Tuesday, March 30, 2010

School Lunches

I have done a lot of reading on healthy eating, for both our bodies and our planet over the last few years. It upsets me to see what children are fed in school lunchrooms today. As a homeschool mom it doesn't directly affect my children but for some reason I am passionate about this issue.

Here is my food philosophy in a nutshell, gleaned from reading and listening to people more educated than myself: eat food close to it's original state, with few ingredients, minimal sodium, minimal sugar, less meat, less dairy, less packaging.

About 2 1/2 years ago, I read the book Skinny B!tch. It promotes a vegan diet that is void of refined sugar, refined carbohydrates and most alcohol (Organic sulfate free wine OK in moderation). I decided to give it a try. My sister has been vegan for over 10 years so I was not unfamiliar with what this diet might look like. I loved my chicken, had given up red meat for several years of my life but never lived long without chicken or cheese. Undeterred, I decided to give it a try and see if I would feel better and lose weight. I set a goal of 30 days, lost weight and felt great. Three weeks in I committed to a year. Despite underwhelming enthusiasm from the kids, I also decided to stop buying meat for the family. They finished off our frozen meat stores order meat at restaurants or eat it at potlucks. I bought less cheese and milk (couldn't convince the kids that almond milk was as good as cow's). Not only did I lose about 20 lbs (I stopped losing when I reintroduced sugar and refined carbs) but our grocery bill when down. We were spending about $1000 a month on groceries and by changing our diet our spending went down to about $600-700 a month. I wasn't surprised by that but what really shocked me was how little garbage we had. We went from about 1 1/2 cans of garbage a week to about 3/4 of a can (for a family of 5). I was doing something for my body and my planet. I am not eating vegan today but I eat what I consider a low meat, low dairy diet. The kids weren't completely sold on our new diet so we compromised: I agreed to buy bacon crumbles. I do occasionally have meat when we go out. Like after a 20 mile run a couple of weeks ago tacos al carbon sounded really good. But we went to the Pike Place Market yesterday and while the boys all wanted seafood, my daughter and I went and got pizza. She got pepperoni but I got a veggie pizza with fresh arugula on top and it was great. I find that I am choosing vegetarian more lately because that's what my body craves. It's becoming more automatic. We still have a long way to go though.

One of the things that Jamie Oliver mentioned in Food Revolution was that he has been to South African Townships and that these kids eat better than the kids eating the school lunches. I realized something I have seen but didn't really pick up on. I shop at a local independent market that sells produce in a warehouse but also has lots of Russian, Mexican and Asian food. There are
lots of languages spoken there. When you see what is in the baskets of those "new to America" it is all "healthy" fruits, vegetables, whole grains, beans, etc. They do have packaged items that probably contain a lot of sodium, but largely the people who shop here are buying real food. Alternatively when I shop at my chain super market (I won't even talk about Walmart) I see the "Americans" piling in TV dinners and chips and sugary cereal (confession, I let my kids eat sugary cereal for breakfast every morning, we are far from perfect) and pop and juice and cookies and granola bars and then they throw some apples and a salad mix in the cart. The bulk of what I see in carts is processed crap while the real food is the side dish. So here is what I see. I hope I don't offend anyone but I think that when we talk about the kids in schools who eat subsidized lunch we tend to think of the recent immigrants as falling into that category and it is always mentioned when discussing the highly charged topic of school lunch that for "some of these kids this is the only meal they get". Well I am guessing that it is those recent immigrants who have not fully assimilated into the American way of eating, are eating better than those low income Americans and even the middle class Americans. Most likely students who receive free or reduced lunch are also receiving food stamps so they do not have to go hungry.

I grew up eating typical American food. Our family ate fast food and take out more than my friends. I ate home cooked meals more often at my HS boyfriend's house than I did at home. My mom (and I love her to death!!) made tacos (with seasoning packets and hard shells), spaghetti (sauce from a jar), hamburgers, deli sandwiches, pizza (frozen), shake and bake chicken, oh and my arch enemy, canned green beans. As we got older my sisters and I introduced new foods to our diet. I discovered frozen green beans to be a world apart from their canned cousins. We ate salads, discovered pesto, and Indian and Thai food. So my kids eat a much wider variety of foods than I did growing up. Incidentally so does my mom. Although she still detests oatmeal and peas she enjoys most other veggies and I don't think she's made, or eaten, spaghetti with jar sauce anymore. My kids have never had a hard taco shell because we have always made (fried, again not perfect, but soooo yummy) and when we have tacos (which we do for company) we make homemade vegan refried beans and pork. The pork is just plain pork, shredded with no salt or flavoring added. They add homemade pico de gallo (we have to ration it) and homemade guacamole (also rationed), with olives and cheese. The tacos of my youth included ground beef with flavoring packet, cheese, and lettuce. My kids eat and enjoy all those flavors. My kids are all picky in their own way so I don't think they are any different than most kids. My youngest refuses to eat all potatoes, except french fries and all rice, weird. So we charge forward in an attempt to eat better and healthier and tastier and hope the country catches on too.


