Okay so I've been consulting the interwebs for sage advice on things as mindnumbing as nutrition...and based upon what I usually eat - having just tracked it for a week and a bit, I:
a) don't eat enough
b) don't eat often enough
c) can't believe it
d) have serious-looking deficiencies in potassium and magnesium and calcium
e) don't eat enough protein
f) am just about in the right zone in the 'fats' stakes
Boring. So...with all the zeal of a jihadist, I've embarked upon a 3 meals/day + 1 snack regieme.
Still can't get all the minerals and vitamins I supposedly need.
So if this is the really truly truth, how come I'm not dead? Going to add 1 daily Berocca and see what happens.
And then there's exercise...I've scheduled in 3 gym cardio sessions per week (yes, one starts at ***6am*** surely a typographical error) PLUS three 'strength' building sessions.
Call me crazy...but yeah, I must be.
Sunday, 24 August 2008
Monday, 18 August 2008
38.5
Well, tomorrow's the big day. Day one of my big health and fitness kick. Tomorrow I'll be exactly 38.5 years old - and therefore its time to begin.
I have big plans...always do, really, but this time they're for myself. I'm not completely over the flu and its lingering effects, so I'll take it easy for another couple of days yet, but time is ticking...the gym beckons.
I have an appointment with my GP on Wendesday for a full check-up, and then...watch out everyone!
I've been in a bit of a funk for the last four years. Now its time to get down to the business of being alive again.
I have big plans...always do, really, but this time they're for myself. I'm not completely over the flu and its lingering effects, so I'll take it easy for another couple of days yet, but time is ticking...the gym beckons.
I have an appointment with my GP on Wendesday for a full check-up, and then...watch out everyone!
I've been in a bit of a funk for the last four years. Now its time to get down to the business of being alive again.
Friday, 15 August 2008
First things first
You're wondering why I've subbed this blog 'a chiliadic odyssey'. It's simple really, but it's also complicated in the way that I have a habit of really getting abstruse when I get a bit enthusiastic. That's creativity hard at work. Sorry about that.
Chiliad (pronounced Kill-e-ad) roughly means 1000 of something. It's an ancient Greek word. Thinking upon that, it occurred to me that 'Chiliad' was somewhat reminiscent of Iliad, which made me think of Homer (not Simpson) and both the Iliad and the Odyssey. If you don't know what I mean, think ancient poetry. If you don't care to know what that has to do with any of this, then you're not alone.
Now, regarding the 1000 of something, there are roughly 1000km in my proposed journey - hence the 'Chiliad'. The journey itself hopefully will in no way resemble Homer's Odyssey - for during that there were battles, cannibals, witches, lovers, suitors, super-sneaky cover-ups and disguises, and along the way, a whole bunch of people were drugged and turned into pigs. No, this is not what it's about!!
It's quite simply about a 1000km journey on foot from Perth, to Albany in Western Australia walking the Bibbulmun Track.
Why would I want to do such a thing? Well, as you may have noticed in the subtitle, it's about life and death! Bear with me for a little longer while I explain.
I believe that in life you have to do things that put life into your life. That's why I'm working on riding my unicycle for more than just a couple of feet before I fall off, why I'm learning Latin percussion, and why I'm wanting to do this walk. Not all that many people want to go end-to-end in one journey, and while I'm blessed with good health, then I reckon I'd better be making the most of it.
The death bit: It may be a thing that's a little peculiar to me, and I have no intention of starting my own cult (at this stage I'm not ready to become a deity anyway) but I believe that for as long as you are held in the living memory of somebody, you're not really dead. Ever looked at your family tree and thought "I wonder who that person was?". Well, that person, if nobody knows about them any more...is well and truly dead. To hell with that!! I wanna give 'em something interesting and positive to remember me for when I'm physically dead - ie "she's the one that walked 1000km".
So...maybe you're getting the picture that I'm not talking about avoiding physical death - lets face it, it's going to happen one day...but I'll be damned if I'll just be another name on the family tree, famous for being just like everyone else - totally forgettable.
I just have a dream of doing something different.
The Bibbulmun Track itself is rugged, basic and takes 6-8 weeks to walk. At this stage I intend to walk it alone, taking only what I can carry with me, and stopping whenever the track passes through a town, to pick up supplies.
And just to put me completely behind the eight-ball before I get started on the program (on 19 August 08) I've been sick for most of the last month and the only 'fitness' thing I can contemplate at the moment is "will I still fit into my jeans" because I've been blobbing around in bed feeling as though... 'exercise, that's that religious thing they do to get demons out, right??'
Oh well, I've got 4 days to go before the whole thing kicks off!
Chiliad (pronounced Kill-e-ad) roughly means 1000 of something. It's an ancient Greek word. Thinking upon that, it occurred to me that 'Chiliad' was somewhat reminiscent of Iliad, which made me think of Homer (not Simpson) and both the Iliad and the Odyssey. If you don't know what I mean, think ancient poetry. If you don't care to know what that has to do with any of this, then you're not alone.
Now, regarding the 1000 of something, there are roughly 1000km in my proposed journey - hence the 'Chiliad'. The journey itself hopefully will in no way resemble Homer's Odyssey - for during that there were battles, cannibals, witches, lovers, suitors, super-sneaky cover-ups and disguises, and along the way, a whole bunch of people were drugged and turned into pigs. No, this is not what it's about!!
