Fruits and veggies

For one of my classes we had to choose an aspect of our personal health to "work on". Some people are working on quitting smoking, others on exercising more, that sort of thing. When I went through the assessment the only thing that I noticed was really off in my health was a large lack of fruits and vegetables. Supposedly I should eat four fruits and five vegetables a day. This did not sound difficult when I began, but I was very wrong.

Today is the last day of my project. For the past few days I have failed miserably [one and three, two and four]. I am tired of eating fruits and vegetables, even though I gained an appreciation for them these past six weeks. As I am writing this I am munching on some baby carrots and drinking some V8 Splash, and I won't reach my goal for the day.

Here's what I've learned. Fruits are easy. One or two at breakfast, a couple during the day to snack on. Easy. Getting enough veggies on the other hand, is quite the task. Think about it. Rarely does one eat any vegetables for breakfast. If I'm lucky I can get a salad for lunch with maybe three veggie servings, but say I only get one serving of veggies at lunch, that means I need to have three or four at dinner. One trick is the V8 Splash, as it's one serving of both fruits and veggies. Regardless, it's a challenge. And now that it is over, I will probably consider three servings of each a day a pretty decent amount.

On a positive note, I did eat and learn to enjoy some new foods, including: artichokes [thanks to Steph], oranges, tangelos and mangos. It all sounds very tropical, but let's be honest, it hasn't helped winter die at all. I thought my beard would be sacrifice enough, but apparently winter wants to see what May is like. However, I've heard that today was the last day of coldness, so I'm holding on to that rumour. Tightly. you have my love.

Ocho

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1. Downed trees, had to hurdle over them.
2. Girl walking dog, I note that
her plates are from Oregon.
3. The Hill.
4. Girl from Oregon
again, I chickened out, didn't talk to her and kept running.
5. Nearly
turned my ankle. Stupid stick.
6. Had to poop. Didn't.
7. Had to poop. Did.
8. The stairs.
9. Strange boggy, mud pit. Mostly avoided.
10. Say hello to the Saldanha house and finish up with my eight miles.

deBearding

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acceptance


And now I'm without a beard, though with chops and a patch del soul. Chances are good that most of you have never seen my chin without a significant amount of facial hair on it. I haven't clear cut the goatee region since summer of oh-two, so I figured it could use some sunlight and fresh air. Also, please be excited because I have multiple posts on my mind, thus attempting to bring this blog out of impending recession. you have my love.

Prophets, heroes, martyrs and good men [part one]

1/15/1929 - 4/4/1968, thirty-nine years old


"Whenever the Church, consciously or unconsciously, caters to one class it loses the spiritual force of the 'whosoever will, let him come' doctrine, and is in danger of becoming little more than a social club within a thin veneer of religiosity." - MLK jr., in his autobiography.

Obviously there are many amazing quotes from this man, but this one is dear to me. It reminds me of his love for the Church. What he did was more than call for equality; he proclaimed the Kingdom of God, like the prophets of old.