Often I find myself wondering which came first, the Spot (bouldering gym) or the Whole Foods on Pearl St., conveniently located directly en route to my condo from the gym, and vise-versa.
Regardless... my name is Jessica and I am a Whole Foods addict.
I don't know when it started, but I can pin point the addiction to some time in the late summer months of 2008. Mostly this problem can be blamed, lovingly of course, on my bff who has dragged me down this slippery slope of healthy despair.
It's just SO easy. Here's how one gets stuck spending at least half of every paycheck at Whole Foods: After sitting in front of a computer all day, I practically strip clothes off as I run down the stairs to throw on running/climbing/hiking clothes to enjoy the last bit of sun. If the sun is already M.I.A., it's off to the climbing gym without fail. All of the socializing and the little bit of climbing for several hours really works up a hunger. But, looking at a large collection of extremely fit people doesn't bode well for burger joints. Therefore, making my own food is a much better choice ... or so it seems.
Whole Foods is literally a hop, skip and a jump away from the gym, and it has become a social hot spot for *ahem* Spot-goers when they can't possibly climb anymore but need yet more social interaction with the same group of people. Of course, I can't judge.
So, a simple, "Let's grab a Kombucha at Whole Foods" turns into, "The ten of us are going to Whole Foods and we're going to wander around for 30 minutes, sample everything we can find, not only buy dinner for tonight, but also pick up a few things. Maybe we can eat there too? Maybe think about the other things we forgot to get while we are eating so we can go in for round two?" You think I'm kidding, but this discussion has actually happened. Probably.
The real killer is that it is very possible to shop daily at Whole Foods and still starve to death. How is this possible, you ask? It's simple. Whole Foods is just SO big that it is easy to get overwhelmed and very excited about everything this wonderland has to offer the healthy-lifestyle-loving Boulderite. I often leave there, spending upwards of $40, with some protein powder mix (forgetting the milk to mix it in), organic hamster food, some eucalyptus face wash, a bar of XOXO chocolate with orange bits (delicious by the way) and a bag of celery. Now, as I'd love nothing more than to live on orange chocolate, one bar just won't cut it, and I hear celery actually has less calories than are necessary to eat it.
So there you have it. Because of Whole Foods, I am poor AND hungry. Neither trouble has anything to do with the economy, just the addicting natural food grocery store on my way home from the gym.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Capitalism and the art of humor
In a hilarious show of sportsmanship, The Outdoor Wire, which claims to be the largest online news source for the outdoor industry, has named President-Elect Barack Obama "Gun Salesman of the Year."
The reasoning: "It's credit where credit is due," according to Publisher Jim Shephard.
He said it is time the firearms industry recognizes the fact that without President-elect Obama’s frightening consumers into action, the firearms industry might be suffering the same sort of business slumps that have befallen the automotive and housing industries.
This is the kind of humor and good-naturedness that will get conservatives through the next four years, and I applaude their every action.
On the flip side, it must be noted that Obama, in this gun sales situation, has just been recognized for his (first?) inadvertent act of supply/demand economics. Perhaps his economic advisers should follow the scare tactic route and threaten to take away American-made cars or our homes -- through direct policy threats, not taxes this time. Perhaps pushing the American people into a 'last chance! buy now!' situation works.
Capitalism anyone?
The reasoning: "It's credit where credit is due," according to Publisher Jim Shephard.
He said it is time the firearms industry recognizes the fact that without President-elect Obama’s frightening consumers into action, the firearms industry might be suffering the same sort of business slumps that have befallen the automotive and housing industries.
This is the kind of humor and good-naturedness that will get conservatives through the next four years, and I applaude their every action.
On the flip side, it must be noted that Obama, in this gun sales situation, has just been recognized for his (first?) inadvertent act of supply/demand economics. Perhaps his economic advisers should follow the scare tactic route and threaten to take away American-made cars or our homes -- through direct policy threats, not taxes this time. Perhaps pushing the American people into a 'last chance! buy now!' situation works.
