April 29, 2010

Brain Fart

Yeah, it's been a while since I have written anything of value.  I think the weather has put me in some kind of a fog, or I am having a serious "brain fart".   Do you ever feel like you are floating in the clouds and not sure which direction you need to go.  Well, lately all I seem to think about is wanting to ride my bicycle in warm weather.  I wouldn't have to wear long tights, ten different layers, hats, gloves, and booties.  How would that be?

It has been raining here and COLD.  Yesterday it was so windy it knocked down a power line close to the area.  NO water, NO power, NO internet for one FULL day.  What would we do without all of the 21st century necessities?  Yesterday I had just got home from teaching my early morning spin class when I found out I was unable to take a shower NO water, unable to fix my hair - NO power, and unable to fill orders - NO internet.  So I headed South for my appointment SUPER  DUPER STINKY.  Thank goodness for hats, and good deodorant. 
These are my little kidos.  They have been keeping me amazingly busy, which I LOVE.  Tomorrow I am heading south again to see my favorite sister.  I am hoping that this time I am able to shower up for the occasion.  I am hoping that when this bad weather leaves, that my brain fart will leave with it.  I will have something important to share with you soon.  Have a great day. 

April 25, 2010

Biker's Paradise

So, I was able to go for an amazing bike ride today.  I am a little disappointed that I didn't take my camera with me.  The wind was only blowing 25 miles an hour, but that wasn't going to stop me from enjoying some sunshine.  I live in an area where there are hundreds of miles of farm fields with unusual paved roads around them.  It seems like every farmer has his own private paved paradise.  I rode 30 miles and passed 3 cars.  Did you hear that . . . . 3 cars. 
My mom took this picture of the amazing Teton range that I get to look at every day.  Isn't nature AWESOME.  I am fairly new to the area and haven't been able to investigate all of the rides, but there are too many to count.  The one thing I learned today is that my world is a biker's paradise.  I am sure you have quite an amazing paradise where you live too.  So, get out and investigate your own private paradise.  Also if any of you have time this week, come on up and let's go for a ride.

BELLA ROSA WEEKLY TO DO LIST

Find art work for Bella show bike
Print women's tees for Breast Cancer Awareness
Find out how to spell check on blogger - IMPURTENT
Finalize Bella booth at Little Red in June
Help Brian build first carbon prototype - SO FRIGGIN EXCITED!
TAKE A NAP!  Yeah, right . . . in my "dreams"!


April 23, 2010

HEALTHY PASTA RECIPE

So my family eats a lot of pasta.  Not just once a week, but many times per week.  Let's just say that my husband is an avid cyclist, and is part Italian - that's why we eat lots of pasta.  We also eat it because it is cheap, easy, and my kids won't complain that they are hungry an hour after dinner is served.  It is also serious power food!  Eat it a couple hours before your long ride.  You won't believe how much energy you will have.  Happy eating.  Heading out for a ride on this amazing spring day. 

Healthy Farfalle Pasta
Ingredients
8 ounces farfalle pasta
1 cup crumbled reduced-fat feta cheese
2 pints cherry tomatoes, halved
3 cups watercress leaves (from 2 small bunches)
1/4 teaspoon black pepper

Make It
Cook pasta according to package directions. Place the cheese in a large bowl; top with the watercress. Before draining the pasta, take 1/4 cup of the cooking water from the pot and pour it over the watercress. (Watercress will wilt slightly and cheese will get soft.) Place the tomatoes in a colander. Drain the pasta over the tomatoes for a super-quick blanch. Toss with the watercress and cheese; sprinkle with pepper and serve.
Make sure to cook with whole wheat pasta to get more protein and fiber.  Enjoy!

April 21, 2010

SPANDEX

How HOT is spandex? 
Wow, can I just say NOT that hot!  Well, let me take that back - let's just say that a mans fanny in spandex is pretty dang hot.  I however do not enjoy the bike spandex look.  I have never had cut legs, or shimmering calves, but I do know I am greatful for the nice chamois that the cycling shorts come with.  Oh how my buns love a good chamois.  Although I wish somebody would please invent a velcro waist so that my gut is no longer hanging over that painful elastic band.  For those of you who admire the spandex, I would love to hear from you.   For right now I will painfully pull up my cycling spandex and ride into the sunset.  Have a wonderful day.

