Ingrid S. Greene
Communications Professional for the Wellness Industry


Snoring: Oh, The Joys of Marriage

The first time I heard my husband snore, I thought about the future of the relationship.  How could I live for the next 30-40 years with someone making loud noises next to me all night long? I wondered if it was too late to find someone else.

I decided to get married any way, but now I still need to put up with his nightly rants.  He doesn’t seem to mind the snoring because he sleeps right through it.

The good thing is that there are remedies on the market these days that can help me.  Often, I use a variety of solutions in one night.

First, I always have ear plugs within easy reach. These are not your standard ear plugs, but special ones that swimmers use to keep water out.  They stay put all night and block out the noise in a super duper way.

Next, I had him get a “binky” as we call it.  It’s a silicone piece that goes in his mouth and grabs his tongue so that it stays slightly outside of his lips all night.  This keeps the passage way open in his throat and stops the noise…most times.

After this, I force him to sleep on his left side.  For some reason, he snores less when he’s in the fetal position facing the left.  I don’t know the reasoning, but I’m not going to argue with the peace.

Lastly, I got him this head gear that straps below his chin and velcros on top of his scalp.  It’s super.  It looks strange, but it keeps everything in place all night.  They even made it flesh colored so you can’t see it very well.  I don’t care if I see it, I just don’t want to hear him.

Making Birthdays Spread The Whole Week

For my husband’s birthday this year, he needed a bunch of small items rather than one big item so I decided to go with the quantity route. He’s gotten a extra long titanium spoon for camping, a copper mug that he’s wanted for a long time, and some energy bars without sugar that he loves. Since giving him these items over a period of days was possible, I decided to do that.

What I’ve been finding is that we get to celebrate him now for a few days and not just on Saturday. It’s making each gift also more special because he has time to review it and treasure it rather than all the gifts shadowing each other. He’s also been able to enjoy using each gift every day leading up to his birthday which is creating even more excitement.

On Saturday, we’ll go to a party with some of his closest friends and I’m positive they will be toasting, roasting, and celebrating his life all evening (per the photo from our wedding last November). I’m glad that we’ve been able to celebrate a little bit each day together, and with our dog, at home. Although each item is small, each item has become bigger with a full day to honor it and him.

Spring Cleaning

A friend of mine told me recently that she does her spring cleaning by posting things for sale on eBay that she doesn’t use any longer. I thought that to be such a great idea.  She said that it’s very motivating to get things out the door when there is money coming in the door in return.

This month, I am hoping to do the same.  My husband and I keep saying that we are going to have a garage sale, but it’s been over a year and it still hasn’t happened.  We can’t seem to find the time on a Saturday morning.  I am going to take matters into my own hands and find the time during the week.

I’ll keep you posted on how it goes.  Before I start, I’m going to take a online course on how to best sell products on eBay.  I believe there are tricks to having a successful sales process and I want to get those things out the door.


If you’d like to learn too, I’m giving away a coupon for a free course!  Tweet “#IngridWins” and follow me on Twitter to enter (@ingridwellness).

Getting Into Fruit Crisps

As you may know, my husband doesn’t love to eat fruits and vegetables.  I find he can often go many days surviving on just protein and carbs.  Thus, recently I have been trying to get him to eat some fruits and veggies in any form.  My latest favorite recipe is anything having to do with a fruit crisp.

I have gone through three dozen apples in the last two weeks in this delectable baked dish.  I add minimal sugar and just let him eat up the oats and good vitamins.  Here is a recipe from Martha Stewart that I am going to try this week, plus try using some Yacan syrup to replace the sugar completely!

Plum Oatmeal Crisp


  • 1/2 cup plus 1 tablespoon all-purpose flour (spooned and leveled)
  • 1 cup plus 2 tablespoons packed light-brown sugar
  • 1/2 cup old-fashioned rolled oats (not quick-cooking)
  • 1/4 teaspoon salt
  • 1/2 cup (1 stick) cold unsalted butter, cut into small pieces
  • 2 1/2 pounds ripe plums (about 8), cut into 1-inch pieces


  1. Preheat oven to 375 degrees. In a medium bowl, stir together 1/2 cup flour, 1 cup sugar, oats, and salt. Using a pastry blender or two knives, cut in butter until coarse crumbs form.

