Because, my friends, this is a “clean” drink that is far better for your brain, heart, muscles, GI tract, and bloodstream. And I bet you have the ingredients in your pantry right now…and if not, they are easy to procure!
No more this…Instead, let’s start measuring some apple cider vinegar. Say what? Yes, it’s true. This original recipe comes from No Meat Athlete, with two tablespoons apple cider vinegar. But after a children’s taste testing, I trimmed it down to one. Next, some maple syrup. Ah…now I’ve got you, right? And some salt. When you lick your arm after a run, do you taste the sweat? (you do lick your arm, right? 🙂 ) Your body needs to replace that salt (electrolytes!) Next: water and juice and that’s it! A little posing for the camera… Now put in fridge and watch the kids fill up their water bottles and play like champs!
Homemade Grape Gatorade
1 tablespoon apple cider vinegar
2 tablespoons pure maple syrup
1/4 teaspoon salt
4 cups water
2 cups 100% grape juice
Directions: stir it all together and gulp!
Do we really need Gatorade? No, not unless we’ve been exercising about two hours and sweating like fiends. Water is best before and during a sporting event, but after a hard workout, it’s nice to refuel quickly with something a little more flavorful. I’m not actually a huge grape juice fan, but with this recipe, I like it. I liked it better than the first time I made it with cranberry-pomegranate. Use whatever juice you like, but make sure it’s 100%; we don’t need to be adding any more sugary drinks to our diet.
Refrigerate overnight and the flavors will meld and mellow a bit.
Put in ice cube tray and pop them into water bottles the next day for some next-day fuel.
What to whip up for a ravenous group of 11-year-old soccer players? Can’t bring cupcakes, cheez-its, or goldfish crackers. No, they wanted me to speak about healthy snacks and feeling good. So… With ten minutes to spare, Brynne and I whipped up these almond-butter chocolate delights. Really, they were so easy. And they were gobbled up in seconds.
“Can I have the recipe?”
“Are there any more?”
“Can you bring more next week?”
I’ll try, my little soccer friends!
Loaded with tons of protein, energy carbs, and good fat, they’re also much cheaper and easier to make than my previous Protein Bites (which are still good but a little more time-consuming and pricier!)
Your next go-to snack?
Almond Butter and Chocolate-Chip Protein Bites
1/2 cup almond butter
1/4 cup honey
1 cup uncooked oatmeal
1 tablespoon coconut oil
1 teaspoon chia sees
1/3 cup unsweetened coconut flakes
1/2 cup chopped walnuts
1/4 cup mini chocolate chips
Makes about 12-14 protein balls.
Optional add-in: dried cherries or cranberries. Substitutions: I originally added cashews but some of us have a small and “down-there” annoying reaction to cashews…so I used walnuts. Almonds or any other nut also work! Don’t have almond butter? Peanut butter works, too.
It couldn’t be easier. Dump all ingredients into a bowl and stir until combined. For uniform balls, use a cookie scooper with your right hand and put the ball in your left hand to make it nice and smooth.
Or you can put the little ball into your child’s hand and have them form a nice little ball, which is what I ended up doing, followed by, hurry hurry roll that ball we have to go right this minute…!
Put in container and refrigerate for a 1/2 hour-1 hour (unless you’re running out the door.) If they feel a little wet? Add a little more substance like the coconut, oatmeal, or nuts. Too dry? Add a little more almond or peanut butter. Another option is to freeze and eat when you’d like to gnaw on something cold and hearty.
Want more energy? Want to feel good? Want to make your skin glow with goodness? Inspired by Laura at abeautifulplate.com, I jumped at the chance to blend me some orange ginger-splashed magic just in time for love day. Start with juicy oranges A beautiful yellow beet (much sweeter and more mild than red)
1 carrot plucked fresh from the garden…or the grocery store will do
1 Braeburn apple – yum!
A hunk of ginger, 2 inches thick
Orange Ginger Splashed Smoothie:
2 navel oranges
1 medium golden beet, peeled
1 carrot, scrubbed
1 Braeburn apple, cut
2-inch chunk of fresh ginger, peeled
1/2 to 1 cup water + handful of ice
Blend it all together and have a gulp of goodness (you know I fancy the vitamin for its superior blending capacity.) Who needs caffeine when you could have a smoothie to get going?
This recipe was inspired by pressed juice, meaning all the juice was squeezed out of the fruit and vegetables. But I prefer smoothies for several reasons: smoothies keep you full longer, they contain more nutrients especially fiber, there’s less waste, and they are much less time consuming to make than juicing. In addition, because of the fiber (the bulk), smoothies don’t hit your bloodstream so hard and fast like juices do, which means you have longer-lasting and more steady energy.
Convinced? Give it a try!