April 20, 2010

DOES THIS MARATHON MAKE ME LOOK FAT? (Featured Writer Stephanie Hancock)

I have been impressed with all of the featured articles written by so many amazing women.  The stories they tell are top notch and I LOVE reading them.  This article by Steph makes me laugh.  Yesterday I went to spinning class for an hour, and finished the day with a five mile run.  I thought for sure my body would respond to all of this body action so I hopped my buns on the scale this morning and to my HORRIFYING surprise gained a pound.  Yeah, It's a women thing.  Thanks for the article it made me realize that I need to eat more cookies.

DOES THIS MARATHON MAKE ME LOOK FAT?  Featured Writer Stephanie Hancock
I have to address something that has been weighing heavily on me lately. Literally. Pounds. Like eight of them. This happens every time, yet it still catches me by surprise. Training is going great. I'm on track for an upcoming race, mileage is on the up and intensity is increasing. Actually everything is on the up and increasing. Including my weight. Talk about frustrating! This marathon, or that triathlon, or any heightened training is making me bigger. And, really, who wants to get bigger?
The guy at the sports store, that's who. I chatted with him at the check-out today. He was selling me jogger's mace (there's a creepy new dog on my route) and gel fuel for my long run tomorrow. He can't run, he said, it makes him lose weight and he wants to bulk up. I nodded in a show of sympathy, while inwardly I was cursing him. How dare he lose weight running while I'm in the gaining phase of my training?

Like most women and most runners, being lean is desirable, and for many women weight gain is not just frustrating, but sometimes almost devastating. Running should be a means to the lean, right? So what gives?

Thankfully this has happened to me enough times that I recognize the pattern and know not to panic. Research shows me, too, that I am not alone. An increase in training may correlate with an increase in weight, and it is not necessarily all bad. One blogger asked, "Does this marathon make me look fat?" I had to smile. I know that question.

And I know at least part of the answer.

First, the bad news. Some of those extra pounds may be avoidable as bad weight gain. The extra miles you are putting in translate to at least two things: extra hunger and extra justification to eat. You did an extra hard work-out, so you feel you "deserve" that extra food. Or you just keep eating all the time because you need the fuel for upcoming workouts. Maybe you fuel before and after shorter distances (5 mile run or so) because you think you need to. (You don't. You really don't need to start the fueling until an hour or so into your workout, and then only about 100-200 calories at a time every hour or as needed.) The problem arises when you don't understand the value of food and exercise. If you want to gain weight, put more fuel (calories) in than you burn. To lose weight, you have to burn more than you consume (true, it can get a little more complicated when you consider metabolism or underlying health conditions, but we're keeping things simple for now).

To put the calories-in/calories-out into perspective, a typical cookie or piece of bread contains about 100-150 calories. A typical running mile burns about 100 calories. One or even two miles per cookie!? And, to make things even more unfair, you have to burn about 3500 calories to melt one pound off your body. Running a marathon will burn about 2600 calories, not even one pound (true, you burn at a higher rate for the rest of the day - we'll just call those bonus calories). See, I told you it was bad news.

But I get sooo hungry! you say. Two ways I have found to deal with the crazy hunger cravings after working out (especially after swimming - that makes me famished!) is to immediately get some good quality protein in my body. Maybe replenishing my broken-down muscles satisfies them enough to keep them from screaming for food later on. I don't know, but it works for me. Also, hydrate. Many people mistake thirst for hunger and end up eating when, in fact, they just need to drink more and eat less. Try it - take a good long drink and see if that takes the edge off the hunger. You'll be more likely to make healthy, thoughtful food choices if you're not feeling a hunger frenzy!

