It’s a very happy and healthy thing for my body that I don’t live in the south because I can get down with fried everything. When in Rome…. As they say.
Amazingly, my body is responding ok to a steady flow of booze and fried fish, oysters, hush puppies and the like. Not to mention, more wheat than I’ve had in 6 weeks.
My 20s were an incredible maze through different types of eating. Most of it, ultimately, spent restricting in some way. It’s nice to be in a place where I know that I can eat what I want, and that generally, I will come back to my middle place that is mostly healthy.
Isn’t it also amazing what we can eat on vacation? If I was eating like this at home, my stomach would probably hurt and more psychologically speaking, I would probably feel gross. Not in New Orleans. No no no. In New Orleans, even the pop eyes fried chicken commercials look good. And I feel great.
I did it! I followed a recipe. It doesn’t happen often, so when it does, I become unnecessarily proud of myself. Same old gets old when you’re feeding someone who can’t eat wheat, and I was craving a pile of vegetables, but not salad, so I quite literally cooked up the first google result when I typed in “vegetable stir fry”. And it was delicious.
Start by preparing and cutting all the vegetables and measuring your ingredients so that they are ready to go. Once you begin stir-frying, it goes very quickly.
In a wok or large skillet, heat canola oil over high heat until almost smoking. Add the peppers and onion while stirring constantly. While continuing to stir, add successively the squash, broccoli, eggplant, tofu, garlic, and teriyaki sauce. Cook, stirring, constantly for 2 minutes. Add the bok choy, sprouts, pepper, and salt and cook, stirring, until crisp-tender, about 2 minutes more.
Stir in snow peas and sesame oil and remove from heat. Serve immediately.
and yes, I realize I’m not a photographer of food. It tasted beautiful, I swear.
Are amazing. And, kind of weird, right? All praise to my health insurance because last night I landed on an integrated chiropractor’s table. 40 minutes later, I had a new spine. Massage, arnica, traction and 5 adjustments, left me with flushed cheeks and a new kind of euphoria.Possibly most importantly, the doc imparted a few things to be more aware of – my chronic leg crossing while sitting (magnify my uneven hips and shortens my hip flexors unevenly) and sleeping posture. In fact, he recommended I sleep with a maternity body pillow. Maternity. That’s gonna be a real turn on for future suitors.
We might have to go pick up one of those suckers over the weekend.
Back to the leg crossing for a moment. I have been aware of this issue for a while. Cause while on the surface it seems like just a habit, it is a bit deeper than that. It is a major form of protection for me – part of how I manage my feelings and position myself on groups, negotiate anxiety and on and on. Who knew such a seemingly little thing could mean so much. The cool thing about this adjustment last night is that it makes the adjustments I am making over and over again by uncrossing my legs worth it because I want to maintain what was gained. Let’s hope this lasts longer than today. There is so good work here!
Right around the end of mile two this becomes my backdrop.
I’m thinking this is going to be an ongoing series. I never know when it’s coming, but I’m often reminded of the things I’d miss if I moved away from Seattle. Today, it was my own personal 5k – any day of the week. I love this running loop. It’s the perfect answer on those days I don’t feel like mapping a route, or quite frankly running very far at all. I’m a firm believer that a ____ (fill in the blank) workout is better than no workout, and when I run this route, it’s a quick workout, but it’s always beautiful.
There is a moment at the end of every yoga class when a forward fold has you yearning to bring your head closer and closer to your feet. I’m not sure my body will ever a really do this, but that’s besides the point. Recently, this focus has brought an incredible appreciation and fascination for and with these two things that miraculously carry our bodies all over.
I have particularly scrawny feet for my size (I was recently called a “beast” albeit a “sexy” one). My feet however, are quite dainty. Skinny, with no padding as my mother would say. They are sensitive and bony and in some ways, not totally proportional to the rest of my body. I mean, I don’t look funny or anything. I’m just sayin’ I might have benefited from some additional girth.
These things though. So much strength in such little things! Tiny toe bones helping us to balance. Delicate arches holding our equilibrium. Ankles, heals, Achilles’ tendons baring our every movement. Long days at work, weird crossed legged positions, constant striking on the ground.
We humans really are of a miraculous design/evolution. It’s funny to me that we collectively have a sort of anti-feet thing. These are things to be praised. Stories are told of students sitting at the feet of their teachers. We would do well to sit at our own feet, graciously and gratefully soaking in all they do for us. This is one way of getting back to about as basic as it gets.
Your feet? They’ve run marathons. Plural. And maneuver in high heels. That will never cease to amaze me.
Thank you for our feet!
Also, happy anniversary! It is a testament to the frequency in which we have been writing over all that I feel like I have already written this post. I have been thinking about it for a few days. But, I may also be loosing my marbles and post precisely this one year ago. Our lives are nothing if not circles.