I appreciate a free lunch like anyone else out there – but when you make healthy eating a priority, a free lunch doesn’t really mean much.
A few weeks ago, I was attending an in-house two day training session for work. Apparently, my company provides lunch when all day training is scheduled. Being new, I didn’t know that – and because I am used to being a ‘picky’ eater, I am perfectly fine providing my own lunch – no issue at all.
Before arriving on my first day of training, I stopped off at Wegmans and picked up a salad. Lunch was provided for the rest of the group and it was the standard: Sandwiches, salad with croutons and cheese, a cream based soup and cookies and brownies for dessert. Needless to say, I was happy with my salad even though it provoked a ton of comments and questions about my food preferences. All was right with the world.
Before the end of day one, the lady in charge of ordering asked me what my food preferences were. She seemed to not even grasp the idea of a food allergy if you ask me but I told her nonetheless. I mentioned I don’t eat foods with gluten or dairy and suggested a salad as a good option if she were able to order something for me. She wrote it down and said ‘no problem’.
I didn’t stop for salad the next morning – why would I? Well – I should have known better. Lunchtime came around – the lunch order arrived. Guess what was waiting for me? A bowl of lettuce – and to add insult to injury, with grated Parmesan cheese mixed in. I am not even joking – a BIG BOWL OF LETTUCE – iceberg lettuce!! I looked at the lady and she just shrugged and said I told them you didn’t eat gluten and walked away.
I don’t need to be coddled. I am perfectly fine fending for myself when it comes to my food preferences, but when someone says they are going to take care of something, I figure – they will take care of it. Silly me – I was even more annoyed that the lady didn’t give a shit afterwards. Who the hell eats a bowl of lettuce and calls that lunch? Would she be ok with that for her lunch? Anyways …
Today my company held holiday lunch. There was nothing for me to eat. Not a huge deal, since I brought my lunch but it just seems to me when you are providing for a large group of people – at least a few of them would need some other options than fried, breaded, cream based foods. The salad they offered had cheese all over it again as well – there was absolutely not one thing offered that I could eat. As I said, I wasn’t expecting different but it made me think about a few things…
- You can’t please everyone – I get that. However, if you are in charge of putting together a luncheon/dinner/party– at least consider those with food allergies or preferences. Salads (beyond just a bowl of lettuce) are great. Just offer the cheese and croutons on the side.
- Corporate America eats like shit. There was not even a crudité fruit platter offered instead of cookies/brownies for dessert.
Anyway, that’s my PSA for the day…
I wonder if this list of The 44 Healthiest Companies to Work For in America has the same problem?
What is it about the holiday season that can make some people depressed? Could it be the darkness of winter that sets in or the reality of how fast time flies or memories of holidays past? Or maybe the combo of it all… I am feeling so blah – nothing really excites me lately including my workouts. My focus on eating healthy has been so compromised lately that I wouldn’t be surprised if most of my clothes stop fitting. And like most of us, I know what I need to do – it’s the doing it that’s tough for sure.
I have been starting to use my light therapy lamp at work when I first get in to the office in the morning. My dr recommended getting one a few years ago and I definitely think it helps – I have the Lightphoria Energy Light Lamp
“Bright light has been used for over a decade to alleviate symptoms associated with seasonal affective disorder (SAD), jetlag, shift work fatigue, insomnia, seasonal change and more. Light therapy offers a convenient and effective way of making up for the lack of light, without the need of medication. Lightphoria light therapy lamp uses very bright lights up to 10,000 lux to simulate natural sunlight whilst eliminating the dangerous UV rays. Place it 12-24 inches away from you while you read, watch TV, and work on your computer. 20-30 minutes each morning is all it takes to significantly improve energy levels and regulate sleep patterns.”
