Juice Cleanse and Renew

Welp, that was a fun Memorial Day weekend!  Perhaps it is time for some juice!

A little story about my juice life:  I couldn’t eat enough food after I had the baby, so putting as many veggies and fruits into a juicer made sense for my need to maximize time and food intake allowance. It seemed like this alien baby that was once sucking all the energy and nutrients out of my body as he was developing his own within me, had been born into a world that revolved around the boob, and he wanted it all the time. So naturally, I gave it to him, but that meant mama needed to replenish with some powerfully packed proteins and greens.

For the first few months, I was lucky to grab something and shove it into my mouth between feeding, nap, diaper and pumping schedules.  Doing it all single mama style made it all the more tricky for getting regular meals that weren’t just cereal or toast.  I started to wrap him in my Moby and it got tricky when I was trying cut veggies or cook over heat, so time in the kitchen was a swift and babyless process for the most part.  But he sure did love to juice, and nibble while we juiced!  Still does!  I’m happy to say that his favorite juice is still apple-carrot-ginger-beat and whatever else we end up throwing in there he tries it out!

Some of my favorite mama energy boosting treats are pictured below: Hemp Protein and Whole Husked Hemp Seeds from Trader Joes are a perfect addition to Almond milk protein shakes with dates and an avocado topped with some coconut oil and almond or peanut butter makes for a smooth creamy shake that keeps me going strong.  Recently I have been trying to reduce eating fruit only as a stand alone snack (Ayurvedically speaking) so my addition of an avocado and dried dates is up to one’s own discretion and can be opted out for those of us sparing fruit.   Smoothies are best to be eaten within the day, but I’ve been known to forget about them after I go through all the trouble and eat it days later with gratitude that I still had something in the fridge to throw down the gullet.

At first I thought making juice was wasteful and messy, but if you save the pulp, it can be repurposed for salads and even muffins, I’ll soon blog with a few of my favorite recipes which include gluten free muffins -baby’s first birthday cake that he gobbled up and so did our guests, well, most of the guests.

There’s no getting around getin’ down and juice dirty so here’s a few tips from my months of attempting to use juice as a cleanse to rid my system of some digestive disorders.  From my Ayurvedic doctor’s suggestions, I have been recently encouraged to use ginger in my juice because my Ayurvedic type (Vata) needs to have the digestive system stimulated and oftentimes raw veggies and fruits are counterbalancing for this constitution (more to come about Ayurveda and constitutions).  For now, if you happen to be having any digestive problems (which I still do nearly 2 years postpartum) ginger can dramatically help in all forms raw, cooked and as a tea.  My favorite items to juice that add some delicious flavor to the usual suspects of apples, beats, greens, citrus and carrots are fennel, cucumber and ginger.  I usually just put it all together not any science, but separating the different ingredients and then mixing like a mixologist is fun as well, and can be easier for repurposing into those delicious muffins I was talking about.

Lastly, lemons!  I can’t say more about this delicious fruit than how can I get more?  I make a morning hot water, lemon, honey and cinnamon ‘tea’ that seeps and by the time I’ve stopped running around after the mini me is now cold, but sure is refreshing both ways.  Warm it warms up the insides, and I think is supposed to be transformational says all kinds of blogs these days, but it simply tastes delicious and I’m pretty sure the combo of all the ingredients is magical.  Drinking fresh lemon water is uplifting all throughout the day and complimented with fresh mint, cucumber or berries makes boring water a sugar-free and soda free treat!

Bon por la Sante!

Getting over the Hump: Postpartum

Since it is Humpday, I thought I would share a little story about getting over the ‘Hump’ of my postpartum struggles.

Uintah was born smack dab in the middle of summer heat – at the time I think it was 100 degrees in Utah, and nearly 115 in Phoenix.  I could barely walk around our block from complications post labor, and pretty much stayed inside for the first month, with a few evening patio sessions to remind myself that the air did move outside.

