Wednesday, February 17, 2010
My days are essentially spent: lifting, chasing, racing, serving, and amusing. I like who I am from 5:30 a.m. until around 5 p.m. It is around this time that I start to loose my grip. I'm always pushing the restart button during my nightly prayers asking for a little more something to get me through.
I've always felt that the Mormon culture's approach to the word of wisdom is a tad bit ironic (this is a generalization, I know there are members who take it very seriously), in fact, at every temple recommend interview when asked if I live the word of wisdom I always shrug my shoulders in a "pretty much" fashion because I know that I really don't live the code of health that was intended.
I mean, we do eat pretty healthy in comparison with the rest of the United States. Yeah, I know, that's not hard to do.
We pretty much cut out red meat years ago, we don't drink soda or caffeine, and we don't eat that much sugar, but the sugar is really what separates the boys from the men right (I know there is nothing in the word of wisdom about sugar but it is a code of health, and by eating more than a tiny bit of refined sugar my health is compromised).
So in my praying (and marathon training) I've started to feel the urgency of really committing to live a word of wisdom diet. I've been trying to ignore the promptings but...I do want more. Seriously, I don't want to.
I started Monday. I ate whole wheat toast with peanut butter, a breakfast salad with spinach, apples, oranges and vinaigrette, and orange juice (I do need to keep calories, just not the empty ones)for breakfast. I snacked on raw almonds and dried apricots. I had a salad for lunch and Mezedakia for dinner and Tuesday was similar.
I did have more energy for my long run this morning, but I am hating not having some sort of fix now and then. I hear it gets better, right? Right?
When Brad and I were first married we lived downtown on B street, than in Hollady. We frequently ate at a dive called The Other Place. They have a delicious Mezedakia platter. Mine is better:)
Cut an English cucumber into thin pieces, cut tomatoes into fourths or eighths, crumble feta into chunks, grill a pork tenderloin and cut into disks (you can use whatever meat you prefer), place kalamata olives in the middle, drizzle the whole thing with olive oil, champagne vinegar, balsamic vinegar, oregano, salt, and pepper. Place lemon slices on the side and if you are not too concerned about a few simple carbs toast pita bread drizzled with olive oil and salt in the oven and cut into fourths. Pretty delicious and really not that bad for you.
Maybe someday soon I'll be able to hold Rosemary all day long and not be weary, and listen to whining all day long and not faint.