Okay, so today was different and it changes things. Breakfast, since I worked out first thing this morning, was a Bananarama smoothie from Keva Juice, which is my favorite (of the actually healthy ones; my faaaavorite is the chocolate peanut butter!). Anyway, I had some stuff to do with a bridesmaid’s dress today and while I thought that was going to be a huge frustration, it was painless.
Then I came home and decided it was really time to get cleaning! To be honest, I don’t remember lunch, because I was fizzing around, packing for our big move. I have a bunch of pictures of our apartment that I took right before we got started; I think it’ll be the first time I’m a little bit sad to leave an apartment. This is mine and Joe’s honeymoon home, essentially, and it has served us really well. Luckily, we’re moving into a place that is very much like the one we have now, and adding on some square footage and some roomies. Anyway, the packing is going really well- I don’t think I usually get this much of a jump on it. We’re beginning the actual move Thursday and have until Monday afternoon to get out.
In the midst of it, I was sitting down, and Joe said, “What do you want to do?” And all I could think of was, “Eat bread!” He wasn’t really asking about food. Then we had a discussion that maybe it would be alright if we kept the same tenets of this cleanse, but if we really want to do a different food, we should just do it in moderation, and even sparingly. Well, I wasn’t in any rush to actually fall off the wagon, so it’s not like I needed bread right then. Joe went around to a few places to ask for boxes for packing, and one place was Starbucks. He called me and asked if I wanted something… and I asked for a “tiiiiiiiiiny chai”. That was enough to get me going, but to be honest, the crash afterward was annoying enough to not feel like I need another one tomorrow. Even just being off caffeine for five days made me feel that different. Interesting.
So, after hours of packing and really, just throwing out accumulated crap, Joe decided he wanted a solstice meal. He and his family actually celebrate solstices a little more regularly than the average American family (which is to say they’ve done it at least once!). So he decided he’d roast some beets, get some BREAD, and make tomato soup.
Beets are highly underrated. I’m not going to go into the health benefits (vitamin C!!), but what a lot of people think is that beets are for old people from the old country making their borscht. If you do it this way, it’ll taste like a garden! The way we like to do beets is roasting them in olive oil with sea salt and ground pepper in the oven at 400 degrees Fahrenheit for 40 minutes. After roasting is done, let them cool (running them under water always works), and peel them. It should be easy if they’ve roasted long enough. Then we usually toss them with balsamic vinegar and fresh basil! Yum!
The tomato soup was also interesting tonight; Joe decided to give it an Indian kick. Firstly, Campbell’s tomato soup is always a decent starting place, but adding spices is way more fun. So to add to the Campbell’s base, Joe diced up some ginger root, and threw in curry powder, tumeric, ground pepper, and some chile pepper. The ginger root was really strange to me, but I loved the curry powder and tumeric in it. And the ginger root flavor was fine; the problem was that the diced ginger had a tendency to clump up, and that was not pleasant to take a bite of.
Anyway, I guess I have to admit that we didn’t follow through with the cleanse, but it doesn’t feel like a complete loss (I didn’t fall off the wagon, I kindly asked them to pull over and let me get out). After eating the bread tonight (ciabatta, yum!), I felt like a heavy pit was settling in my stomach. I usually power on through that when I’m used to heavier, perhaps more toxic, foods. However, it only took a little bread to get me to stop. Like I said; moderation. Joe and I also went on a brisk walk following dinner to get that bread going through our systems… but let’s just say I’m mostly still sticking to the rules and trying new foods!
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Breakfast was amazing today! I did my friend Talia’s recipe for a better version of oatmeal, since I couldn’t stand it the first time. I boiled a banana and mushed it up in milk and water; once it was mostly dissolved, I threw in the oats and some cinnamon. Joe thought it tasted like banana bread, “but without the fat and sugar”. Talia then informed me that she likes to throw in a bit of almond butter too, which I will DEFINITELY do next time; also, Joe thinks maybe we should cut out the water and go with just milk for a creamier consistency.
We went home to Alamogordo today so that I could wish JR a happy Father’s Day. It wasn’t much of a big deal, except that my parents’ diet (and most people’s, for that matter) does not comply with our cleanse rules. So they went out for lunch while Joe and I stayed home and made some good old canned tomato soup. To give it some kick, we added dried basil leaf, lemon pepper, ground pepper, a dash of salt, and for the proverbial win, chile powder! The chile powder gave it an extra kick that I highly recommend!