Now alternatively, weight gain might also be good news. You're muscles are developing, and they are strong, dense, and heavy. Heavier than fat. A heavier you might also be a leaner you. That's okay. In fact, long, lean endurance muscle is great! (sorry, sports store guy, I have no desire to bulk up - no heavy weight-lifting for me!).

Also, with more muscle, you are probably storing more water. Water is not a big deal. Weight can fluctuate about 2-4 lbs from morning to night just because of water weight. With proper hydration, meaning balanced electrolyte drinks, you won't bloat up from retaining water. Finally, as your body adapts to the fuel needs for long training, it learns to store glycogen for easy access during times of physical exertion. More readily available fuel is more good news, even if the scale creeps up in response.

Interestingly, for me and others I've read about, rapid weight loss occurs during the two weeks following a long, hard race. After my first marathon, I lost 8 lbs. in two weeks, much of it water. Over time, as you adjust to the rigors of an active lifestyle, the high fluctuation between weight gain and weight loss steadies itself and you find yourself in the slower, healthy weight loss camp, or in the maintenance camp, depending on your calories consumed and calories burned.

Probably the best way to handle weight gain/loss is to keep both a training log and a food journal. Shortly after my second baby, I tried the Weight Watchers approach to losing weight. My doctor at the Mayo Clinic told me it was the best, most tried-and-true, lifestyle-altering way to lose and keep off unwanted pounds. So I wrote down everything, even a bite or a nibble, and about how many calories I was consuming. It was astonishing. I had not been correct when I had thought I was a healthy and small eater! Is that bite of cookie here, there, and a little later (until you've nibbled it away to nothing) worth another mile? If it is, then enjoy. If your goal is to lose weight, then you might want to think again.

One of the most valuable things, however, when I was combatting baby weight, was realizing that you cannot be healthy and lose weight if you under eat. There comes a point where your body will rebel and plateau, and even begin to shut down if you are burning too much more than you are consuming. Following the first week or two of rapid weight loss when you begin a diet, one to two pounds a week is a healthy, steady weight loss. Make sure you are consuming enough healthy calories to keep your body functioning. There are lots of calculators online to help you figure out your caloric requirements. Do not starve yourself, though! Just keep your food intake under control.

Go ahead and fuel properly for your level of activity. Unless you're training like an Olympic athlete, though, you really don't need to eat like one. Our bodies are incredible machines that adapt to the stresses we put on it, including storing and accessing fuel.
So again, the bad news: if you eat more than you need it's going to show. Even during intense periods of training. Sometimes the weight gain is simply from thinking you can get away with eating everything. You can't. Sorry. That is the "I live to eat" approach. But the good news: you are feeding an active machine, building muscle and storing for future workouts. Some weight gain can be beneficial and can be expected. That is the "I eat to live" approach. Just eat within reason and enjoy having a strong, healthy body.

P.s. (I have to admit, I run so I can eat cookies. Cookies are my fuel of choice). :)
Stephanie Hancock

April 18, 2010

MY CANCER STORY - Featured Writer Heather Benson

This month is Cancer Control Month (please read more here).  It hasn't been until recently that I have become very passionate about this issue.  I have been working at the hospital for almost 15 years and while I have been there I have seen many unexpected deaths, and have also witnessed several amazing miracles.  I sometimes wonder why young children have to suffer with such tragic diseases.  I also wonder why so many amazing women end up with cancer.  Over the past several years I have had my Uncle die from cancer, several co-workers go through chemo, and recently my grandmother was diagnosed.  I want to do something more, something that will ease the burdon just a little bit for women around the world.  I am currently trying to set up a foundation where this will be possible.   Any ideas would be greatly appreciated.

I wanted a good friend of mine from high school to share her story.  She is truly amazing!  I hope her story will inspire many of you to become more aware of this issue that effects so many lives each and every day.  Heather, you are a TRUE inspiration.

