Monday, September 19, 2011
Don't skip the FAT!
A good friend recently directed me at a NZherald article which pointed out that due to our low fat dietary choices many adults are missing out on essential fat soluble nutrients (mainly vitamin A but probably D,E and K as well!) I've been reading lots about fat over the years and its not the big evil doer its been made out to be. There are a lot of benefits to be gained from fats, eliminate them from your diet at your peril.
So here's my super fat weekend breakfast salad thing.
1/2 avocado
2 strips of bacon
Poached egg
Tablespoon of cream fraiche to hold it all together.
Tuesday, September 06, 2011
Running should be free
I've taken up jogging again. I dream of being athletic and having confidence in the fitness of my body.
I dream that one day I will be able to join that spontaneous game of volleyball, that last minute hike through a national park, a fun run will be fun and at no point in time will I drop red faced to the ground gasping for breath pleading for everyone to "go on without me".
In the pursuit of that dream I run. I run slowly. I fly down hills, I inch up hills. I slowly pace along the flats.
All my favourite songs keep me company and the nike+ lady informs me how terribly I'm doing every 500m. Oooo I'm getting slower with each passing minute! Thanks for the update :D But its like having a running buddy, a mathematically gifted, slightly anal, robot running buddy.
I've been reading books about ultra marathon runners. My 5km circuit feels pretty ultramarathony to me already. But its inspiring stuff, as soon as I put down the book I went out for my most enjoyable run yet and even managed to plod all the way up mt doom (the last hill in my run, its about a kilometre of hell). I saw heaps of birds and even found myself smiling while running.
Turns out the runners that suffer the least amount of injuries have cheap shoes and do it for the love of it. Don't know if I'll ever Love it, but I think I can do the cheap shoes bit.
I dream that one day I will be able to join that spontaneous game of volleyball, that last minute hike through a national park, a fun run will be fun and at no point in time will I drop red faced to the ground gasping for breath pleading for everyone to "go on without me".
In the pursuit of that dream I run. I run slowly. I fly down hills, I inch up hills. I slowly pace along the flats.
All my favourite songs keep me company and the nike+ lady informs me how terribly I'm doing every 500m. Oooo I'm getting slower with each passing minute! Thanks for the update :D But its like having a running buddy, a mathematically gifted, slightly anal, robot running buddy.
I've been reading books about ultra marathon runners. My 5km circuit feels pretty ultramarathony to me already. But its inspiring stuff, as soon as I put down the book I went out for my most enjoyable run yet and even managed to plod all the way up mt doom (the last hill in my run, its about a kilometre of hell). I saw heaps of birds and even found myself smiling while running.
Turns out the runners that suffer the least amount of injuries have cheap shoes and do it for the love of it. Don't know if I'll ever Love it, but I think I can do the cheap shoes bit.
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