Well the afternoon dragged on as we watched the Brazil-Cote d’Ivoire game, which unraveled there at the end. Kaka didn’t deserve that second yellow card, but he was kind of being an ass. I began to get even hungrier, and my parents’ house was a hotbed of temptation! While there last week, I made a strawberry cake for my sister, who can only eat blended foods but is also experiencing intense cravings- and half of the cake is still left over! Also, my parents are never short on chips or crackers, and I began to get hungrier the longer I stayed. So eventually I decided we had to leave so we could come home and eat the food in our own refrigerator, all bought for the purpose of the cleanse.
Tonight’s dinner was simple; leftover turkey breast. Joe cut up a yellow bell pepper and used it as a sort of taco shell for the turkey meat; even though I like both ingredients, I found the combination pretty disgusting. Also, I went out and got a couple of those Bluffin’ Muffin smoothies I mentioned yesterday for Joe and me.
I can’t wait to eat wheat products!!!
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Last night’s dinner was something a little more up my alley, but less adventurous- potato wedges baked in olive oil with a bit of salt, as well as some chili powder and curry. We also ended up at Keva Juice for smoothies, and I decided to try one of their two low-glycemic index smoothies, the Bluffin’ Muffin. It is amazing, and I want one every day! It’s very simple: non-fat milk, no-sugar added ice cream (or more likely, frozen yogurt), blueberries… and that’s basically it! They also throw in a bunch more supplements for good measure. I was disappointed that I had only gotten the smallest size of it.
Well, we eventually went to bed at a reasonable time to me (around 11), which I was making a concerted effort to do because the cleanse directions talk about how important it is to get into that circadian rhythm. But at about 2:30am, some guy out in the parking lot yells a very abbreviated and violent “AAAHHH!”, right outside our open window. I usually insist on an open window in the summer. So I blearily got up to see what was happening outside and found a group of four or five people standing around out there. Usually, if I go out there on our balcony and stay there and look ominous, they get freaked out and leave. The group sounded like they wanted to leave, but there was no rush.
So I thought I’d try to ignore it, and I rolled around in bed for another hour. In that time, I hear a police car come by and ask if they’ve seen a man in a white tank top. They all said no, and the car drove away. Then the four start yelling at the fifth guy that they want to leave for their next hangout destination, and the fifth starts yelling back at them that the cops are sure to be waiting around the corner for him, and he wanted to wait it out another 15 minutes. Getting frustrated, I came out to the balcony again and watched the four, who noticed me there, getting more antsy. Eventually they decided to leave without him, but before they did, I noticed that the fifth guy was talking to some of my downstairs neighbors, mere feet from my window! He was telling them of his crimes and transgressions and run-ins with the cops.
I wanted to yell, “Hey asshole, if you’re hiding from the cops, maybe you shouldn’t be talking about it in the middle of a well-lit, otherwise quiet parking lot?” Instead I said, “Excuse me, I’m trying to sleep with my window open and I can hear EVERYTHING you guys are saying. Please keep it down; I can hear everything above a whisper.” They apologized profusely. But then, they never really stopped. At about 4am, I was forced to close the bedroom window. In hindsight, I should have called our security or the police; I just think it’s a jerk thing to have to do. Then again, I am moving out this week…
Anyway, I didn’t wake up until 10am because of that whole episode, when I’ve been shooting for 8am. Breakfast was basically shot for me, so I just ate a banana with almond butter, which was definitely amazing. Then I began to feel very sick. I have a digestive condition, which I won’t get into specifics about, but from time to time it leaves me in a bad way. So basically, I didn’t very much for the middle portion of the day. I ended up sleeping off a cold sweat/fever thing for a few hours, after which I began to feel better. Being very hungry and feeling very empty, given options from Joe, I chose the turkey breast to be cooked up. Additionally, I decided I wanted to make a strawberry spinach salad. I made my own dressing from a very-altered base recipe that I found online. It was a success!
Strawberry Spinach “Dressing”:
1/4 cup olive oil
2 tbsp balsamic vinegar
1-1/2 poppy seeds
1/4 tsp paprika
The slightest dash of brown sugar (bad! I know!)
