Gourmet, Iraq & Souvlaki

Freshly PennedSeveral years ago I stopped watching food television. No more Julia Child and Jacques Pepin on PBS, no more Diners, Drive-Ins & Dives on Food Network. I also stopped reading food magazines. It helped that Gourmet had folded in 2009, so food magazines really weren’t all that good anyway.

I was trying, for the umpteenth time, to lose weight. Surrounding myself with all that virtual food just made me want to eat. So I gave it up.

This past weekend, I went home to my grandmother’s house for my aunt’s surprise birthday party. On her bookshelf, which I always have to peruse, was Ruth Reichl’s My Kitchen Year: 136 Recipes That Saved My Life. Equal parts cookbook and personal journal, it’s been on my wishlist since it was published.

Have you ever connected two completely disparate events, understanding that one had absolutely nothing to do with the other, but they happened in such short succession that you can’t think about one without the other?

I connect my brother leaving for his third tour in Iraq with the closing of Gourmet. He left and not two days later I found out about Gourmet on Twitter. I was fine until I read that tweet. And then I lost my marbles. I was positive (and am so grateful that I was wrong) that my brother wouldn’t be coming home and now something that had been part of my life for most of it was gone, something I’d shared for years with my grandmother. I opened up Ruth’s book and was there, in 2009, all over again, tears streaming down my face.

As I sat there reading, I was reminded of the fact that I used to love food: eating it, making it for people I love, and writing about it. But I long ago rejected the idea of being a food writer. I blogged food for a little bit, making other people’s recipes, but I didn’t love it. And let’s face it, we do not lack food bloggers. I wasn’t doing anything original and it bothered me that I was making these recipes and publishing them without permission from the authors.

Reading this book, I started thinking about how my relationship with food has changed. I no longer eat certain foods for health reasons, I no longer spend hours planning meals and cooking, I actually kind of don’t love being in the kitchen anymore. Food has become nutrition, not all of the other things that it can be: love, connection, fun, history, nostalgia.

I read the entire book in a few hours, marveling at Ruth’s writing style and drifting in and out of years worth of memories of cooking with my grandmother. As I closed the book upon finishing, I made a promise to myself that I will fall back in love with food.

Sometimes, something as simple as a book can give you back a part of yourself. Thank you, Ruth.

Sort of Souvlaki

Something that has happened in recent years is that I’ve stopped making recipes in the strictest sense. I do a little research, read a few recipes, then throw something together. Then my mother will ask for the recipe and I’ll tell her there isn’t one. It annoys her to no end. But, I AM my grandmother’s granddaughter, I do this stuff by feel.

I marinated cubed pork loin in lemon juice, fresh oregano, salt, fresh garlic cloves, and avocado oil for 24 hours. Don’t do that. 4 hours is better because the acid in the lemon chemically starts cooking the pork rendering it tough if you leave it too long. I then roasted it on a sheet pan at 425 degrees for 10 minutes.

Throw it on a salad and call it lunch.

The Change Up

Yes, that’s a type of pitch in baseball, but it is spring and Opening Day was just a few weeks ago.

It’s also what’s coming for this little blog here.

Over the past year or so, I’ve tried this and that, trying to figure out how I want to run things between the blog and my newsletter. I’ll probably continue to do so until I find something that fits just right, but this is what I’m going to try next and I think it’ll be a good thing:

I won’t be posting here any longer.

Yes, I know I haven’t been terribly consistent and that’s one of the reasons I don’t think blogging is the best use of my time and attention.

I am also acutely aware that if someone adds their email address to a subscription/newsletter list they expect more than just a copy of what’s being posted on some blog. I’d like to focus more of my time, attention, and creativity on creating content for my newsletter subscribers, including but not limited to in-depth book reviews and pieces discussing various topics such as false beliefs and how they affect our ability to adapt, individualized nutrition and how to make any way of eating work for you, and how a daily movement practice can preserve our independence as we get older.

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Sunday Morning Appreciation

A couple years ago, I came across a man named Jesse Elder. He was a presenter in a symposium led by Ben Greenfield and while I cannot remember what drew me (Ben Greenfield is a well-known biohacker in the Paleo/Primal community, something that is just that side of too complicated for my tastes), what Mr. Elder had to say about fear led me to participate in two of his coaching programs. Long story short, one of the things that has stayed with me is the act of appreciation.

This concept wasn’t foreign to me. Years ago, while struggling to find a job, I learned about a book called 365 Thank Yous by John Kralik. The short synopsis is that he turned around the black hole that was his life through the simple act of expressing gratitude. I was so struck by it that I immediately started writing thank you notes to everyone. And while Mr. Kralik doesn’t go into it in the book, the act of gratitude and appreciation creates a distinct energetic shift that allows the good stuff to come to us.

Just like many people, I tend to forget how good I have it until it, whatever IT may be, is gone. I also know I can shift that tendency into active appreciation instead of using it as a knee jerk reaction to negative stimuli. So without further ado, here is MY Sunday Appreciation:

  1. I appreciate that there is birdsong, today, February 19th.
  2. I appreciate that it is nearly 50 degrees.
  3. I appreciate the quiet of the early morning.
  4. I appreciate that I can make decaf Bulletproof coffee.
  5. I appreciate that I live in a world where I have choices.
  6. I appreciate that there is a multitude of Paleo bloggers writing recipes so I don’t have to – here’s a great recipe for Simple Saag.
  7. I appreciate that I have not one but three jobs, two of which allow me to meet my and my child’s needs.
  8. I appreciate that my allopathic physician is just open-minded enough to hear what I have to say about certain supplements that are making a huge difference in my health.
  9. I appreciate that I’ve learned when to open my mouth and when to keep it shut.
  10. I appreciate you all.

