Category Archives: Healthy Living

Training SEALs on Coronado Island.

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If this is the view from your window, you are not allowed to complain about anything, ever.

For those of you who haven’t heard, we recently stayed on Coronado Island for vacation. A fun fact about Coronado is that it is home to a Naval Base which hosts Navy SEAL training. This is certainly more interesting than the fact that Orville Redenbacher died on the island, which is equally true.

After a little research, I found SEAL is an acronym for “Sea Air and Land” teams which confused me, because the correct acronym should be the SALs.  This is possibly not be the vibe they want to put out, hence the Navy’s liberal interpretation of acronym rules.  Regardless, Navy SEAL training is notoriously brutal, with something like a 90% “wash out” rate.  Sounds pleasant.

During our stay we rented bikes, because we pride ourselves on being an active family, and pedaled around the island.  As an aside, the bike rental company had an incredibly clever name, our hotel is known as “The Del,” and the bike rental was called “peDels.” Brilliant, right?  OK, so they took a little liberty with the spelling of pedal, but its cute.

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If only all parks could be so scenic, the world would be a better place.

So, as we bike around the island we come to this beautiful park. What makes this particular place extra scenic were the gorgeous physical specimens jogging around the park, shirtless and sweaty in all their 3% total body fat glory.  My goodness, even my 10-year-old daughter immediately realized these are not the normal humans we are accustomed to seeing in our world.  Even the fittest amongst us do not come close to the degree of physical perfection these guys have attained.  For this, I salute them and thank them for their contribution to my vacation.

Later that evening we were sitting at a restaurant when we noticed some people stringing yellow scene tape, cordoning off a section of beach around some big rocks.  We asked our waitress what was going on, she told us there was an injured seal washed up on the beach.  Turns out she was totally making this up.

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Don’t drop the boat, wouldn’t want it to get wet.

In reality, they were setting up for nocturnal SEAL training.  As darkness settled in, rubber boat loads of cadets paddled onto shore.  Once they landed, they did a variety of pointless, but really difficult, exercises like lunges with the boat held over their heads, push ups with their feet up on said boat, the kind of stuff I rebel against, which is why this whole boot camp exercise trend will have to carry on without me.

After they finished, they came to our side of the rocks where some guy on a bull horn yelled instructions at them.  At one point he made them run into the water, (have I mentioned how cold the ocean is), roll around and then run back, it was kind of weird.  He warned them that if they did not complete these tasks perfectly, they would be “recycled back to Instructor Wilkowski” who must be a real tool, because nobody seemed to want that to happen.

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Mount Wilkowski

We found out why Instructor Wilkowski was to be avoided.  He was the guy that made them climb over the huge, slippery rocks, in the dark, with their boat held over their head.  Gads!

The whole thing was exhausting to watch, which is why we left and went for ice cream.  We did have the decency not to eat it in front of the SEAL trainees.  Frankly, I was afraid Instructor Wilkowski might  see us and take our cones.

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This is what a night landing looks like.

Cheers,

Dazey

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Going to the park, California syle.

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This is not something you are likely to see in the Toledo-Lucas County Metropark System.

Now, we have a great metro-park system where we live, and I am no stranger to them.  They all have nice woods with paths for walking and biking. You will also find the occasional bench with a vaguely scenic view, and a few boardwalks which meander next to a creek.  But nothing in my park going experience could prepare me for Balboa Park in San Diego.  I can only  presume this is what Shangri-La is like.

The day we were there was the last day of the LGBT festival, so I am not sure if the other park-goers are always so flamboyantly festooned in costume and fancy dress, but I choose to believe that they are. Given that we indirectly attended both the LGBT festival and Comic Con in the same week, I am inclined to believe that in San Diego cosplay is an everyday thing. This may not be true, but it makes my vacation more memorable and therefore, I elect to perpetuate this legend.

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Having never been to Shangri-La, I can’t be sure, but expect it looks similar to this.

Balboa Park is more that just a park, there are museums, botanical gardens,  fountains and trails. There is a huge Botanical Building, full of plants and fish ponds and all manner of flora. There are gardens galore; cactus, Australian, Japanese and a seriously impressive rose garden that makes you re-think why you are trying to grow them in Ohio.

