Here it is! The grocery list, guide, and full recipes for all of the skin-healthy dishes I’ve been sharing with Sarah from @theskintervention on Instagram over the last few weeks.

If you want to make this as a one-day prep, it will take about an hour of shopping and 2-3 hours of prepping and cooking. I strongly recommend you read through everything before you begin. If you just want one of the recipes, scroll on down!

First things first: You’ll need groceries! You might have some of these things on hand already.

 

Produce

3-4 medium avocados
4 bell peppers
Small bag baby carrots
3 medium red onions
Cherry tomatoes
Button mushrooms
Fresh baby spinach
Cucumber
1.5 lbs baby potatoes (or any thin-skinned potatoes, just cube them first if they are big)
Broccoli (enough for 4 cups of florets)

Pantry

2 cans kidney beans
1 28oz can crushed or diced tomatoes
1 8oz can tomato sauce
1 can unsweetened full-fat coconut milk
Avocado oil (or other high-heat neutrally flavored oil)
Toasted sesame oil
Almond butter
Vanilla protein powder
Mayo
3.5 oz dark chocolate bar that you like (4oz would be fine)
Balsamic vinegar
Extra virgin olive oil
Soy sauce
Rice vinegar (you can substitute apple cider or white wine vinegar, just add a 1/4 tsp of honey as well)

Spices

Chili powder
Cumin
Garlic powder
Salt
Pepper

Fridge section

Hummus (or greek yogurt for pesto dip)
Prepared pesto (your favorite)
Eggs
Almond milk

Freezer section

Frozen blueberries

Meat

Full filet of salmon
1 lb ground beef or turkey
1 package bacon (10-12 oz usually)

 

Guidelines for one-day prep (should take 2-3 hours

1. Chop your veggies: onions and peppers for chili, pepper strips for snacks. Broccoli florets for salmon. Cucumber, mushroom and onion for salads. Set aside avocados for chili and salads.

2. Make the chocolate pudding in a bowl set over a pot of simmering water. Pour into ramekins and refrigerate.

3. Boil eggs in the pot you used to simmer water for the double boiler. Everyone has their own method for hard boiled eggs, but mine is best. Boil your water, add your eggs, set a timer for ten minutes, stop the cooking by running cold water into the pot until the water is entirely cool. Easy to peel, consistent results every time.

4. Make chili through step 4, let it simmer while you…

5. Preheat the oven to 425 for potatoes and broccoli, chop your bacon, unwrap your salmon and get it seasoned with salt and pepper and garlic powder. Get potatoes and broccoli roasting while you…

6. Make pesto dip if you wanna: 3T pesto, ½ cup greek yogurt, salt and pepper to taste. OR just buy some hummus for those veggie sticks.

7. Make balsamic pesto dressing

8. Make sesame dressing

9. Put bacon in the oven followed by salmon 12-14 minutes later. 

10. Assemble smoothie ingredients in jars or tubs (apart from the almond milk that stays liquid)

11. Check on the chili, taste it and salt. Let it cool, pack it up for later, reheat and eat within 3-5 days.

12. Set aside salmon and bacon for salads, have the rest for dinner THAT DAY with potatoes and broccoli and pesto.

 

Salted dark chocolate coconut milk pudding

1 3.5 oz bar of dark chocolate (go with one you wouldn’t mind eating straight)
1 can full fat coconut milk
Salt, to taste (plus flaky fancy stuff if you have it to decorate the top)
Optional: additional sweetener like stevia or just a teeny bit of plain old sugar

1. Melt chocolate in a bowl set over a small pot of gently simmering water (low heat).

2. Add melted chocolate to coconut milk in a blender or food processor and blend until well incorporated.

3. Taste for sweet/salty balance and divide evenly into 4 cups. Chill in the fridge for at least 4 hours.

4. Top with fancy salt right before serving (if you want).

 

Blueberry Almond Butter Smoothie

3 oz frozen almond milk (or whatever milk you like, about 4-5 regular cubes – this makes the smoothie thick like a frosty)
⅓ cup frozen blueberries
Small handful fresh spinach
1 T almond butter
1 scoop vanilla protein powder (your favorite)
½ cup almond milk (may need more depending on your blender)
Pinch of salt

1. Blend everything on low speed until incorporated.

2. Stop the blender and scrape everything down.

3. Blend again on higher speed until smooth.

 

Chili

2 medium onions
2 bell peppers (any color, I had a club pack so I used the red ones)
1-2 T olive oil or avocado oil (or any that is light in flavor, though I’ve used butter before and it’s good too)
2 t cumin
3 T chili powder
½ tsp garlic powder
1 lb ground beef or turkey
28 oz can diced or crushed tomatoes (I usually prefer crushed but used diced for these photos)
8 oz tomato sauce
2 15 oz cans of kidney beans (only lightly drained)
Salt to taste

1. Preheat a dutch oven or large pot over medium heat, saute onions and peppers in oil until translucent and lightly browned.

