Food doesn’t just sustain life for me. Food is life. It can be the break in the clouds on a rainy day, or a joyful punctuation to a celebration. But why don’t I put recipes on my blog? Because I don’t really use them. Never have. I’ve always looked at cooking as jazz in the kitchen. Just go with the flow. I call it cooking with your senses.
Here’s how. Read more…
Dear Paleo community:
I’ve become a little bored with you. But let it be known that it’s not you, it’s me. And this is a good thing; we’re entering a new chapter in both of our lives, and I just feel like I’ve grown up. Matured. Don’t take it personally.
Joking aside, yes, the honeymoon period of clean eating and relentless workouts has come and gone. I find myself merely skimming the enormous volume of blog posts related to food, fitness, and all things lifestyle. Why? Read more…
Why do I workout? I had an in-depth conversation with my best friend, Jason, on this matter, and my reasoning actually went pretty deep. Because, really, if you see me workout it doesn’t look like I’m having fun.
To a random onlooker, I look psycho. I look super-determined. I yell and swear at myself to motivate myself to keep on going – a habit from the rugby training days when I was alone on a track banging it out. If I can’t handle a weight I often get upset with myself – once again for some deranged motivation. On the last rep, if it’s particularly difficult, I cry-max (much growling ensues). And at the end of a good workout all I want to do is lie on the floor and keep my food down. No wonder I prefer lifting in an empty gym.
The most influential teacher I had in high school was both my rugby coach and history teacher. It’s no wonder that my number one goal after graduating was to be a high school history and english professor, and a rugby coach on the side. One thing he said of all of his idioms, world views, and random musings still resonates within me to this day. His exact words elude me, but the meaning is still there.
Life is about practice (Now, mind you, he also told me that life was like a bar fight, but I save that story for the teams I coach). If you want to get stronger, lift. Run faster? Run. Get smarter? Study. Play the piano? Guess. I’ll give you a hint: it involves a set of black and white keys, your fingers, and hours each day sitting on a bench. You get the idea.
Yesterday was the farewell dinner for all exchange students here at the NHH. I also completely rocked at my Norwegian spoken exam, so things were quite peachy that day. Some key learning points from then:
- Paleo and Crossfit (and the Stronglifts 5×5) change your body composition in a wonderful way. I can lift and run twice as much as when I was even playing rugby, and I’m more compact, too. Strong and lean, no bulk. However, that brings me to my next point …
- I desperately need to update my wardrobe. It was formal attire to the dinner yesterday, and the $500 tailored suit that I had bought just a year ago (when I was decently skinny, too) felt like a swimming pool. Well, the shoulders fit perfectly, and the shirt I was wearing stretched across a much broader back. But now the jacket needs to be taken in on the sides – a lot. And the pants – oh, the pants. I know that they are a size 31 waist, bought specifically to fit my rugby thighs. That’s not really needed anymore. By my calculations I’m closer to a … 30 or even 29 now. I can fit a whole fist into the space between my wait and waistband. Lets hope a tailor can keep me from looking like I’m wearing hand-me-downs.
- My tolerance is still wonderfully strong. Though it may just be that my life as a student has transformed my liver into something of Herculean proportions. There was the rough equivalent of an open bar at the dinner (10 bottles of wine for a 12 person table). Who says that going Paleo makes you a one-shot-wonder? I’ve been pretty abstinent living here, and by my count I was very comfortably ensconced in the double-digits of drinks. But now my head hurts. Quite a bit.
And lastly, I am in exam mode. This is my manifesto. Just like my own silent promise to myself to get into the best shape of my life, I declare this: I will destroy this last set of exams. The TA marking my papers will weep tears of joy as they lovingly etch an “A” onto the front page. And if that’s not possible, it damn well won’t be from a lack of trying on my part.
Exams, that is. Today I sat my Norwegian exam. Surprisingly, it was incredibly fun. However, I did mix up the difference between var, the preteritum conjugation of være, with vår, the singular possessive of “us”. Thankfully, even if I am penalized for ever single instance of that mistake, and doubling that number to take into account other mistakes, and I will still come out of the exam with an 80%. And this is a pass/fail course, did I mention? Smooth sailing, as long as I can gab in Norwegian for 10 minutes tomorrow. As a paleo-goer, can I still say “piece of cake”?
How about “shot of whiskey” or “rack of lamb”?
Kanskje skal vi sees i morgen.
Well, dear readers, it’s certainly been a while. Truth be told, I’m in a funk. The doldrums of creativity and motivation. Limbo. Whatever you call it, nothing has really gotten me jazzed in a while. I’m still sticking to Crossfit and the primal way of life, have no fear.
The root of the problem? I have some sort of activity-oriented ADD. I’ll do something with such an intense passion, then get … restless. New diet. New workout. New business idea. New recipe. New instrument. New book. New computer game. You get the idea. But here’s what I’ve accomplished since I’ve been gone: Read more…