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The Awesomeness of Oat Bran

Today’s morning was a little flipped from my normal routine. Instead of starting out with my usual peanut butter and jelly on half a piece of bread to get me going before my workout (also known lovingly as pbj-bread), I had an 8:30am conference call to partake in. So I started out with straight up breakfast, instead. And there was no peanut butter involved. I don’t even know me anymore.

I’ve been eating a lot of oat bran lately. Have you ever heard of it? It’s basically like a really healthy version of cream of wheat. You can find it in the cereal aisle, tucked all the way on the end of the hot oatmeal products. I’ve had the Quaker brand, and the Hodgson Mills brand. I like them both: Quaker is creamier and the calorie count is lower somehow, while Hodgson Mills is a little chewy, which makes it fun to eat. Right now I’ve got Hodgson Mills Either way you go, it’s very filling and has really awesome stats:

This is a huge picture, isn't it?

I made mine with 1/3c oat bran, 2/3c water, 1 splenda, a dash of salt (all in the microwave for 2 minutes–watch it, it will overflow!), and topped it with raisins and a little coconut butter for some healthy fat.

cooked oat bran

Get in my belly

The coconut butter is a fancy shmancy topping, I know. I was feelin’ like a fancy shmance one day in Whole Foods, what can I say. If you’re all out of fancy shmance things when you try it, just make it with half water, half low-fat milk (fat + extra protein), and add honey and a little salt and you’ll be all set.

After breakfast and a conference call, my workout today was the Sexy Supremacy bodyrock routine (awwww yeah).  It was a tough workout, and I was grunting in the very small gym, thanking God that all the guys in there were wearing headphones. My grunts are not manly sounding. I probably sound like a kitten coughing.

I found the reverse push-ups to be seriously killer. For anyone who follows bodyrock, here are my reps. The workout consisted of 4 rounds of each exercise in a full loop circuit–40 seconds on, 10 seconds rest:

  • 10 mountain climbers and 1 push up: 4.5, 4, 4, 3.5
  • one arm row, alternating arms: 15, 14, 12, 12
  • forward and backward lunges (left): 11, 8, 7, 7
  • forward and backward lunges (right): 9, 7.5, 7, 7
  • reverse push-ups (halfway down): 24, 20, 22, 19
  • bicycle crunches: 55, 42, 50, 52

Now I’m ready for lunch, and it looks like my pbj-bread will never happen today. I’m going to miss that lil’ guy. He’s my fave morning friend.

How to Eat Without Plates or Furniture

Dave and I finally went shopping last night to stock up on necessities that will make our apartment feel more like a home, instead of a real estate show model.

On the list of items to get:

  • breakfast food (eggs!)
  • snacks
  • fruits and vegetables
  • a pan
  • plastic utensils, cups, and plates (to use until our real stuff arrives from Brooklyn on Monday)
  • Windex
  • TP
  • etc.

We dragged ourselves through Walmart like zombies for two hours. So many things! All so much cheaper than everything that exists in NYC! We’re succumbing to the evil empire! It was ridiculous. Our cart was very hard to push after a while. But honesty, it was fun. They even had Dallas Cowboy paper towels on sale, though Dave adamantly REFUSED to buy them (Jets only). At the end of it all, we forked over a giant wad of cash that I’m thinking of as a “startup investment” to make myself feel better.

Cash wad behind me, this morning I woke up PUMPED to make my own breakfast in my own home home. After my morning workout, I took the elevator upstairs, showered, and entered into the kitchen to make eggs. EGGS! IT’S GO TIME! I grabbed the egg carton out of the fridge, the new pan, pam, salt and pepper. Then opened the cabinet to pull out a plate… but… there were no plates to be found.

Plates: a key ingredient to eating things that slips silently under the radar.

WTF was I going to eat my eggs on? Let me paint a bigger picture for you. Currently, the only furniture Dave and I have in our super swank apartment is an air mattress. Which makes our apartment super …blank.

This is what it looks like:

empty apartment

So, sans plates and furniture, I ate my eggs on a gladware container top, on the floor. With a nice cold bottle of Sam’s Club evil water.

breakfast on the floor

I’m a survivor.

Coffee, Eggs, and Peanut Butter

I am a coffee addict by day, egg addict by early day… and peanut butter addict all day. Getting each of those vices in my system helps me function like a normal human Melanie, or else the Incredible Mulk makes an appearance.

the incredible mulk

The Incredible Mulk

It’s crazy how much power routines have over an individual (read: me). At the beginning of my time in Austin—the past six days-I was super stressed out, and almost always hungry (I had no peanut butter! Ahhh!!). I also had a headache for three days in a row that no amount of Advil or Tylenol could cure. This could be because I’m a super hero/mutant and I need super hero strength medication—or because I just didn’t feel comfortable anywhere.

