I woke up early this morning. The dog spinning in circles, jumping at my face. She demanded I take her out before coffee. Which I did. A short stroll around the apartment complex she happily relieved herself. I mused about what I might do today, feeling like there was a lot but not really. A long list of things that take little time: clean the bathroom, vacuum, return some emails, and so on. But what do I do? Back up to the third floor. I make my coffee and oatmeal, and them binge watch Netflix. Househunters my drug. I make excuses about it like, “Well, we are planning on buying a house.” Like somehow this is a part of my research. After a few episodes, I think, I should listen to that book on dogs, only a few more hours and I’ll finish. Continue reading “Create more. Consume less.”
This is an angry encouragement. Not perfect by any means, but nice to here from a man. “I’m only pointing out that strength only sells when it’s sexy—and, make no mistake, advertisers want very badly to make you feel like you are currently failing at both.”
The Reembody blog, up to this point, has been a thoughtful exploration of human movement, a subject about which I am extremely passionate.
Today, however, I’m mad and I’m going to tell you why.
I have been planning a blog post for a while on fitness misinformation, and it was originally going to be the same kind of thoughtful deconstruction found in my other installments. But then I read this and it was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever found in my newsfeed: so beautiful, in fact, that the rest of the health and fitness propaganda floating around Facebook like turds in a pool started to really, really piss me off.
So thoughtful deconstruction has been postponed for another day. Instead, we’re going to take a good look at a few of those turds and get pissed off together because, when someone preys upon your insecurities in an effort…
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Tomorrow it begins. The bf read Eat to Live and is now ready to embark on the great vegan journey. And I am helping! By also embarking on this 6 week vegan journey. We both love meat, and I anticipate eating meat ASAP post 6 weeks. This isn’t just any vegan diet. It’s essentially paleo except you replace meat for beans. Here’s the 6 week outline… Continue reading “The Great Vegan Experiment: Eat to Live”
I’ve been putting off writing this post… Because it makes me feel guilty.
Being a Lenten Locavore was awesome.
Breaking fast was also awesome.
But since breaking, I just don’t feel as good. I’m not sure if this is guilt. Let me explain… Continue reading “No Longer Locavore Guilt”
Well, at this point, technically, your lenten fast is over, and we are all mid-Triduum fast (which may or may not be the same thing you gave up for lent, it usually is). As I have become better at eating local, it seems like there has been less to write about. I eat a lot of veggies, meat, cheese, eggs, and that’s about it.
But at the beginning of this week, like with any good lenten faster, I started to fantasize about all the things I want to buy that are not local. I began to make a list of what is tough (for me) to really live without… forever. IF I were to be a “true” locavore.
Granted, I already have made an exception for coffee and coconut oil… What other things are tough. What’s NOT local? Continue reading “Lenten Locavore Learning: What is not local?”
Explaining this whole “Lenten Locavore” thing to people has been a real challenge. They basically look at me like I’m insane, and I’m pretty sure I am. This is winter. This is New England. This is impossible. And no, it is not easy. It is not cheap. There is tons of cooking! It takes serious planning and time. But what came to my attention yesterday, is that it really takes some courage to be a locavore. It takes bravery… Continue reading “Locavore = Brave”
In case you didn’t know, I’m in the process of a spiritual, mental, physical, and emotional experiment: being a locavore for lent in Boston (that’s winter time people). One of my friends asked me how it’s going, and I said, “Well, you learn pretty quick, because you get hungry.”
The rules I’ve created for myself so far are: Continue reading “Abridged Guide to Boston Locavorism”