It has been a busy two days. Tonight, after work, I headed downtown to see a play. After getting home, I quickly changed and headed out for a run. It wasn’t a great run, but it was something, and when I add up the time spent running with the brisk walking warm-up and cool-down, I was on the streets for 45 minutes. I was antsy to go on the run, because yesterday ended up being a rest day. I didn’t work out before going to the office (I’ve been failing all week at morning exercise), and after work, I had dinner with an old friend from high school that was in town for a convention. And by ‘in town’ I mean Anaheim, which is an hour away, so when you factor in drive time, that left no time for a workout.
This post is a continuation of yesterday’s post, which is appropriate titled “New York, New York (Part 1)”. In it, I shared tons of pictures and discussed how I kept active during my 4-day trip to New York City last week. Click here if you missed it.
Since I’ve already discussed exercise, this post is gonna be about the other major part of health and weight loss: food. There have been times, when I’ve been traveling, where I’ve started to worry about when and what I’m going to eat, because as anyone who’s tried to lose weight knows, this shit is HARD. And it’s even harder when you have less control over your food, like you do when you’re traveling.
I’m happy because I don’t think I ever worried on this New York trip, which is thanks, I think, to the successful creation of new habits and a major shift in thinking when it comes to restaurant menus: I used to dread looking at menus, because I’d see all sorts of delicious items that I would love to eat but probably shouldn’t, and now, I consider finding healthy options on menus a fun challenge. What used to be a chore is now a game, and it’s a game I rarely lose.
Happy Friday! Since yesterday’s Haircut Photo-Essay got a great response (thanks for all the compliments on my new ‘do!), I thought I’d share some other random-ish photos that have built up over the past few days. First, though, I wanna give a great big appreciative shout-out to my friend Tavi, who was the one that actually cut all my hair off AND took all the photos in yesterday’s post. Our little haircut/photo shoot yielded 173 photos (!), which I edited down to 11.
Because we both knew what the end result was going to be, I let Tavi shave my head in whatever manner he wanted. That’s how I ended up with the Mohawk in the 6th photo, and the more Tintin-esque ‘do in the 7th (click here to see both). But what you didn’t see was what Tavi did in the back. He gave me what he called the “hare krishna” – and here’s a photo of it that didn’t make the cut for yesterday’s photo-essay:
It’s quite possibly the best mullet I’ve ever sported. Or worst mullet. Or both. I’m so glad I only had it for a matter of minutes.
A few of you, in your comments, asked if I’ve noticed a difference in my head shape, since the buzz cut was inspired by my hairstylist’s observation that I’ve lost weight in my scalp, and to answer your question: YES. I think my entire head is narrower, and I used to have bulges of skin along the back that are no longer there. This isn’t the first time I’ve buzzed my head – I did it my freshman year of high school as a member of the swim team, and I’ve done it in the past decade, too, most recently a few times about four or five years ago. A picture of me from that last head-buzzing period is in the ‘Keep It Up, David’ header at the top of the page, and here it is again, next to one of the new pictures of me… which means it’s time for a…
‘BEFORE’ and ‘CURRENT’ Photo Comparison! Photo on the left is from March 2008. Photo on the right is from yesterday. I see a difference. Do you?
I’ll be sure to add that to my collection of ‘Before’ and ‘Current’ photo comparisons in the Photo Gallery.
Now for some other photos I’ve been meaning to share:
The View From The Gym. I’ve had three great weightlifting workouts this week at the gym, and during each one, I’ve taken a moment to look out the windows. My gym is on the second and third floors of a building right at the base of the Hollywood Hills, which means I get to sweat my ass off while seeing this out the window:
Not too shabby!
Locker Room Signage: My gym has a fun sense of humor with their signage, as evidenced by the last rule on this sign in the locker room:
Yes, I know, I broke the third rule because I wanted to share the fifth rule. Shhh… it’ll be our secret.