  2. In a shallow 2-quart baking dish, toss plums with remaining 2 tablespoons sugar and 1 tablespoon flour; sprinkle with oat topping. Place dish on a rimmed baking sheet. Bake until topping is golden brown, 40 to 45 minutes. Let cool 20 minutes before serving.

Bad People In This World

My husband is often needing to do background checks on potential employees. He hires technicians in the construction business and he has unfortunately had some bad experiences with thieves and no-goodnicks. Thus, he has a report run on all applicants these days to ensure he’s not at risk when working with clients.

Last week, I had an opportunity to review a software that checks a phone for deleted messages, missed calls, photos, and a variety of other types of data. I thought that perhaps he could use it for his business in addition to the background checks, but in this situation, one has to have access to the phone to check it.The software is best used for when a parent wants to check on their teenage child to ensure they are not conversing with potential child molesters and/or when a spouse wants to see if their partner is having an affair.

When I read the information about the software and read reviews, I almost wanted to close my eyes so as not to see what was happening on the screen during a scary film. How awful to think that you have to “spy” on your child or spouse. These types of products are made for situations that no one ever really wants to be in. While reading, I could see that I was quickly closing the pages as fast as I could and I wanted to get as far from this product as I could. It was a very thorough software though if you are in the need for one of these reasons (

Unfortunately, there are bad things that happen in this world and there are bad people out there. I guess we should be glad that there are products out there to help protect us from them. I just hope I don’t have to use them very often, if ever.

Part Of The Bigger Picture

My husband is very selective about which photos we send to family, post to Facebook, etc. Not only does he want to make sure all participants look as good as possible, but he also wants to ensure the shot is appealing to the eye. It needs to be centered and have photographic traditional qualities.

I see his point, but sometimes I just want to get the shot out there. I want people to see the bright and shiny faces and get a feel for where we were. Thus, in our marriage, we’ve been learning to negotiate. I post less photos to Facebook, I let him take more photos, and he lets me send out more photos than he traditionally would.

This week we got a selfie stick which is something that I have been wanting for a long time. Now we can take lots more photos when we don’t have someone to click the button for us. I love it. Here we are trying it out. I’m sure he doesn’t love this photo, but I’m putting it in the bucket of photos that I’m allowed to post without much approval. It’s a small bucket, but it’s worth it because it’s part of the bigger picture, literally.

Trying out our new Selfie stick. He doesn't like pictures, but I try hard to convince him #newlyweds #marriage

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The Universe Finds The Ego Every Time

Yesterday, I had to laugh.  I was just about to leave to take an entrance exam for graduate school.  For the past few days before, I had been telling my husband how nervous I was, but how I traditionally do well on the quantitative part. He, on the other hands, hates these exams and although he is very smart and works with numbers all day, never looked forward to taking these exams.

Every day, we exchange information about things we do well and not so well, but as my nerves were getting the best of me, I perhaps had commented a few times about how I hoped to do as well in math as I had in past similar exams.  He tried to reassure me towards my goals, but I knew it wasn’t a favorite topic of his.

Then, just after I put my shoes on to leave for the exam, I scoured my bag for some last minute facial moisturizer.  I felt slightly dry and didn’t want any distractions.  I couldn’t find the one I usually use so I grabbed a new one.  I didn’t read the directions, but thought that if something said “oil”, it must be moisturizing.

As it turns out, I put the wrong type of oil on my face.  I used peppermint oil and as my husband watched me, he immediately knew that I was in trouble.  My face started to burn and my eyes started to sting so bad that I couldn’t open them.  How was I going to see the computer screen for my exam? How was I going to drive to the test center?

Very quickly, my husband poured some milk into a dish and had me put it all over my face.  Within minutes, the burning stopped and I could see again.  If he hadn’t been there, I would have had to cancel my exam, delay my application process, and lose $200.

This whole episode makes me laugh.  Just when my ego thinks it has a piece of the universe, the universe knocks it down on its knees.  It’s not that I was rubbing it in that I was sooooo talented at math, but one or two comments probably could have been skipped.