Have you ever relied solely on hotel coffee? ‘Nuff said.

Thanks to finding an apartment, and still holding onto the rental car, today I can finally say I feel back to normal! I bought a jar of pb and a loaf of bread to keep me steady at 6:30am, and found a savior in the name of Austin Java that gives me the other few vices I need in life. With a side of awesomely well-done bacon that I can’t stop eating until it’s all gone. Although, who would leave any bacon over? If it’s you, start repenting for your sins.

I spent the whole morning at AJ, and stayed straight through to lunch. Here’s a look at my eats (a little faded from my camera phone). These meals definitely made up for last night’s Chinese food fail:

bacon and eggs for breakfast

Eggs over medium + bacon + fruit + coffee

Tuna Niciose for lunch

Tuna nicoise salad, hold the eggs

I kept wondering if the server hated me for the two and a half hours after breakfast where I didn’t order anything, but turns out it was totally cool. Thanks AJ server, I salute you for letting me live at your coffee joint. I also noticed two other people around me who were parked with their laptops for hours also, so I wasn’t  a lone wifi soldier.

To thank AJ, I tweeted at them profusely, and left a very nice tip. I’ll be back tomorrow. Please let me in :).

Eating Tons of Plants All Day


As I have not been running, working out, or doing anything remotely interesting in the exercise world, I decided to share with you a standard day of meals for mel. I know a lot of you read blogs that focus solely on healthy eating, cooking, and creative meals, so this might fit in, eh?

The first thing you should know is that my meals are usually very uncreative. I am the kind of person who can eat the same thing everyday and be cool with it. Even more scary specifically, I go to the same deli near my office for both breakfast and lunch daily. And then I eat the same dinner once I get home (unless I go out to eat, which I’ve been doing a lot of lately :)). In all of these meals I try to eat either fruit or vegetables. Lots of them. TONS of them. Hugemassiveamountsofthem.

Why do I put such little thought into my meals? Because I generally don’t care what I eat. That takes too much time. As long as it’s healthy and it tastes good I’m good to go. It’s actually probably a bad thing that I keep eating the same foods because I’m not varying the nutrients my body gets, but… eh.. we can worry about that another time.

Standard day of eats:


I've eaten greek yogurt everyday for maybe 1 year

Notes about bfast: That is a commercial bran muffin behind a container of Greek yogurt and mixed berries. I have a muffin obsession, and generally only eat the muffin top and then chuck it. Yes, this is a waste of muffin bottom.



Lunch notes: Attempted list of what’s in this huge salad. Go! spinach base, avocado and sunflower seeds (for a dose o’ healthy fat), carrots, sprouts, mushrooms, and chick peas. All in plain balsamic vinegar and salt and pepper. Try putting salt and pepper on a salad–it actually rocks and there’s no turning back for me now.

INSERT AFTERNOON SNACK HERE: generally it would be one of those single serving packs of almonds that you find in the deli (if you’re from NYC, i’m talking about those beige and orange bags), an apple or some other fruit, and a ton of random pretzels throughout the day that we keep in the office.


that's IT?

Dinner notes: Here’s the deal with dinner. By the time I get home from work, I am the most ravenous monster you have ever met. I need to eat food immediately, and there is NO TIME to think about it. Thus I give you: a microwaved veggie burger ( really awesome tasting from MorningStar Farms) and leftover roasted brussel sprouts. I never eat these with a bun. I think it’s because I envision it more as a side of tasty protein (weird way to put it?) and less like a hamburger shaped thing that needs a bun.

INSERT NIGHT TIME SNACK HERE: something chocolate. everytime. or else I turn back into a frog.

You might’ve noticed (or maybe you didn’t; then allow me to point this out for you) that there is no meat in this day. Without thinking about it, it’s very easy to me to skip meat for days in a row. My mind just doesn’t gravitate to it at all, I’m not sure why. I have no problem with eating meat, just sayin’. It’s not as frequent for me as it might be for other people. I also noticed there’s no bread up there. Bread’s great. I eat it all the time. Just not most of the time apparently.

Pretty accurate. Pretty boring. Pretty excellent in my eyes. Does this seem weird to you?

Finding My Inner Morning

It’s been three solid weeks that I’ve been out of my standard morning routine, and I’m definitely feelin’ it. From the week of being down and out from my wisdom teeth, to a week of crazy work, to the roadtrip.. my 6:30am wake-up has been thrown out the window in favor of more sleep.

