How cool was that? Just about everything I like about my life came from following that advice. One of the first fruits of that gift was finding the College of Natural Resources at Berkeley and the study of Nutrition and Food Science. Maybe I'll write more about that experience later, but for my first blog post ever I wanted to mention what my first professor in my first class told us at the end of what I considered to be a rigorous review of biochemical pathways and processes, "just eat a balanced diet, for crying out loud...no matter what anyone ever tells you. And think about a little moderation every once in a while."
She was smoking what looked like a pack a day and seemed to be hauling around an extra person in her corduroy jeans, but I never forgot that moment. There were a few mother earth types standing there. They expressed shock and dismay at her lack of 80's cutting edge natural food worship. I just tucked the advice away and beat a quick path to McDonald's for a balanced meal...Big Mac, Large Fries and a Shamrock Shake...the three points of the Jeff Krey food pyramid.
This is a journal of my most recent efforts to try and follow her advice. I am imagining a little personal record keeping, books, articles, etc. that impress or annoy me, the state of my own health philosophy, old stories of success and failures, my state of mind and maybe a few recipes here and there.
The only thing that will not happen is an admission or description of any process that involves the phrase 'super colon blow'. I need to set some boundaries right up front.
Today I felt great. I weighed 191 lbs. I am 5-8. I did O.K. (not great) with the awesome Easter potluck we had at our house today (big Easter egg hunt/cousin brawl). Even though I didn't want to I went over to my sisters house and we walked/jogged for 30 minutes. No matter how much I stretch, my upper back is screaming at the end of the day. I started using some over-the counter-orthotics to treat my self-diagnosed (mild) planter fasciitis. What a hassle.