Raw pecan halves
Ideas for future use: fresh ground pepper; lemon juice; lime juice
I feel like I am lighter, even if I’m not in actuality. I am enjoying the positive way I can think about my diet; I haven’t fallen off the wagon or anything and that’s a good feeling. I can’t say I feel too physically different yet, with the exception of the weird fever I had today. That’s gone now and I think I’ll be good for a while again. I think part of the reason I got sick was the drastic change in my diet catching up with me; any time my system recognizes the change, I get queasy and have to convince my body that everything is fine. So, all in all, I think tomorrow I’ll feel great.
Joe’s been playing a lot of Oregon Trail online though, and damn if I haven’t contracted typhoid nearly 7 times in 2 games!
Alright, I’ll give you the quick and dirty. Yesterday, I had oatmeal for breakfast- which I’ve tried on multiple occasions, but definitely don’t like. A friend of mine gave me ideas on a new way to do it with banana, which I’m actually looking forward to. The mid-morning snack was apple and almond butter. Lunch was a salad from subway, and my own mid-afternoon snack was some baked chips (definitely pushing the limits of my rules there).
Finally, we had a potato curry for dinner (ew, peas! everything else was yummy), and after a workout, we treated ourselves to a high-glycemic index smoothie from Keva Juice. I felt pretty fine all day, although Joe was suffering from a lack of caffeine.
Today, I woke up and didn’t immediately eat or stretch, both of which are important for all of this. Eventually I got some cottage cheese. We went to see Toy Story 3 and had popcorn, and then came home and had some chicken.
I started feeling pretty terrible when we got out of the movie and now, after a long nap, am feeling more sluggish than I have in a while. Joe told me offhandedly today that it takes about 3 days to get used to this, and then I should be acclimated. I hope that is the case, because I definitely have no energy right now. That’s definitely my biggest complaint. I’m used to way more carbs in a day, and I’ve barely had any compared to my usual.
Last night I got drunk alone, as Joe fell asleep really early. So I decided to do some research, and one of my health problems (which I do not care to divulge) is firstly and best attacked through a clean diet. Link after link led me to the conclusion that I should really “cleanse” or “detox” - I’m not really sure if there’s a difference between the two. If there is, I apologize. Anyway, I found that if I was willing to dedicate myself to a clean diet for at least two weeks, I’d feel a lot better about myself. I drunkenly sent an email with the link to a great cleanse program to Joe, wishing to hold myself to the idea (knowing I’d brush it off in the morning if Joe didn’t hold me to it too).
This morning, my phone awoke me with a response from Joe, who was already at the office. He thought that despite a few holes in the website’s logic, it was really a good idea. See, I recently had a sort of emotional meltdown, which Joe had to watch- I think he understands better than anyone that I need to feel better about myself. He pushed me to pursue it in the hopes that I’d begin getting out of this rut. Although I love quite a lot of my life, I’m avoiding very big, very serious parts of it. If I felt better about myself, maybe I’d actually do something about the bigger issues.
I have one of the worst diets a young adult - past her prime in the ability to eat whatever she wants - could possibly have. I prefer fried foods, butter, cheeses, salt, oils, caffeine, and alcohol. Could I possibly have a more toxic diet?? The average American is addicted to high sodium levels, so I don’t blame myself- but one of the things I’ve always felt holds me back is the fact that I’m a supertaster. A supertaster supposedly has more tastebuds (although they’re not positive that that is the cause of it; it’s just correlated), and tends to find that extreme flavors like bitterness, sourness, and sweetness are huge turn-offs. In fact, even a hint of “bitter” for me tends to turn me away, with one major exception: dark chocolate. This leads me to believe that somewhere down the line, I’ll learn to like bitter foods. But something I read recently said that supertasters prefer saltiness more than regular tasters, which may explain a lot of my bad eating behavior.
Thus, Joe and I have decided to do something about all this. We’re cutting out:
Condiments (basically all of them, except for *possibly* mustard)
Oils (except olive oil, which is acceptable)
Dairy products (milk, butter, creams; although one major exception we’re making is occasional cheese!)
Some fruits (cut back; not out)
Anything highly processed (this will be difficult: most breads, white rice)
I’m going to try to accept a smaller amount of salt. This will be difficult, considering how many bitter foods we’ll be eating, and how often I tend to use salt to cancel out bitterness.