New Kicks. Because I raised the most money during a specific five-day period leading up to my big 63-story stair climb last weekend, I ended up winning a new pair of shoes from a local running store! Yesterday I headed to Fleet Feet Sports in Encino, where a nice guy named John helped fit me with a great new pair of shoes. I ended up picking the Nike Air Pegasus, partly because they fit well and were comfortable, and partly because I loved the yellow:
Love them! My prize had a $100 limit, and these were $95, so I ended up paying $3.31 in tax. No complaints from me!
Border Grill Truck. I got dinner last night at a food truck. The Border Grill truck was parked outside the Broad Stage in Santa Monica, the venue for a great Los Angeles Chamber Orchestra concert I attended that explored the connections between food and music. The special guest speaker at the concert was Susan Feniger, the restauranteur behind the Border Grill restaurants, and one of the earliest Food Network stars (her show with partner Mary Sue Milliken, Two Hot Tamales, debuted in 1995, shortly after the network first launched). I’ve been a couple times (years ago) to one of Feniger’s restaurants, but this was the first time I’ve eaten at her truck.
The truck serves burritos, quesadillas, and more, but I ordered two tacos and ceviche. One of the tacos was Yucatan Pork (roasted achiote pork, pickled onion, orange salsa), and the other was Citrus Chicken (with tomatillo and creamy salsa fresca). The ceviche had fish, lime, chile, pickled onion, and a couple tortilla chips, and was served in a paper cone, like you’d find at an old-school water cooler.
It was all ridiculously delicious. I wouldn’t object to following the Border Grill Truck around, eating my way down their menu.
Eating reasonably from a food truck… new workout shoes… a great exercise week…
…Keep it up, David!
Happy Saturday! How is your weekend so far? I had a lovely evening last night with a bunch of friends, nearly all of whom I’ve mentioned or talked about on this blog at some point. Robyn was there, as was Lisa, and so was Joe and Giana. In fact, the only person in attendance that I haven’t ever mentioned before was my friend Blair, who I haven’t seen in a few years. So congrats on your first blog mention, Blair!
We met at a restaurant/bar in Burbank called Michael’s. I’ve been to Michael’s many times before, but not in a few years. Michael’s calls itself a “Mardi Gras Steak and Seafood House.” I opted to eat dinner beforehand so I didn’t even have to crack the menu open.
While I enjoyed a few bottles of sparkling water, my companions ordered food, and, a little while later, the food arrived. The waiter started setting down plates, and said, “OK, who ordered the gator?” There were some quizzical looks, because no one had ordered the gator. “Oh, that was my mistake,” said the waiter. “I’m sorry about that. Would anyone like to try the gator? It’s on the house.” I was curious – I don’t think I’ve ever had gator before – and some others were curious, too, so the gator stayed.
According to the menu, the Fried Gator was “Gator nuggets tossed in a light breading and fried crispy. Served with our Cajun dipping sauce.” I wasn’t interested in the breading, which also had a buffalo-like sauce on it, so I took a few pieces of gator and peeled the breading off. It was dark, and I didn’t have my camera, but a got a picture with my cell phone:
That’s Blair’s fork on the right, with a breaded gator nugget. My fork is on the left, with a de-breaded gator nugget.
So how was the gator? It wasn’t bad! A touch on the chewy side. As the picture shows, it kinda looks like chicken, but it’s denser than chicken. The texture is more steak-like, and it wasn’t nearly as gamey as I thought it might be. I don’t think I’d go out of my way to find or eat gator again, but since gator isn’t really on menus very often (at least outside of Louisiana), that probably means it will be a long time before I eat it again, if ever. I’m glad I tried it… you know me, always willing to try something new!
Because I was curious, I just looked up some nutritional information. Per serving, gator is higher in calories than chicken – almost twice as many calories. But gator is also a protein powerhouse, with 46g per serving (over twice as much protein as chicken), so that explains the calorie count (46g, by the way, is almost all your protein needs for the entire day). Gator is also very lean, with about the same amount of fat as chicken, and because it’s free of cholesterol and saturated fat, gator is considered a heart-healthy protein source.
Until you bread and fry it. Which is why I’m glad I peeled the breading off.
Have you ever eaten gator? Have you ever cooked it? Do you like it? Share your thoughts in the comments section!
Keep it up, David!