And watch this video — it will help you realize how blessed and thankful many of us are…
Happy Thanksgiving! There is always something to be thankful for even when things may not be going in the most ideal way. Whether it be an opportunity to learn, to grow, or to appreciate. It’s way too easy to get wrapped up in our lives and forget how blessed and lucky so many of us are. That doesn’t mean we aren’t entitled to feel low but you have to keep things in perspective. Take today to really answer this: What Are You Thankful For?
I got up and did a 12 round boxing session to get my day started with some awesome, fun people. Im thankful for my health and fitness for sure. Some days it’s hard to get up and get it done, but at the end of the day it is so worth it.
This was written by my husband last year on 9/11:
Whenever I see the numbers 9 and 11, I remember.
Whenever I fly and go through airport security, I remember.
Whenever I drive past the Pentagon, I remember.
Whenever I see the New York City skyline, I remember.
Whenever someone says “Let’s Roll”, I remember.
Whenever I see the letters F.D.N.Y. or N.Y.P.D., I remember.
Whenever I see Giuliani, or hear his name, I remember.
Whenever I see an American flag at half staff, I remember.
Whenever the Department of Homeland Security is mentioned, I remember.
Whenever I hear about a U.S. soldier being killed in action, I remember.
I remember seeing my yet to be born daughter for the first time via sonogram, and how happy I was. I remember the confusion going on in the doctor’s office as we were leaving, but not understanding why.
I remember my boss calling me as I drove to work late, and her telling me to turn around because they were evacuating the campus.
I remember being glued to the television, when the second plane hit the south tower, and I remember watching the footage over and over again until it was permanently etched into my brain.
I remember people hanging out the windows, and then falling/jumping to escape the fire.
I remember the shock of watching the south tower collapse.
I remember “All circuits are busy” when trying to use the phone.
I remember hearing false information about the Pentagon, and the White House.
I remember being scared and helpless when the north tower collapsed.
I remember footage of thousands of people walking out of the city, covered in grey ash.
I remember newscasters switching from talking about and showing the horror, to honoring and showing the heroes.
I remember reading the scroll at the bottom of the screen for hours and days.
I remember breaking down and sobbing in the middle of the night as I thought about all of those lives lost.
I remember mobile surface to air missile launchers deployed around Washington D.C.
I remember David Letterman, coming back on the air and not telling any jokes.
I remember New York City tourism grinding to a halt, and making it a point to show my support by visiting.
I remember seeing the gaping hole where the Twin Towers stood from the top of the Empire State Building, and the site still smoldering over a month after 9/11.
I remember walking all over the city with my pregnant wife, and having a great time.
I remember Shock and Awe.
I remember ignorant people saying horrible things about Muslims.
I remember having a great sense of Patriotism, and being thankful for the brave men and women who serve in our military.
I remember crazy conspiracy theories.
I remember President Bush standing on the deck of the USS Abraham Lincoln with a banner that read “Mission Accomplished” in 2003.
I remember the U.S. soldiers that were killed in action.
I remember having a conversation with a young coworker about where we were when the planes hit, and he replied in middle school – I remember I am getting older.
I remember how precious life is, and how much I love my family and friends.
I remember that the world was forever changed.
You are damn right I remember……..everyday.
My friend Liz invited me to try a new CrossFit that opened nearby for a Saturday WOD this weekend. It was a partner workout with 3 rounds of 30 OHS, 40 Pull Ups and 50 V-Ups. I have not really done any lifting for months, so the gift of OHS was felt all day Sunday for sure. I do miss parts of CrossFit but not all of it — so I have some thinking to do whether I want to sign up for a few months to see if the fire has returned. Decisions, decisions…
And of course the pull ups left me with some nasty open calluses that are very painful. I am never proud of them because I know that it means my form was definitely off. I used chalk but it was so hot in the gym that mixed with sweat, the bars were coated with a chalky paste.
Monday is Labor Day. I asked around to see if any one really knew what it was all about. Not many did, so here’s some good info about why we celebrate this holiday.