2. Add cumin, chili powder, garlic powder, and a good pinch of salt (you’ll add more salt at the end).

3. Add ground beef, cook and break up with a spoon until browned.

4. Add both cans of tomatoes and both cans of kidney beans. I like to leave most of the bean liquid in there because it’s magic and makes the chili thicker and more awesome.

5. Reduce the heat to low and simmer for at least an hour or until the chili is thick and reduced by about ¼-⅓. Taste and add salt to your liking.

 

Salmon with broccoli, potatoes, bacon, and pesto

1 package bacon, diced
1 full filet of salmon
About 1.5 lbs baby potatoes
About 4 cups broccoli florets
Avocado or other high-heat oil
Salt
Pepper
Garlic powder
Pesto

1. Preheat oven to 425F. Lay out baby potatoes on baking sheet and drizzle with oil. Sprinkle with salt and pepper and garlic powder. Roast potatoes 15 minutes.

2. Take the potatoes out of the oven and scoot them to one side of the pan. Add your broccoli to the pan, drizzle with oil, season with salt and pepper and put the baking sheet back in the oven for 20 minutes.

3. On a new baking sheet (or the same one if you’d rather reduce dishes, just put the potatoes and broccoli in a serving bowl) spread your diced bacon out in a single layer and roast for 12-14 minutes (thicker bacon will need a few more minutes).

4. Scoot your bacon to the outside of the pan and lay your salmon in the middle. Drizzle salmon with a tiny bit of oil (or some of that bacon fat) and season with salt, pepper, and garlic powder. Roast for 14-15 minutes for medium, 16-17 for well-done. (If you have a thermometer, 130 is medium and 140 is well done)

5. RESERVE AT LEAST HALF OF THE BACON AND SOME (⅓? reader’s call here) SALMON FOR SALADS (I know it hurts).

6. Serve salmon, potatoes, and broccoli topped with diced bacon and pesto

 

Sesame salmon salad

Dressing:
¼ cup mayo
2T almond butter
1T soy sauce
1T sesame oil
1T rice vinegar

Salad:
Spinach
Sliced cucumber
Sliced onion
Sliced avocado
Leftover salmon
Leftover bacon

Salmon needs to be eaten the next day after you cook it for it to taste good!

Dress about 3 cups spinach with a bit of sesame dressing. Top with cucumber, onion, salmon (leave cold or reheat in microwave for 30 seconds max), avocado, bacon, and more sesame dressing.

 

Spinach salad with balsamic pesto dressing

Dressing:
3T pesto
3T balsamic vinegar
2T olive oil
Salt and pepper to taste.

Salad:
Spinach
Sliced avocado
Sliced tomato
Sliced hard boiled egg
Sliced mushrooms
Sliced onion
Leftover crumbled bacon

Dress about 3 cups spinach with pesto dressing, top with avocado, tomato, sliced egg, mushroom, bacon, onion, and more balsamic dressing.

 

I have something to say. It’s off topic, uncharted waters for this blog, but it is important in my opinion.

So if you wanna know details and you aren’t afraid to get into some feelings, settle in. If not, come back later and we’ll talk about food.

TLDR: Sleep deprivation is dangerous, postpartum anxiety sucks, keep an eye on your loved ones having babies.

 

Kind of a big deal

So Margot’s birth ended up being one of those sort of eventful ones. I mean, I’ve heard of much worse, but it wasn’t nothing. I ended up having to be induced after about 2 weeks of “prodromal labor” which is where you start getting labor contractions but they go away on their own (usually every night when you lie down). When you’re induced they give you this drug called pitocin which can cause you to have irregular (i.e. hellish) contractions. I was able to make it through about 5 hours of those before I abandoned my hopes for a natural birth and got that sweet sweet epidural.

All this is to say I was pretty damn tired going into the delivery. Which was epic. Most women have to actively push their babies out for about 30-60 minutes (on the long side of things) but Margot had what’s called a “nuchal hand” which just means that her hand was up by her face and she refused to move it even while she was being born, which is ergonomically NOT IDEAL for birthing and which (I assume) is what caused my pushing phase to last THREE AND A HALF HOURS.