My favorite place was the Prado restaurant, I think it may have been my favorite meal of the whole week. This could be because we had just come from the airport and it had been almost 8 hours since I had eaten and I was ready to chew off my own arm, but in truth the food was really good and the setting was beautiful. In Ohio, if something is served, “California style,” it is code for “with avocado”, well I can confirm that it is true, almost everything in California is served with avocadoes, but they just call it food.

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Mr. Mayhem and Lil’ Mayhem at the Prado restaurant in Balboa Park, food and fountains, both California Style.

Cheers.

Dazey

Oh how I miss college and pro football

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I admittedly have a small addiction problem when it comes to football. I live for the weekends from September to January. And now, with the addition of Thursday night games, I am at a def-con 4 level of excitement pretty much all week. Good game, bad game, doesn’t matter, I watch them all.  But after the Super Bowl, sadly, there is no more football to watch and we are left to our own devices to fill the time, that is when something like this happens:

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This would be a photo of the “spa day” in my daughter’s bedroom this Sunday.  Now, I generally do not go in for the fancy pantsery of facials, mani/pedis and the like, I am more of a wash-n-go kind of girl (I do put on sunscreen everyday, I am not a total heathen), however, I am never going to be accused of fussing over my looks.  But this weekend, such was my level of boredom, I fully participated in the Lil’ Mayhem Spa Experience.

Now I must say, for an event put on solely by a 9-year old, the snacks were outstanding, fruit salad, turkey cheese roll-ups and lingonberry spritzers.  I could have done without the oatmeal- yogurt facial, it was cold and clammy and I had to leave it on my face for 15 mins, but I did get to lie quietly on the floor and listen to lullaby music. That was nice.

The NFL draft is 55 days away and the Ohio State spring game is on my birthday (April 13th) this year.  So, I have these to look forward to, but in the meantime, God only knows what other adventures I will agree to in order to pass the time.

Cheers,

Dazey

Oh Yoga Dork, you tickle me so…

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I love the blog, Yoga Dork.  It is an irreverent, but respectful look at the sometimes amusing world of Yoga. I believe they use the words “cheeky candor” to describe themselves. Today, as I was avoiding my work by checking in with my favorite web hangouts, I noticed they have re-organized their front page so that it now resembles a news aggregator like the Huffington Post.

But what set my heart a twitter is that I see they have added a section dedicated to Yoga in Sports.  I hope this is going to be a regular feature, as it combines my two loves.  If you have read my “about me” page, and frankly who hasn’t, you will note that I cop to an embarrassing addiction to ESPN, seriously I have a problem.  From Mike & Mike at 7:00am to Coach & Company at 5:00, I listen all day to ESPN radio, its kind of sad, and as I have been told, “weird for a chick.”

The other day my husband had Lithium on our Sirius radio in the kitchen while we were making dinner and I said “hey, that’s the bumper music for SVP & Russillo!”  I had no idea it was really a semi-popular song.  I could feel the eye roll across the room, as he said, you really need to get a life.

Anyways, today’s Yoga Dork post was on the Celtic’s power forward Kevin Garnett.  KG is 36 years old which, in basketball years, is practically elderly.  He is an amazing talent and physical specimen who credits his yoga practice for helping him with flexibility and mental control. What is unintentionally hilarious about this is that KG is his also known for his propensity to drop f-bombs in interviews and on the court in earshot of the general public.  He’s a pretty intense guy, so I can only imagine what a madman he would be without the benefits of yoga.

Another fun feature of Yoga Dork is their find your yogi name chart.  Mine is Summer Apple Sprout, here is the link if you want to know yours http://yogadork.com/news/what-is-your-yogi-name-read-this-chart-and-find-out/.    I really wish my name was Sophia Yvette White because that would make me Feather Sparkle Parsnip and that would be AWESOME!

Cheers!

