refined sugar, banished

On Thursday January 7, I just said no to refined sugar. No cookies, candies, etc. Soft drinks aren’t a problem for me. Sugar addiction and emotional eating are.

I was feeling sick and awful. Bloated, in pain. Rampant asthma. Out of control. Stupid and sad. Not the good kind of older.

My asthma (should say ‘the asthma’-I don’t want to own it) was bad enough that I took off from work.

When I made the decision last Friday, there was no blinding light. I always know what’s best for my body, because I live with the results. It’s doing the right thing that has been so hard.

I haven’t precluded all processed foods; I allow myself honey in my Greek yogurt, maple syrup in my morning Nutrbullet shake. But that’s it.

The Nutribullet breakfast has been hard to arrange every morning, but I’m getting there. Thanks to the crockpot, rice cooker  and convection oven, lunch and dinner are super easy: quinoa in the rice cooker, chicken breasts with veggies in the crockpot , and roast veggies in the oven. I’m working on packaging up all the lunches at once, so it’s grab and go.

Now to better incorporate yoga/Pilates and weights into my schedule.

I also started using RescueTime  and Chronos to help track my time.

Speaking of which, time to head out into the day and get things done. My kind of snow day 🙂

Shit. An avocado.

What the hell am I supposed to do with this thing? It’s a round green brown ball of guilt. I have thrown away so many.

I approach them piled in the cheap supermarket. I am hopeful. I am discreet. I sidle past. I am filled with stupid shame that I didn’t grow up with them. I don’t find them familiar.

Yeah, yeah, of course I’ve had it in salads. Sliced, duh. Prepared. I didn’t have to do it.

It’s not the shape, either. Hell, I can rock an egg. Boil that sucker up, and just eat the yoke, because, boiled egg white, ugh.

Above my meaningless avocado discomfort, I remember being hungry.

Growing up hungry. Kids are starving elsewhere so you better eat your thing hungry.

And apparently this thing is good for me, for all my inflammation-prone cells. I am trying not to die. So, yeah.



joining the crazy ones

I love the ‘Here’s to the crazy ones‘  video. Gives me goosebumps to hear Steve’s voice stating something that he lived and believed, in his own way.

I have always felt like I’m supposed to contribute like a ‘crazy one’ but when I look back at the arc of my life, I think my serial lack of discipline has, up to now, kept me from achieving big wonderful things.

So I am rededicating myself to letting out my ‘crazy’. I do take steps in those directions: with the music I’m making with my band(s), with writing…but what’s missing is finishing one level completely, and moving to the next.

I need to navigate my musts: connecting with loved ones far and near, a very busy job, monitoring and working on my health,  improving my Japanese skills, taking care of other obligations, and incorporate the creative work I need to do.

With all of this in mind, I pulled out Chris Guillebeau’s ‘Annual Life Review‘. And in my down time this week, I’ll get started and share whatever might be helpful.