Reunited and it feels so good!

Helllllo Blogesphere!

It’s been too long, and it’s completely my fault. I went on vacation, I fell off my diet and I landed in a ball-pit of fattening food happiness. I think I’ve felt almost ashamed to write. My healthy driven, goal oriented “Kinetic Kate” was back to her glutenous self.

I’m not getting myself down, though. Here is what I realized.

It’s OK.

It’s OK to fall off the diet wagon. It’s OK to eat a donut because a 6 year old is having a birthday and they walk up to your desk with big doe-eyes, while wearing a blinking birthday button, carrying a Krispy Kreme box. Who can turn that down?

Check-engineI’m blessed to have a fast metabolism. I know it’s only a matter of time before it starts to sputter out. It’s like I’m a fairly new car, and I’m watching the miles tick on; waiting for the check engine light to come on.

My weight has stayed pretty much the same since I was dieting. Will that last forever? No. Will I go back on a diet? Yes, with moderation. I do not think I can go back to the hard-set BAD-A diet. I now remember how delicious chips are. I can, however, go back to the BAD-A (CD) diet. Bring on those cheat days!


Something else I’ve learned since we last spoke (typed?).

Follow your dreams.

It doesn’t matter if it’s health related, love related and or work related. You get one life. Do not let it down.

Follow them- even if it’s across the county….



Big Ball o’ Stress


Doesn’t that word just sound bad? It sounds the way it feels. It feels the way it sounds.

What’s stress backwards? Sserts. Serts.

No definition for “sert”. What about “surt”:


[surt, soort]  

noun Scandinavian Mythology .

the guardian and ruler of Muspelheim, destined to defeat Frey at Ragnarok and destroy the world with fire.
…Well that doesn’t sound nice. I don’t think ‘destroying the world with fire’ will help my stress level right now.
How about “cert”:


Certs is a breath mint (or,according to some, a candy mint) manufacturedby the Cadbury-Adams Division of the Cadbury-Schweppes Corporation. Long one of America’s mostpopular mints, Certs was the first breath mint to benationally marketed in the
United States, and has beena fixture at American drug stores and convenience stores since its debut onthe market in 1956.
Maybe a mint will relieve my stress?
I honestly don’t know where I’m going with this. Chalk it up to my first incoherent blog post. Apparently stress will do that to you.

Oh, Carolina- Keep Callin’ Me Home

This song resinates strongly with me today:

Carolina- Eric Church


On Thursday, my husband and I returned home from 5 days in Hilton Head, South Carolina. Just to give you a little picture preview of the stunning bit of the world we were in (I highly recommend looking at the pictures while the song above plays):

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Beautiful, Eh?

You can even be kinetic in Hilton  Head! You bike everywhere!

My husband showing us how it’s done

Want to know what one of the best parts about vacation is?


Ok, so it was more like a cheat week, which in turn reeked HAVOC on my stomach, but the moment of pure taste delight was worth it. Observe:

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If you are ever in Charleston, you must visit Hominy Grill. You’ll wait to get it, but it’s worth every minute. The above meal is my go-to. Shrimp and Grits. Nothing says Carolina like shrimp and grits.

“What looks cheat meal about that?” some may say. Well, I opted to not show the huge buttery fresh baked biscuit that sat beside my dish. Heaven.

We had a wonderful time in the Low Country, and may just stop back down again- a lot. More on that in future posts.

Now that I’m home, it’s back to BAD A CM. Bring on the chicken, asparagus and sweet potatoes! Lord knows I probably gained all my weight lost back this week. Whatever- so worth it.

Smiles from the South!

Smiles from the South!




Que the bad 70’s music. Deepen your voice.

Hey, girl. Are you ready?



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Night 1: Salmon with tomato ands shallots in a lemon sauce. Garlic quinoa. Parmesan roasted asparagus.

Night 2: Mojo rubbed grilled chicken. Mashed sweet potatoes. Parmesan roasted asparagus.


Salmon recipe

Garlic quinoa was from a mix. You add it to 1 1/2 cup boiling water, stir well and reduce to a simmer for 14-20 minutes or until all water has evaporated. Stir.

