This sounds like a nice base for some hearty meals. It doesn’t have much meat but I bet some good spicy sausages would be good. Ruhlman also suggests in another post about adding a poached egg on top of this.
I struggle with insomnia. I go to sleep just fine, I wake up between 2 and 4am, often I cannot get back to sleep. Sometimes I can and then I sleep an insanely deep sleep until 9 or 10 am.
For the past few years I have put this down to chronic jet-lag as I criss-crossed 9 timezones every few weeks. But I am settling down more and don’t want to stress about this anymore. My mom wakes up like this too, maybe this is normal for us?
Certainly treating this as normal would be a new technique and well worth trying.
A lot has been going on in the past week or so which accounts for the lack of posts. We moved from Europe back to Seattle. Wow, what a change that is. I will need to write something about the changes, the differences. But for now…
Diet cheat day! I started with a slice of cold pizza. Very good. The local delivery chain, Pagliacci Pizza is awesome, I miss pizza a lot on this diet. I suspect I could make it more 4 Hour Body or Primal if I ordered the pizza and just ate the toppings.
Next I moved on to toast. Lately toast hasn’t tasted very good but this morning I had dark rye bread slathered with butter and damn, that was tasty.
I expected worse than this since the last time I really tackled squats and pushups was February 8. Not too shabby then to get a little progress since. Of course I suspect I’d get more progress if I did these more regularly.
We went horseback riding for two hours this morning across an Icelandic lava plain. Kind of fun, not sure I will get into horseback riding in the future. The whole time I was riding or trotting or “tölting” as the peculiar speed-walk gait of these ponies is called I thought I’d much rather be on my mountain bike. Faster and more fun. The exception to that is a) the ponies did better with 10cm mud pits and also much better cross the river.
First some caveats: we are moving across the world. Which can be a bit stressful. Even with a company to help and a solid plan beforehand there is stress. Last minute glitches and details. And finding healthy food that fits a diet is tough. So yesterday noon rolled around and I had eaten a nice breakfast (three eggs + assorted leftovers) and a few snacks. But for some reason I was hungry all morning. By the time lunch rolled around I was pressed for time and our apartment was all boxed and crated. So I grabbed sandwiches from the boulangerie along with three mini beignets filled with chocolate custard. Susan and I shared these. And really, a sandwich isn’t too bad. But by dinner I was hungry. Snacks were solid (olives, pistachios, some Spanish ham). But we had a bottle of champagne we needed to drink and a bottle of white wine. And pesto/pasta for dinner. We were so happy to have a homestyle meal (thanks Gina!) that diet goes out the window. I ate dessert too, these gummy/jelly candies Which are apparently famous,Heidecker or something. I also managed to not run which is okay, it’s a rest day. But I didn’t do squats or pushups either. I just cranked out 27 pushups to make up for it but I owe some squats too.
The big apartment move starts today. Since our scale will spend the next 3-4 weeks being carted across the world I won’t be able to weigh in. So here goes…
This morning I tipped the scales at a hearty 91.4 kilos. Two days ago I was 91.8. I don’t think I lost that much weight in between and I feel dehydrated this morning so I will split the difference and call this 91.6.
My biggest concern in the coming week is that living in hotels it will be even more difficult to stay off potatoes and grain and stay on the diet. And even more worrying is returning to the US where the food is just, how to say this gently, not as good (I probably should write a post on that subject alone). But my running shoes are packed, I can workout along the journey.
Does this surprise anyone? Did the organizers *really* think people would rush out and toss the ol’ discus around with the Olympics coming to town. If so they were naive enough to build a $854 million stadium which isn’t good for anything and needs to be torn down… Oh wait…
I did this workout, slightly modified. I did pushups and standard squats. No third exercise, no leaping squats. And it still worked pretty darned well.
Round 1: max 12 (78 pushups, 78 squats) Round 2: restarting at 1 was easy! But they got harder, fast. Max 11 (66 pushups, 66 squats) Round 3: sweating now. Max 9 (45 pushups, 45 squats) Round 4: 7, although this wasn’t my max. I had to cut this short to run errands. Still a very good workout.
I jogged to the park this morning and did a workout on my iPhone, the British Military Fitness app. Wow… I have done these in the past but I forgot how tough these are.
I like this app and program a lot. For a variety of reasons I don’t have a gym right now so I need to do strength workouts using my body weight. Which is great but let’s face it: when you have an instructor or program to follow it’s a lot easier than making yourself do it. Willpower is a finite resource they say so it’s much easier to use someone else’s.
Today I warmed up, then we did max sprints for 20 seconds. I think we did 5 repeats or so but I lost track in the pain of sprinting like this. We then shifted into sets of walking lunges, burpees, squat thrusts, and “star jumps” which are sort of like jumping jacks but you are trying to go higher and come from a full squat. The last set was a mix of pushups and situps. Good stuff. I will hurt tomorrow.
Of course everything else on the diet is a massive fail the last few days. Thursday breakfast was fine, lunch too. For my birthday last year my wife bought me cooking lessons at Ecole de Cuisine Alain Ducasse. Look, when you get a once-in-a-lifetime chance to take a cooking class in Paris it’s really not the moment to announce that you’re not eating certain foods this month. And really, we had tagine d’agneau and spciy crousti bouef which is a nice beef/harissa mixture in “brick”. Brick is something like puff pastry but without the puff. And really the Alain Ducasse food was pretty much on my diet.
And then dinner with a colleague from out of town started the body-shock. We ate dinner and drank wine and had some beers. And there was a big company party so we had some more beer. And when all was said and done the diet was more or less shot. And that went into Friday as well where the good news was I didn’t eat a whole lot all day but that can’t have been healthy.
And then Friday night some good friends of ours arrived from London and we managed to get a table at Le Chateaubriand, one of the more interesting and good places in Paris. So I ate.
One of the reasons I like this site is the honesty. I don’t like artificial sweeteners and always worry about the news reports in twenty years when they learn that substance X causes cancer. But Daily Apple at least presents a fair listing that says, in short, they probably don’t cause insulin spikes.
No, not the start of a measurement, this is the number of squats and pushups I did this morning as part of my new February habit. 32 is kind of lame, my legs are out of shape. 24 pushups isn’t great but it’s better than 18 which is what I maxed at the other day.
Diet note: another notch in the fail-belt yesterday. My food was good all day but come evening-time I just felt like going out and having a few beers. So my wife and I popped around the corner to “The Honest Lawyer” and I had a few beers. There is nothing on the 4 Hour Body diet nor the primal/paleo stuff that says beer is okay mid-week. Okay, climb back into the saddle.
You know what I hate? I hate when I slip up on my diet and the food wasn’t even good.
I don’t mind too much or feel really guilty if I slip up when a good friend comes to town and we sit up drinking too much beer. Or if the fries are really that good. Or you know what, sometimes potato chips are required to watch a movie. Or it’s 2 am and the greasy kebab is calling your name. Fine, not perfect, but life happens.
But today I slipped on the diet and the food was mediocre at best. My son had a day off school so my wife and I took him to lunch. He chose the restaurant and I did my best to order within the parameters of the slow-carb diet. But when my rabbit stew came out it wasn’t really stew. It was rabbit chunks in gravy with a big ol’ heap of pasta. But it was a special lunch and I wanted my son to have fun. So I slurped up the noodles and enjoyed the lunch. I’ll deal with the carbs later.