Day 1 – OTJ

19 03 2014

While drinking my chocolate why protein and almond milk shake, I hatch my idea to do a juice diet. What?


Blue Print Cold Pressed Juice Beverage
16 oz. / 100% Juice / Raw / Organic / Non-GMO
Kale, apple, ginger, romaine, spinach, cucumber, celery, parsley, lemon
110 calories/bottle

With “apple” so high on the list I was expecting that flavor to take over more than it does. As soon as I took the cap off this bottle of olive green stuff, the smell that came to mind was: BARN. The leafy greens in this concoction definitely dominate, followed closely by lemon. The thin consistency of this juice belies the fact that your brain expects straw and horse crap to fall into your mouth with each sip. That being said, I chugged this one as fast as I could to get rid of it. Blech.

And the price! Why go broke and abuse your tastebuds?

On The Juice

19 03 2014

So, I haven’t written since November of 2012… There have been many reasons why, but I’m sorry to report that one of them is that I’ve not been out making bacon. (That’ll be changing here shortly, with Spring upon us.) Life brings lots of changes, and I do like change, so more on the non-posting at a later date.

For now I thought I’d share with the world my foray into a juice cleanse diet. (Let’s call it what it really is, people.) Like many of my great ideas, this plan is not actually a plan. It’s more like an ill-conceived last-minute vacation and I thought I’d drag you along. What can go wrong?

I’ll state for the record that I know I am not overweight. Have I gained a few pounds over the winter? Yes — I do every year. This winter in particular was rough because the weather was crazy cold, and I moved to a house where it’s difficult to go on runs that leave from my front door (especially during solid months when snow is piled on what little shoulders exist on the road). That, coupled with a less-than-normal lifting schedule, and I’m feeling a bit…loose.

A few notes:
– I am not weighing in. I’m using my jeans (which have been a bit snug lately) as my gauge.
– I’ll continue to work out, despite what “they” say about not doing so.
– I normally eat very healthy meals during the day, but have succumbed to my comfort foods for lots of dinners during this long winter (i.e. pasta dishes, mashed potatoes, too much ground beef).
– I used to drink green smoothies for breakfast all the time, so I’m hoping the taste of some of these juices won’t be too unfamiliar (read: gross).

The plan is, to juice for breakfast and lunch, then eat a small sensible dinner. (Slim Fast commercials are ringing in my head…) And no alcohol. I am allowing myself my cup of tea with cream and sugar each morning, snacks of raw fruit or veggies only, and green tea and water throughout the day. I know this is not a true cleanse, but like anything else, I’m doing this my way.

Suggested reading: The Juice Cleanse: A Strange and Green Journey by Judith Newman on

Chocolate protein pancakes? Yes, please.

14 11 2012

By now y’all may have guessed that I love playing outdoors. But I’m also fairly obsessed with fitness and eating well.

Don’t get me wrong. I love cold beer


As I’ve gotten older I’m starting to like cooking a lot more, and I’m always trying to find ways to make comfort food recipes healthier.


I have fixed these suckers so many ways, and I think I’ve finally found a recipe that I can stick to. Everyone knows pancakes rock. They just aren’t good for you. Or rather, they don’t have any nutritional value. Plus, you’re hungry an hour after eating them.

Try these for a protein and fiber wallop after your morning workout. Your body will thank you.

Bacon Betty Protein Pancakes
1 serving
34.5g protein
13.4 g fiber
1.5g fat
210 calories

1 scoop protein powder (vanilla gives you a basic flavor)
2 tsp psyllium fiber
1/2 tsp baking powder
2 egg whites
1/4 cup plain Greek yogurt
Splash of water to thin out, add more if needed as you mix

Pour spoonfuls into a pan sprayed with cooking spray on medium heat. Hint: it’s easier to make silver dollar sized cakes so you can flip them without getting sloppy.

Add a few tablespoons of pumpkin purée and some pumpkin pie spice
Add small pieces of fruit, like bananas or blueberries
Use chocolate protein powder (see below)
Top with a drizzle of honey or agave syrup


There are a few chocolate chips in those. Oh, yes I did bitches. Breakfast is the best meal of the day, so make it good!

Can you smell it?

11 10 2012

During a weekend of rain, when there’s a break in the weather, we usually make a mad dash for church.


Last weekend church service was on Saturday. Not wanting to be shot by bow hunters, we set out for a trail a bit more separate from our usual spots.

The leaves are just beginning to change around here, but there are plenty on the ground and the recent rain had started to help them rot.

Can you smell it? If you are from the East Coast or have the privilege of living near a deciduous forest, you know just what I’m talking about.

Besides Barnegat Bay at low tide, nothing on earth beats the smell of decomposing oak and maple leaves. My opinion, of course.

Like a typical church service, this one lasted about an hour — just long enough to rejuvenate us and prepare us for the lazy Sunday to follow.


26 09 2012

Fall is always a time of transition for me. More so than Spring, I feel as if it’s a time of growth and new beginnings. I always seem to be more enthusiastic about starting new projects or exploring. You can probably chalk that up to the nostalgia I have every September for back-to-school…


Between now and last year at this same time, change has been plentiful for me. That being said, sometimes you can have too much of a good thing.