Scavenger Hunt in Seattle















Joe woke up yesterday realizing we didn't have a daycare kid before or after school and decided to exercise our homeschool privileges. We whipped out the laptop to find something fun and a discount for it. I perused the Entertainment book and Googled online discounts for local attractions. We thought about taking the Underground Seattle Tour, which neither Joe or I have ever gone on in our 30+ years in this area. After reading reviews (not glowing) and not finding a discount I just couldn't bring myself to spend $50+ on an adventure that looked like it would bust. We thought about buying a City Pass (multiple attractions, one price over a week) but we weren't really ready to commit the week to being a tourist in our city. So after about an hour of thinking and researching we decided to take the easy way out and go to the Pike Place Market.

We thought we had taken the kids to the Market before but it turns out none of them remember any of it so if we did, it was a looooong time ago. Well I didn't want the trip to be a bust either so I thought it might be fun to do a scavenger hunt in the market with the camera. I Googled scavenger hunts at the Pike Place Market only to find several companies that I could pay over $1000 to have a corporate team building experience scavenger hunt (made the Underground Tour seem like a pittance). So I decided to come up with my own but used the one sample clue I found online. I think it was a sucess as it kept us moving and experiencing different things around the market. We didn't come anywhere near seeing all that the market has to offer so I can see doing a new one next time. Plus it got the kids involved in taking pictures of our trip.

Here is our list, feel free to do your own in a different location, I think you can see how simple it is.
Hafner Family Scavenger Hunt at the Pike Place Market 3/29/10
find coffee (this was and afterthought, although it should have been at the top of the list, I encourage you to put it as #1!)
1. Take a picture in front of the gum wall in Post Alley
2. Eat a freshly made donut @ The Daily Dozen
3. Take a picture in front of the Pike Place Market Clock
4. See the Giant Shoe Museum
5. Get your picture taken sitting on the pig
6. What the pig’s name and function?
7. take a picture of a fruit or vegetable you have never tasted
8. What is the best price for 1 dozen tulips?
9. Take a picture of a “flying fish”
10. Taste something you’ve never tasted before
11. Find the Pike Place Bakery
12. In store filled with odd antiques, what is the gypsy’s first prediction for you?
13. And nearby, how old is the ugly creature that might stalk Little Red Diving Hood?
14. find a Pez Dispenser, take a photo
15. find Elvis
16. find something funny
17. find something magical
18. find a fish tank
19. eat some cheese
20. have fun, and take a picture of it!
See if you can match the pictures to the numbers!

Friday, March 19, 2010

Tooth Fairy and Santa


My daughter, B, lost a tooth this morning. She's almost 10 so this is pretty "old hat" for her. Especially since she lost her first tooth at 4 1/2 before her 6 year old brother lost his first tooth (although he worked double time to catch up and made a pretty good run at it). The tooth fairy hasn't been the most consistent around here...

My husband and I started dating when he was 19 and I was 21 1/2 (I think the 1/2 still matters at 21). When we met, my husband had never tried alcohol (or smoking or drugs, which remains to this day) but at about 28 he got interested in the romance of wines and started reading about them and was interested in trying wine. Incidentally at 21 1/2 I was no stranger to alcohol (and my experience went beyond those 6 months) but I really liked this guy and I felt no need to drink so I pretty much didn't drink that whole time, with the exception of a wedding toast or two. It wasn't a big deal to me. So my husband started experimenting with wine and I joined him. Well we just so happened to share a bottle of wine one night and went to bed giggly (and very relaxed) when the tooth fairy was supposed to visit our house. My daughter woke up in the morning clutching her forgotten tooth looking very forlorn and trying to figure out why the tooth fairy had forgotten her. I felt like the worst mother in the world! Joe was unfazed. Now I remember when I was little, loosing a tooth and not putting it under my pillow the first night and not telling my parents. I was testing the tooth fairy. I ended up putting it under my pillow about 3 days later and sure enough, the next morning, there was my money. So my mom set the bar pretty high and here I was too "drunk" to remember my role as tooth fairy! I ended up going into her room later and stuffing $1 under her pillow with a note saying that the tooth fairy couldn't find her tooth. She bought it!

Well since then, the tooth fairy has proven to be quite unreliable on numerous occasions (not all involving alcohol though so I try to ease my guilt by being universally unreliable). My oldest has tried to retrieve money directly from us in an attempt to collect what he rightfully earned. I knew it was bad when my youngest came to me a couple of months ago with a "forgotten" tooth and said "Mom, can I just have a $1?".

Today my daughter, who has a wild imagination, came to me after loosing a tooth at breakfast and said "Mom I need to have a talk with you. I am kind of bored with you 'pretending' (she actually used air quotes) to be the tooth fairy and I was kind of thinking I could just sell you my tooth." I laughed, she smiled, and when I was done laughing I had a counter offer. I would pay her for her tooth in exchange for permission to post this on Facebook. She countered back that she would accept the Facebook post but that the agreement must extend to all future teeth. The deal was done.