Capitalism anyone?
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Free Willy
In my last post, the idea of engaging in a 'no-carb' diet was a playful experiment meant to make my life a little bit more interesting. Two weeks wouldn't be that bad, correct?
Day two I went on a 5 mile run that I'd done multiple times before and found myself dogging it (if you will), and then went up the mountain to boulder around a little. After a few failed attempts at a project that I have been working on for quite some time, I just gave up and left. I called Mommy Dearest to complain about my poor performance and she asked me if I had been drinking a lot lately. I told her, "No, actually Jess and I are doing this no-carb diet." She told me I couldn't do that anymore and expect to have any sort of energy on runs/climbs.
That was all I needed to hear. Done. I went home and ate granola, happily.
However, doing further research, I found this article on low-carb dieting. The results of research on low-carb diets found that our brains do not function as well without a normal diet. So there you go ... cutting elements out of a well-rounded diet is not going to yeild any remarkable results. My findings: just eat less, play more.
Day two I went on a 5 mile run that I'd done multiple times before and found myself dogging it (if you will), and then went up the mountain to boulder around a little. After a few failed attempts at a project that I have been working on for quite some time, I just gave up and left. I called Mommy Dearest to complain about my poor performance and she asked me if I had been drinking a lot lately. I told her, "No, actually Jess and I are doing this no-carb diet." She told me I couldn't do that anymore and expect to have any sort of energy on runs/climbs.
That was all I needed to hear. Done. I went home and ate granola, happily.
However, doing further research, I found this article on low-carb dieting. The results of research on low-carb diets found that our brains do not function as well without a normal diet. So there you go ... cutting elements out of a well-rounded diet is not going to yeild any remarkable results. My findings: just eat less, play more.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
The no booze cruise
The only diet I've ever been on is the "see food" diet (I see food, I eat it... ha ha, get it?). I remember eating an extraordinary amount of canned tuna during cross country in high school and calling it a high-protein diet, but in reality, I was just hungry so I ate tuna.
Today at work, I e-mailed my roommate Jess to see if she wanted to have a few martinis after work, as Tuesdays always require extra unwinding in the weekly newspaper business.
The speedy reply was... no. Jess is committing to a "carb flush" for two weeks, which includes all alcohols. Every single one of them. Even wine.
So I got to thinking about everything I'd had to eat today and realized that my daily intake is potentially only carbs (does coffee count as a protein since it comes from a bean?). This doesn't concern me in the least, but as my day-to-day life is a little boring lately, I told Jess I would join her in this self-inflicted brutality. After all, who wants to drink alone? Plus, roommates have to support each other.
Therefore, for the next two weeks I will be doing what I've never done before: restricting myself from eating an entire food group. Perhaps it will be good to test my will-power, especially when it comes to saying goodbye to granola. I may not get out of bed some mornings, as granola is my sole incentive to not hit snooze come 6 a.m., but maybe it will be easier to wake up, having not had several drinks before hitting the hay the previous night.
Will I loose weight? Probably not- I'm a health nut as is, so this might just make me miss mom's homemade bread. But it will certainly prove an interesting struggle.
As for the no drinking part... well, I will be blogging more frequently the next two Saturday nights.
Today at work, I e-mailed my roommate Jess to see if she wanted to have a few martinis after work, as Tuesdays always require extra unwinding in the weekly newspaper business.
The speedy reply was... no. Jess is committing to a "carb flush" for two weeks, which includes all alcohols. Every single one of them. Even wine.
So I got to thinking about everything I'd had to eat today and realized that my daily intake is potentially only carbs (does coffee count as a protein since it comes from a bean?). This doesn't concern me in the least, but as my day-to-day life is a little boring lately, I told Jess I would join her in this self-inflicted brutality. After all, who wants to drink alone? Plus, roommates have to support each other.