It's quite simply about a 1000km journey on foot from Perth, to Albany in Western Australia walking the Bibbulmun Track.
Why would I want to do such a thing? Well, as you may have noticed in the subtitle, it's about life and death! Bear with me for a little longer while I explain.
I believe that in life you have to do things that put life into your life. That's why I'm working on riding my unicycle for more than just a couple of feet before I fall off, why I'm learning Latin percussion, and why I'm wanting to do this walk. Not all that many people want to go end-to-end in one journey, and while I'm blessed with good health, then I reckon I'd better be making the most of it.
The death bit: It may be a thing that's a little peculiar to me, and I have no intention of starting my own cult (at this stage I'm not ready to become a deity anyway) but I believe that for as long as you are held in the living memory of somebody, you're not really dead. Ever looked at your family tree and thought "I wonder who that person was?". Well, that person, if nobody knows about them any more...is well and truly dead. To hell with that!! I wanna give 'em something interesting and positive to remember me for when I'm physically dead - ie "she's the one that walked 1000km".
So...maybe you're getting the picture that I'm not talking about avoiding physical death - lets face it, it's going to happen one day...but I'll be damned if I'll just be another name on the family tree, famous for being just like everyone else - totally forgettable.
I just have a dream of doing something different.
The Bibbulmun Track itself is rugged, basic and takes 6-8 weeks to walk. At this stage I intend to walk it alone, taking only what I can carry with me, and stopping whenever the track passes through a town, to pick up supplies.
- Longest ever hike through the bush carrying everything - 4 days in the Blue Mountains, NSW - 20 years ago - 80km total
- Number of bush hikes of more than 20km carrying everything - for two or more nights: about six - in the Royal National Park; along about 60km of the convict built Great North Road between Sydney and Newcastle; and through Kuringai National Park.
- Can read a topographic map and can use a compass...but I suppose that GPS makes those skills a bit redundant
- Surprisingly resourceful and outdoorsy - you bet...but there are a lot of things about me that most people will never know...and might never guess!
- Scared of spiders and snakey kinds of things? No, never have been. Grew up in the middle of Garigal National Park, and quite liked finding wild Diamond Pythons curled up in the trees while I was out exploring the bush. And...for those of you who don't know, there are Koala's living in Garigal!
And just to put me completely behind the eight-ball before I get started on the program (on 19 August 08) I've been sick for most of the last month and the only 'fitness' thing I can contemplate at the moment is "will I still fit into my jeans" because I've been blobbing around in bed feeling as though... 'exercise, that's that religious thing they do to get demons out, right??'
Oh well, I've got 4 days to go before the whole thing kicks off!
Pendulum Swinger - Indigo Girls
"Pendulum Swinger"
I meet you for coffee
We get together periodically
I got a bad case I can't shake off of me
The fevered walking round wondering how it ought to be
You work in the system
You see possibilities and your glistening
Eyes show the hell you're gonna give 'em
When they back off the mic for once and give it to a woman
I dream like a mad one
Brutal fantasies I catch as catch can
I'm a psychic and a laywoman
I see love and I like to make it happen
What we get from your war walk
Ticker of the nation breaking down like a bad clock
I want the pendulum to swing again
So that all your mighty mandate was just spitting in the wind
It doesn't come by the bullwhip
It's not persuaded with your hands on your hips
Not the company of gunslingers
The epicenter love is the pendulum swinger
She is she is she is
It's fine about the old scroll Sanskrit
Gnostic gospels the da vinci code a smash hit
Aren't we dying just to read it and relate
Too hard just to go by a blind faith
But they left out the sisters
Praying to a father god so long I really missed her
The goddess of benevolence
You should listen to your mama if you have a lick of sense left
Pushed under by the main press, buried under a code of dress
Relegated by the Vatican
But you can't keep a spirit down that wants to get up again
If we're a drop in the bucket
With just enough science to keep from saying fuck it
Until the last drop of sun burns its sweet light
Plenty revolutions left until we get this thing right
"Pendulum Swinger"
I meet you for coffee
We get together periodically
I got a bad case I can't shake off of me
The fevered walking round wondering how it ought to be
You work in the system
You see possibilities and your glistening
Eyes show the hell you're gonna give 'em
When they back off the mic for once and give it to a woman
I dream like a mad one
Brutal fantasies I catch as catch can
I'm a psychic and a laywoman
I see love and I like to make it happen
What we get from your war walk
Ticker of the nation breaking down like a bad clock
I want the pendulum to swing again
So that all your mighty mandate was just spitting in the wind
It doesn't come by the bullwhip
It's not persuaded with your hands on your hips
Not the company of gunslingers
The epicenter love is the pendulum swinger
She is she is she is
It's fine about the old scroll Sanskrit
Gnostic gospels the da vinci code a smash hit
Aren't we dying just to read it and relate
Too hard just to go by a blind faith
But they left out the sisters
Praying to a father god so long I really missed her
The goddess of benevolence
You should listen to your mama if you have a lick of sense left
Pushed under by the main press, buried under a code of dress
Relegated by the Vatican
But you can't keep a spirit down that wants to get up again
If we're a drop in the bucket
With just enough science to keep from saying fuck it
Until the last drop of sun burns its sweet light
Plenty revolutions left until we get this thing right
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