I am always terrified of the vegetables and “strange” foods I eat when I go to visit Joe’s family or more anyone who is more vegetable-oriented. But the truth is that even though I might not have liked the flavor or the texture, I can eat it. Somehow, I always get it down and it stays down; it’s not as if that food is so abhorrent that I can’t stomach it. And the important piece of it all is that when I leave Joe’s family’s house, I always feel more healthy than when I first arrived there. I wish I could feel like this all the time, and I feel like I’m at a turning point at which I can do it. I want to cook more, and I want to be healthy; before, I cared a lot less.
However, we’re not starting until tomorrow. I hope to bring you photos of our interesting cleanse-meals. They’ll be potentially great photos, because healthy food is COLORFUL! Tonight we had a “last meal” of sorts, in order to get certain things out of our systems. Also, we could afford it, since we’ll be saving so much by cooking at home for the next few days. Tonight, our meal was our absolute favorite together- in fact, I know Joe and I are perfect for each other because of how much we both love this. We got an “organic rustic French” bread, brie cheese, 70% coca dark chocolate, and an Oregon pinot noir by the name of “Erath”. We accompanied the bread with our favorite mix of a very special extra virgin olive oil, crushed garlic, salt, pepper, and of course, balsamic vinegar. Here’s a photo for your viewing pleasure (and nostalgia’s sake, for me in the next two weeks!).
I have every intention of making it the full two weeks, if not more. I really am sick of having such bad habits. Wine will make a full return to my diet nearly immediately; however, I do need to drink less of it. Not that I’ll resist when offered. We’ll be going to Oregon in the last days of our cleanse, and if we can keep it up til then, I don’t see any reason for us to stop. Oregon has a much better selection for vegetables and fruits, and like I said, I always eat more healthily at the Peterson household. My goal is to learn to like this food so much that I can make a real-life diet out of it. Especially now that I’ve decided to blog about it; the more vocal about it I am, the more I have to uphold it!
What is the best form of government for the war-torn Star Wars galaxy?
Upon viewing Star Wars: A New Hope for the first time, we are led to believe that the worst kind of government has taken hold of the galaxy. The evil Emperor rules with an iron fist - which, incidentally, is Darth Vader - and the rebels must fight against it. Ultimately, it is a good thing that the Empire was defeated, due to questionable tactics including conscription and lack of basic fair trial rights. However, it is clear that the republic model doesn’t work, either. The prequel movies and books that follow Return of the Jedi show us time and time again that the intergalactic system is thousands of times more anarchic than the United Nations’ global system.
As many of the planets of the intergalactic system have agreed to some sort of overarching government (therefore ruling out the idea of disbanding their intergalactic government), a government needs to be in place that has more control than a basic republic. The most efficient form of government in this situation may, in fact, be one with someone at the head with more power and control. A benevolent, central authority would need to exist in someone who would not be swayed by the thousands of corrupting influences s/he might encounter.
Although I do not claim to understand every influence in the galaxy, I believe that something modeled after the Roman triumvirate or the democratically elected Swiss 7-person executive council would be the greatest solution. We cannot be sure that a single executive could avoid the temptations and power of his or her office, but if there were several sharing the power elected by a legislature based on their party and ability to work with one another, then we might see a more stable, long-lasting peace in the galaxy far, far away.
Why isn't Paul McCartney recognized as the "deep" Beatle between he and John Lennon?
The answer to this question isn’t explicit, and if I was Paul McCartney, I would be dumbfounded too. McCartney and John Lennon wrote songs together for years before anyone recognized that some songs had more of a Lennon influence or more of a McCartney feel. The public only recognized a difference once it was clear that they were starting to go separate directions. Until this point, “Macca” had been the free bird of the group, dating a well-connected woman in London, but by no means being tied down by familial relations. Lennon, on the other hand, widely recognized for more reckless, wild behavior was married and living quietly in the country until he met Yoko Ono and his marriage disintegrated.
Lennon was better-known than McCartney for his drug use and deeper interest in psychedelia. Later, he would be known for his bed-in for peace and honesty regarding sexual freedom. McCartney found Linda Eastman later on in the Beatles’ reign, and would ultimately be known for driving the band apart while simultaneously trying to hold it together. What few people know is that Lennon had actually checked out from the Beatles long before they ended. His interest in the avant-garde movement and devotion to Ono are apparent in both the album and film of “Let It Be,” which was one of the Beatles final two albums. On the album, the majority of his work is devoted to the stranger, less “rock” songs, and on film, he spent time waltzing about and fawning over Ono while the other three Beatles rehearsed.
