Figuring out the Exercise Thing

After a lot of consideration of exercise I enjoy, I settled on yoga and tennis. Because of my wacky schedule picking up our grandson Sean on alternating days I had to find a yoga facility with a schedule that worked for me. Turns out that Kernersville Hot Yoga has classes every evening plus Saturdays and Sundays. What is hot yoga? Also known as Bikram (pronounced bee-crum), it's yoga practiced in a room heated to 105 F with 43% humidity. It consists of 26 poses performed twice, the first set longer than the second set, over a 90 minute period. My first time going I was scared. I thought I might pass out from the heat. And it was tough. I felt like crap when I left. But the next morning was the first time my blood sugar reading broke 100. I was pysched. So I've been going there and sweating my a** off 2 or 3 times a week for 3 weeks. It gets better every time. And I think I've lost about 9 pounds between the yoga and eating right. The reason I say think is because I went to my Ob-Gyn today for a check-up and I weighed 9 lbs less than I did at my regular doctor 3 weeks ago. Hopefully their scales are both pretty accurate. And what's even better is that my blood sugar has been in the 80s most of the time and hasn't been above 100 sense my first session. It's hot, hard, and I enjoy it and feel good when I leave.

I had my bone density test today and it showed I'm losing bone in my spine, hips are stable. My doctor discussed one of those bone-building prescriptions but I told him I was going to try to handle it with exercise. There are some digestive issues with the meds that I'd just as soon avoid.


Tomorrow evening I start tennis lessons. I haven't played to amount to anything since I was a teenager. I loved the game back then. I hope I can hang with it now. I'm a little worried about my right ankle because it's still a little swollen and tender from a twist and fall I took a couple of weeks ago. I stopped to pick up an ankle brace and Target was out of them. Must be a lot of fat old women turning their ankles these days. I'll look somewhere else tomorrow. I hope tennis gives me aerobic exercise plus enough weight bearing exercise to improve my bone loss. Things were so much easier 20 years ago!

Almost 6 months later...

It's almost 6 months since my last post. What happened? Well I honestly don't know. I have all sorts of excuses but they all boil down to the fact that I just lost my willpower. I think it started with the farmers' market closing. Anyway, as has always happened since I started having weight issues, I gained back the weight I lost and I ended up this week with my doctor putting me on a diabetes med because my blood sugar has been high for "about a year" (how can I not have known this?) and my fatty liver needs relief from all the sugar in my system so it can heal itself. Of course, all of this would be miraculously repaired by my body if I just lose 30 or 40 pounds.

The thing is, I'm still eating a heck of a lot better than I was before I started this blog on my 50th birthday last August. I still do not consume fake foods. No frozen, packaged entree has made it past my lips in the past 9 months. I don't drink soda (diet or otherwise). That was a real shocker for my doc who assumed that I must guzzle the stuff by the gallon and, just eliminating that from my daily routine would bring my blood sugar into line. I do not eat packaged foods. Well, OK, confession time: I have eaten a *lot* of Girl Scout cookies. And I have worked myself back into an ice cream habit. And on my frequent business dinners out I have always had dessert, usually when I was so stuffed from the appetizer and entree I could barely force it down. And I haven't made wise food choices. I have looked at menus with grilled salmon and ordered filet mignon instead. I have eaten french fries instead of salads. I could go on and on. The point is, I fell off the wagon and I have to get back on and take responsibility for my body.

Last weekend, when I knew I had a doctor's appointment which I assumed was strictly about my fatty liver, I went online and did research on liver health. I kept running into information about juicing. The more I read, the more I was impressed by the health benefits. I discussed it with my doctor and also with the intern that is following him around. Both were in favor of it. Of course, I still need to eat vegetables for fiber but the intern said, "There are few things in medicine that are absolutely clear cut, no questions, and getting more raw vegetables into your body is one of them." But then my doctor dropped the pre-diabetes bomb on me and put me on meds.

So I sit here today, typing and drinking a juice made from: 1/2 small cabbage, 1/2 grapefruit, 1/2 lemon, 1 pear, about 8 stalks of asparagus, 1 stalk celery, 1 carrot, a chunk of ginger root, a clove of garlic, a big handful of spinach leaves, and a few grapes. It made about 24 ounces and it is surprisingly tasty. Because of my blood sugar, my juices have to be green veggie based- cabbage, cucumber, or celery being the bulk of it. Yesterday I added a few mustard greens and some turnip greens. Every day I throw in different stuff- basically whatever catches my eye as I go through the fridge. My intent right now is to drink the juice prior to eating a healthy breakfast each day. The stuff I've read says that juice has no fiber and is quickly absorbed into the blood stream on an empty stomach. Since everything is raw, I'm getting tons of enzymes, chlorophyll, beta-carotene and other anti-oxidents. Now I just have to make healthy food choices the rest of the day.

