You may be wondering how I’m doing with that whole “lose ten pounds” challenge.
Welllll…… Not great.
I’ve always thought of myself as a physically fit person. Not a skinny person. I don’t think I’ve ever been particularly skinny. Thin maybe once for a week or two, but definitely fit. I’m fairly active, if by active I mean I get an average of an hour or two of exercise a week. When I was in high school, I used to get an average of an hour or two of exercise a day and I was never skinny, so maybe skinny isn’t a realistic goal for me.
Don’t get me wrong – I love my body most of the time. I love that I’m curvy and that I don’t have sharp hip bones and that I have a large perky ass that you can (scientifically proven!) rest a beer can on, but yeah, I could stand to lose 10 (okay, 15) pounds.
However, I’ve been dotting the i’s and crossing all the t’s and that goddamn scale will not budge.
Have I upped my exercise? For the past month, I’ve been taken four power yoga or barre classes a week.
Is my diet healthy? Brussel sprouts, arugula, eggs, quinoa, barely any bread, no sweets. Yes, I’ve had a few indulgences, but nothing that should break the bank.
So clearly, I need to do something different. I do yoga all the time. Maybe my body is bored, I thought. Maybe I need to do something radical.
That’s how this whole running debacle happened.
Okay, well first I went and bought a cute new pair of shoes, and then the running debacle happened.
I’ve been in previous situations where I’ve run about 3 miles and my legs wanted to murder me the next day, so I figured I’d start small. I plotted out a mile long route around my neighbourhood, figured I’d be back in ten minutes or so, and went out. One mile. No problem, right?
It took about a block for me to want to die. One block. Singular. One huffing, puffing, wheezing, cramping block. Lungs burning, nostrils snorting, pretend-I-have-a-rock-in-my-shoe-so-that-other-runner-doesn’t-judge-me dying. One I could still turn around and pretend this never happened block. And no, I wasn’t sprinting. I was jogging so slow a mailtruck could have kept pace with me mid-route.
WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN TO ME?
I can do a power yoga class no problem, and no, not that nancy-pants stretchy yoga, but the 90 degrees, open-a-can-of-whoop-on-your-ass kind. I can carry a miniature fridge up 3 flights of stairs.
I. Am. Not. Out. Of. Shape. I’m fit, aren’t I?
Except that I can’t run a mile. I can barely jog-walk 37 steps.
I guess that means this is the new project I’ve been looking for.
I, Cassandra, Vow to run/walk/crawl everyday until I can comfortably run a mile.
Because seriously, girl, that panting thing is not cute.
My manager K asked me to write a blog for work today about eating locally, and since I haven’t written anything else / am lazy / haven’t specifically been told not to, I’m posting it up here for you, internet.
With the nation’s recent push to eat healthy, organic, and local food, there have been a lot of questions popping up about why and how to begin eating better.
Eating locally on a regular basis can initially seem daunting, but for those who are interested in investing in the local economy, reaping the nutritional benefits of fresh food, and enjoying the incredible variety that local farms often experiment with, there are a couple easy ways to get started.
The easiest way to eat locally is to find a local restaurant that sources from farms in the area. A lot of these restaurants have the producers they use listed either on the menu or in the restaurant somewhere. Some even break down every menu item by where the ingredients come from. By eating at a restaurant that uses local ingredients, you know you’re not only getting the best produce available, but you’re supporting the local economy.
Looking for something even more committed? Try thinking of five items in your pantry you can swap out with local products every week. Love lettuces? Instead of buying a bag from the supermarket, grab a fresh bunch from a farmer’s market or farm stand. Even if it’s winter, you can still source eggs, dairy, meats, honey and bread locally, as well as preserved foods like jams and garlic braids. If you start looking around, you’d be surprised how many things you find right in your neighborhood!
For the hardcore local lovers, a CSA is absolutely the way to go, but you should do a little shopping around before you buy. There are generally a ton of different options, from U-pick CSAs to pay-as-you-go plans, so you should think about what best serves your needs before you put down $200 on a giant haul you’ll never finish.
Whatever your plans and goals are for eating locally, every little bit counts! Try fitting local products into your lifestyle and see what works for you!