On Facebook, a friend asked, “isn’t that a lot of ginger?” Yes, it is! There is definitely a “zing” to this, which I like, but I’ve also acquired it. Ginger is terrific for gut health which is why I eat/drink so much of it. If you’re not a ginger fan, try less of it.
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A whole week without a post! That hasn’t happened in awhile. It was school vacation week this week. That’s my excuse. I feel I’ve been in the car driving kids around and cleaning the kitchen. I hope this isn’t a foreshadowing of the coming summer. It’s quite exhausting. I said to Gregor, “I have gotten nothing done this week!” But then I had to amend that statement b/c I have gotten a lot done. I’ve been a mom all week. More than usual with all of them home. I suppose my other little projects shouldn’t be the only things that count as “getting something done.”
“My whole life I have been complaining that my work was constantly interrupted, until I discovered that my interruptions were my work.” – Henri Nouwen
My children are my work, not my interruptions. Just like I always wanted.
I had no energy this week. I’m pretty sure of the culprit: Mr. McGregor. Ha ha. We call him that b/c we love Peter Rabbit so much. My husband is such a night owl. And I give in way too easy. But then I’m barely functioning the entire next day. We like to watch a show every night before bed but I always say, “before 9 o’clock!” But this week we’ve started shows at 10. And I’m a wreck! I write this down to remember why I sleep:
1) Child Abduction. My brain thrives on tragedy without sleep. Abduction is in my head with the finishing of John Hart’s new novel, The Last Child. It was very well-written but sad. Twins. Girl twin has gone missing. And I’m a twin and start freaking out a little bit and think…know…I would go absolutely crazy if I didn’t know where one of my children were. If they were snatched. Then this morning my alarm went off and Madeline McCann’s mother and father were being interviewed. It bolted me right out of bed. Brain turned right on. I think it’s genetic.
2) The weekly running mileage has severely suffered from the late nights. My goal is 20 miles a week. For a runner this is very manageable and actually considered a little “low.” I don’t care. It’s what I can do. But 3 days in a row I couldn’t get up in time before Gregor left for work. I had to do 7 miles this morning to meet my goal but I was so tired. I had to walk up both giant hills. Seriously? You don’t walk on a RUN! And then I couldn’t do the 7. I got home with 4.5. If you don’t run you are rolling your eyes, aren’t you? But if you do run you are shaking your head in shame. 🙂
3) Andrea (my sister) and I are putting together energy recipes. What do I got this week?? Nada. No energy to think about it. Irony.
4) When I am tired I start thinking I’m turning into my mother physically. She has a lot of chronic fatigue and fibromyalgia. Oh my gosh, I knew it would happen. It’s caught up with me. I could only hold it off so long…And just in case I forget – “I’m so tired,” I said the other night. “I think I have mono.” Gregor says, “Maybe you’re turning into your mother.”
5) When I’m tired this question plagues me: Am I “reaching my potential?” And what exactly is “my potential.” Shouldn’t I know by now?
So at 11pm when I made Gregor pull me off the couch before I fell asleep he said, “You just can’t party like a rockstar, can you?” It’s true. I can’t. I’m too tired. I need a 10 o’clock bedtime.
This guy on the other hand knows how to party like a rockstar:
Mr. Matt Nathanson spent the night this week before heading over to Proctor to eat some of Art’s rolls and Edna’s waffles. He arrived at our house at 1:15a.m., got up at 7, was mobbed on campus by the teenagers and their cameras and tweets – “Matt Nathanson is in my English class right now!” Took off for Manchester to play a show that night, then flew to Kentucky for another quick show before a 4 a.m. flight back to California. Whew. He’s a rockstar. We LOVE MATT!
But I was mortified because of our bathroom. I figured b/c the toilet upstairs is STILL leaking (yes I have the parts we just need to DO IT) Matt would use the downstairs bathroom. And remember I was really tired? so I didn’t even LOOK at the upstairs condition of things. But he said no big deal, he’d shower upstairs. Such an accommodating rockstar, that Matt.
See this door? We just barely got the entire bottom shaved off since it wouldn’t fit over the new tile. So the door wouldn’t even close. Matt had to angle it so no one could get it. Of course Brynne did. “There’s a boy in our shower,” she says. “Stay OUT!” I tell her.
After Matt left I went in and found the sink in disarray, toys on the floor, towels around the toilet just in case someone forgets and uses it. Oh yes, I was embarrassed because Matt is a clean rockstar. I know he is. And yet he keeps coming back to our house. Note to self: Work on hostess skills. Clean bathrooms. Even when tired.
I will say I did not drink any of the cold dark yummy energy juice in the form of Diet Coke. And no coffee. No jolt. But if I knew what a hangover felt like, I think it would be my mornings this week. What’s a wanna-be-rockstar girl to do? I think it’s sleep.