Monthly Archives: March 2011
Actually, I haven’t always been a fan of sports. Growing up, I rarely looked forward to any sort of physical activity, and positively hated any sort of competitive game. I didn’t have friends who watched sports, and aside from my dad, I didn’t really know anyone who watched them. My dad had at times tried to explain a bit about the game, but I wasn’t ever truly interested, too far behind to actually understand what the hell was going on, and I didn’t think I could be a part of that world.
As in good movies and well written books, one finds that they can identify with the characters, and in doing so, they get engrossed in the storyline. Everything is more interesting when you can feel what others are going through, and can identify with the woes and satisfactions. At first glance, sports may seem a bit dull and simple, but with understanding of all its intricacies, and identifying with the struggle each community undertakes season after season, one begins to see what the fuss is about. It’s not really fuss, its actually passion. Now put that in a soap opera, and it will take a couple seconds to catch on, with sports, a little more investigation may be in order.
Growing up, I always felt a bit scared to hang out with those Jock types. I wanted to participate in sports in High School, but it was too late, and I didn’t feel the support to pursue these fantasies. So I dropped it. And when it came up again, year after year, I’d drop it again, and again. Well, as they said in Grease “If you can’t be an athelete, be an athletic supporter.” Hmmm…
I’d still like to pursue sports, and would love to play football one day, and I won’t ever truly give up that dream. I may put it down, but I always find I manage to spark that interest time and time again. In watching sports, baseball, football, hockey, basketball, I dream of being a player and having that joy of being good at athletics. I don’t need to be great. I just want to be a part of that passion, that love for being active, and that love for the sport.
I picked this recipe from my neighborhood cafe when I was living in San Francisco’s Richmond District.
A somewhat simple recipe, but well worth the little bit of effort to make sure all the ingredients are just right.
I like to make it for breakfast, but it’s also a good anytime snack.
Here’s what you’ll need:
- One Bagel, toasted (doesn’t matter which kind), I like the thin wheat ones. They have less calories, but are very filling.
- Hummus (just choose your favorite), I like them all, seriously, all hummus (hummi?… um… yeah… whatever) rocks… Although, if I could get my hands on some homemade hummus, I’d definitely use that.
- Three thin slices of cucumber (about an eighth of an inch thick)
- Alfalfa sprouts (a small handful)
- Little or no salt or pepper should be necessary…
Put them all together like so, and cut in half. That’s it… Like, that is it! Simple right? It’s sooo good, I urge you to try it.
It’s so uber yummy, and pretty healthy too! I find that even though I really don’t care for cucumbers, and like sprouts even less, I really like the combo. It’s a miracle that all these foods work together.
It’s always hard to find a good remix for those work yo a$$ off cardio days. I get sick of the same old radio edits, so I’m always looking for remixes and megamixes to get my booty movin.’ Turns out the best damn remix was right there on my favorite radio station (the 99.7 baby!)
Check out Movin 99.7 Bay Area/San Jose and Clinton Lee’s remix. There’s a download (see link below.) I’d say you’d have no problem burning a good 1,000 Calories listening to this.
If you like it, give him some props!
From Dr. Roizen and Dr. Oz’s book “You On A Diet,” the Doctors recommend that prior to eating at a buffet, you can limit the damage you do on your gut by eating a handful of nuts (preferably walnuts) and/or a cup of chicken broth. The fat from the nuts will help you feel full, and the broth will further make you think twice about going back for another helping. A little bloating can actually be a good thing! I love this trick, as it doesn’t involve starving myself, or shaming myself prior to and after the smorgasbord. It really makes sense, and allows me to participate in celebrations where I know the food consumption goes a little overboard. I can go and eat well, but not go crazy.
Thanks Doctors Roizen and Oz! ;-D
Check out this book! It is full of really cool tricks on how to stay healthy. It is the most practical diet out there, I swear!
Start with a brown rice cake
Put natural peanut butter on the top as evenly as you can
Slice a banana into 1/4 inch coins.
Mash on top of the peanut butter.
Drizzle with honey (as much as you want)
Sprinkle with Cinnamon
Add a nut or two in the middle
Add some berries on the side
And voila! The Crazy Banana. It’s not low-fat, but it is chock full of good healthy food. The natural peanut butter has no sugar added and is simply peanuts and water. The berries have antioxidants, the nuts and peanut butter have good fat, and will help you feel full and satiated, the cinnamon can help regulate blood sugar, the banana has potassium, and the brown rice cake has pretty much nothing in it, but helps the dessert stay together.
Anyway, it may look a little strange, but it makes me full, doesn’t give me stomach issues, is all natural, and, well, yummy!
And please let me know if you have a desert you would like to share. I’m always looking for more healthy recipes. Thanks!
“A self-serving, self-centered, and self-righteous son-of-a bitch!” That’s what they’ll call me. Who has the nerve to be so vain, so self-absorbed, and egotistical!?! They will say that I need to slow down. They will say that what I am doing isn’t right. They will judge, and sentence me with derision. How dare I step into the step into the spotlight willingly?! Pushing, crawling, and relentlessly seeking attention… I should be ashamed. I should feel oh so sorry. I should.
But I don’t.
Because I love who I am.
Is it so outrageous to take a picture of one’s self at the gym? Does this step outside what’s acceptable in the land of healthy self-esteem? Would it be better to leave my personal success with exercise alone, and leave it on my nightstand? Maybe, well, probably. But what’s wrong with taking stock in one’s happiness. I don’t even feel completely confident at the gym. There is always someone bigger, faster, stronger, and more self-assured. We’re I over-weight, being happy about a workout, and weight-loss results might be seen as good, positive, noble, even revered. Hell, I’d agree! I love to see others make their way to better health. I think that it is the hardest time when one starts out on a workout plan. Fighting the pain of pushing one’s self, fighting the loneliness of being alone in the struggle, fighting the heartache of feeling unloved and unattractive, and fighting the fear that you will not succeed (again) is not easy, and takes a lot of faith. It helps to take stock in one’s accomplishments… Why can’t I? I never was much for being self-confident, so is it okay to start? Can I like it, and show it? Or should I leave it to be seen only by me and my bedfellows, like my paintings, artwork, and secret tickle spots?
This picture was taken by my workout buddy, after about a good hard year of working out together. We ran a marathon together, and motivate each other. We provide each other with diversion and support. We took the time today to stop and say, great job us! Ha, we are doing it! It has been hard, but we persevered. With injuries, colds, and painful mornings, and a lot of learning experience, we always managed to help each other pull through. I owe him so much for that.
And even if I look like a chump, I feel like a champ. With another brave soul at the other end of the camera, I meet hardships and challenges with a laugh, a smile, occassionally a cry, must always with conviction and strength. The looks on the outside may not be at all like how the inside appears. But self-expression can show that one’s inner light is definitely shining bright. I thank the world for this picture, for when I see it, I will remember that I was happy all over.