Blueberry Orange Oat Muffins

I LOVE BREAKFAST.

Yes, that had to be in all capitals.
Most mornings, I’m so busy before hurrying off to my HR job, that I drink Shakeology for breakfast and call it good. But sometimes, sometimes I come prepared. Today is one of those days. I made muffins!

I love muffins, but because we’re eating clean, it’s SO hard to find them in the store without so many processed ingredients. I have been pinning away on Pinterest all my favorite muffin ideas, and I stumbled across one by Chung-Ah at Damn Delicious. Blueberries, yum! Cinnamon, yes please! Orange, even better! And oats, my fave! This recipe was one I was going to be able to get behind.

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Those look amazing, right? THEY WERE. They were baking while we ate dinner and we were all counting down the minutes until we could just eat them up!

Want to give them a try? Here’s the recipe!

Blueberry Orange Oat Muffins
Prep Time : 20 minutes  Bake time : 18-20 minutes. Eating time : 1 minute or less

Ingredients:
1 cup organic whole wheat pastry flour
1 cup rolled oats
1/2 cup coconut sugar, pressed
1/2 tsp. cinnamon
1 tsp. baking powder
1/2 tsp. salt
1/2 tsp. baking soda
1/2 cup Earth Balance Olive Oil Buttery Spread (melted and cooled)
1 cup plain Greek yogurt
1 large brown egg
1 cup organic dried blueberries (not dehydrated)
1/4 cup unsweetened coconut flakes
zest of one small orange
Directions:

  • Preheat oven to 400 degrees F. Line a 12-cup standard muffin tin with paper liners; set aside.
  • In a large bowl, combine flour, oats, coconut sugar, cinnamon, baking powder, baking soda and salt.
  • In a large glass measuring cup or another bowl, whisk together butter, yogurt, egg and vanilla. Pour mixture over dry ingredients and stir using a rubber spatula just until moist. Add blueberries and orange zest and gently toss to combine.
  • Scoop the batter evenly into the muffin tray. Sprinkle with coconut flakes.
  • Place into oven and bake for 17-20 minutes, or until a tester inserted in the center comes out clean.
  • Remove from oven and cool on a wire rack.
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My Journey, My Story, My life.

Do you ever sit down and wonder where you would start if you wanted to tell them something important about you and your life? I do! I’m sitting at my kitchen table and wondering where in the heck I should start with the story of my weight loss journey.

I’ve never been happy with my body. As a kid, I was “normal-sized” whatever that means, and I thought that I was fat, like a ton of other kids out in the world. I hated the way I looked, and truly believed that I was ugly.

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But seriously though, look how cute and blonde I was!

When I was 14, I started purging and using laxatives to try to help myself control my weight, thinking that might be the “cure-all” for my body image issues. I was wrong. I didn’t lose weight, but I wasn’t gaining much and I considered that a victory.
This continued for well over 10 years, but we’ll get there.

When I was just 18 years old I became pregnant with my first daughter. I was 140 pounds when I conceived, and I told myself that when I was pregnant, bulimia was just going to have to wait. That was one smart thing I did! In the first 3 months, I was up to 185 pounds. I continued to binge eat, a behavior I learned from my eating disorder, and the weight piled on.
When I was 36 weeks pregnant, just 6 months after reaching 185 – I was 300 pounds, plus some. I was huge, there’s no mistaking that, but I was also miserable. I had developed preeclampsia, a disorder characterized by high blood pressure and fluid retention. At my doctor’s appointment, it was discovered I was passing protein in my urine, a sign my kidneys were not working properly. I was induced that day.

My daughter was born without trouble, luckily, although quite big for being only 36 weeks (almost 9 pounds!). I honestly believed I would walk out of the hospital back at 140 pounds. I know that makes me sound so stupid, so naive, but I had no idea what weight gain was truly like and how hard it would be to ever be “back to normal” again.

In the next several years, I gained and lost, and gained and lost, and gained and lost, a ton of weight. I was as high as 350 and down to 200, but I never, ever, was in a healthy weight range. My bulimia came back full force, and there were times I was purging 10 times a day.

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I was divorced when my daughter was 4, and again, packed on the pounds. About a year later I entered into an abusive relationship, where my partner would degrade me and say things like “If you weren’t so fat, I wouldn’t cheat on you” or “When I look at your stomach, I’m so repulsed. I want to puke.” At the time I was about 280 pounds. I promised myself I’d change (stupidly, for him). I worked out at the gym, I went for walks, I lost 40 pounds. Then I got pregnant. I was 240 when I got pregnant with my second daughter, and 265 when I gave birth. Again, for this pregnancy I stopped purging, but was smart enough to also stop binge eating.

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Four months later, he packed our belongings in garbage bags and set them in the front lawn and I was a single Mom again. I was stressed, I had no job, no money, nowhere to live. I ate, and ate, and ate. Within a few months I was up to 300 pounds again. Miserable. But I found a job, and an apartment, and we were making it. Things were settling down and I started to slowly go for walks with the kids and I lost about 20 pounds.