Now that everything is settling back down starting this week, I’ve been pushing it to wake up at 6:15 and re-train my internal clock to love it. Yes, I believe it’s possible to wake up at 6:30 naturally and feel good, because I’ve been there before. Unfortunately though, I’m not there right now.

This morning’s wake up  a struggle despite a solid 7 hours of sleep. I crawled out of bed and made some coffee to wake me up. I drank said coffee out of my new hippie mug that I just got from the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame in Cleveland, Ohio.

caffeinate me.

It took me 45 minutes to get out of my apartment, but I did it. And I ended up running a nice 2.7 mile loop here:

On the second half of my loop, I decided to do pick ups to kick my butt a little harder. I ran at a faster pace for 2 blocks, and then ran at my regular pace for one. It was a nice change, and I could feel the burn. It was also hot and humid out and my clothes were soaking wet. It’s really annoying to run in a wet shirt. Anyone agree?

Continuing with my butt kicking, I got back to my place and did 2 sets of push ups (the girly kind), 2 sets of 30 bicycle crunches, and a one minute plank. The plank hurt, but you can instantly feel your core muscles pulling inward and tightening. I love that.

I took a cold shower after all that, and had an unconventional breakfast of leftover grilled asparagus (huh?) and greek yogurt with honey and ground flax seed.

don't hate

I’m feeling good. Cool.

Drinking the Ju-uice: ‘Jus Bar’ in Union Square

On my way to work in the morning, I pass by a juice bar on 16th and University Place called Jus. I’ve never tried it, but notice a small line of people (clearly, very healthy people) waiting for their drink in the morning. I’ve pondered the possibility of a liquid breakfast made of carrots and whathaveyou.. but never took the dive.

After stumbling upon theirritableeater blog and reading about her fasting adventure of all juice drinks, I thought ‘hey, maybe I’ll give it a shot.’ Not a fast; but a juice drink for breakfast. There’s a lot of talk out there about the “detoxifying” abilities of drinking vegetable juice mixes, and I figured a little detox would be good for me. Maybe it’ll negate a few mojitos from my future weekend.

Friday morning I was pretty hungry (I usually wake up starving), and debated on the L train about screwing the plan and getting an egg sandwich. But I stuck to my guns, and stopped at Jus:

a small miracle for juicers on the go

I ordered a large ($5!) apple, carrot, kale and ginger juice. There was a very long list of options, with categories of mixes. My mix fell under the list called, “sex boosters”. Sweet.

like a burnt-orange crayola crayon

It tasted pretty good. The ginger had a nice kick, but not too strong. ‘Cool, something different to grab in the morning,’ I thought.

I sipped on this bad boy from 8:30-9:30… and then from 9:30-10 I pretty muched gulped the whole thing down in an effort to feel full. It didn’t work. And I was beginning to feel lightheaded. Strange.

By 10:15 I was complaining to my coworker about the effects and threatening to go buy breakfast before our 10:30 meeting, or else I would be an unproductive grump (read: bitch). He said “it’s definitely the effect of the ginger, it opens up your blood vessels and it can make you feel hot and kinda woozey.” Hm. Was that the sex-booster effect?

Whatever it was, it wasn’t good. I ran out and bought a yogurt, banana, and mini bran muffin and scarfed it during the morning conference call. Then I felt much better. And resigned never to try a just-juice breakfast again.

Maybe as an afternoon pick-me-up it could work better? Or maybe the “sex-booster” drink would work best at night. 😉

The Return to Running Butterflies

Aaah! I’m lacing up my sneaks, getting ready to head out for my return to running run. I need to remind myself of all the comeback runs I’ve had in the last year, and how I’m thankful after each one.. because I’m always apprehensive (ahh!) before I get outside.

What am I scared of? The same as usual: that I won’t be able to handle the distance, I will be as slow as a turtle–a very good looking turtle–and the runners of Brooklyn will all gather in front of my apartment when I return to laugh at me. Guys, don’t gather, really.

I woke up at 6am, had a bowl of oat bran for breakfast, a cup of instant coffee… and waited about two and a half hours. I told myself I have a date with destiny at 9:30. It’s 9:15 and I’m eating chocolate chips from the bag with one sneaker on.. thinking.. about.. every possible thing that can delay my getting outside. Maybe I’ll check my email one more time? Am i dressed warm enough? Should I charge my ipod a little more? .. why am I a crazy lady? At least I’m not a cat lady.

Okay. Go time. My goal is to get three miles in. Walking is allowed if needed. If anyone passes me by, please stop to give me a high five. I like high fives. Especially if your hands are warmer than mine on this cold morning. Bullocks.