After she was out I hemorrhaged, tore, and the placenta didn’t come out in one piece. All of those things are bad, so I was pumped full of various drugs to make sure I stopped bleeding and didn’t get an infection. A couple of hours later I looked and felt like I had been hit by a truck.

The hospital where we delivered (which was wonderful, don’t get me wrong) has a “rooming in” policy which means that babies don’t get carted away to a nursery to sleep, they stay in the hospital room with their parents, which makes a lot of sense for bonding in those first hours. However, it also means that between making attempts to nurse, being checked for bleeding, and trying to keep the baby happy, Cody and I didn’t sleep more than 15 minutes at a time for the three days we were there.

The morning we were to be discharged, the overnight nurses insisted that we make a special exception to the “rooming in” rule because Cody and I were, in their words, “stupid tired” and they fed Margot some formula and took her away so we could sleep for 3 blessed hours. I wanted to stay another week because I was still so exhausted, but that’s not how it’s done here in the US. In fact, for less-eventful births, moms are usually discharged 24 hours after giving birth, which is mind-blowing to me.

So basically, childbirth is like surgery, but one from which the patient (mom) doesn’t get to recover properly. BECAUSE…

Nursing. Everyone agrees nursing is great. It’s free, it’s the best kind of nutrition for babies and helps to build their immune system, which is kind of important! But in order for a new mom to get her milk supply established, she has to nurse her baby and/or pump about every two hours. Which makes sleeping (and hence, recovering) difficult, even if the baby is a great sleeper, and even if latching and milk production are not a problem.

 

An ouroboros of hunger and unsleep

Margot was not a great sleeper. I assumed she was colicky and did my best to burp her often. For the first two months of her life, I would nurse her for 20 minutes on each side, change her, pat her, and try to get her to sleep over and over and over. At the most, she slept for about 40 minutes at a time. Which meant I didn’t sleep unless Cody was home and could take care of her while I slept. I was not letting Cody help at night during the work week because he was now our sole earner and I had a ton of anxiety about him being able to keep up at work. My choice there.

So I was constantly making difficult choices with my 40 minutes of Margot-sleep time: should I pump to help my pathetic milk supply? Eat something? Try to sleep for 30 minutes? Usually, I would pump for 20 minutes, wash the pump (so it would be dry and ready to use at the next cycle), and use the last 10 minutes to find something to eat. All day. Every day.

As you can probably imagine, I was not sleeping very much. At all. I was averaging about 2 hours total per day, broken into pieces. There were a few days where I got no sleep, and more than a few where I got 30 minutes or less. I thought it was just typical “newborn mom who is having a hard time nursing” stuff, and figured it would get better when I got better at producing enough milk.

You guys, it’s not normal to sleep that little. In fact, it’s dangerous.

I’ve done some reading on the topic, and one kid actually forced himself into a mental hospital after nearly 4 days of intentional sleeplessness. Doctors who specialize in sleep find it unethical to conduct sleep deprivation studies on humans, but rat studies have demonstrated actual death from sleep deprivation. Sleep deprivation is an effective interrogation tactic that was used by the CIA but it was later prohibited for being too severe. According to the handful of articles out there on new parent sleep, the average sleep LOSS is 2-3 hours per night for wakings and feedings. So if the average adult’s night of sleep is 8 hours, getting 5-6 hours (broken up, most likely) in the first months of a baby’s life would be about typical. Still not good, but maybe manageable for the short term.

The awful thing is that in the worst, most sleep-deprived days, I didn’t realize what damage I was doing. I felt overwhelmed and frustrated, couldn’t believe I was still functioning, but surprisingly kind of fine. I could keep my eyes open during the day, I startled wide awake any time Margot made a peep (even sometimes when she didn’t make any sound at all) and I was generally in spaced-out but even-tempered spirits. My body was running on adrenaline and like, microwaved burritos.

At the 2 month doctor appointment, the pediatrician told me Margot needed to eat more, but I was already feeding her around the clock, so I gave up on exclusively nursing and started supplementing with formula. Logically, this was my best option, and making sure a baby is properly fed is what matters, but I still had that irrational mom guilt over it.

Cody sent me to bed that night and Margot, finally stuffed for once (apparently it wasn’t colic, she was just starving), slept for 5 hours straight.

 

One step forward, two steps back

It wasn’t until I started sleeping more and trying to live like a normal human, shifting out of “survival mode” that depression started creeping in.