Therefore, for the next two weeks I will be doing what I've never done before: restricting myself from eating an entire food group. Perhaps it will be good to test my will-power, especially when it comes to saying goodbye to granola. I may not get out of bed some mornings, as granola is my sole incentive to not hit snooze come 6 a.m., but maybe it will be easier to wake up, having not had several drinks before hitting the hay the previous night.
Will I loose weight? Probably not- I'm a health nut as is, so this might just make me miss mom's homemade bread. But it will certainly prove an interesting struggle.
As for the no drinking part... well, I will be blogging more frequently the next two Saturday nights.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Island Time
Awake to see this morning's spectacular Boulder sunrise, my body proved to me for the third day in a row that it is still on island time.
Gladly accompanying my grandparents on their 50th wedding anniversary in the form of a Caribbean-cruising sailboat, seven days were spent basking (read: getting charred) in the sun, consuming altogether way too many alcoholic beverages, swimming, eating and trying really hard to just relax. I did, however, come to the realization that the term "island time" applies to much more than what your watch says; it's a way of life.
There are a few things that especially flourish on island time, but above all the winner seems to be romance. The Caribbean caters to everyone's varying definitions of romance, and traveling through, it was almost comical to see the broad spectrum realized in so many forms.
On a very superficial level my younger sister, Liz, pointed out that on several of the islands, the male-female ratio was dramatically on her side (she has a thing for darker men with accents) to the tune of 2 to 1. I figured that the generous gentlemen leading our excursions just liked the rare blonde, or wanted a decent tip. Liz soaked up the attention and thought nothing more of it.
The next instance, which was perhaps more lust than love (but who am I to judge?) came when I was bobbing up and down in the waves off of Martinique (?) and happened to glance toward shore just in time to see one of the older crew members from our ship furiously, shamelessly and quite publicly locking lips with someone I assumed was from the island. As I debated whether this was a romantic meeting or an island booty-call, a wave knocked some sense into me and I concluded that there may not be too much difference.
Of course, 'hook-ups,' as my father so aptly coined them, are all very much a part of the cruising lifestyle for guests on the ship, as well. It is the wonderful mix of heat and booze that results in less clothing and more ambition. The sad aspect of these relationships is they seem to be short-lived, and after the seven days, ways are parted and people end up in their respective parts of the globe with only a memory and perhaps a new Facebook friend.
The true romance was found in the 50-and-over crowd; those that came together in celebration of many years spent in one another's company, through sickness and in health, through richer or poorer -- the romance 22-year-old women crave. I found myself sighing more than usual and wishing upon most of the stars in the perfectly black Caribbean ceiling for some of that to come my way.
The most heart-wrenchingly romantic story came from a German-Argentinian couple. The German (man) fell in love with the Argentinian woman, even though she was the secretary that handed him his pink slip. He left on a three week vacation, only to return a week early just to see her. When he arrived at her house, her mother informed him that her daughter had flown to the U.S. to marry someone else. In a spectacular show of persistence, the German acquired a visa, booked the only seat left on a U.S.-bound plane - first class, which he was no business to be flying - and made it to the U.S. in time. Needless to say, he somehow convinced her to marry him, and they have been side-by-side ever since.
And then there are my grandparents - celebrating, and rightly so, 50 years of thick and thin. Never have I heard my grandfather speak so lovingly to my grandmother, thanking her for everything that she put up with. Never have I realized how much those two have been through together - near-death experiences, children, constant moving, a war, jobs, illnesses, and on the list goes. Listening to those stories and seeing my grandparents recognize that neither of them could have made it to this point without the other, made me realize how important marriage is on levels I before did not know existed. Romance is more than making out in a tropical paradise: it's having a best friend and a life partner with which to share everyday.