So I posted on Facebook and immediately got responses. My sister asked if they knew about Santa which reminded me of my failure at being Santa last year...

We hung the stockings the day after Thanksgiving and both B and G left "notes" for Santa in their stockings. They were in sealed envelopes so I couldn't open them early (as they would likely check them before Christmas) and B told me I couldn't look in there. So then it's Christmas Eve, a month later, and I am frantically stuffing stockings and arranging presents so that I can get some sleep. Totally forgot about the "notes" from the month before (OK there was probably some wine involved in this one, as it was Christmas Eve).

So the kids woke up on Christmas morning and tore into their stockings. Then B reminded G about the "notes", and dread filled me. They opened the envelopes, still hopeful (they were not discouraged by the still sealed envelopes, which only made it worse) only to discover that the questions they had asked Santa had not been answered. B's questions included "Do you know Mother Nature?" (she's been wanting some snow and is trying to get in good with Mother Nature, but still hasn't found an "in") "Do you believe in God?" She was disappointed not to have her pressing questions answered but was distracted by the gifts so it didn't get her down. Then sweet G opens his unanswered letter only to find that his single question was not answered either. His query was "Have I been a good boy? check yes or no". His lip started to quiver and his eyes got watery. I tried to salvage Christmas morning for him. "Obviously Santa thinks you have been a good boy or he wouldn't have come and brought you this awesome Lego set!" That logic seemed to hold water for him so he perked up a bit. I would like to think it was my little pep talk that made him feel better (since it was my oversight that caused him pain) but really it was probably the awesome Lego set and his own MP3 player that really pulled him through. Oh well, I guess I won't be getting any mother of the year awards but I am trying to give it a positive spin. I am setting the bar so low that my children will have no choice but to give their children a better experience! I do throw an awesome birthday party though....

Friday, March 5, 2010

Why it's important for me to run...


I was just reading an article in Runners' World (trying to finish the last issue since the new issue came yesterday) called "Hell Week; What happens when a runner-mother doesn't get to exercise her demons?" It is about a runner mom who takes a fall (involving gravel in her hair) and has to take a week off. "I sat on my son's playroom floor with my foot elevated. Instead of wondering how I'd manage my mom-duties on one foot, I fretted over how I'd find the will to fulfill them because I couldn't run with a sprained ankle. With a look of fear on his face, my husband quipped to our 4 year old, 'What will happen to us now that Mommy can't run?' That little bit really resonated with me. It brought back memories of my early training days...

I began training to run my first half marathon in July 2004. My kids were 6, 4 and 2. I ran 3 mornings a week from home (4 miles) and then a long run on Saturdays. My husband was home with the kids while I ran and he would do the breakfast routine with them on the days I ran. After running 2 half marathons and not losing any weight I decided to try walking (as some heart rate studies touted research that you need to keep your heart rate down to lose weight) and trained for a full marathon walk, I had to step up the distance too.

I went out for a walk one morning during my training and had only made it to my next door neighbor's driveway when I rolled my ankle. I limped back to my front door but I didn't open it. I thought about opening that door. If I did that I would be back on the clock with the kids. I would have to do the breakfast routine. I stood there on the porch contemplating. Then I hobbled down the stairs and started walking easily. I found that as I walked it felt better. I ended up walking my full 4 miles that morning. I also learned how important this training thing is to me and my sanity. I love my children so much but in order to be the best mommy for them, I really need to have a little time away to appreciate them.

It's been several years since that morning and I am back to running (turns out walking didn't make any difference in my weight either, probably because I was really hungry training for a marathon!). My kids aren't nearly as demanding at 11, 9 and 7 but I still find my way out the door at least 5 mornings a week. I am tracking my calories (in an ongoing effort to get the "baby weight" off) now and each workout means an additional meal which can be quite motivating! I am currently training for my 4th marathon run and after that I will go right into Half Ironman training (1.2 mile swim, 56 mile bike and 13.1 mile run) for a race in August.

I love this hobby I have. I hope that my kids see it as a healthy part of my life. Every Saturday morning my kids are at home (usually with Grandpa) watching cartoons and being kids while mommy and daddy are laying down the miles. I am a homeschooling, stay at home mom so we have plenty of time together and running is my sanity. It keeps balance and perspective in my life. I look forward to my Saturday morning long runs with my girlfriends. We talk about everything. There is something about the passing of miles that really brings things into perspective. As a busy mom I can't imagine how I would find time once a week to spend 3 hours chatting with my girlfriends but a 15 mile run does just that. I am sure there are some people who think that my life is crazy. "She homeschools, she runs marathons, she does triathlons!" but I love my life and I wouldn't trade it for anyone's! Now I am on a quest to convince all my friends they can do it too. There really is something special about running....