The Answer to My (Grocery) Prayers – Door to Door Organics Giveaway

Remember last year when I went on that 30-day cleanse and started hallucinating about food? I’m not cleansing anymore, but the detox helped me realize how good I feel when I eat clean and organic.

However, if your grocery store is anything like mine, finding organic produce can be tricky.

Our grocery store has the majority of their organic fruits and vegetables tucked away in the back corner of the produce section. Shopping in that corner makes me feel like I have a dirty little secret, and even when I get there, I’m rarely impressed with the produce I find. Why do grocery stores insist on making it difficult to purchase clean, organic food?

Thankfully, I’ve found an easier solution – Door to Door Organics! It’s an organic produce subscription service that delivers organic fruits and veggies to my doorstep every week. It’s beyond awesome and has become the answer to my prayers.

The Answer to My (Grocery) Prayers - Door to Door Organics

 

Door to Door Organics provides a variety of box sizes, combinations, and delivery dates to help suit my family’s needs. I can choose all veggies, all fruit, or a combination of both. We chose the Bitty Box to come once a week, though we could change it to every other week if we wanted. This size is designed for 1-2 people, but I find that it suits our family of 4 just fine. And if we need to, we can always change our box size later, which is a great option for those weeks we might plan a cookout or party.

The customization of the service is a big selling point, and one of the things I love most about it. When I set up my profile, I was able to establish my preferences in fruits and veggies, and had the kids check out the extensive list of produce with me. We said yes to our standard staples (apples, bananas, oranges, kiwi, onions, potatoes, tomatoes, celery) and HECK YES to our favorites (sweet potatoes, carrots, berries).

But even more importantly, we were able to identify food we DON’T like (YUCK to rhubarb, leeks, brussels sprouts, etc.). This is a great option for families who have food allergies or sensitivities. While I don’t think it’s a guarantee that an item won’t appear in my order once in a while, so far, my orders have included foods that we eat on a regular basis.

And even if a stray okra or radish might show up in my order one week, there’s a very easy fix for this – substitutions! This is perhaps one of the most awesome features of the service. I can make up to five substitutions for the week, so if I see something in my order we don’t like or want, I can simply switch it out for something else.

Every Friday I get sent an email telling me what seasonal produce to expect in next week’s box. It’s a great planning tool! Taking a look at my order gives me ideas about what to plan for the week’s menu.

If a veggie is included that I have no idea how to use, before I make a substitution, I take a look at their recipe library and search by that specific vegetable to get some inspiration. There’s also a really useful planning tool on their site to help me map out the week and shop for other ingredients.

I also take a look at our week’s activities to see if I have enough fruit to pack for snacks, and can tweak my box a little to accommodate needing more apples for gymnastic practices, for instance. In essence, I use the service to both supply me with the regular produce we enjoy, but also to experience new ones we might not normally cook with.

There are also options to purchase other goods besides fruits and veggies. Need some Ezekiel bread? Just add it to my cart! Want some Applegate Organic turkey slices to make a sandwich with our beefsteak tomato and green leaf lettuce? They’ve got that, too. I find that these extras are comparatively priced to my local store, but better yet, can get them delivered to my front door.

My first box delivery was an exciting event in our household. Cracking open the first box should have been accompanied by the opening song to The Lion King.

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Our first box of goodies included: a bag of baby carrots, a couple of pears, apples grapefruits, kiwi and cucumbers; three bananas, three red-on-the-vine tomatoes; and a box of white mushrooms. Seriously, this is exactly what I would bring home from the grocery store, except the produce wouldn’t look as great, and I’d have to change out of my pajamas.

DTDO 1st box

Let me say here, too, that the produce tastes amazing! We have yet to bit in to something that wasn’t top rate. Even my husband, who’s not entirely on the organic bandwagon, has raved about how delicious his morning grapefruit is.

DTDO bounty

After being a subscriber for a couple of weeks, I’m not sure I ever want to shop at my local grocery store again. Door to Door Organics helps me maintain my clean eating, organic lifestyle and has made my hectic life a bit easier.

I’m so in love with this service, that I’m offering a fantastic giveaway! The kind folks at Door to Door Organics were generous enough to give one of you lucky readers a $50 gift certificate to use for their service!

For the chance to win this certificate, you’ll need to enter the Rafflecopter below by 11:59pm on Thursday, April . In order to redeem the gift certificate, you must live in Door to Door Organics delivery area, so you should first check to see if you’re in an area here: https://ohio.doortodoororganics.com/signup

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Those Door to Door Organic lovelies have also created a unique code specifically for my readers. Simply use the code FULLOFIT when subscribing to receive $10 off your first order. Again, you don’t need to live in Ohio to use the coupon code, but you will need to live within one of Door To Door Organics’ delivery area, and you can check your zip code at www.doortodoororganics.com.

This is a Door to Door Organics sponsored post, for which I received compensation.  However, all opinions are my own.

Kids and Weight

“Mommy, do you think I’m fat?”

Those words from my five year-old, uttered in a soft whisper of a bathroom stall as we changed in to her ballet tights and leotard, stopped me dead in my tracks.

“God, no!” I replied, and then quickly wanted to backtrack.

Not because I think my daughter is fat. She is anything BUT. However, I wanted to backtrack because I didn’t want to condone a belief that she should look to other people’s opinions to feel good about herself.

Kids and Weight

So, there I was, squatting in a bathroom stall, trying to figure out how to make sure my daughter had a positive self-image while I got her dressed.  Sometimes teachable moments happen when you least expect them, right?

Instead of trying to skirt the issue, I asked her if she thought she was fat. And thankfully, she said no.

Digging deeper, I asked why she asked that, and she just shrugged.