Dazey

Applebees, you’re killing me here

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Applebees, may I ask you what’s up? What is it that I have done to you to make you hate me so. Let me fill you in, I am meeting my M.O.M. (which of course stands for Mother of all Mayhem) tonight for dinner to hand off about a pallet of Girl Scout cookies which she sold on my daughter’s behalf. Since she lives over two hours away, we generally meet at a midway point for dinner and Applebees fits the bill.

Now I have always been of the opinion that Applebees is a fine establishment, serving tasty American fare at fairly reasonable prices. All of that may still be true but, has anyone taken the time to read the nutritional information on their food?

I fancy myself a bit of an amateur chef so I am hip to fact that restaurants make their food taste great by adding copious amounts of salt, butter or both. That does not shock me, but the effect it has on the caloric output of the food has given me a case of the vapors.

As chronicled here, I am alloted 1300ish calories in a day. That total day allotment is eclipsed by one serving of Pecan-Crusted Chicken Salad (1320), Hand-Battered Fish & Chips (1570) or Three Cheese Penne (1300). Even the Oriental Chicken Salad, an Applebees best seller weighs in at 1390, if you get it will grilled chicken it only brings it down to 1290. Outrageous.

I see that they have a Weight Watchers section that has 7 options.  Since I don’t eat shrimp or mushrooms (it’s a texture thing) that takes it down to 3 for me and even those are in the 500 range.  Of those 3 options the sodium count averages 1926. Yikes, can’t use the butter, so I guess you double up on the salt it’s low cal!

No wonder we all need to lose weight in this country, we don’t have a chance. Unless you win the genetic lottery or are an in-training, professional athlete, there is no way you can eat out and not blimp up.

What’s a girl to do? I know I am being a total Debbie Downer here, but this is depressing.  Applebees, I like you but c’mon man you gotta work with me here this is simply not cool.

Cheers,

Dazey

YogaDownload luvs u….

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My favorite source for yoga on the web is http://www.YogaDownload.com. It has absolutely the best yoga classes available at the best prices. You can download the audio and pose guides for classes of all levels and duration. Most of the 20 minute classes are free so it’s a great way to test it out.

They are having a sale for Valentine’s Day. Use the code Love20 in the promotional code box at checkout and $10 off a $20 purchase. The code should be good through midnight on February 15, 2013.

That’s a whole lotta chill for not much cash. Check it out, you got nothing but tension to lose.

Cheers,
Dazey

Well that’s just mean…

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Ok so I am putting Lose It! on notice, they are just being mean. Now I know, it is not their fault and I should not “hate the player” but c’mon man!

Here is what happened. As you probably know, I have started a weight loss odyssey. I am fortunate that I don’t have to lose a lot of weight, but losing 15 pounds presents its own unique set of challenges.

I started using Lose It! (exclamation point is theirs, not mine) at the beginning of the year to track my caloric intake and exercise. I plugged in my current weight, how much I wanted to lose and how fast I wanted to lose it. In return, I was given a caloric budget to reach my goal. My budget was 1436, seems reasonable, thanks a lot, nice doing business with you.

After week one I gleefully reported to my Lose It! overlord that I lost 2 pounds. It was great to see the little line on the goal graph head south. There were no bells, whistles or other sounds effects signifying my victory, which would have been nice, but not necessary. I carried on, determined to keep up the good work. I am very coachable.

Lo and behold after another week, I was down another 2 pounds, this really is working out marvelously. I reported my good news to my little digital friend and, again no applause, but the graph line movement was going to have to be enough.  My excitement lasted until the first time I went to key in an english muffin and realized, my caloric budget had been slashed to 1390.

WHAT!!! Well, needless to say I Lost it! (exclamation point mine this time). That is just mean. Now the thrill of stepping on the scale and seeing the needle stop, (yes, I use an old school scale, I like that the result can be open to interpretation) is now tempered by the fact I will have to report this success to my phone and I will be forced to either exercise more or eat less the next week, neither option is super appealing because I am a little lazy and like to eat.

In conclusion, I realize it is not the folks at Lose It!’s fault that you are essentially punished for good behavior, I am just saying I am going to blame them.

Cheers,
Dazey