Last week I decided to try the paleo-zone plan, primarily because I have been feeling so great on paleo that I wanted to try balancing out my foods with the goal of more energy and less snacking (a better hormonal response.)  Eating paleo-zone means your daily food is of both a high quality and a high quantity.

Here is a day in my eating life…

Breakfast

Lunch

Dinner Salad

Dinner's Main Dish

Dessert

Another look at my new favorite-mixed berries with pecans and a drizzle of coconut milk

Our Montana Cabin

I know you all thought this would never come, but there are in fact more wonderful pictures from our vacation.  Those who know me can imagine that I was a bit unsure of this whole venture when we pulled up to this cabin.  It is TINY and simple, and as much as I want to be content with simple things when that is what I am given, in the moment that we arrived at the cabin, I faced the fact that I still need to adjust my expectations and responses. 

I admit that the sight of this cabin left me a bit worried. But there was no need to even think twice about it!  The cabin was absolutely perfect for our week of rest and relaxation.  It was small, simple and just barely held all of us and our rather small load of stuff, but it was just what we needed.

There is no question that one of the best things about the cabin was our view of the lake.

It all started with the warm-up which included all kinds of fun exercises to throw off my balance.  Then we worked on handstand push-ups for our first skill exercise.  Yep, handstand push-ups, as in you stand on your hands and lower your head almost to the floor, push-up and then repeat as many times as possible.  So how many was I able to do???

Of course, none!  I’m not even ready to try a handstand!    So I did scaled handstand push-ups, with my feet on a box, my rear up and my head as close to vertical as I could possibly get it.  I am sure it was a comical sight, and this was one of those moments that I thank the CF powers that be who are anti-gym mirrors.

The actual work-out of the day was a dozy too- 3 rounds of 50 m shuttle, 3 clean and jerks, 50 m dumb-bell lunges, 100 m farmer’s walk, 10 dumb-bell thrusters, and 10 box jumps.

I know I will feel it tomorrow!

The Crow’s Nest receives very high marks for location and view, and that view will bring me back again, particularly because I don’t have to agonize over the ingredients in the menu.

The Crow’s Nest doesn’t usually receive very high marks for the food.  It is good, but not excellent.  Nothing to write home about, save for the fact that I can eat it without anxiety, and I can see the sailboats while I eat it.

I wasn’t really a runner, more of a walker, trying to be a fast walker with a little bit of running thrown in for good measure, but I did complete my first 5k this month.  Thanks to the kind and persistant work of my sister Anna (who ran, really ran, the 1/2 marathon, finishing 1st in her category and 33rd over all) and the kind and persistent nudging of my friend Sara, I decided to go for it.  

Can you imagine how nervous I was?  How silly to be nervous, but I was.  I was nervous about finishing last, I was nervous about feeling totally out of place among all the runners, I was nervous, nervous, nervous.  But having set my first personal record at Crossfit earlier that week (213# on the deadlift), I had finally wrapped my head around what everyone around me was trying to tell me-I just needed to do it, take that step, and set a time to beat next time.

All of my nervousness was for not-I didn’t finish last, I didn’t get lost (on that very long, convoluted 5k trail with miles markers and orange cones ), I drank a ton of water and still didn’t have to stop during the 5k like the lady in front of me to visit the bathroom, and no one asked me what I thought I was doing at a race.

Actually so many people were nice, helpful and encouraging.  It was fun and almost other-worldly to be greeted at the finish line by people with huge grins and hearty congratulations, it was a treat to have a free massage because I was a racer, and I now have my first race shirt, a rather hideous, day glow yellow shirt. And now I will have to work up a whole new level of determination to actually wear that thing in public…

Thank you, Renee.  You are a wonderful friend, and I look forward to seeing you again soon!

No excuses, but I do have something new.  I have entered the crazy world of Crossfit, and Crossfit and I have a very complicated love/hate relationship.  Crossfit is a fitness program that has been pushing me to my physical limits, bringing sore muscles, nausea after a workout, and the feeling that I might not be able to even go one more step.  It also brings strength, endurance, a sense of accomplishment, and the knowledge that I am taking giant steps toward better health and fitness. 

You can go here to see a picture of me and some of my fellow CFers.  I will warn you that a few minutes of browsing the CF West Santa Cruz site with the thought that I go there will probably bring your jaw to the floor.  It is truly shocking, I know. 

I will try to not become a tedious CF workout of the day poster here on my blog, but I just might pop out with something now and then.  I have even discovered that Crossfit is the classical fitness program.  Stay tuned for that fascinating connection!

(By way of explanation-yes, I know that the Villa is Roman, but I haven’t been to Italy yet, so I don’t know if I have a Roman/Italian connection.  This also explains why I must classify my love here as irrational, since there is more Mediterranean land still unexplored by me than land which I have seen, by a looooong shot.  But I still hold fast to my love, love which I choose to think of as some how familial, due to the fact that I have one grandmother of unknown heritage.  Her closed adoption has provided various children and grandchildren the fun of picking the heritage of the month.

This really is all related to the Getty and the dinner I made on Sunday.  After I returned from our field trip, I started planning our Sunday dinner, and I knew it had to be Mediterranean inspired. No other dinner idea would satisfy my Greek love.  It was delicious.

For your own culinary trip to the Getty Villa:

Honey Orange Pork Kebabs

2 Tbsp fresh rosemary leaves

the orange peel from one orange (sliced, with the white pith removed)

1/2 cup olive oil

6 tablespoons honey

6 tablespoons orange juice

3 garlic cloves, crushed

3 dry bay leaves

1/2 tsp red pepper flakes

2 pounds cubed pork loin       

1 red bell pepper, cubed

1 red onion, cut into chunks

Preparation-

Outer Peristyle at the Getty Villa

The Getty is absolutely incredible and entirely worth the trip to Malibu.  I have no doubt that this over-night trip was a wonderful capstone to our year of Ancient History.  Getty turned his summer home into this villa, modeled from a partially uncovered home near the Bay of Naples.  The Villa provides us with such an inspiring picture of some many things Roman-the architecture, murals, sculpture, gardens, home design.  The Villa allows us an opportunity to walk in a disctinly Ancient Roman dwelling.

Gardens

This was the scene the night before…It was certainly busy, fun and crazy at times, but totally, completely worth it.