When I first started getting back into some sort of activity, he was nearly 6 weeks old.  I didn’t have the strength to even wrap and carry him, so I would revert to pushing him in the stroller early mornings before the sun started beating down on us and we needed to go back in (by 9 am we were cooking at about 95degrees).  I don’t know how any child survives in the summer sun of Arizona.  But that is another soapbox.  Although I wanted desperately to be the new momma pushing her baby in the three wheel stroller, jogging myself back to health, my body would not allow even a short walk around the block, so I just gave into acceptance of where I was, and enjoyed the simple things.  I started to view the world like a newborn baby does: in awe with all the shimmering lights, dangling foliage, and irresistible urge to touch every thing and put it in my mouth (well I guess not the putting things into my mouth).  I was able to take life slowly and be in sync with my cuddly, snuggly little baby.

Hiking came much much later, despite the proximity of less than a few blocks from the house to an entrance to South Mountain, he was around 3 months before we could enjoy regular evening strolls through my favorite playground.  By that time, he was very comfortable with the Moby wrap and oftentimes fell asleep while we were exploring, the flat lands that is.  My uphill battle with strength didn’t allow for much incline until he was well past one year old.  I realized that this was the time for me to ease back into my health, bit by bit as he was developing his own strength to soon enough conquer the mountain.  Eventually I got over this hump that seemed to slow down my stride for over a year postpartum, and although I’m still not anticipating running the trails at this moment,  I’m okay with just being able to take life slowly, and stop to smell the Creosote with my little guy as he wanders life beside me.

Baby Momma Yoga

Being the yoga girl that I was for so long, my pregnancy and postpartum experience of yoga was quite disappointing.  The most prenatal yoga I did was curl up in fetal position on the couch all day.  In the ideal yoga mind, in my ideal yoga world, I would have been doing morning meditations on the life of my fetus, imagining his journey from the cosmos to my body and the birth into this world, but alas, it was not so.

As I sit and write in my near 2 year post birth experience, it is 11:42pm, thankfully I did take a shower today, but the most yoga I was able to do was yet again, in bed in a yin (relaxation) posture of what I’ll just rename – TiredMamAsana from too many early mornings, days of chasing my toddler, and late nights of trying to catch up on life which seems to be passing by too quickly.

All I can do is fit in a few postures to remind my body that I am not neglecting it, I am simply doing other activities that are good for it, like going for long walks with my ever adventurous and now running mini man.  Soon enough he will be more independent than I want him to be, which will mean he will be jumping from higher places, swinging from higher spots, and I’ll most likely be bracing myself from an overly concerned mama heart attack.  Once again, the yoga postures will not have a normal routine, and most likely I’ll be the odd parent at the park trying to do warrior pose in between catching him from attempting to spider man climb up the net and catapulting head first down the slide.  The best I can do during these days is remember to breathe, deeply and calmly.

My attempts to blog about life as a mama are starting now 23 months into the experience as a parent, almost 3 years since this whole experience of creating life began.  What I am most happy for are the lessons that my path to health over my 30 years have taught me to prepare for being a mother. Especially through the years of dedicated yoga practice and meditation.  I have been able to calm my mind during difficult moments of near giving-up-ness and recenter to a place that I once knew in my life (silence and peace) prior to having a toddler.  Without this grounding I wonder where I would be at this point, and hope that even though I struggle as a parent, it could be a whole helluva lot worse in my moments of frantic reaction to the spiting, biting, back-lurching tantrum thrower that is my beloved son.

One thing that is most true is I have never felt the presence of true unconditional love quite like the love from my son.  Getting back to my yoga practice, whether it be 5 minutes in a posture or not at all, is okay by me now that I have this little guy spend my time with.  Now that I have regained my strength after a year postpartum of difficulties, my goal is to help other mamas during their pregnancy and path as a new parent.  Following blogs will be mostly geared to the struggles I had during these past couple years and how I searched for help to remedy the issues and bring me back to whole once again.  Pretty sure that my little guy is a healer because every day I spend with him makes the years before melt away as we pave a new life together.

Blessings for your journey, wherever you may be!