I also have to get back into an exercise routine which I lost in January when I hurt my knee. I'm racking my brain trying to fit something into my schedule (work plus picking up my grandson Sean on different days each week). The lunchtime walking works but it's not something I look forward to each day. My doctor's intern said I should pick something I enjoy so it won't feel like punishment As a teenager, I loved tennis. As an adult, I love Yoga. I also love gardening. Gardening is the one thing that gets inserted into my weekly schedule and doesn't get skipped. Yesterday I planted our "salad garden" of lettuces, broccoli, spinach, onions, Swiss chard, etc. I also planted a peach and apple tree. Last night I forgot to take my diabetes med and this morning, my blood sugar was 10 points lower than it has been all week with the med. I'm still trying to figure out how to work tennis in but I did have a schedule last fall for Yoga. It wasn't perfect but it was a schedule. I just need to call and verify the schedule and get back on it.

So, this is like 5 months of blog posts in one. And I'm not writing it for anyone else but me. This has been my way of sorting out what I need to do. I do think I've figured out one thing: if I don't do this sort of writing, I won't stay on target for my health goals. Now I'm going to eat breakfast (our first duck egg- more on that another day) and then go outside and weed a flower bed.

9 Simple Words

Last night I was browsing the NC Digital Library for books to download when I came across a book called In Defense of Food by Michael Pollan. The blurb on it said, “Eat food. Not too much of it. Mostly plants.” Eureka! That’s exactly what I decided to do back in August. Eat real food (not fake, processed food), not too much of it, and mostly vegetables. I couldn’t believe how simply my eating goals were stated in those nine words. I promptly downloaded the book and started listening to it this morning on the way to work. Pollan also wrote An Omnivore’s Dilemma which I have heard about but not read. I think that book makes the case for responsible, environmentally sustainable eating. I don’t need to be convinced of either concept but it’s interesting to learn more both. After 8 weeks of eating this way, I feel better. I’ve lost 16 pounds. And I’m supporting family farms.

Love Your Chickens and Buy My Eggs

This is my column for Sunday's (Greensboro) News and Record. It's about A.J., my favorite little chicken farmer. I've mentioned him in my blog before.

Did you know that chickens have ear lobes and their color indicates the color the hen’s eggs will be? I didn’t until I was educated by A.J. Jorsey, an 11-year old chicken farmer from the Reidsville area. I first met A.J. at the Rockingham County Farmers’ Market where I was drawn to his cartons of eggs of assorted colors, shapes, and sizes. They struck me as eggs with character, their colors ranging from pure white to all shades of tan and brown to light green. They run very large to very small. Just looking over the cartons to choose a dozen was like picking out old-fashioned candy from a glass case. Quick to please a customer, A.J. will trade out eggs from one carton to the next. And he’s a natural born marketer. When he pulled out the photo album of 8x10 glossies of him and his chickens Sam, Elvis, Oreo, Ashes, Elmer, Silver, Phyllis, Daffy, etc., I was hooked. From then on, no other eggs would do for our breakfasts. But honestly, with their deep golden yokes and just- laid freshness, they taste better than any eggs I’ve ever eaten.

A.J.’s Farm is 10 acres, a half-mile down a country lane off of a narrow dirt road. His chickens share the land with horses and ducks. There are too many of them to count these days but A.J. reckons he has around 80 or so. They are turned out of the barn each morning in a long, noisy chicken parade to free range all day. In the evening when A.J. finishes his homework, he makes a bee-line for the barn. He feeds them their organic food, waters them, collects eggs, and “gets them ready for beddy-bye.”

“You have to pet and carry around and love your chickens. They lay more eggs if you love them,” he said. While he was away on vacation this summer, his chickens only laid about 10% of the eggs they normally lay. All of A.J.’s chickens with distinctive looks have names. He started with a baker’s dozen of 13 bought from Tractor Supply last spring. In July, his friend Maeren Honacher, also 11, of Madison, went in with A.J. to incubate some eggs given to her by a friend of her mother’s. The two didn’t know what kinds of chickens they were incubating but nearly all hatched. A.J. and Maeren split the chicks, taking 8 each. From there, A.J.’s flock grew. “We’ve made some cool crosses,” he said.

A.J. will sell his eggs at the Chinqua Penn Farmers’ Market until it closes and then go to the Greensboro Farmers’ Market. He usually sells between 15 and 18 dozen eggs per week at $3.00 per dozen but he’ll sell you 2 dozen for $5.00 if you bring back your egg cartons. Ever the businessman, A.J. laments the high cost of egg cartons. “$30 for 100 cartons,” he said. “That’s why I give discounts.”