Parmesan roasted asparagus recipe

Mojo rubbed chicken is a chicken breast, pounded to half an inch thickness, then sprinkled with a mojo rub on one side. Put about 1 tbsp olive oil in a pan and turn stove top to medium heat. Once hot, place chicken on top and cook about 4 minutes per side.

I absolutely SWEAR by these rubs! I got them at a food convention in DC last year, and I’ve been obsessed ever since. Buy them here. Buy LOTS- you’ll be hooked.


Do you notice a trend in todays food porn? Yep, it’s smellpee. The amazing vegetable that tastes so amazing, yet makes you go “good Lord!” when you pee. Props to Daddy KineticKate for the name. Did you know that the smell is genetic? Not everyone is subjected to stinky urine after eating asparagus. If you are not graced with this phenomena, then chances are either your mother or father can’t smell it either. Go figure.

I smell it. It’s the smell of “yea, I ate some awesome asparagus, so what?”

Healthy food must make your body emissions smell funny. It’s kind of like when you drink a protein shake and then when you….

I’ll stop there.


The sun will come out, tomorrow

I’m feeling so much better. I have only been at this blog thing for a week and I have already taken it up and down through out my moods.

Yesterday night was a very, very hard night. I am so thankful for my amazingly supportive and loving husband who was with me every step of my self-doubt, anger and frustration.

Shout out picture to my husband: my forever rock star!

Shout out picture to my husband: my forever rock star!

His patience and words have finally seeped in, and I’m reminded today that this health journey is not about numbers on a scale or inches in clothing, but about how I feel.

I feel stronger.√

I feel more fit.√

I have more energy.√

I feel like a better me.√

That is all that matters. That is all that should ever matter.

Moving on:

I’ve decided to mix up my BAD A diet. I think it was starting to weigh on me a bit too much, which in turn made my brain scream “must see lower numbers!”. So now, I’m calling it the BAD A (CM) diet. Yep. Not as cool, but my whole being likes it better.

BAD A (CM) diet: Bread + Alcohol + Dessert Anonymous (Cheat Meal) diet

The important addition is that (Cheat Meal). I can’t keep depriving myself of the foods I love. I can’t keep saying “but if I eat that, I’ll get fat”. It simply is not true.

10 days – BAD A

1 day- Cheat meal

and repeat.

That one cheat meal every 10 days is not going to pack back on the pounds. Instead, it’s something to work towards.

“Man, I really hate this chicken and sweet potato right now. I feel like it’s all I eat. 5 more days to go, then it’s ‘Hello pizza night!'”

Now, don’t go nuts on Cheat Day. Don’t stuff your face with pasta, a slice of pizza, half a burger, a milkshake and a slice of cake. Eat what you love  in small portions. Reward yourself for those 10 days of great health.

This is such a journey. An always changing, shifting, rethinking journey.

It’s a beautiful thing.



Lowest day yet

Today marks the lowest day in my 1 month journey to fitness.

I got to the gym feeling great. So great that I decided today be the day I measured and weighed myself to compare to my amounts on day 1. Yes! I got this! Let’s see those low numbers, baby!

I open my folder expecting to see the number I had planted in my head as my starting weight. Where I got this number? I’m starting to wonder.

Staring back at me was a number that matched the number I am today. This can’t be right. I remember thinking to myself “I just want to see ___ on the scale and then I’ll start to know this is working!”. I saw that number the other day, which I now found out is the same number I started at on day one.

This is not happening.

This is not happening.

How is this possible? A month of no bread, no sugar (well, almost no sugar) and no alcohol. BAD A, remember?

No. no. This can’t be possible. Something must be wrong. My very accomplished trainer, who is also my husband…did I fail to mention that in a previous post? Well, ok, my trainer tells me that it’s possible after day 1 that my bad diet habits prior to BAD A hadn’t fully caught up with the scale yet, and that the number I had planted in my head as “day 1” number is quite possibly a real number that I saw.

I want to believe him. I want to believe that I’ve lost 5 pounds. I want to believe that after 4 weeks of depriving myself of the foods I love, and busting my ass at the gym, that I’ve lost pounds.

“But, Kate. It’s not just about pounds” some of you blog readers may be thinking.