Gladly accompanying my grandparents on their 50th wedding anniversary in the form of a Caribbean-cruising sailboat, seven days were spent basking (read: getting charred) in the sun, consuming altogether way too many alcoholic beverages, swimming, eating and trying really hard to just relax. I did, however, come to the realization that the term "island time" applies to much more than what your watch says; it's a way of life.
There are a few things that especially flourish on island time, but above all the winner seems to be romance. The Caribbean caters to everyone's varying definitions of romance, and traveling through, it was almost comical to see the broad spectrum realized in so many forms.
On a very superficial level my younger sister, Liz, pointed out that on several of the islands, the male-female ratio was dramatically on her side (she has a thing for darker men with accents) to the tune of 2 to 1. I figured that the generous gentlemen leading our excursions just liked the rare blonde, or wanted a decent tip. Liz soaked up the attention and thought nothing more of it.
The next instance, which was perhaps more lust than love (but who am I to judge?) came when I was bobbing up and down in the waves off of Martinique (?) and happened to glance toward shore just in time to see one of the older crew members from our ship furiously, shamelessly and quite publicly locking lips with someone I assumed was from the island. As I debated whether this was a romantic meeting or an island booty-call, a wave knocked some sense into me and I concluded that there may not be too much difference.
Of course, 'hook-ups,' as my father so aptly coined them, are all very much a part of the cruising lifestyle for guests on the ship, as well. It is the wonderful mix of heat and booze that results in less clothing and more ambition. The sad aspect of these relationships is they seem to be short-lived, and after the seven days, ways are parted and people end up in their respective parts of the globe with only a memory and perhaps a new Facebook friend.
The true romance was found in the 50-and-over crowd; those that came together in celebration of many years spent in one another's company, through sickness and in health, through richer or poorer -- the romance 22-year-old women crave. I found myself sighing more than usual and wishing upon most of the stars in the perfectly black Caribbean ceiling for some of that to come my way.
The most heart-wrenchingly romantic story came from a German-Argentinian couple. The German (man) fell in love with the Argentinian woman, even though she was the secretary that handed him his pink slip. He left on a three week vacation, only to return a week early just to see her. When he arrived at her house, her mother informed him that her daughter had flown to the U.S. to marry someone else. In a spectacular show of persistence, the German acquired a visa, booked the only seat left on a U.S.-bound plane - first class, which he was no business to be flying - and made it to the U.S. in time. Needless to say, he somehow convinced her to marry him, and they have been side-by-side ever since.
And then there are my grandparents - celebrating, and rightly so, 50 years of thick and thin. Never have I heard my grandfather speak so lovingly to my grandmother, thanking her for everything that she put up with. Never have I realized how much those two have been through together - near-death experiences, children, constant moving, a war, jobs, illnesses, and on the list goes. Listening to those stories and seeing my grandparents recognize that neither of them could have made it to this point without the other, made me realize how important marriage is on levels I before did not know existed. Romance is more than making out in a tropical paradise: it's having a best friend and a life partner with which to share everyday.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
First Amendment: Part I "Separation of Church and State"
Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.
A war is being waged through a very unlikely medium: license plates.
The Americans United for Separation of Church and State have recently sued the state of South Carolina over its potentially unconstitutional DMV-issued plates with "I Believe" accompanied by a cross. They are suing on behalf of a rabbi, two Christian pastors and a Hindu organization. As of right now, the federal courts have ruled on a temporary injunction to hault the distribution of the plates.
Now here is an interesting situation: religious organizations suing to quiet another religious group's freedom of speech. Can you say, "Shooting yourself in the foot?"
This case can be argued two ways:
1) The AUSCS can argue that the S.C. legislature is supporting a religious establishment by passing a law that creates a Christian-specific plate. On these grounds, yes, the S.C. legislature's Act No. 253 or the "I Believe" Act, is wrong. However....
