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Jamie’s BLOG – DAY 218 :: mmmmm….good

6 Aug

My new favorite coffee shop is a bike shop.

I love how Heritage has given bike lovers a place to get coffee and coffee lovers a place to get bikes.

It has me thinking about peak performance and passion and how when you combine the two you are, well, unstoppable.

Pour the coffee!

More tomorrow.
Lovemore,
Jamie

 

{what passions can you combine?}

Day 154: f*ing friday :: folgers

14 Oct

TGIF.
Today continues the weekly series, F*ing Fridays, which will coincidentally occur on Friday. I mentioned some of my favorite F words back on Day 5, including: Fearless, Fabulous, Fine, Fun, Faith, Freedom, Forgiveness, to name a Few.

Last week I dove into the word Feature Film.

Today’s F*ing Friday is dedicated to the word:
Folgers

As in, good to the last drop.

Actually, I think that’s the Maxwell House tag line.

Whatever.  Close enough.  Both are grocery store coffee.  Which is still coffee.
And, today, that’s exactly what I had.

As Debbie and I boarded the boat to America (a.k.a. the ferry to Woods Hole) I sheepishly grinned and announced on this dreary, rainy day — “I think I want some coffee.”

So I allowed myself to break my almost one-week streak of no coffee.

And, really, even though I’m pouting in the photo above, I don’t think it was a weak moment in my one-week streak, because I promised to be gentle with myself and take this coffee habit break slowly.

I mean, over five days in a row without coffee?
After a summer of living on it to get me out of bed?
I think it’s okay to have a few sips on a rainy October day.

My body did too.
Surprisingly, while the coffee tasted good, I didn’t need very much to satiate my taste buds.  I only drank half a cup — of a SMALL cup.  Which for me, well …that’s progress in the right direction.

Because it was f*ing good.
And, I didn’t want to finish to the last drop.

Day 277: promises, promises

4 Oct

Today was officially Day #1 of Attempt #2 without coffee.  Not even a sip.

Today was also something else.
Somewhere in the back of my head it occurred to me that today was something that I couldn’t quite remember.  October 4th.  I couldn’t put my finger on what today was all day.  This afternoon, when I scribbled the date out on a piece of notebook paper during a conference call, it finally hit me — It’s my un-anniversary.

And then I celebrated with a little un-anniversary happy dance inside my heart and a big peaceful smile on my face.  Because I have now officially reclaimed this day in history as my own — by forgetting what it was in the first place.

Someday, I know, I will reclaim the island of Santorini too, the venue where the path to the un-anniversary began, with a “REDO” all my own.  But, as I sit here tonight looking back on the miles in between the life I lived then and the one I have now, all I can think is you’ve come a long way baby.

Even still, I should have known then that something was amiss.

There were signs.
They could have been bright, neon, flashing signs and I probably wouldn’t have seen them.  Like the fact that my nuptials began at sunset and the party didn’t end until sun up — even though there were just two of us, and even though I was begging to go to sleep, to return to the bridal suite, to get some rest because I felt my throat swelling and my sinuses starting to flare up — the first indication of a head cold.

Instead we were scooped up by some new-found island friends and taken out to a local restaurant and bar where a band and circle of dancing locals surrounded us, placing glasses of ouzo on our heads. I cringed at the thought of oozo dripping on my dress while my ex preferred the spotlight and moved to the center of the circle.

Just when I thought we were finally going back to our hotel room tucked on the side of the cliff, the Greek islander driving the makeshift bridal caravan announced we were going for a “roadie.”

“A roadie?” I asked with tired eyes feeling my throat getting hoarse and scratchy.  He proceeded to describe the next bar hop stop on the “Road” home.

I looked up with pleading eyes to just go home.  No dice.  The car full of strangers — on my wedding night — decided that we were going on.

At the next stop, an open air bar, as I watched stray dogs run up and down the streets outside and my newly married partner dance the night away in the bright lights of a tiny island dance floor, I sat in full wedding gown regalia propping my head up on the table with my elbow, trying to keep from falling asleep and smushing my raw silk wedding dress into the beer stained sticky table.

By the time the first rays of sunlight hit the water, we finally made it back to our hotel room.  On October 5th, I woke up with a full-blown cold and sinus infection.

I believe in promises.
That’s why I am keeping this one, to not shop and instead invest in my head, heart, body and soul — and to write everyday.

But, sometimes, some promises, well …they are just not meant to keep.

And, I think, now, being where I am and where I have been, true wisdom is seeing the signs and knowing the difference.

Oh, yeah, and one more thing:
Happy un-anniversary, to me!

Day 97: it ain’t easy being green (again)

7 Apr

What would you do if there were no internet?
I, for one, can barely function.

Today, I woke up to a bright sunny Florida morning with no connection to the rest of the world.  No Email, Facebook, Google, Skype. No internet.