Because I’ve been so wrapped up in preparing for my motivational speaking gig and getting my business cards made (and, oh yeah, there was the matrixectomy too), this blog has veered in recent days from two of its main focuses: eating and exercise. So this weekend I’m going back to basics. I’m gonna write a little about food today, and a little about exercise tomorrow.
OK. So, food. Hmmm….
Well, I’ll be honest: My eating at home has been super boring this week. I’ve done nothing that warrants a blog post: no new recipes, no RediSetGo usage, no new types of produce. I’ve been eating lots of veggies and fruit, lots of lean proteins (mostly eggs and protein shakes), some yogurt, so oatmeal, and absolutely nothing that I find at all interesting or worthy of sharing.
But I did try a new restaurant the other morning! It was the day after my speech at Whole Foods, actually. My friend Mat invited me to breakfast in Silver Lake, his super-trendy, hipster-filled Los Angeles neighborhood (it’s where I got my awesome new glasses). “There’s a couple super-vegan places I’ve been wanting to try,” Mat said, coining the word ‘super-vegan’ in the process. I’m not vegan, but I love vegan restaurants, because they tend to be creative and interesting and have fun things I’ve never heard of on the menu. “I’m in!” I responded, and at 9am, I was knock-knock-knocking on Mat’s door. A few minutes after that, we took off on foot for a super-vegan breakfast.
The super-vegan breakfast establishments had other ideas, though. One turned out to be not a restaurant at all, but a juice bar. The other one was closed. Apparently super-vegan hipster restaurant proprietors can’t be bothered to open for breakfast on weekdays.
We ended up at Madame Matisse, a tiny little corner cafe:
Their breakfast menu was full of delicious-sounding options, from Chocolate Stuffed French Toast to five different kinds of Eggs Benedict (five!) to a dish called Chef’s Revenge, which has a great menu description:
“A scramble of eggs, corned beef hash, rosemary garlic home fries, pork sausage, bacon, cheddar, and salsa with a side of toast. Don’t ask for a vegetarian version because it doesn’t exist.”
I love breakfast food, and I was really tempted to order something that I normally don’t eat, like one of those Eggs Benedicts (maybe the one with brie, leeks, and black truffle oil) or their Homemade Belgian Waffle, but I was good, and made a healthy choice. The thing with breakfast food is that when I order smartly, by the time my food comes, I stop missing what I could be eating, because all breakfast food is delicious!
I chose the Build Your Own Omelet option from the menu, and got it with egg whites only, and filled with tomatoes, mushrooms, spinach, asparagus, and chicken. I had them replace the home fries with fruit, and got rye toast, no butter, on the side. Mm-mmm!
I had never seen ratatouille on a breakfast menu before, but they offered a Ratatouille Skillet, which was ratatouille with two eggs on top, sausage and toast. That’s what Mat ordered:
I’m pretty sure both of us renewed our memberships to the clean plate club… I know I did. I love a good omelet, and that was a good omelet.
We walked back to Mat’s house, and before I took off, Mat and wife Maggie let me raid their little herb garden (I raided their tomato plants earlier this summer). They have a giant sage bush and tons of rosemary, and I helped myself to a few sprigs of each:
That’s all sage and rosemary in the background!
As I drove home, I had a light bulb moment about how I would use my herbs. It involves picking up a few things at Whole Foods (which I’ll do today) and also using one of the items in my kitchen that came all the way from Sweden…
…a brand-new recipe is in the works! Stay tuned… I’ll be sharing it shortly!
Keep it up, David!
A quick plug: My first public speaking gig is now less than two weeks away! I created a “See Me at Whole Foods” link at the top of the page that has all the details. So click on it, and RSVP. I wanna see you there!
I have strong feelings about the city of Detroit. While I’ve never considered myself a Detroiter, as I’ve never lived within the city limits, it’s always been there, not that far from my childhood home in one of its northwest suburbs. It’s a major American city with a long and rich history (it’s the oldest city in the Midwest – founded over 100 years before Chicago, Indianapolis, and Milwaukee) that has given the world everything from mass-produced automobiles to Aretha Franklin and Diana Ross to the ice cream soda. The first regular radio reports were broadcast from Detroit, and Detroit was home to the first paved road, the first tri-colored stoplight, and the first urban freeway.