My Cancer Story - (Featured Writer Heather Benson)
December 8, 2006 is a date that will be forever engraved into my mind. It is the day I received the news that I had breast cancer. I was 32 years old, a mother of four young kids, a part time dental hygienist, a volunteer at the school, a soccer mom, and a councilor in my ward Relief Society. I really didn’t have time to fit cancer into my busy schedule. I barely had time to fit in the annual exam appointment with my doctor.

Somehow, I found an available couple of hours in my schedule and that appointment was made. My doctor felt a lump in my breast. It was the size of your pinky fingernail. It was tiny. This led to a mammogram and ultrasound appointment. This really didn’t alarm me much, since I was due for them anyway. I had been having annual mammograms and ultrasounds for the previous five years due to a benign lump I had found five years prior. I had discovered that lump when I was running one early morning. It just felt “weird” when I ran. I followed up with my doctor and luckily it was benign. This lump detected felt by my doctor at my annual exam didn’t seem much different.

The mammogram results came back negative. WooHoo!!! The ultrasound results came back “minimal concern to biopsy.” Yeah!!! My doctor had every reason to stop right there, but he didn’t. He sent me for a biopsy. Ok, been there- done that. This didn’t alarm me either. The radiologist looked at me eye to eye and said, “I do this all day long, and I really think you are okay.” Great!! I left the office with an ice pack tucked into my bra and went shopping for my oldest daughter’s baptism dress.

Two days later, my husband answered a phone call from my doctor’s office asking me to come that day. Wait a minute! I had an appointment scheduled for the following week. The office staff said they were really busy the following week and it would be better for me to come in that day. My husband told them I would come in later in the afternoon. I started thinking about it, and realized the office probably didn’t have my biopsy results or even realize results were pending since they were ordered over the phone. I called back and told them I was not coming in and that I would just keep my original appointment. The lady on the other end of the phone assured me that all my records were there and to come in. I agreed to go in and hung up the phone. Then I realized I hadn’t even told her my name. I knew at that point that things were not good.

I’m sure I was the talk of the office. I walked in and everyone, even people I had never seen before, knew me by name as if I was on a rerun episode of “Cheers.” I had been a patient for ten years and never been into the doctor’s personal office. That is where I got the news while sitting in an overstuffed, leather chair. My doctor began with, “I got a fax this morning. There are some bad cells ….blah, blah, blah…You have breast cancer.” There were a few tears shed by both my doctor and I. It was probably a good thing my cell phone was dead. That is not the way you tell your husband you have breast cancer. It was a long drive home to my husband, but I don’t remember much of it. I was in a daze. I spent the weekend searching the internet and learning everything I could about breast cancer.

I was referred to a fabulous surgeon. She ordered a huge list of tests, an MRI, PET scan, etc. I was scheduled for a lumpectomy. I was anxious to get the cancer out of me as soon as possible. The MRI came back positive for another area of cancer. Surgery was postponed while an MRI guided biopsy tested the area in question. It came back as a false positive…no cancer in the new area. False positives with an MRI are not uncommon, however it caused much anxiety and frustration. Things got worked out and I found myself waiting on a gurney in the surgery pre-op area across from hernia guy, prostate guy, and kidney lady. My problems seemed small compared to those around me. At least I wasn’t in pain like the surgery friends around me. My only symptoms were my stress and anxiety.

A week later, I met with yet another doctor, the dreaded oncologist. She was so real and down to earth. It made things much easier than I anticipated. She informed me that my tumor was analyzed and I had Stage 1, Invasive Ductal breast cancer. After a discussion of treatment options, I was scheduled for chemo a few days later. She sent me out the door with a business card to a salon for a wig and the news that my hair would fall out about fourteen days after my first chemo treatment.

It’s a little weird to call and make an appointment for a wig consultation. At least I didn’t have to go down to the local Vegas showgirl wig shop. Who knows what I would have ended up with! I splurged and ordered two wigs. I walked out with an appointment to return to pick up the wigs and get my head shaved.

