sanity in a bad situation. We moved. I worried about making new friends (and made them), but instead of moping, I got involved with an amazing group of women!

I saw my best friend get married. I gave a bad ass speech. I confronted my past and moved on. I ran another marathon. I fell in love with yoga. I saw another blogger pal get married. I helped start an amazing non-profit here in CT which I am so excited to be a part of. Finally, I started using this blog in a sense, to record my ventures with getting super healthy, which are touch and go but still, my blog keeps me accountable and so that’s the direction I see this blog making more in the next year.

The point is, I love my blog for giving me the space to record all of this – the ups and the downs and everything in between. Because for as many downs as I’ve had this past year, there’s been some pretty amazing up’s and the best part is things – life – is going to keep getting better right? Right.

So here’s to my amazing freaders who have become not just readers on the blog but amazing, in real life friends in many cases. Here’s to amazing conferences where I’ve been blessed to meet other amazing bloggers and party like it’s 1999 all over again. And here’s to life – because living it and recording it is what makes this blog entirely possible.

So here’s a big SPANK YOU to all my amaze-balls readers and to another great bloggeriffic year!

HERE HERE!!!

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In the moment…

Earlier this week…hubs and I found out we have to move this fall. 90 days to be exact – an 18.5% rent hike (as noted on my twitter feed) left me feeling stressed, overwhelmed and nervous. I mean…all I wanted this year was a little bit of stability and we’re almost there, but… hubs’s job isn’t guaranteed past 8/10/10 – keep your fingers crossed for this primary to not go the way of the polls. Couple that with having to find a new apartment, and us both working. A lot. This has not…been the easiest first year of marriage. But..on the bright side, I have a job I adore, coworkers who couldn’t be more fabulous and inspiring, an amazing husband and blogging is always making me happy. I’m surviving. And well…a friend of mine was surprised when i finally spilled all the beans about all this, how I stay so positive because, like in yoga, you have to live in the moment.

PS – are YOU going to BlogHer next week? Let’s meet up!!!

This week I had an extra special treat to look forward to that included trying lots of cute clothes.

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So aside from working hard, doing tons of yoga, and living in the moment … I’ve got good things keeping the bad, worrisome thoughts at bay. Want to win a pair of free jeans? Check out the review blog for more details on that (and that slammin’ outfit above). Two words. Legging Jeans. FTW. (okay that was five words but who’s counting??)

Another good thing? Lots of yoga.. Breathing deeply and appreciating the moment(s). Running again/more. Going to Vermont this weekend for a whirlwind trip to visit the fam (and the brother!!). Getting happy amazon packages from the bestie. Planning visits. Reading. And friends moving back from overseas (one of hubs’s groomsmen/best dude pals just moved back from Japan with his bride to be! We’re so excited to see them soon!)

Anyhow, as I’ve said, it’s always helpful to find the positive. Look forward and live in the moment. When in doubt? Just breathe (even though that doesn’t always help in overwhelming situations. Just try.)

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Regrouping

I’ve been out of town for half the week at a training for a non-profit I’m a part of. It was an amazing little trip down to NC, where I got to meet two dozen or so of the most amazing and inspiring women ever. Seriously. The whole two day trip deserves it’s own post but if you want to get a glimpse of it, go read this blog.

In the meantime, I’m regrouping.

I’ve doing way too much of this…

{Tuesday night at Howl at the Moon in Charlotte, Wednesday a margarita with dinner before my flight and Thursday night with some coworkers at a going away party…needless to say I’ll be detoxing for the next few days.}

BUT! That means I haven’t been doing nearly enough of this…

{After i attempted my first headstand in a class and was unsuccessful, I came home and showed hubs and pupski and wham bam thank you ma’am I made it!}

In short, I need to step away from the bottle – despite the fun I’ve been having – and regroup. Starting tomorrow I’m back to my resolutions (I’m not going to reach that tipping point if I keep eating out and keep acting like a boozehound now will I?) and will hit a yoga class in the AM, and Sunday before work and hopefully Monday I’ll be able to fit one in also or a run, definitely a run and definitely a run on Tuesday.

