Boot camp and beyond

Numbers and loopiness
13 November 2006 (Monday), 11:46 pm
Filed under: NaBloPoMo, Outside boot camp log

Loopy is how I have been most of the day. It could be because I am an idiot about going to bed so only slept 5.5 hours last night, or it could be because yesterday I was only taking a third to a half dose of the drops that go with the (arguably just as smelly and vile) three different kinds of herbal pills on this detox thing. 10-15 != 30.  I have no idea why I thought it was 10 drops twice daily instead of 30.  For someone who has two degrees in what could be considered applied math, I can be very stupid about simple arithmetic.

It’s probably a combination of going up to full strength on the drops and the fatigue that have made me feel out of it today, but I’m very glad today is a stat holiday in BC because I wouldn’t have been at all productive at work.  Still, it was a good day.

This morning Mounir and I went grocery shopping to stock up for the rest of the detox cleanse. Safeway had a bunch of buy-multiples-and-get-air-miles deals, so the bags were very heavy. As we struggled from the elevator to our door, he was accusing me of having chosen lighter bags. I conceded that he might have more heavy canned tomatoes in his but we needed the bathroom scales to settle it. He was carrying just over 50 lbs of food and I was carrying just over 40 lbs. Excel quickly showed, though, that he was only carrying 24% of his weight while I was carrying 31%. Mounir thought this resorting to ratios instead of absolute numbers, since we’re not on The Biggest Loser, was unfair and made me the biggest sore loser. I claimed it made me the strongest-but-obviously-not-physically-biggest loser.

That wasn’t the extent of my exercise for the day, though. Rachael and I went on an excellent ~90 minute hike through the UBC Endowment Lands.  There were a lot of dogs and their owners out on the trails, and a bunch of runners too.  (I’m both dreading and looking forward to getting back to running with the mini adventure boot camp next week.)  Anyway, the fresh air and trees and being surrounded by greenery were all great, and even greater was that the sun was out from behind the clouds by the end of it. Best of all, Mounir had dinner almost ready when I got home so we had an early dinner of grilled tuna, steamed broccoli and carrots, brown rice and lemon-dill tahini sauce. It was delicious.

NaBloPoMo seems a little bit greater today than it did before. SupaCoo‘s comment on my previous entry led me to her very amusing blog. Her exercise-related posts led me this insane-sounding NFL abdominal workout. 250 reps (of 17 exercises) in less than 7 minutes = just over 35 reps per minute. That sounds more reasonable than it probably is — I have no idea what my pace is for crunches or bicycles or whatever. The math intrigues me, I may have to try it this week.


Excuses, excuses
10 November 2006 (Friday), 11:06 pm
Filed under: Food, Habits, NaBloPoMo, Outside boot camp log

Reasons this whole self-imposed no-wheat-no-dairy-no-sugar regime wasn’t very realistic for more than four days:

1. Seven years ago today Mounir and I went out for our first dinner alone, so really, we had to do the same tonight. My stomach was being temperamental so we opted not to go to the Thai restaurant that was the site of our first date, and instead walked to our local chophouse. We didn’t have dessert but the bread that came while we were waiting for our starters was fresh and hot and good. So was the mushroom velouté on my polenta, and the red wine. I was super phlegm-y this morning despite 4 days of abstemiousness, so I think maybe there’s some other allergy at play.

2. Tomorrow afternoon we’re test tasting wedding cake. I’m looking forward to the wheat, sugar dairy trifecta.

Things that make me not want to exercise, a short and incomplete list:

1. fatigue
2. sore feet
3. phlegm and other ailments
4. rain

Despite the presence of all four demotivators, I walked to work this morning. It took until 2 or 3 pm for my trousers to dry out from the knee down; my socks only stopped feeling soggy an hour or so ago. Heavy showers laugh in the face of my compact folding umbrella.

Tomorrow the forecast calls for more rain. I’m planning to swim in the morning and hoping the hot tub and sauna afterwards will make me willing to face the rest of the day.

Not likely to be of interest to non-dancers
9 November 2006 (Thursday), 11:24 pm
Filed under: Dancing, NaBloPoMo, Outside boot camp log

Last week’s class was about holds and how those can add interest and variety on the social dance floor. I should have written down the main patterns we tried, because I’ve forgotten them all. Thus I’m recording this for myself. At tonight’s class we were working on rhythm.

Zap ba badidah za za zapidah

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Gang Aft Agley-ing
8 November 2006 (Wednesday), 11:47 pm
Filed under: Climbing, NaBloPoMo, Outside boot camp log

Okay, so it wasn’t one of the best laid plans, but the plan to go climbing after work didn’t pan out. As I was leaving work I realized I’d left my harness and climbing shoes in a bag at home. Michael was going anyway and I didn’t want to let this near-daily work out habit slip so I resigned myself to paying the stupid tax and renting gear I already own. When we arrived at Cliffhanger it looked packed. Assuming the hordes were going to increase the waiting around:climbing ratio, I was no longer willing to pay for the opportunity to stuff my feet into shoes in which who knows how many other people had sweated. So I walked back to work.