While yes, you are right, they freaking help. That number is a concrete reminder that this is working. Yes- the measurement did tell me that I lost .5 inches in certain areas, but to me .5 could be ruler error. I want real numbers.

Am I being crazy? I keep repeating “don’t give up” to myself.

Don’t give up.


What the heck, brain?!

Let me walk you through my dreams last night. Not one bit of this is exaggerated:

Dream 1: I was at some kind of milkshake/dessert/breakfast buffet place. I went for a raspberry danish with frosting on top. I put it back down. I then went over to this giant wall filled with milkshake machines. Different flavors- how cool! I picked the “cake batter cookie” flavor. Scarfed down.

Dream 2: I was in a beach house watching my cousin make macaroni and cheese. She was slowly melting the cheese over a huge platter of fresh macaroni. Then, as I watched in delightful horror, she sprinkled the platter with buttery bread crumbs. Oh, but don’t worry, I wasn’t allowed to eat any.

Dream 3: My mom tells me that we are going out for a family dinner and she could only order one dish for the whole table. Lasagna.

Dream 4: I’m eating a fried chicken wrap that is oozing with a yummy pesto mayo. The mayo drips out over my chin.

I literally wake up licking my chin. I can’t even make this up.

I. Licked. The.  Imaginary. Mayo. Off. My. Chin.

Is this the worst it gets? Have I reached the point of “your body is in complete 3 year old tantrum mode”? Is my stomach having WWIII with my brain at night? Can it please stop?

Oh, look. It’s lunch time. Maybe I should go back to sleep?



Cookie Monster

I did it. I fell off the wagon. The wagon galloped away as I sat in the dust, shoving cookies in my face and laughing manically.

I had 4 cookies. 4 shortbread stuffed with raspberry preserve cookies. It was like eating rainbows and unicorns. The heavens opened up and angels sang.

Then- an hour later, I felt horrible. Dang it. I fell off the wagon!

Shame spiral.

What’s a girl to do?

Shun sugar all day and hit the gym! I’m not doing it as punishment. I believe that if you use working out as punishment, you will lose any enjoyment from it. Instead, I’m doing it as motivation. Motivation to stop that shame spiral and motivation to stop any further cravings.

I know everyone falls sometimes. At least it wasn’t face first into a sheet cake…


Just say no

Funk lifted! Thank you, mall.

Today I’m heading out to have lunch with my two best girlfriends. The restaurant is one of my favorites, mostly for their insanely awesome warm and freshly baked bread that always accompanies your drinks. It’s paired with an olive oil dip that is drenched with spices and cheese. Yum, right?

BAD A says NO! Not yum. Don’t even think about it, girl. That bread is sudden diet death. Picture it sitting directly on your hips, staring up at you going “you can call me Mr. Muffin Top”.

Here is my tip. The best way to not eat that delicious bread at a restaurant:

Tell them no before they even bring it out. If you’re eating with friends, like I am, make sure this is ok with the table before you do the following.

Waiter: Would you like anything else to drink other than water?

You: (No, thank you) or (Yes, can I have…). Can I also not have the bread? Thank you.

((or, if you’re in a particularly spicy mood))

You: I don’t care what else you bring me, JUST NO BREAD!

…The first option insures you will not have spit in your food.

If your friends want the bread, the best option is a blind fold, holding your breath and nose plugs. Afraid you’ll look crazy? Try the option below:

See no evil, smell no evil.


In a funk

I’m in a funk. Sometimes the stresses of life settle in my brain, and they bring down my whole self. It’s draining, exhausting, and it’s only 10am.

I need to rise above this.

See website:

Ten Healthy Actions to Help Get Yourself out of a Funk

#6: Hug a tree: It’s raining outside. Ick. Next.

#7: Change your bed sheets: This list obviously doesn’t know my husband. I said 10am, remember? They will be occupied for another 2 hours. Next.

#4: Try a new recipe: Did that. Wish I had left overs. Next.

Ah…here we go.

#10: Paper yourself: ding ding ding!

Is it wrong that spending money gets me out of a funk? I’m sure to some, spending money puts them in the funk in the first place. Isn’t my funk and life stress right now really based around money?

Money. You’re ugly. But you buy me pretty things.

I have a new therapist, and her name is J. Crew.