food & nutrition.

Fuel. Calories are burned by movement or converted to thoughts that drive momentum through the trails.

food (noun)

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5 days 19 hours ago in december

I've always liked to take the year end to blog every day in December. This year I think I might do something more akin to a blogging advent calendar, or whatever that means in secular writing terms... so basically a post a day until Christmas and then take the rest of the year off. The thing is, I technically run three blogs now, so those posts will be spread across three sites. And in fact, I think I want to do more than write and put into the mix some painting and some photography and...

I'm getting ahead of myself. It's only November 30th.

Starting tomorrow I'm going to:

a) post one blog post every day on one of my multiple blogs (conveniently listed at

b) do one daily watercolour painting for the #ArtAdventCalendar challenge

c) post one photo every day on my new 8r4d-stagram

d) write a daily microfiction based on the prompt provided on my new nvl-grm site

e) continue my daily sketch in the Sketch-a-Day book my daughter got me for my birthday last week

...and, if you're wondering how this fits into a health and fitness post:

f) keep up my streak of daily No-S New Age Resolutions to which I've been holding on with pretty good rigor over the last seven days. I've been avoiding the snack cupboard. I haven't been eating deserts (except for some birthday cake, of course.) And I even added in an extra quasi-rule and have been avoiding deep fried foods this past little while. It's a challenge. Which, I suppose, is kinda the point.

So stay tuned while I work on my list for the next 24 days... tho, I won't stop doing that last one when Christmas arrives, or at least I'll quickly resume it when Christmas day has passed.

1 week ago

I'm co-opting a term: New Age.

I'm not writing about something spiritual or philosophical, though. Rather, I'm just stating simply that today I'm a new age, and I'm starting my own personal new year, and as such I'd like to make some personal promises to myself for the next 365 days.

January first is great and all, but wouldn't it be better to commit to something great on your birthday instead?

I thought so.

An while I've made a few New Age Resolutions this year, but the one that matters on this site is about my health. I'll be this new age when, hopefully, I'm recovered enough to run the Chicago Marathon next fall. That means I've got not only a lot of training to do, and not only a lot of recovery to complete, but a bit of a refit on my overall health is in order.

Or, in other words, a diet.

As a wise orange cat named Garfield once said: “So I’m on a diet...big deal. - You know what a ‘diet’ is, don’t you? - IT’S ‘DIE’ WITH A ‘T,’ THAT’S WHAT IT IS!”

I have mentioned this here before, but I'm a bit of a fan of the "No-S" diet. It's simple and it works for me (at least when I'm motivated to follow it.)

The rules: No Snacks. No Sweets. No Seconds. (Except Sometimes on S-days, like Saturday, Sunday or Special days... like your birthday!)

So today is day one of this particular New Age Resolution and I'm writing it here to keep myself accountable to that fact. I'll be tracking it and trying to switch up some bad habits I've developed (and that's mostly what this is about anyhow!) And occasionally, I'll post an update here.

That's my New Age.

4 months ago in food, diet, covid-15

We've fallen into a bad habit.

When the world is collapsing and living through an overwhelmingly epic period of frustration and pain, why the heck wouldn't we crack open the ice cream for a nightly dessert? Or keep some deliciously decadent chocolate squares handy in the fridge for a post-meal palette-cleanser? Or spend Saturday at home baking a massive fluffy and fully decorated cake?

We've fallen into a bad habit of eating dessert almost every day and sometimes not just after our evening meal, but after lunch, too.

It's amazing that I've only put on as little weight as I have, to be honest.

Staying active and eating (otherwise) healthy, helps, but little nibbles of chocolate here and a meal-ending ice cream sandwich there... it all adds up.

I can make all sorts of personal vows and promises to eat better, but it's a monumentally tough decision to make at the end of a long day, after heaps of stress at work and frustrations in the news (yet again) to say, oh thanks but I'm going to skip that bowl of delicious ice cream and just sit here and watch you, my family, enjoy one.

The swimming and extra running and generally trying to be fitter is a tapestry of mini-changes that all accumulate to a broader goal of being fitter and healthier. It's very likely that my knee hurts right now because I'm pounding it with an extra ten kilos of chocolate-fed me. Which means I can't run for a week or two. Which means I sit at home feeling sorry for myself and eating ice cream, right? Well, shit.

Willpower is in short supply, but somehow I need to sort out how to make better decisions without as much of it around.

How do you solve a problem like dessert? If I figure it out, I'm sure I'll write something here.

10 months 1 week ago in weight, covid-15

An eating style.

Not that this website has any real audience as I'm mostly writing it for myself and my own amusement, but if someone does happen to stumble upon these words I wouldn't want them to think that I'm some guy whose obsessed by weight or diet because that happens to be what I write about here.

I've been "eating better" for a whole week now.

Whoop. A whole week, he writes as sarcastically as he can.

I write here not because I'm necessarily obsessed by the topic of weight management, but when I went through a big four month long weight loss effort almost ten years ago now I found that between the increased exercise, the managed diet and the various other lifestyle tweaks the biggest factor for me was public accountability. Writing my efforts down on a blog and then sticking to them, even if it was just me and the wind reading it, kept me as honest as I could manage.

So, a week of no sweets, no seconds, no snacking (except sometimes on "cheat days" which are generally weekends) is complete and a week is nothing in the multi-month-long effort that this is going to be to get closer to my pre-pandemic fitness level.

It's yet another lifestyle change, but hopefully one for the positive.

Carrying that little bit of extra weight is hard on my body, makes it tougher to keep up with my friends on the trails (and this will only get worse when those long summer runs roll in) and generally leave me feeling a little grumpy about all that effort yielding lesser results.

I can be accountable to myself and in my head all I want, but writing it down here makes it real outside my own mind. And that makes this eating style real, and not a diet.

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