Although his parents do help out occasionally with the 100 pounds of feed his poultry eat each week, A.J. usually pays for it from his sales. He does all the labor, except turning the chickens out on school mornings. On Thursdays and Fridays, he carefully washes his eggs, puts them into cartons, and labels them, getting them ready to sell at the market on Saturdays. He pays for his own booth and has to sell 3-1/2 dozen just to break even. But he still manages to save some money for things he wants. “The Beatles Rock Band [game for Playstation] cost me 2 weeks of eggs,” he said.

A.J.’s advice to chicken farmers: “Love your chickens.” His advice to everyone else: “Buy my eggs.” Sometimes, wisdom comes before age.

Winter Coming...What are we going to eat?

I haven't blogged in 2 weeks but I'm still keeping on with my healthy eating and exercise. Tim and I went to the Rockingham County Farmers' Market this morning. Lately, that's a weekly activity for us. Today we bought some October beans, a new bean for us. I also got a butternut squash with the intention of making soup. I've got to get on Epicurious for a recipe. We bought heirloom cherry tomatoes, green beans, yellow squash, egg plant, and cucumbers. We're still getting okra and tomatoes from Tim's garden and we have potatoes and sweet potatoes left from last week.

I'm a little concerned about what we're going to do when the market closes. We've gotten business cards or phone numbers for the vendors selling meat and eggs. Tim has canned tomatoes and frozen some butter beans from our garden. I guess I'll have to buy frozen veggies from the grocery store during the winter months. I think frozen would be more earth friendly, or at the very least tastier and cheaper, than fresh vegetables shipped for thousands of miles.

Today we bought a dozen eggs from A.J. I asked him and his parents if I can do a newspaper column on him and his chickens so I'm looking forward to visiting their farm. On our farm, our duck coop is finished and it is top notch, very sturdy and well built. The ducks are still in a brooder box on our screen porch. They are actually in their 3rd box. The first cardboard box started coming apart near the waterer and they started eating it. We tried a Rubbermaid container for a few days and it just wasn't big enough. Monday I got 2 more cardboard boxes and put them together to make a new box. The ducks are huge now. I think they're about 3 times the size they were when we first got them and I can tell they're darker colored and started to get some feathers.

Lucky Duck

My favorite snack this summer has been a chunked up tomato with a sprinkle of salt. Good thing, because we our tomato basket overfloweth. Tim has canned them a couple of times and this week made a huge pot of spaghetti sauce with home-grown tomatoes, peppers, and shitake mushrooms. Yum-alicious!

The big news for the week is the ducks came in yesterday. The post office called early in the morning and Tim picked them up. They shipped them in a little box, maybe 15” x 15” x 6 or 8” tall with air holes everywhere. They came with instructions, including dipping their bills into their water as they were released into the box so they could find it easily. They ran around, figured out how to eat and drink water, and did a lot of intermittent sleeping. When they sleep, they completely collapse and their heads loll sideways so their box looks like a duck battlefield littered with fuzzy yellow corpses.

I barely stood it through the day at work yesterday, beside myself wanting to get home and see them. And they are adorable (when they’re awake)! In our particular variety of duck, the males have dark bills until they are a few days old. By our count, we have 3 males. We got lucky on the perfect ratio of males to females (1:2 or 3) inspiring the new name for our farm: Lucky Duck Farm. I’ve always wanted to name our place and could never think of one that grabbed me. Lucky Duck grabs me. It’s snappy, descriptive, and I feel lucky to live there. Now, I get to design a logo.

We did have a bit of misfortune, losing one of the females last evening. The rest of the flock seems healthy today so I think she was just a weakling. In fact, Tim did a head count and McMurray Hatchery sent us an extra duck because we still have 10. They must expect some loss. Seems like I read in message boards and maybe even on their site about them throwing in extra chickens with orders. They must do the same with ducks. I have no illusions about naming the ducklings and treating them as pets. Although the ratio of males to females insures that we won’t eat any of the initial flock, there are just so many of them that they look like a swirl of pastel yellow with tiny webbed feet and black eyes. I can’t focus on one, much less name them and figure out who is who.

So that was the week in my little corner of Rockingham County. I plan on getting to the Farmers’ Market early tomorrow to get some more of A.J.’s eggs and veggies other than tomatoes, squash, peppers, and okra (which Tim is harvesting daily from his garden). The weather is blissful and I have a long weekend ahead of me. I’m one lucky duck!

The Ultimate Test of Willpower (so far)

I passed up dessert tonight at Bistro Sofia. Yeah, I'm pretty proud of myself.