Chemo started. I was obviously the youngest patient receiving chemo. Let me just say, it’s not much fun sitting in a freezing cold room for 3-4 hours with “old, sick people” staring at you. I still did not view myself as being sick. One chemo drug was administered by the typical IV bag. The other was bright red (similar to Kool-Aid) and pushed into my IV with huge syringe that resembled a turkey baister. That continued every other week for five long months. However, I looked good sitting there in my fabulous wig, stenciled on eyebrows and no eyelashes. My hair would grow back a tiny bit and then start to fall out again. My husband ended up shaving my head three times. Now that is a bonding moment!

I was determined to be Superwoman and get my chemo via a simple IV. I did not want a port that was an everyday reminder that I was sick. I did not want tubes hanging from my body that my kids would see. After three treatments, the chemo had burned the small veins in my hand and arm. Superwoman had to throw in her cape and get a port. A port is a way to get the chemo into the larger, thicker veins that can handle the chemo better. It was placed in the upper, inside portion of my arm. It had an 18 inch tube that was threaded into the veins to my heart. Chemo did not come without challenges. At one point, my blood levels dropped too low and ended up in the hospital and with blood transfusions. I recovered. Then a week later the port got infected, which led to another hospitalization. I hated the hospital. I hated not being able to be productive. I convinced my oncologist to send me home and let my husband who is a paramedic administer my antibiotics. One of the chemo drugs caused me to have peripheral neuropathy (numbness of the extremities.) This was not good. I am a hygienist and could no longer feel my instruments while working. (Yes, I continued to work through treatment.) We got approval from my insurance company for a much more expensive, but similar chemo drug which allowed me to finish my chemo treatments.

The next step was radiation. That required a few tattoos to be used as markings. I always told my children, “Never shave your head and never get tattoos.” Well, I have done them both. I had 37 radiation treatments over the next seven weeks. It really wasn’t a big deal, other than the fact that it took up the middle portion of my day. “Mr. Prostate,” who was scheduled before me, was late almost every day causing me to be late returning back to work from my lunch hour. I was very lucky and had no complications from radiation. Four days after radiation ended, I sat on the beach in Hawaii for a week to celebrate the end of treatment. Now, that was a vacation!!

Sadly, there is not a day that goes by that I don’t think about cancer. Some days I think about it more than others. However, I consider myself very lucky. I look back at my journey and realize there were many opportunities to miss finding the cancer. My mammogram had come back negative. My ultrasound did not give concern. My doctor “followed his gut” and ordered the biopsy. Many doctors would not have ordered it. The biopsy results were faxed….no phone call. The results could have easily been tossed aside to be filed or even lost in transmission. Huntsman Cancer Center at the University of Utah reviewed my case and told me that if the cancer had gone undiagnosed, in 6-12 months time, it would have progressed to Stage 3 and I would have been fighting for my life. I consider myself a survivor in long battle. I hope my story inspires women to take care of themselves and have annual exams.

I tell this story not to get pity from others, but for two reasons. First, is to raise awareness. At the time of diagnosis, I was walking 12-15 miles per week and considered myself active and healthy. I do not have a family history of breast cancer. Growing up in wholesome Rexburg, Idaho, I thought I would be immune from the bad things in life. We are not. Breast cancer is on the rise. It currently affects 1 in 7 women. That means that statistically, 20 women from my graduating class at MHS will probably battle breast cancer. When thought of that way, it is alarming. It is anticipated that in the year 2030 (which is not that far away), 1 in 4 women will be affected by breast cancer. Second, I tell my story as hope to others. No, it was not fun. But, I did it!! I continued to work, be a mom, volunteer at the school, and take my kids to soccer practice. I am much stronger because of it.

Heather Benson
Cancer Survivor




April 16, 2010

Isn't SHE beautiful?

Isn't she beautiful? 
She is BIG, she is BLUE,
and she is BEAUTIFUL! 
She gets hot when you push her buttons,
 she doesn't talk back when you talk,
and she truly makes magic happen. 
Oh, how we have LONGED for this day. 
Two long years to get our hands on this beauty! 
Can't wait to show you what she can do. 

STAY TUNED: to see the radest custom women's carbon bike EVER.
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