Thinking about all that makes me giddy and excited. I’ve been gone so my schedule has just been all kinds of whack though, I’ve gotta say I did enjoy getting a little time to do some of this in Charlotte…

{Catch some rays. Enjoy the pool and the view of Downtown Charlotte}

Time to regroup, make out my meal plans, and make a workout schedule for the next week! I’m excited to dive back in.

Tell me, did I miss anything new in the blogosphere? I’ve been so behind on my google reader, tell me what’s new with you all, and also, how do you regroup when you lose your healthy groove?

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Veggie Delight

I keep telling my pals I’d be a vegetarian if I wasn’t married to a steak and potatoes kind of dude.

Thankfully, that steak and potatoes kind of dude is willing to try anything once and anything that I put in front of him. So I was pretty excited to try the Tempeh Sloppy Joe’s I saw over on Caitlin’s blog. Except the first time I wanted to cook them, I couldn’t find tempeh (or you know, I just didn’t know what it looks like or where to find it. I think they were out of it that weekend…) But then, last weekend I randomly stumbled upon it in my local Stop & Shop…and I thought I’d have to trek over to Whole Foods. Stop & Shop for the WIN!

Vegetarian Sloppy Joes {via Healthy Tipping Point}

Ingredients (for 2 burgers):

  • 1/2 cup organic ketchup
  • 1/4 cup organic yellow mustard
  • 3 tablespoons honey
  • 1 tablespoon soy sauce
  • 1 tablespoon apple cider vinegar
  • Sprinkle of cinnamon, chili powder, and pepper
  • 2/3 packet of organic tempeh, chopped and crumbled
  • Spinach for garnish
  • Bun of English Muffins

Directions:

  • Preheat oven to 350.
  • Combine first 6 ingredients in a small pot on the stovetop.
  • Turn on low and heat for five minutes, until it starts to bubble.  Stir thoroughly!
  • Add in crumbled tempeh and stir.
  • Pour into oven-safe casserole dish and place in oven.
  • Cook at 350 for 30 minutes, stirring occasionally.
  • Spoon onto bun and top with spinach

I didn’t realize we were out of honey until it was too late (I could have sworn we had some) so I added a little bit of molasses which seemed to work out well. I kind of winged the ingredients (doubled mostly) because I wanted to have some extras and/or have seconds because I’m a pig.

BUT! The awesome part about this meal (it’s kind of like, three or four days late. I think I made it Thursday night and have just been too lazy to update my pictures) was the side dish.

Sweet Potato Fries {via Country Living}

Ingredients

  • 1/2 t ground cumin
  • 1/2 t salt
  • 1/4t ground red pepper
  • 1 T vegetable oil
  • 2 large (about 1 1/2 pounds) sweet potatoes

Directions

  1. Prepare the sweet potatoes: In a small bowl, combine cumin, salt, and pepper. Set aside. Preheat oven to 400 degrees F. Peel potatoes, cut each in half lengthwise, and cut each half into 6 wedges. In a large bowl, combine the cut potatoes, oil, and spice mixture. Toss until potatoes are evenly coated.
  2. Bake the fries: On a baking sheet, arrange potatoes in a single layer and place on the middle shelf of the oven. Bake until edges are crisp and potatoes are cooked through — about 30 minutes. Serve immediately.

{Yum.}

The night before, I had gone over to a gal pal’s apartment late night after my staff meeting at work and she cooked an amazing meal of steak, grilled veggies and sweet potato fries so I was kind of craving them. Except I had two sweet potatoes on the counter and decided to make them myself.

Weekend was good – I’ll update more later with a race recap of the Dash & Splash 10k which I ran with a nasty case of the hangover nauseousness (that’s a whole SEPARATE story). Considering my last 10k didn’t freakin’ record my time (The 2009 Capitol Hill 10k – my D-Tag didn’t work but apparently that was common as a lot of the reviews on active.com complained about that but it sucks because I don’t have a record of my time for that). This was, regrettably, the ONLY working out I did this past week. Granted it was like 100 gazillion degrees and I HATE when Hubs has the car because it means I can’t get my sorry butt to yoga classes.

All in all though, back to the meal, it was INCREDIBLY easy  to make, the cook time was relatively fast, though it would have been easier if  you know, I had dualing ovens. Even a gas stove would be nice. I miss my gas stove from DC.

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