I developed postpartum depression and anxiety to the point that I started having repetitive, unwelcome thoughts about accidentally dropping Margot down the stairs. I would hug the opposite wall and carefully tiptoe any time I had to walk past them. I had thoughts about how nice it would be to just die in my sleep just so I could rest, escape, be done. Thankfully, I never got to the point of planning or actively thinking of taking my own life, but the thoughts I had were unsettling. I couldn’t believe that this relentless, menial, exhausting slog was my life now.

I was tired in my bones even after Margot started sleeping well and I could count on a solid 8 hours most nights. For almost the whole first year of Margot’s life, I was desperate for escape. The moment Cody got home from work every day I was in my bed or out the door, and when I returned I felt just as drained. I couldn’t physically or mentally relax when Margot and I were in the same room. I was jittery and SO irritable and waking up from a dead sleep in the middle of the night with my heart racing for no reason.

At the 6 month mark, my wimpy milk supply became unsatisfactory and Margot weaned herself completely. I was again irrationally guilt-ridden, but also glad to have my body back to myself. When my hormones tanked from the lack of nursing and I got even sadder, I realized that I needed to see a doctor for help. I was put on an anti-anxiety/antidepressant medication and referred to a therapist for counseling. Both helped a lot.

In therapy, I came to learn that those first sleepless months with Margot were much more impactful than I realized at the time. I was showing signs of trauma. It’s possible that the difficult birth played a part, but talking about those first sleepless months in therapy would make me feel panicky and this breathless sobbing would sneak up on me every time. My therapist explained that the dread that comes up when I think about what happened is my body’s way of telling me not to let that happen again – a defense mechanism that I did not consciously create.

Just last month I took down an instagram photo of Margot at 2 months old because she was so skinny and looking at it took me back in a way that was too tangible.  I’ve made a lot of progress and I don’t panic when I think about it now, but it’s still uncomfortable.

Margot is two now and I feel so much better. Getting to this place, where I want to DO things again was a lot of work, and I’m lucky I had the support and time to get here. It really wasn’t until the last 6 months that I started to feel like a person again. Wanting to accomplish things beyond showering and doing my hair.

I have more to say about how this whole saga has impacted my sense of self, but I’ll save that for later. My point with this post is to share my experience with sleep deprivation and encourage everyone to take it seriously.

 

So what can you actually do?

 

First of all, I just want to acknowledge that everyone is different and while our healthcare situation in the US does have some awareness of postpartum depression, I slipped through the cracks because my depression started later. Also, at no point did any healthcare professionals ask me if I was sleeping enough, or how much.

1. If you know someone who has a newborn, ask them if they are getting enough sleep. They will laugh at you, because they aren’t. “Enough sleep” is probably relative, but I’m going to go out on a limb and say a total 6 hours a day minimum, especially if it has been going on for more than a couple of weeks. If you have the ability to offer to help them for a few hours and insist that they sleep while you are there, do.

2. If you are a new mom flirting with serious sleep deprivation for the sake of your milk supply, consider backing off, at least temporarily. Let someone else feed your kid a bottle while you sleep for a few hours every day (if you can swing a whole night, do it). I understand that nursing is important to a lot of people. I will probably try to nurse again If I have any more kids, but having a baby that is flexible and willing to take a bottle will give you so much freedom. Your milk supply might even improve with a bit of rest.

3. If you are a new parent and people offer to help, try to accept. My mom flew to Maryland and stayed with Cody and me for two weeks after Margot was born, and I was actually able to get more like 4-5 hours of sleep on the days she was here. I was stupid not to keep her longer.

4. If you are a parent, remember that just because you might be “functioning” or not feeling sad or overwhelmed doesn’t mean you aren’t doing damage. When I was sleeping the least, my body compensated with cortisol and adrenaline and I wasn’t very emotional at all. I was tired and I couldn’t believe my body was still working, but I felt kind of fine/numb. I call that “survival mode” and it’s something to be very wary of.

5. If you are pregnant, read up on sleep training options and methods before baby arrives. I wasn’t planning on starting as early or going as hardcore as I ended up going, but Margot and I were both in a bad state of exhaustion. Googling sleep training articles during my precious 40 minute breaks was not my favorite activity, which is why I recommend doing it now. With sleep training, Margot started sleeping 8-10 hours straight per night by about the 4 month mark and 12 hours straight per night pretty predictably by 6 months. With naps during the day. It saved us both.

 

Obviously, everyone has to do what they are comfortable with and what works for their unique child, but like they say on airplanes, make sure you put your own mask on first.

I want to know what you guys have to say about postpartum sleep deprivation. Bring your stories, experiences, and opinions! I ain’t scared. I know my postpartum experience isn’t totally common but I can’t be the only one who got a taste of CIA-banned torture tactics.