2) It has been established that vanity plates fall under freedom of speech, and as such, the religious organizations suing the state are harming their own freedoms if this nonsense is passed. First, why would two Christian pastors have a problem with "I believe" being inscribed on a license plate? The followers of these Christian leaders need to seriously re-assess their ideals and those of their pastors. As for the non-Christian leaders: Why would they not push for their own religious-specific license plates in the hopes of having equal opportunity to express their ideals instead of squashing those of others. Freedom of speech means just that; freedom. It does not mean, "His speech hurts my feelings because I believe differently so it shouldn't be allowed!"
The only way that the AUSCS has a leg on which to stand is if the S.C. Legislature decides not to pass or ban license plates that say, "Allah is king." Only at this point is there a freedom of speech violation. Until then, the religious groups should put an add in their establishments' bulletins asking for lisence plate ideas.
Related links:
Ind. appeals court backs 'In God We Trust' license plates
7th Circuit: Ill. not required to issue 'Choose Life' plates
9th Circuit: Ariz. wrong to deny 'Choose Life' plates
Monday, December 1, 2008
Weather incoming
What is the only thing that means more runners than cyclists on Boulder's streets? Snow and low enough temperatures to create icy roads.
Sure enough, the 70-plus degree weather has finally left Colorado, and with it goes the ability to climb endlessly outdoors, run for hours on end and, perhaps my favorite pastime, turn your face toward the sun, smile and absorb.
With the sudden change comes the temptation to do unhealthy things such as drink whiskey, remain inactive for long periods of time, eat chocolate etc. Essentially everything I hate to love comes into fruition.
However, the cooler temps also supply time for several things I enjoy thoroughly. For one, drinking hot tea. A tip for tea drinkers: boiling hot water scalds green tea making it bitter. For sweeter green tea, let your boiling water cool slightly before pouring it on the tea bag.
Second, and most important, reading. For your curiosity, and my record, I am including my top "must reads" for the winter. The list may get longer at some point, so feel free to check back if you are ever in the need for a good read.
1. Galetea 2.2 by Richard Powers
2. Nathaniel Hawthorne's selected short stories
3. Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand
4. The Light of Other Days by Arthur C. Clarke
5. The Omnivore's Dilemma by Michael Pollan
6. Magical Thinking by Augusten Burroughs
7. A Rat's Tale by Tor Seidler
8. Three Cups of Tea by Greg Mortenson
Hopefully there is enough of a variety for all tastes in this list.
For further reading, here's a little bit of disappointing, anti-First Amendment news... sorry folks, but it's true -- and in California, no less: http://www.firstamendmentcenter.org/news.aspx?id=20919
Sure enough, the 70-plus degree weather has finally left Colorado, and with it goes the ability to climb endlessly outdoors, run for hours on end and, perhaps my favorite pastime, turn your face toward the sun, smile and absorb.
With the sudden change comes the temptation to do unhealthy things such as drink whiskey, remain inactive for long periods of time, eat chocolate etc. Essentially everything I hate to love comes into fruition.
However, the cooler temps also supply time for several things I enjoy thoroughly. For one, drinking hot tea. A tip for tea drinkers: boiling hot water scalds green tea making it bitter. For sweeter green tea, let your boiling water cool slightly before pouring it on the tea bag.
Second, and most important, reading. For your curiosity, and my record, I am including my top "must reads" for the winter. The list may get longer at some point, so feel free to check back if you are ever in the need for a good read.
1. Galetea 2.2 by Richard Powers
2. Nathaniel Hawthorne's selected short stories
3. Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand
4. The Light of Other Days by Arthur C. Clarke
5. The Omnivore's Dilemma by Michael Pollan
6. Magical Thinking by Augusten Burroughs
7. A Rat's Tale by Tor Seidler
8. Three Cups of Tea by Greg Mortenson
Hopefully there is enough of a variety for all tastes in this list.
For further reading, here's a little bit of disappointing, anti-First Amendment news... sorry folks, but it's true -- and in California, no less: http://www.firstamendmentcenter.org/news.aspx?id=20919
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