Thursday, January 17, 2013

Manhattan and Banana bread



I've been doing pretty well on the Paleo diet for the last week and it seems to be getting easier. At dinner last night we ordered pizza (which is my main trigger food) and I didn't touch it. I had a salad with grilled chicken.There's been a little bit of wheat sneaking in to some of the sauces and things I've been cooking with. but it's almost all out of the house now. Today I stocked up on Almond flour today for Baking and some other things that have become my new staples. I found this great recipie for banana bread which I made yesterday. It is REALLY good. I don't miss the flour at all. Next time I would use a bit less almond extract, but still good.



I'm making Brazilian chicken curry from one of my favorite blogs, PaleOMG in the crockpot for dinner tonight as I LOVE TO CROCK, not sure how it's going to be but it smells damn fantastic. Next week I plan to try this recipe for sandwich bread. I miss sandwiches. A lot.

Not sure if the new diet is helping with the eczema yet. It is better but it tends to ebb and flow... I'll need a little more time to know for sure. I had decided to allow myself dairy, I love, love, love cheese. But this morning I watched the documentary:  Perfect Human Diet and now I'm thinking of cutting dairy out as well. There's really no need for it. I would recommend watching the documentary if you're new to this diet and want to understand the science behind it. There wasn't much mentioned I didn't already know from my own research, so if you've been eating this way for awhile it would just be a waste of time.

Diet aside, I've been getting more and more inspired to get out of the cube. Time for big changes. Getting lots of ideas from the other fabulous pole schools and business owners, looking forward to putting them all together. Human beings just weren't built to sit at a computer 8 hours a day. Soooo unhealthy. (If you are also stuck at a desk all day here is great video on desk stretches from the Amazing Samantha Star:



Heading to New York tomorrow for X-pole teacher training (squeeeeeeeee), this is a major step in my journey, I'm so excited. I don't know what will follow, but I can't wait to find out. In the words of the great philosopher Tom Petty, "The future is wide open."

Can't wait to post from training this weekend! If you are paleo eating please share your favorite recipes with me! I love trying new things. Have a safe and happy long weekend!!




Thursday, January 3, 2013

* Guest Pole~Cat in the Spotlight *

A Guest Post From My Sister Katie (The Other Bambino)

I must start off by saying that I am in no way athletic.  Have you ever heard of someone having to take summer school for gym?  I have.  Don’t get me wrong.  I enjoy swimming in the summer and hiking in the fall, but when someone says the “E” word my brain flashes images of running on a treadmill or pumping an elliptical while watching the gym’s flat screen play latest paternity test episode of Maury.  Basically, you’ve lost me.  I’ll be in my room reading, thank you very much.  So, when my older sister insisted I accompany her to D.L. Fitness, a pole dancing and fitness studio, I was hesitant.   I had made my judgments and assumed everyone would judge me.  I pictured statuesque 18 year-olds who had either been dancing their whole lives or at least looked like it.  I trusted my sister though and agreed to meet her there one summer evening several months ago.
            My first class was with Maggie, a spritely little redhead who worked a hula hoop like it was glittery, dazzling bodily appendage.  She stood at the front of the studio, telling us what we would be learning in the class with that hoop circling her waist so fluidly you barely saw movement.  I was amazed. I was also nervous.  This was not the hula hooping I remembered from my childhood.  Maggie was supportive and we moved slowly.  I was shocked to find out my muscles seemed to remember the movements.  By the end of the first class I was panting a bit and my abs ached from not only the hoop movements, but from laughing.  I felt uplifted and eager for more.
            We learned new tricks every week and I practiced in my little apartment, knocking things off the coffee table and nearly taking down a pendant lamp with my “vortex”.  While practicing one evening after work my boyfriend looked over at me from the kitchen.  “It looks like your hips aren’t even moving”, he said sipping juice from the carton.  I stopped and felt a giant grin spread across my face.  This was my first taste of victory and I needed more.    
            I took my first pole class one month before the studio moved to their larger venue.  Jess, my lovely and skilled instructor with the patience of a saint taught me the basics. Pole I was not easy.  I was absurdly intimidated by this shiny, cold thing sticking out from the floor.  That first class was rough.  I banged my knee, my shin, and my elbow.  I had welts all over my arm and ankles.  Despite my new bruises and blisters, I was falling hard (no pun intended) for pole.  By the end of four weeks I felt stronger.  I was still a bit intimidated when it was time to try something new, but I did it.  I tried.  Once in a while I even succeeded.  When I did succeed, I celebrated and then pushed harder.
            I was thrilled when the new studio opened.  Maggie would be teaching aerial silks.  I spent my childhood dreaming of soaring through the air and awing audiences.  Here was my chance!  Right in front of me!  The first step!  So why couldn’t I lift myself off the ground?  That first class was even more cringe-worthy than my first pole class.  But I kept trying and pushing (or pulling as aerials would have it).  By week four I could climb, key, and complete my balance sequence.  By week 6 I completed a shaky and rather ungraceful “candy cane”.  
            My fitness goals change after every class.  My initial overall goal when I enrolled in classes was to get stronger physically and have fun doing it.  I am working on the stronger part and I enjoy every moment.  Each time I enter that studio I say to myself, “Nail this one move tonight.  Make this trick look more graceful.  Hold this pose longer than you did last week.”  I am shocked to say that I usually achieve my weekly goal in some form or another.  I am even more surprised to find that the strength I find in class carried over when I went home.  Since I started taking classes I left a job I didn’t like for one I liked better.  I took up baking again after I somehow lost the time to do it before.  I could look at myself at the end of class and know that no matter what I pulled off in that hour at least I tried.  The following week, when I walked in that studio again, I will try harder.  

xoxox,
The Other Bambino