Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Breathing Sideways -- Redux



Is this guy breathing? Breathing sideways seemed so simple. Not any more, phew. What does she mean, lock and load, suck in your stomach when you exhale, don’t breath into your stomach, bring your side ribs closer together, and my favorite – breath into your heart? Yoga is all about breathing, but this breathing is complicated and elusive. How can breathing be so hard?

Monday, April 13, 2009

Eating


Sunday, yesterday, I ate the following coffee (lots and lots of hot black coffee to get me going), a handful of almonds, and a pear. Then I went out to lunch at Lebanese Taverna where I ordered the vegetarian mezza. That consisted of hummus, falafel, grape leaf, yogurt cheese, and fresh from the oven whole-wheat pita. I drank ice tea. I probably had a snack at some point during the afternoon; since there wasn’t much to eat in the fridge (even though I’d gone grocery shopping that morning), it was most likely a piece of cheese and some about-to-go-bad celery that I wanted to finish up before it had to be tossed. For dinner, we had leftover curry roasted butternut squash with potatoes and onions, brown rice and salad. Since it was Easter, I had a few yellow rabbit Peeps and homemade chocolate chip cookies that my son and I had made. This was not exactly a typical day of eating – I went out to eat for lunch and had cooked on Saturday, so had some leftovers for dinner. Also we don’t usually have in the house homemade cookies or an Easter basket full of chocolate, jelly beans and Peeps. Later I had a Blue Moon (beer) Pretty healthy and the complete opposite of Morgan Spurlock’s all McDonalds diet. I don’t go to McDonalds; it is a trap with my son, who always wants to go there – for the toys. And there is nothing there for me to eat. Having seen “Supersize Me” as many times as I have (once each semester)confirms my sense that McDonalds is something to avoid (this semester's students don't seem to be getting that message though).

What I ate yesterday is not at all a product of a “toxic environment.” -- it is the opposite. I even walked to the restaurant, so I didn’t drive (that last bit is for my carless colleague). But avoiding the “toxic environment” that Spurlock’s film describes takes a lot of energy – not just the walking to the restaurant type of energy either. I've always been a pretty healthy eater and try to teach my son to make the good choices. That doesn’t mean that he never gets junk food or trips to McDonalds; he just has to find someone else to take him.