Yoga Journal - Yoga - Rethinking Breakfast
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Monday, February 16, 2009
good start
I had a good start to the day, albeit a late one. Made my usual baked beans last night and awoke at 7:15 am today to turn off the oven then went back to bed until 12:15 pm. Fuck it, it's Louis Riel Day and I have only afternoon plans.
So I got up, had a long cold glass of water, put some favourite clothes on and had e-mail for pre-breakfast. It's satisfying whenever I go to bed at something like 2:00 am and not even 11 hours later there are 11 messages in my inbox, all of which have worthy content. Very satisfying pre-breakfast. Amazing how this internet thing has become such integral part of my life, and yet, take it away and I hardly notice.
On to food. I had a bowl of the just-cooled beans and a piece of my pumpkin scone, which is actually more like a fucking fancy bannock this time around. The pumpkin scone kind of evolved into bannock as I realized just a second too late, that the pumpkin puree must be COOL in order to work with the vegan margerine I'd cut into the flour, sugar, baking powder, baking soda and dried ginger. Whoops. So I ended up having to add a ton more flour and the result was a very bannock-like thing, tasty indeed.
My recent resolution has been to eat three grapefruits per week as they're an amazing citrus fruit, very low in sugar, very high in fibre. I don't eat oranges as I'm allergic and well, lemons and limes are great in the cocktails and food and shit, but I'll be damned if I'm gonna eat a lemon for breakfast unless it's in the form of sugar-coated wedges with a chaser of vodka.
I've bought about ten grapefruits this winter and have eaten probably only one. I've just watched these grapefruits shrink and harden and wither and dry the fuck out over and over. Today, I ate a grapefruit and fuck was it ever good. I hate peeling citrus fruits, that's the major thing with me. That shit that gets under the fingernails is so sickening. Totally revolting. So from now on, the rule is that I cut the fruit into wedges and rip the fruit and pulp from the peel with my teeth. These are minor details that I MUST concern myself with, otherwise I won't be eating the grapefruits apparently.
I also drank a cup of hot water infused with fresh ginger and a wedge of lemon and a teaspoon of honey. Hardly vegan this drink, but so delicious and yes,good for you.
I haven't had very consistent breakfasts in the past week; I had a few cups of coffee at the start of the work week that I suspect really screwed with me; sleeping pattern was infuriating around Wednesday, my appetite's been wonky and I've had terrible issues with pain management. These are things I blame caffeine for. I switched back to yerba mate on Thursday morning and well, all my patterns just shifted from self-abuse to self-care. Got a massage on Thursday night, had a treatment involving Reiki and other types of spooky shit on Friday night and then went for acupuncture on Saturday morning. Now I feel like the leg I've injured is actually on the road to recovery. I've had issues with headaches but I feel like I'm turning a corner in that regard too, as long as I stay away from the caffeine and get proper rest and hydration.
I'm also happy to report that I can add berries to my repertoire of breakfasts. My latest acupuncture also involved a treatment for my berry allergy. Yesterday I drank a totally delicious cup of the "Nourishment Tea" that wreaked such terrible havoc on me only a month and a half ago on my birthday (the raspberry leaves caused my eczema to completely go insane, I haven't been the same since). Today, no eczema. My berry allergy has been eliminated!!! This means I can have raspberries in my oatmeal, strawberries in my Red River Cereal, blueberries in my pancakes!! It's a revolution. My room mate is so pleased, as she's a berry fiend and of course wants to share the joy.
I notice I'm fairly conservative about eating foods to which I've been prohibited for a long time, at least at the beginning of our reconciliation. I'll report more when I've become more bold about it.
So I got up, had a long cold glass of water, put some favourite clothes on and had e-mail for pre-breakfast. It's satisfying whenever I go to bed at something like 2:00 am and not even 11 hours later there are 11 messages in my inbox, all of which have worthy content. Very satisfying pre-breakfast. Amazing how this internet thing has become such integral part of my life, and yet, take it away and I hardly notice.
On to food. I had a bowl of the just-cooled beans and a piece of my pumpkin scone, which is actually more like a fucking fancy bannock this time around. The pumpkin scone kind of evolved into bannock as I realized just a second too late, that the pumpkin puree must be COOL in order to work with the vegan margerine I'd cut into the flour, sugar, baking powder, baking soda and dried ginger. Whoops. So I ended up having to add a ton more flour and the result was a very bannock-like thing, tasty indeed.
My recent resolution has been to eat three grapefruits per week as they're an amazing citrus fruit, very low in sugar, very high in fibre. I don't eat oranges as I'm allergic and well, lemons and limes are great in the cocktails and food and shit, but I'll be damned if I'm gonna eat a lemon for breakfast unless it's in the form of sugar-coated wedges with a chaser of vodka.