Which would be fine if I didn’t need it for, like, EVERYTHING I do!

So, there was only one thing I could do.
That’s right, go to my “other office” at Panera.

Which would normally be a welcomed break, in fact, it would be a little bit of mocha heaven for me, if today were not DAY 2 OF CLEANSING.

After hours of waiting for the green connection light to appear, after fiddling with the black box and starring a hole in the router, I finally gave in and got up the courage to go to the land of coffee and chocolate.

Ah, The Land of Coffee and Chocolate!
Where all your dreams come true.
Where just walking in the door promises baked goods, cookies, brownies, and coffee.

Plus! Your loyalty card gives you a surprise treat when you check out …as in:

“Congratulations! You have a FREE espresso beverage on your card, would you like to use it today?”

No.
Just hot water.
Thanks. (I think.)

Panera had internet.
Problem solved.

But, it highlighted another problem …coffee just might be my ultimate weakness. If I were super, it would be kriptonite.

The crazy thing is, I am totally fine without coffee.
I can go weeks (okay, days) without that crazy South American bean. But, one whiff of it and my craving center lights up saying, “Take me, I’m yours.”

Today, I did not partake.
I sat right there in the middle of Coffee Central and ignored the temptation all around.

You see, I was completely focused on that other little addiction I have:  the internet.

But, this day has a happy ending.
A greener one I might add too.

Day 2 of the Colorado Cleanse got me back into the kitchen.
This time around the Green Smoothie was more like a hot soup, and boy was it good! Oster The Blender got a workout between the celery, zucchini, parsley and string beans.

Sounds terrible, I know.
But, it tasted great.

And, I did it!
A small step for mankind, a giant leap for Jamie.
And that just proves, YOU can do anything too.

Day 28: the 4 hour 21 lesson mocha miracle

28 Jan


This morning I stopped at Panera to grab a mocha and a little work time before the lunch crowd arrived.

I started to order my usual Mocha, until I looked up at the calorie chart.
Cafe Mocha = 380 Calories.

I scanned down to regular coffee.
Coffee = 5 Calories.

The irony is, I ALREADY KNOW how many calories are in a mocha and regular coffee from my food marketing days. But, since I crave mocha, I usually order mocha.

Today, that looming calorie board stopped me in my tracks.
Actually, two voices stopped me in my head.

This week, I started reading two books** which have skyrocketed my awareness level:

Only been reading for two days now and they are in my head.
You are probably familiar with these authors. Both are New York Times Best Sellers, one a man, the other a woman, one a data cruncher, the other a spiritual leader.

Here’s my thinking — there can be no better way to get the “skinny” on the body system than these two thought leaders, coming at the issue from two different directions.

However, this morning while contemplating the mocha/coffee decision:

Marianne was softly saying to me:
“Your body is perfection. What fear has aroused the need of mocha for you?”

Tim on the other hand, was screaming:
“Check it out, dude! The coffee is only 5 calories.”

Guess which one I ordered?
You got it, plain, old, coffee.
I do like both, but the coffee weighed in at only 5 calories.

As I work through these books my goal is to find MY voice in the process. Maybe I’ll meet them in the middle. Maybe I’ll go crazy trying to take it all in, ping ponging back and forth. Either way, I promise to report back.

Sometimes, awareness sucks.
But, I am already feeling that the more I know in my  head about what is actually going into my body feels pretty sweet.

**(thank you for the book recommendations Debbie Phillips and Rob Berkley!)

Day 20: buzz kill

20 Jan

I crave coffee.

Actually, I heart mocha. Love it.

Which is why this “How To End Your Coffee Addiction” post by Food Renegade makes me sad. Or confused.

It’s not like I’m looking to end my coffee addiction.
I very much enjoy it.

It is part of my daily routine.
Part of the comfort zone in my virtual office:

Macbook Pro – check!
Green Notepad – check!
Levenger Pen – check!
Coffee Cup – check!

I don’t drink an exorbitant amount of coffee. Somewhere between 1 – 2 cups a day.

But, it does disturb me a little – the whole caffeine addiction/nutrient deficient theory. Especially since the other side of the fence promotes coffee as a superfood/antioxidant.

Food theories and diets change like the shirt on my back.
What’s in? What’s out?

I was in the food marketing business long enough to know that food is a fad. Just like fashion has a shelf life so does the latest blueberry/kale/quinoa/ craze.

Here’s a trend I’m following this year… listening to my head, heart, body and soul.

Who knows? Maybe I’ll denounce caffeine in all forms. Maybe I’ll start eating raw coffee beans?  Maybe I’ll drink mocha upside down while patting my head and rubbing my belly? Or is that rubbing my head and patting my belly?

Or maybe not. The jury is still out.

I know this much is true — being more aware is a fun experiment.

I highly recommend.

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