You don’t hear many good things about Detroit in the news; it has a pretty bad rap. Detroit has plenty of huge problems, and people tend to say plenty of terrible things about it. I’m not one of them. I like to think that Detroit will, one of these days, get out of the slump it’s been in for past 40 or so years, and rise again as a place where people will want to live and want to visit.
It’s easy for me to be positive – I live 2,000 miles away, unexposed to the crumbling infrastructure, the poverty, the rampant unemployment. I just don’t think that being negative is very productive or helpful. I have fond memories of Detroit from my childhood, and have heard many more wonderful stories from my father, who grew up there. You may think me naive or unrealistic, but I think the city has a lot of potential, and I will always root for it.
My attitude towards Detroit are best reflected in this 1985 television commercial produced by the local ABC affiliate. It’s dated and super-cheesy now, but it used to air all the time, and I remember loving it as a kid. And since I’m sharing local commercials from the ’80s, check out this one for the Detroit Zoo, which is one of my favorite commercials of all time.
Thank you for indulging me in my little pro-Detroit rant. It’s been on my mind because yesterday I headed downtown to meet up with a buddy for lunch. Matt is a friend from high school who lived in Los Angeles after college, then moved back to Michigan with his wife and started a family. He’s the author behind The Dad Scene, a funny and smart blog chronicling his experiences as a first-time father. Matt is a tremendous writer, so you should definitely check it his blog – no, really, check it out.
Matt works at Compuware, a software company that moved their world headquarters to Detroit about 8 years ago. Their building has an impressive atrium that rises up 16 stories, and that’s where I met Matt:
We apparently just missed a doggie fashion show in the atrium that wrapped up minutes before we got there. I hate when that happens.
Here’s the both of us:
For lunch, we headed a few blocks away to Vicente, a Cuban place that Matt likes.
I’ve had Cuban dishes before, at restaurants that featured cuisine from across Latin America, but this might have been my first visit to a full-fledged Cuban restaurant. Everything on the menu sounded good, but I settled on the Pan con Bistec, a pressed sandwich with skirt steak, swiss cheese, grilled onions, mustard, mayo, lettuce and tomatoes. I considered having them hold the cheese and mayo, but decided that since I eat Cuban food so rarely, I should enjoy it as it’s intended. My sandwich (with a side of plantain chips):
Matt’s sandwich was similar, but with chicken:
I love a pressed sandwich. They’re dense and flavorful, and this sandwich was fantastic. It was also huge, and both of us ended up eating only half. We boxed up the other halves to take with us, but as we walked back to Matt’s office, we were approached by two homeless women who asked if we’d consider sharing, so we gave the food to them.
After I parted ways with Matt, I did something I haven’t done since I was a kid: I rode the People Mover. The Detroit People Mover is a rather silly example of mass transit. It’s a 3-mile-long monorail that encircles downtown Detroit and doesn’t really go anywhere. No stop is more than 10 blocks from any other stop, so it’s not very efficient for commuters, but for someone like me who just wanted to see a little more of the city, it was perfect. Here comes a train now!
I took some pictures from the monorail’s windows (it was gray and rainy, so they’re not great). Here’s Woodward Avenue, which extends from the heart of downtown all the way out to my neck of the suburbs:
The old Wayne County Building:
The skyline, looking east from Joe Louis Arena (where the Red Wings play). The towers on the right are the Renaissance Center, which I’ve blogged about numerous times before (most notably here and here, and it’s featured in my Skyscraper Collection):
I like that picture because you can see raindrops in it.
Time to get international! This is a picture of a totally different country – it’s the skyline of Windsor, Ontario, Canada, which is directly across the river from Detroit. I took this picture specifically for my trainer Craig, who grew up outside Windsor and asked that I say hello to it on this trip. Hello, Windsor!
Finally, one of Detroit’s most famous landmarks, the 8,000-pound statue that honors Detroit resident Joe Louis, the world heavyweight boxing champion from 1937-49:
OK – bedtime for me. Gotta hit the gym in the morning!
Keep it up, David!