When my daughter was 10 months old, I met a guy (What, again!? Will I ever learn? Read on…). We were introduced through mutual friends, and I told him straight up that I wasn’t looking for a relationship, and I wasn’t going to put my kids through that again! He said he wasn’t looking for a relationship either, just a friend. So, we hung out, watched movies, drank beers, and he seemed to really like me for who I was, despite being 280 pounds, he got me.

Pretty soon we realized, “just friends” wasn’t going to cut it. We loved each other. Uh oh. I was terrified. Was this guy really in love with all 280 pounds of me?? I almost let me fear push him away. But he told me, encouraged me to start seeing me how HE saw me, as a gorgeous woman. So I did.

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And as I did, as cliché as it sounds, I learned that I wanted to take better care of myself. I started working out and eating better foods, and I cut down on my purging behaviors. I slowly started to lose weight. A year later I was about 250, and I decided to start the couch-to-5k running plan. That’s when the workout bug really hit me! I ran my first 5k just 2 months after stepping onto the pavement, and my first 10 just 3 months later! In just 6 months I was down to 180 pounds! I looked GREAT, I felt GREAT and I knew that my life was ROCKING!

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A month later I was pregnant. This isn’t supposed to be possible! My tubes were tied with my second daughter! How did this happen! It turns out my tubal didn’t heal correctly because I had a grapefruit sized blood clotted mass wrapped around it. We learned this pregnancy was implanted in the fallopian tube. I was in pain, physically and emotionally. I stopped running, stopped getting out of bed except to work, and started eating, and eating and eating. In the course of the 6 months following this, I had surgery (full hysterectomy to remove the damage), which kept me off my feet even when I was starting to feel better emotionally, my Mother passed away at just 51 years old, and then I had a second surgery to repair additional damage.

I was defeated, depressed, angry, and I had gained back almost all the weight I lost running. I was back to 260 pounds by August of 2014.
I knew I needed to do something. I was on antidepressants and they weren’t working. I was barely making it. I found T25 on a late night infomercial and decided to give it a try.
It was short and sweet and to the point, so I did it. Anyone can do 25 minutes a day, 5 days a week. That’s what Shaun T said in every workout, so I made it my mantra. And I did it.

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By January I was down to 225, and by March, 210.
I still have a long way to go. But I feel AMAZING. I can RUN, I can DANCE with my kids, play in the yard without getting winded. I’ve transitioned to clean eating, gmo and meat free (as much as possible. I mean, I do love chocolate…) and I am applying the laws of attraction to help CHANGE my life!

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I have about 60 pounds to go before I am out of the “overweight” range, and I am READY! Keep watching to see where I go next!

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Breaking in to the Blogosphere.

Hey everyone!

My name is Lorraine and I am a 29 year old from beautiful Colorado, where I have lived for the last 7 years!
I am a fun loving Mom to two daughters, Alyssa who is 10, and Olivia who is 4.
I have an AMAZING and loving husband, Marvin, and we’ve been married happily for 2 years now.

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I’ve never considered myself much of a “blogger” and I certainly never enjoyed writing in a journal when I was younger. This all slightly changed when I entered college 6 years ago and realized that I had a passion for creative writing (read: poetry). I still am not much for short stories or long narratives, but I can bust out a limerick with the best of them. Okay, not really. I don’t really like limericks, but I do enjoy free verse poetry and telling people about my life and my family, and a lot of times that’s done through writing.

My story started 10 years ago when I was pregnant with my first daughter. I was 18 and naive about what that really entailed. I went from 140 pounds to 300 in just  months. I thought as soon as my daughter was born I’d drop the weight and have no problem. Boy, was I WRONG.

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I kept that weight on (and off, and on, and off) for 9 years. I was 240 when I got pregnant with my second daughter and 260 when I gave birth to her. By her 1st birthday I was almost 300 pounds again. I ate to hide my depression, anxiety, and loneliness, like so many other people in this world.

Shortly before her first birthday I met this guy who just thought I was amazing. Single mother of two, morbidly obese, and fighting depression, but he saw through all of that to the heart of me. As I became happier and more in love with how my life was going, I realized quickly that I needed to make a CHANGE.
I couldn’t walk up the stairs to my apartment without being out of breath. I couldn’t play with my kids. Even vacuuming the house was hard for me.

I started walking. Slowly, short distances, but I was doing something. I then picked up on the Couch-to-5k program and ran my first 5k and 10k that summer. I did programs at home, Zumba and Pilates that I had found on YouTube. But it wasn’t until I found T25 that the pieces really started falling in to place. This was a workout I could do in 25 minutes, from my living room. I was psyched. I lost 30 pounds, then 10 more, then 10 more, and I was feeling good about myself!

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I’ve now lost over 100 pounds, and while I still have weight to lose I am confident and HAPPY with my life and my journey.

I’ve learned the value of clean eating, and recently decided to take the vegetarian route towards even healthier eating.
This blog will be a window into our world, our family, our food (mostly vegetarian) and our fitness! I’m glad to have you along the way!