I still don’t know where this question came from. Maybe it was from a misplaced joke about full bellies after a big meal, and my daughter just grabbed hold of that thought and ran with it.

Or that time last year when a kid larger than my daughter made a comment about my daughter getting “fat”, because my daughter outgrew her 4T shirts. Because, you know, she was growing. Like little kids are supposed to.

Perhaps I’m blowing all of this out of proportion, or that I’m making too big a deal about this question she asked. I mean, she hasn’t brought it up again, and I doubt she sits around worrying about it since then. But I hate that my Kindergartner is questioning her body at such a young age. That she feels, even for a brief second, she might not be as perfect as she thought she was, or that I think she is.

I think some kids are just more fragile when it comes to their bodies than others. And because she’s a girl, I think the issue becomes exponentially more acute.  Those quick little “fat” comments, even though they may be made in jest, can plant seeds in young girls that root down deep, and there’s just no weed killer for that.

I know that my daughter loves her body. She’s not afraid to get in a bathing suit, and she loves every item of clothing you put on her, no matter how it fits. I’ve seen her checking herself out in the mirror when she’s in her undies before a bath. She likes what she sees. And I want to keep it that way. I don’t want any cheap shot to chip her confidence away.

But more importantly, I want to her to continue liking how she feels in her own skin. I want her to appreciate how strong she is, how good it feels to be active, and how nice it feels to eat healthy.

I know far too well from experience how your mind can mess you up. I’ve been so careful not to make remarks about my own weight, or have her see me scrutinize myself in front of a mirror. But even I fall prey to letting someone else’s comments get the best of me.

One day while driving to school, “All About That Bass” came on, and my son yelled from the backseat “Mom! This song is a good one for you!”

My first instinct was to get defensive. “What the hell? I know I’m not as lean and strong as I used to be, but is all my son sees when he looks at my body is a gigantic ass?” were the kind of thoughts ran through my head at that moment.

But after taking a beat, I realized that this was not how I wanted my daughter to see me react. My son was meaning this as a compliment, with no ill intent.  That even though I may be an apple-bottomed girl, I am strong, healthy, and, like Meghan Trainor explains, every inch of me is perfect. From the bottom to the top.

Just like my daughter.

 

Has your child ever asked you if you thought they were fat? If so, how did YOU handle it? I’d love to hear your answers in the comments section below!

Becoming a Toilet Southpaw

In just a few short weeks, I will be undergoing shoulder surgery for a busted rotator cuff.  Because nothing says “Happy 40th Birthday” better than surgery.

Back in December, I tweaked my shoulder trying to act younger and stronger than I really was.  The lesson I learned?  I’m old.

Toilet Southpaw

While I iced my shoulder religiously after the injury occurred, I never fully got rid of the pain.  After a round of physical therapy and months of rest, my right arm still doesn’t have full range of motion.  While I’m no longer in Yelping Out In Agony pain, this injury has certainly puts some limits on my lifestyle.

Taking off a bra results in wincing and muttered cursing.  Upper-body weight-bearing yoga postures feel unstable and shaky, like I’m trying to twerk but doing it wrong.  If I thought my throwing was pretty pathetic before my injury, it’s downright embarrassing now because my arm resists the follow-through.  I aim for my son, but the ball ends up in the bushes.

I’m over it.

An MRI revealed that I have a high-degree partial tear in one of my rotator cuff tendons.  And there’s probably a bone spur swimming around the pool party.   The options I were given were:

1. Just learn to deal with it

B) Get injections for years, or

III) Opt for surgery to repair the tendon and clean the shoulder out.

While this surgery isn’t required, I’m at a point now where I’m tired of feeling gimpy.  I want to be able to do fun activities with my kids like rock-climbing and not stress out that I’ll one day tear the whole tendon apart.

I worry that if I don’t take care of this now, it will only get worse as I get older.

So, August 16th I’ll be getting arthroscopic surgery to repair my tendon.  Afterwards, my shoulder will be immobilized from anywhere between one to four weeks.

ONE TO FOUR FRIGGIN’ WEEKS.

I’m hoping that with my incredible strength and youthfulness (note sarcasm here), recovery will fall in the short end of things.  But I won’t know how bad things are until they go in and take a lookie-look around.

Basically, I might just be useless for a while.  I won’t be able to drive, and luckily my husband won’t be traveling and will be available to help out with the kids.   The bonus?  I get a free pass on cleaning the house and will take a hiatus from my current title of Sherpa.  And I might be able to skip out on wiping my daughter’s butt for a while.

Score!

But then, I realized, how will I wipe my OWN BUTT?

I’m right-handed, and that delicate matter is handled by my dominant hand.  I have never, ever even attempted to wipe with my left hand.  Is it awkward and unsuccessful?  Will I need to resort to screaming on the toilet like a potty-training toddler?

“I’m DONE!!!!”

I’m close to my husband, but that is territory I’m not willing to embark upon together for at least another 30-40 years.

So, for the next couple of weeks, I’m going to have to start practicing performing that job with my left hand.  Because I like to be prepared.  And because I don’t like to ask for help.  Especially with my underwear around my ankles.

I will become the switch hitter of bathroom breaks.  The Ambidextrous Ass Wiper.  The Toilet Southpaw.

Ditto goes for brushing my teeth, eating, getting dressed, and generally feeling like a functioning human being.

I’m dreading giving up control over the cleanliness of my home.  I’m afraid my kids will get tired of me not being able to play with them.  I’m not looking forward to asking for help with simple tasks that I’ve been used to doing on my own for over three decades.

And having someone wipe my ass for me?

I’d like to feel youthful again, but not that youthful.