One of the things that’s difficult about watching one’s macronutrients is that it is harder to eat more than 100 grams of protein per day than one thinks. It’s easy to do this for 1 day, a week, but every day for weeks? That’s hard, even if you just focus on getting that protein first and maybe not looking at carbs and fat. If you’re also counting carbs, or limiting them, it gets even harder. This past weekend I attempted to cook protein rich meals (from scratch).
On Friday night we went out to eat at Texas Roadhouse. I got the 8 oz. salmon with veggies and green beans. Beware: their beans are too salty but the salmon and veggies were really good. Next time I’d get double the veggies.
Each of these meals had at least 1 pound of meat, and between Rob and I each ate 55% and 45% of it respectively. If the pasta was the black soybean one from Aldi’s, it’s an extra 25 grams of protein.
The most interesting thing I saw on the bike ride? A middle aged man riding a unicycle, juggling bright orange juggling pins.
I picked this book up 10 years ago but got too busy to read the whole thing. Here’s to another try.
Depression is seductive: it offend and teases, frightens you and draws you in, tempting you with its promise of sweet oblivion, then overwhelming you with a nearly sexual power, squirming past your defenses, dissolving your will, invading the tired spirit so utterly that it becomes difficult to recall that you ever lived without it… Or to imagine that you might live that way again. With all the guile of Satan himself, depression persuades you that its invasion was all your own idea, that you wanted it all along. It fogs the part of the brain that reasons, that knows right and wrong. It captures you with its warm, guilty, hateful pressures, and, worst of all, it becomes familiar. All at once, you find yourself in thrall to the very thing that most terrifies you… To be depressed is to be half in love with disaster. P. 152-153
We live so much of our lives in chaos. Human history can be viewed as an endless search for greater order: everything from language to religion to law to science tries to impose a framework on classic existence. P. 229
We look at our bodies, our energies, and we think we own them: we do not recognize, with Emerson, that they are a part of the world to be husbanded with care, to be respected, not to be misused; we think they are ours to do with what we will. And so, thinking we have been liberated, we joyfully pave the paths to our destruction. P. 583
But guilt comes in more than one variety. And so does punishment. P. 648
Also, less volume and less sets but also less soreness and no exhaustion. Finding a balance.
*P. S.: This is minus the 2nd half of my workout which will be at the gym. I’ve gotten used to splitting my workouts in half (morning session, afternoon session) due to accompanying my mom to the gym, to make sure she goes and does something there. This program has a foundational phase that has 21 sets for the whole body done 2-3 times a week plus small trigger sessions in between that feel like mini-HIIT workouts. After a month I’ll move onto a phase with less reps, more sets, and heavier weights.
Over the summer my mom found that some animal dug holes/tunnels under our house. Eventually someone spied said animal and identified it as a hedgehog or woodchuck (big, brown, furry angry looking creature). Then my sister brought a trap over to the house and we ended up catching 3 small ones, 2 of which my brother-in-law took 30 miles away to be let go. The 3rd one died before he was able to come get it. Then all was quiet, until the morning of 9/9/22.
While my mom stood there in shock, I yelled that it was a SKUNK and that if it sprayed on her, she’d be bathing in tomato juice for a week. (Is that how you get rid of skunk smell?) When we told my sister, she just about died laughing… And sent her husband to just let it go. I hope it’s a smart example of its species and doesn’t get caught again. If not, there’s an increasing possibility that someone in my family will get a blast of one of nature’s special perfumes.
Boston, especially where we stayed in Cambridge right next to Hahhhvahhrd, is beautiful. We loved feeling safe enough to walk around at night every night along with tons of other pedestrians. We used Harvard Yard as a short-cut to get to Harvard Square, musing that we were literally walking around on campus. It brought back my college memories.
Driving in Boston and its vicinity, however, was a nightmare. I swear that Boston city streets look like one of those particle pathways:
We had GPS on, but it usually said things like “Use the right hand lane to turn left at…” and by that time we’d mistakenly missed that left hand turn and got force-merged somewhere else. I think once we even got forced onto a street that took us over the Charles River when we didn’t want to, and we had to cross the river again to get back to where we got confused.
This picture was an example of an EASY intersection. Elsewhere, there were roundabouts. I don’t know why Europeans are good at roundabouts but Americans seem never to be able to navigate them. We (well, Rob) completely missed going into a roundabout entirely and ended up on the wrong street, going the wrong direction, thus taking a 10 minute detour because the rest of the streets are a pain in the ass. On the positive side, we got to see a lot of areas of Boston, by accident.
This picture is of the type of intersection we always got messed up on because if we weren’t in the middle lane, we got shunted off to the right if we were on the far right, or we missed the right road further down if we were in the left lane. Also, the image in the GPS was never clear enough to tell us when we would be merging – it showed a thick line until the last second, and if you happened to be in the wrong lane when the GPS zoomed in to show the actual turn, it’s too late.
The way I see it, to navigate those streets, it’s best to have a brain that gets you into Harvard or MIT, because otherwise you’re too dumb to figure it out!
One day in June, we visited a small town about an hour away that had interesting attractions. It was like a very mini Cape Cod like place. So small we walked the whole thing in an afternoon, slowly, even when we stopped to get an iced drink.