Now I invite you to find your appreciation. Feel free to share in the comments. To paraphrase Mr. Elder, that which you appreciate appreciates. Have a lovely Sunday.

 

What Does Integrity Have To Do With Commitment?

For the past two months, I’ve been doing a deep dive into my personal habits and thought processes in an attempt to finally come home to myself. Some of that has involved listening to podcasts, reading books, and renewing my involvement in some coaching groups I’m part of. The rest has been forcing myself to really sit with the gunk that was being dredged up and writing about it.

One podcast that really kicked me in the shins was Elizabeth DiAlto’s interview with Nancy Levin back in August. There’s an entire section where they talk specifically about integrity and how NOT being your word is the primary source of suffering in our lives. I swear I heard the screech of the needle across the record. This felt both extremely accurate and incredibly painful simultaneously.

Because it’s true. I can’t SAY I’m doing X but then go do Y. I can’t say I’m trying to pay down my debt and then spend frivolously on high end food stuffs. I can’t say I’m trying to lose this last 10% body fat and then have an entire week of birthday nutritional debauchery (which I did).

When you say one thing then do another, it creates a loop of hiding and shame. It perpetuates the internal dialogue of “I’m not good enough.” It is definitely the definition of misery.

Something I’d seen years ago but was recently reintroduced to was the concept of having a list of 20 things that I eat. Sometimes, a list is the best way to keep yourself on track. When I sat down to write my list, I discovered how hard it was to come up with 20 things. When I’m committed, the list of things I eat is quite small, though it adjusts seasonally. Does that mean I’ve been absolutely perfect? Not in the least. What it means though, is that I’m conscious of my decisions. I know exactly why I’m choosing this over that. I make the best possible decision in each moment, regardless of perfection (because life isn’t perfect) and then move on. Mom’s Chicken Soup wasn’t available on the hot bar so I had to settle for the Chicken Chowder with Yuca and Corn? It was clean enough, so that’s what I went with and then moved on with my life.

Something else I was introduced to a couple years ago is Pearson’s Law. Essentially it says that anything you measure, grows. Want to get stronger? Track the amount of weight you use. Want to get faster? Track your times. Want to get healthier? Track the days where you (honestly and sincerely) did the best you could nutritionally. I have 3 habits I track: move, write, and meditate. That’s it. The days that I do all three are consistently excellent for me (and not surprisingly, my nutrition game is strong those days too – when I feel awesome, I eat awesome). I don’t specify the specifics because I don’t care HOW I do those things, just that I do them. The how doesn’t matter, especially when you’re getting started. What matters is how many days you can string along.

Commitment, though, is what keeps you going when life hands you a set of circumstances outside of your control. Because that’s what life does. This is where being your word (integrity) saves you from misery. My commitment to my health removes the appeal of caramel corn…

Your turn: What commitments are you really struggling with right now? What do you get out of not acting with integrity? Hint: there is always a payoff, whether positive or negative (e.g. by choosing to stay in an ill-suited marriage, I got to be angry). Comment below or shoot me an email: barbara@whathealthcoacheseat. I’d love to hear from you.

Bioindividuality, Mantras, & Messaging

I’ve been pretty immersed in the Women’s Strength Summit the past couple of days. I’ll drown myself in it’s awesomeness again tonight.

I really didn’t intend to write about it but in two days the consistent messages are so incredibly important:

  • What works for me won’t necessarily work for you (bioindividuality)
  • Messaging matters and those messages bombard us from a very early age

It both breaks my heart and makes me angry that there isn’t a single woman in my tribe that hasn’t been directly affected by messaging. But perhaps the most natural but insidious is our own mothers’ relationship with their bodies, food, and dieting.

My mother has been on a diet for as long as I can remember. She also devoured diet books and “health” magazines, which I also devoured because I often read more mature materials than I actually was. Her reasons for dieting run the gamut but they don’t include because it feels good. It breaks my heart.

“I just want to feel better” has been my mantra for the past two years. My diet (in the original definition of the word: way of eating) has evolved to support that mantra. Yes, I still experiment and devour the latest nutrition news but its from a place of curiosity and learning instead of self-loathing and body shaming. But the numbers on the scale no longer have any power over my happiness and self-worth. I also didn’t TRY to lose weight, it just happened, and continues to do so.

I hadn’t realized it until it was mentioned as a possible tactic for minimizing personal exposure to detrimental messaging, but at the same time I decided I just wanted to feel better I eliminated all magazines from my life, including Yoga Journal. It wasn’t something I consciously decided to do, but it certainly fell in line with my new mantra. I’m positive it is one of the things that has made getting to my version of healthy much simpler. I can better focus on what works for me, not whatever celebrity gracing the cover of whatever publication in the checkout lane. I won’t even read them in the doctor’s office.

Maybe my pop culture knowledge is lacking as a result but I can say with glee that pop culture has zero interest or priority for me. Perhaps that makes me weird but I’ll gladly wave that flag. I’m certainly healthier for it.