Still, this doesn’t touch the heart of the question: why are Lennon’s pieces considered more “cool” and McCartney’s more “sappy”? The simple truth is that the majority of McCartney’s better-known songs are indeed jauntier (“Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da”, “When I’m Sixty-Four”) or feature less in the way of blaring electric guitar (“Yesterday”, “Her Majesty”). But, as Rosen points out, you can expect Paul McCartney to go far outside of the bounds which he has been put in by stereotyping his behavior versus John Lennon’s.
Consider “Helter Skelter,” “Getting Better,” or “the astonishing orchestral ‘freak-out’ in ‘A Day in the Life’” (Rosen). All of these are definitively Paul McCartney pieces. Helter Skelter was written for the express purpose of topping The Who’s “I Can See For Miles” as being the hardest-rockingest song out there. Lennon’s involvement in this creation was to be there when it was time to play it. On the other hand, John Lennon was the person behind the jaunty “Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite” and sappy (although heartfelt) song for his mother, “Julia”.
I guess what I’m really trying to say here is that Paul has been put in the corner, and so has John. Although Paul lived a more settled, happy life post-Beatles, John also found peace in his new marriage and work for the causes he loved. Paul has been at the center of controversy with his divorce from his second wife (tragically taking place during his 64th year of life). What fans need to stop doing is putting their favorite artists into corners and saying “I like John because he was hardcore,” or “I like Paul best because he writes such cute songs”. Neither are true statements, and both sell their subjects short.
Rosen, J. “Everything You Know About Sgt. Pepper’s Is Wrong: Revisionist Beatles history.” Posted Friday, June 8, 2007, at 7:21 PM ET. <http://www.slate.com/id/2167998/nav/tap1>.
The world’s greatest early female comedic actress was Lucille Ball, not only in her show opposite then-husband Desi Arnaz, “I Love Lucy”, but in the films that followed and her very quotable views on life. What has always been amazing about Lucille Ball is that, even during the throes of feminism, we were never afraid to laugh *at* her. In many ways, our society is afraid to laugh at a strong, smart woman- we prefer to laugh *with* them. A strong, smart woman deserves our respect, which is very true. Most humor led by women means we have to laugh along with them, cheesily, at jokes about the size of ex-boyfriends’ manhood and how useless men are. That’s not funny to me, nor is it that funny to the majority of society.
Only a few women have come since then who we feel comfortable laughing at. Carol Burnett, walking down the grand staircase in curtains AND curtain rod in her own variety show was one instance. We’ve had several admirable women on Saturday Night Live, as well, who have made us laugh. Unfortunately, they rarely play popular characters, and are more often the straight woman in a sketch.
Tina Fey, on the other hand, brings us back to feeling fine with laughing at her misfortune. In her current television show, “30 Rock”, she is a strong, smart woman with a series of hilarious mishaps and schemes which usually land her at someone else’s mercy. She also takes on jokes that are generally meant for men (Lucy had to dress up as a man a few times for this to work), making awkward rap references and uttering “Blurg!” as an expletive like a comic book character. It is refreshing for once to not see a woman struggling to operate in a man’s world, but to see her thriving and fighting alongside the guys.
"I’m not funny. What I am is brave." - Lucille Ball
First pick… USA. Not popular or necessarily notable, but I have some pride. Then Denmark or Switzerland. Then France… or Germany. I guess I’m kind of split on the whole thing still, but here’s an awesome list describing to non-knowledgeable Americans the various teams. Basically, I’m not going for Latin America.
Leviticus offers a much more interesting version of religious gatherings. To contrast the clean, sterile, Sunday best atmosphere of modern church Leviticus would have up conduct glorious (goryious) scarifies in front of everyone! Make sure you drain all of the blood of that huge animal in front of the alter. Now dip your hand in it and sprinkle it around some. Talk about exciting! A gigantic fire pit raging in the back wafting aromas of chard ox fat throughout the room, entrails flung on the floor, hole animals roasting on spits; I’d pay money to go to that service!
Now go follow him, since he’s new to the whole blogging thing. I promise, or at least I think, most of his posts won’t all be about such religious topics.