I decided after my last birthday that I was going to make many significant changes to my life — a few so drastic that some may have questioned my sanity. What that birthday made me realize was how quickly time passes. To me, 15 years had gone by in a shot, and I couldn’t bear to think about how disappointed I’d be if I let another 15 go by without being completely satisfied with the outcome. I can’t say I’ve developed a fuck-all attitude, but it’s pretty close. When it comes down to it, your life really is all about you.

(I promise I’ll stop being deep in a few sentences. Bear with me.)

The road has been pretty bumpy — some spots more like a rock garden that threatens to suck your front tire in at any second — but I’ve come out on the other side having grown from it.

Among the big changes was the decision to scale back the business I’ve owned full-time for seven years. Fifteen years of graphic design and art directing had lost their luster. (So had pitching, proposal-writing and chasing down grown adults to pay their bills.) In a random search, I found a job I thought was perfect. So I applied, interviewed and was offered a spot as a field service rep at an outdoor sales agency… Then I turned it down.

A current client of mine decided they also wanted to hire me, and my gut told me that was the way to go. I could maintain my free time since I wouldn’t be on the road for weeks at a time, I would still be working in the outdoor industry, and I could still continue to take on special projects through my branding firm. Sometimes all you need is a slight shift rather than a drastic change. Or just a longer transition period. But more on that another time.


This blog is also in transition. The reason my posts have been lagging is because I feel like any story I’d share would likely sound like a rewritten account of the last one. Which is why I’m going to start posting more often about things outside the realm of getting injured. (You’ll still be able to laugh at my mishaps though, because while I do my best not to get hurt, we all know that it is inevitable.)

I even get injured getting out of Jeeps.


I have come to realize — and accept — that I don’t love technical mountain biking. What with all of the roots and rocks and boulders and log piles, I’m barely able to actually ride my bike. I think I’ve given it a good shot. Four years later, I’m at the been-there-done-that stage with conquering that challenge. The root of the problem is my geography. Living in one of the meccas of East Coast technical riding, where is a girl to go for a simple cardio ride through the woods??

Thank god snowboarding season is around the corner.

True to Form

12 03 2012

With the temperature topping out at 69 degrees today – and in celebration of the first day of the year without socks – I had to break out the cruiser. I headed out for a quick ride around town to enjoy the sun granted to me by daylight saving time.

But not before I treated myself to this:

First of the year.

First of the year.


29 09 2011

When I started this blog I chose the name Bacon Betty as a way to make fun of my less-than-graceful nature on my mountain bike and snowboard. It’s true that I’ve collected a lot of bacon in my pursuit of adrenaline rushes…

The same knee, taking repeated abuse.

Now that I’m a little more seasoned, I’m not coming home as bloody (bruised, yes) as I once did. What remains, though, are scars.


My husband has a pretty serious one on the right side of his head. Like, 3 1/2″-long-with-a-chunk-of-skull-missing kind of serious. It came from a rock throwing battle when he was six, and he was on the losing end of a piece of cinderblock. To this day, he still can’t figure out how the other kid had such good aim from 50 yards away. He made his way home with a t-shirt pressed to his head and rang the doorbell instead of going in and dripping on the carpet. A conscientious trait that was evident in him, even as a kid.


Like the three I have on my brow bones. All collected before I was seven years old, they each have their own Bacon Betty story. #1 came from a tumble into a cast iron pot at a farmer’s market – blood everywhere and my parents being their non-freakout selves, assured the owners that I’d be fine. #2 is courtesy of a face plant down some steel-edged stairs. When my mom sat me on her lap and asked my dad if we should go get stitches, his reply was, “Nah. She’ll probably cover it up with eyeshadow when she’s older.” #3 was the only one that actually received medical attention, and happened in it’s own comical way. Who would guess you could fall off the toilet while reaching for some paper? My only advice: Beware of ceramic t.p. holders. I took those stitches without any anesthesia, by the way.

Those, surprisingly, are the extent of my facial scars. Since then, I’ve gathered countless others over my knees, ankles and hands, thanks to mountain biking and rock climbing.

It’s pretty unladylike when you’re rocking a sundress and your knees are peppered with deep red scars from repeatedly skinning the same spots. Couple those with the chain ring marks and line of bruises I often have up my calves, and you can imagine the questions I get. The looks on my girlfriends’ faces span from pity to disgust. My guy friends simply say, “Try to stay ON the bike.”

When I’m getting dressed or shaving my legs and notice a scar is still bright and commanding attention, I remember how I came by it. Reliving for a moment that time I charged ahead, only to lose grip on a sandy spot, smack my head on the ground and bust my knee on a rock, regaining composure as the other chicks rounded the bend behind me… Flying down a fire road, chasing my husband and my foot coming unclipped, pedal eating the inside of my ankle, and cracking up at my near disaster of launching into a dry creek bed…


(AP Photo/Chris Carlson)

They symbolize scary and sad things to most people, but to me symbolize strength and character and adventure. When I think of my eyebrow scars now, they represent the philosophy my dad instilled in me regarding injury (and a great philosophy for life in general, actually) – shake it off. If it’s not broken, it’s nothing to worry about.

Carry on having fun.


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