I've bought about ten grapefruits this winter and have eaten probably only one. I've just watched these grapefruits shrink and harden and wither and dry the fuck out over and over. Today, I ate a grapefruit and fuck was it ever good. I hate peeling citrus fruits, that's the major thing with me. That shit that gets under the fingernails is so sickening. Totally revolting. So from now on, the rule is that I cut the fruit into wedges and rip the fruit and pulp from the peel with my teeth. These are minor details that I MUST concern myself with, otherwise I won't be eating the grapefruits apparently.
I also drank a cup of hot water infused with fresh ginger and a wedge of lemon and a teaspoon of honey. Hardly vegan this drink, but so delicious and yes,good for you.
I haven't had very consistent breakfasts in the past week; I had a few cups of coffee at the start of the work week that I suspect really screwed with me; sleeping pattern was infuriating around Wednesday, my appetite's been wonky and I've had terrible issues with pain management. These are things I blame caffeine for. I switched back to yerba mate on Thursday morning and well, all my patterns just shifted from self-abuse to self-care. Got a massage on Thursday night, had a treatment involving Reiki and other types of spooky shit on Friday night and then went for acupuncture on Saturday morning. Now I feel like the leg I've injured is actually on the road to recovery. I've had issues with headaches but I feel like I'm turning a corner in that regard too, as long as I stay away from the caffeine and get proper rest and hydration.
I'm also happy to report that I can add berries to my repertoire of breakfasts. My latest acupuncture also involved a treatment for my berry allergy. Yesterday I drank a totally delicious cup of the "Nourishment Tea" that wreaked such terrible havoc on me only a month and a half ago on my birthday (the raspberry leaves caused my eczema to completely go insane, I haven't been the same since). Today, no eczema. My berry allergy has been eliminated!!! This means I can have raspberries in my oatmeal, strawberries in my Red River Cereal, blueberries in my pancakes!! It's a revolution. My room mate is so pleased, as she's a berry fiend and of course wants to share the joy.
I notice I'm fairly conservative about eating foods to which I've been prohibited for a long time, at least at the beginning of our reconciliation. I'll report more when I've become more bold about it.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
in pain
I need to start eating dedicated breakfasts again. I've sort of had very little will to take care of myself, mostly because my right leg fucking hurts. It's so hard to take care of oneself when there is pain to deal with. When it hurts to take care of oneself.
I need to start eating dedicated breakfasts again, not only because it's "good for me", but because I've been overeating in a very self-punishing way and of course, when I was eating regular breakfasts, I didn't seem to do that kind of self-abuse. Overeating was just overeating, not some fucked-up morbid ritual of autobrutality.
I am stressed/anxious/etc., I do have to admit. New job, a deadline to meet, having a disability for the time being, things happening around me that definitely allow for paranoia. Not getting enough sleep. Being injured prevents me from working out in my usual manner, which is also a problem.
One thing I can do is eat breakfast, concentrate on controlling my diet and appetite. A relatively easy thing to do, and doesn't require an enormous amount of time in the sense that my breakfasts can be prepared ahead of time and "whipped up" within 15 minutes or less, normally. Grocery-shopping is an issue, but for the most part simply requires that I ask one of my more car-endowed chums for a favour in a time of real need.
Life is good; I'm just really overwhelmed by change at the moment. I'm also painfully reminded that sleep and nutrition are extremely necessary during such times of serious adjustment. I'm so tired that I couldn't care less what happens right now, so full of food that I can't sleep. ugh. Every time I stuff myself like this there's an extreme urge to fast the next day which leads me right into an extreme urge to stuff again. ugh. Must get a grip.
I need to start eating dedicated breakfasts again, not only because it's "good for me", but because I've been overeating in a very self-punishing way and of course, when I was eating regular breakfasts, I didn't seem to do that kind of self-abuse. Overeating was just overeating, not some fucked-up morbid ritual of autobrutality.
I am stressed/anxious/etc., I do have to admit. New job, a deadline to meet, having a disability for the time being, things happening around me that definitely allow for paranoia. Not getting enough sleep. Being injured prevents me from working out in my usual manner, which is also a problem.
One thing I can do is eat breakfast, concentrate on controlling my diet and appetite. A relatively easy thing to do, and doesn't require an enormous amount of time in the sense that my breakfasts can be prepared ahead of time and "whipped up" within 15 minutes or less, normally. Grocery-shopping is an issue, but for the most part simply requires that I ask one of my more car-endowed chums for a favour in a time of real need.
Life is good; I'm just really overwhelmed by change at the moment. I'm also painfully reminded that sleep and nutrition are extremely necessary during such times of serious adjustment. I'm so tired that I couldn't care less what happens right now, so full of food that I can't sleep. ugh. Every time I stuff myself like this there's an extreme urge to fast the next day which leads me right into an extreme urge to stuff again. ugh. Must get a grip.
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