I was still at work when Michael came back from bouldering, so at least I had company for most of the walk home. Given that I walked to and from work, and Cliffhanger, and a meeting, and lunch, I still consider myself to have exercised today. From Gmaps Pedometer, it appears I walked at least 5.7496 miles. Some of that was uphill both ways, too. So that my biceps and triceps won’t atrophy, tomorrow morning I’ll do some push ups and dips and next week I’ll be climbing on Tuesday. With my red shoes that no one but me has sweated in.

Dietary changes
6 November 2006 (Monday), 10:37 pm
Filed under: Food, NaBloPoMo, Outside boot camp log

Instead of doing the Wild Rose Detox, I’m just cutting out wheat, dairy and sugar until I no longer feel like doing so. How’s that for commitment? I just really don’t feel like dealing with the “laxaherb” portion of the detox pills. But this morning marks the beginning of my abstention from wheat, dairy and all forms of sugar, assuming you (like me) don’t count whey protein as dairy. Or the fake sweetening they put in the chocolate protein powder as sugar. Hmm, there more than likely was wheat in the leftover pumpkin kibbeh the in-laws packed up for me after dinner last night. But the leftover delicious green bean and tomato stew and mujadara (lentils & rice) that made up my the remainder of my lunch and dinner were totally kosher, so to speak.

In an attempt to make myself feel better about this less than complete elimination of the components of my diet that may or may not be increasing my congestion and phlegminess, I decided to read more extreme, hippy-diet type blog entries, like this one on superfoods (to make a grocery list for tomorrow) and this one on green drinks that are not so good. The one I’ve been drinking doesn’t contain wheat or fermented soy, which is good. It still tastes like crap, which is less good. If I made my own I could add basil, but I don’t have that kind of time. Or a juicer.

The protein shake kept me going through my last personal training session in the near future. We did yet another move that felt much harder than you’d think it ought to: lying on a mat with arms by my side and my forehead and upper body flat on the mat (to protect the lower back), I lifted my legs a reasonable but not huge distance off the floor and moved them back and forth, as though making a narrow and wing-less snow angel while faceplanted. That was one of the longest minutes (or possibly two) of my life.

Infomercially, except not
4 November 2006 (Saturday), 10:39 am
Filed under: Food, Music, NaBloPoMo, Outside boot camp log

By 10 a.m. this morning I not only tried out my new Get Ripped! to the Core DVD, but had some delicious left-over sushi for breakfast, had a nice soak in an Epsom salty bath, drank my repulsive-textured Greens plus Multi plus vitamin concoction and wrote a submitted a review of the DVD to   It’s not clear if I’m allowed to post it here, too, so you’ll just have to read it on the product page if/when it shows up.  The brief synopsis is that it’s good but Jari Love’s bangs are distracting so I only gave it 4 stars.

While getting ripped to the core I noticed that I now love the burn to the point that I might be a burn junkie: when I wasn’t feeling it, I’d switch to the harder version of the exercise.  Masochists R Us.

Related to my delicious but unconventional tuna sashimi breakfast, my brother sent me a link to a band he claims are better than Lily Allen: the Duloks.  I still prefer Lily, but their Bad Vegetarian song is super fantastic.  A snippet of the lyrics:

“I saw you eat da phish!  You are a bad vegetarian!”

I am indeed a bad vegetarian, because da phish is an easy, delicious source of protein.  Also superfantastic: this video of Ethan Winer playing 37 separate cello tracks (including percussion on a cello), layered over each other to create a Cello Rondo.

3 November 2006 (Friday), 11:10 pm
Filed under: Food, NaBloPoMo, Outside boot camp log

Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana. – Groucho Marx

I want a core like a pear. – Christina

Tonight I made sweet potato and pear soup. As I was halving the pears and cutting/ripping out their cores, I was intrigued by the small rope of core that goes up to the stem and down to the whatever-it’s-called-at-the-bottom. It comes out as a whole if you pull it properly, even if it’s buried under non-corey fruit. I want the muscles of my core to be strong like that, and to hold me up from stem to whatever-it-is. So I suppose I want to be pear-shaped, at least on the inside.

I did 20 minutes of Pilates upon waking at 5:22 this morning, and walked part of the way to and from work. Tomorrow morning I plan to try out my new Get Ripped to the Core dvd; I haven’t yet been able to say its name without yelling Ripped and Core. In bold italics. Especially when I’m saying it in my head.