My husband is a lifesaver and for that, I will always be grateful. I will also use coconut oil to dilute the peppermint oil if I ever want to put it on my skin again.

These Boots Are Made For Walking…

Last month, I received a pair of gel insoles in the mail and it made me very happy.  I’m not one to sit around the house and thus I also need a good pair of walking shoes.  This is not to say that I don’t spend lots of quiet time alone, but very often I am out walking my dog, hoping around town to teach yoga, and doing errands as a new wife.

Every couple of months, I try and look at my schedule to see if I’m getting a good balance of all important items.  Am I eating right? Am I getting enough exercise? Am I spending enough time with my loved ones? I feel this self-evaluation is important because it makes me aware of something I am missing and/or something that I am overdoing.  Everything in moderation, they say.

Last December, I could see that I was working long hours on a consulting project, spending lots of time taking care of pre-Christmas tasks, and not getting enough time for my personal yoga practice.  In January, I took out a one-month membership at one of my favorite studios and I went every day.  I loved it.  I discovered new teachers and I felt stretched, fit, and more like myself.

At the end of the month, I decided that this part of my life was satiated and I didn’t have to go everyday.  I still loved to teach, as well as practice, but I was happy to prioritize my personal practice less and let something else fill it’s place.  Since then, I’ve been walking my dog more, going on vacation with my husband, and blogging more.

Everything in moderation feels right.  Phases come and go.  I recommend, keep your shoes on, but change the route that you take.

Getting Away, Conversation, and Choosing a Mate

It’s so awesome to get away.  Last weekend, my husband and I took a weekend escape to Yosemite National Park.  Not only was the park amazing, but I loved that our cell phones didn’t work and we had the perfect excuse to escape the world.

Most importantly, I also absolutely loved quality time with him, as well as our little dog.  Despite having my dog for three years and knowing my husband for almost two, there is still so much to learn from him.  On the trip up and back, I requested that we don’t listen to music or the radio, but that we just spend the five hours each way talking.  I felt happy as a pig in mud.

Along the way, we were able to discuss what is happening in our lives today, what happened before we met, and also what we hope to accomplish now in our future together. When I dreamed of getting married for those 12+ years, I imagined someone with whom I could have fun just sitting on a bench or sitting in the car.  I knew I didn’t want a relationship that relied on external activities or shared interests alone to support the union.

Thus, for this trip, when we left, I packed a lunch so we wouldn’t have to stop and I happily jumped into the car.  When we pulled into the park five hours later, I was not only excited to see that we had an excuse to turn off our cell phones, but also excited to know that I had chosen my husband wisely.

I Love To Sleep

My husband teases me that I sleep for amazingly long periods of time.  In reality, I think I sleep an average number of hours, but I never skimp. If I can’t get my eight hours, then I adjust my schedule so that I can get as close as I can.

Since we’ve been married, I have convinced him to turn off the television one to two hours earlier than he used to in his bachelor days.  In my opinion, good rest is better than what we hear in the media. Or when we travel and the room isn’t completely dark as the sun rises, I always ensure I have a quality sleeping mask so I stay asleep. This one is one of my favorites because it doesn’t let even one ray of sun in:

One day, I meditated on why I like going to bed early and why I highly prioritize it.  What came to me was that when I am asleep, good things happen.  I receive the mental nourishment I need to go out during the day to complete my tasks with kindness and compassion.  It makes me more genuine in my interactions and it allows me to think creatively.

To me, this made sense because in the few times that I didn’t get enough sleep, I was not so aware of others or able to pick up on subliminal messages.  My mother and I use the saying “we are so out of it” or “walking zombies” when we don’t get enough rest and I feel that explains it perfectly.  I can function and complete tasks by being on automatic pilot, but I certainly can’t come up with unique solutions and I often will create minor accidents in my path.

As my husband and I think about creating a family over the next year, I am not sure how I am going to adjust to being woken up multiple times during the night and living off “minimal sleep,” as my parent friends call it. I will just have to take it one day at time.  All I know now is that late-night television creates a zombie out of me.