According to the US Dept of Labor site, Labor Day is a creation of the labor movement and is dedicated to the social and economic achievements of American workers. It constitutes a yearly national tribute to the contributions workers have made to the strength, prosperity, and well-being of our country.
So, if you work in the USA – you go ahead and celebrate. Without all we do – our country wouldn’t be as amazing as it is.
If this is the end for Joan Rivers, I hope it’s peaceful. She was a significant force in her field and for women. Was she crass or unkind at times? Perhaps. But I, for one, thank her for being strong and smart and funny. For a young girl growing up in stuffy Connecticut, Joan was a breath of fresh air. Her influence was far greater than she ever knew.
I’m sending good health vibes to the amazing Joan Rivers…
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Hope everyone has a wonderful and safe Labor Day Weekend. I’m going to spend time with my kiddos and hubby before school is back in session and our lives start to get more chaotic!
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It’s here! The last day of the 2013-14 school year! Whoo Hooo. It went by so fast which means the kiddos are growing up way to fast for my taste. I look at the pictures I have taken and wonder what happened to my little babies.
This weekend is Father’s Day! Hope you are planning on doing something fun with those you love. A friend of mine posted this Facebook status this week that I think says what needs to be said:
My Dad passed away 31 years ago, but has been a positive influence on me every day since (as has been my amazing Mom) Tell your dads how much they mean to you this coming weekend!
Activities To Do With your Dad
Here are a few of my favorites from the links I have listed below:
- Coaster Crazy: Head to an amusement park and spend hours on some crazy roller coasters.
- Spin Your Wheels: Go for a bike ride, roller skating or in my family’s case: Skateboarding!
- Gaming: If your hubby is into video games like mine is – a few hours of video game playing together can be really fun.
And a Happy Father’s Day to the dads in my life, including my father in law Pops and my Dad….
My brothers: David and Jon
And the most special dad of all: My hubby Scotty.
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Yesterday, Mike Rowe posted a FB status about: Retired Staff Sargent Travis Mills
As you can see, Travis has undergone a few structural modifications, most visibly in the leg department. Likewise, his left arm is more machine than flesh, and though his right arm appears to be around my waist, it really isn’t. Like the rest of his limbs, it’s been missing in action for some time.
I met Travis a few weeks ago in DC at The Science and Engineering Festival, and spent a half hour talking, mostly about Dirty Jobs. He wanted to tell me how much he and his buddies appreciated that show while on active duty. He wanted to know what it was like to work in so many “difficult and dangerous situations.”
Can you imagine? How exactly does one answer a question like that from a guy like this?
On the day we met, I was a little stressed out. I had just moderated a panel on the main stage, and I was rushing to the other end of the Convention Center to meet with a bunch of CEO’s to discuss mikeroweWORKS. I was late, and there were three-hundred and fifty thousand people between me and where I needed to go, all of whom wanted to say hello and take a photo. My security team was cutting a swath through the crowd, and I was trying very hard not to look like a complete douche. Then one of the event organizers ran over and grabbed my arm.
“Hey Mike, there’s a guy backstage who really wants to say hello.”
“That’s nice,” I said. “Tell him to get out here and do it.” I was walking fast, head down, determined to maintain forward momentum. If you stop in a situation like that, you never get started again.
“Well,” said the guy, “it would be easier if you came to him. It’ll just take a second.”
“Why? His legs broken?”
“Uhh…not exactly. But he’s just around the corner. I think he was in the war.”
I told the security guys to sit tight, and followed the guy down a long hallway, looking at my watch as we fast-walked into the backstage area. Then we ducked behind a blue curtain, and Travis Mills stood up to greet me. Actually, he kind of unfolded himself from a chair, and came toward me with a very wide smile. He then extended a prosthetic arm and offered a plastic hand, which I automatically shook.
“Mike Rowe! What an honor! I’m Travis Mills, and I’m very, very pleased to meet you.”
I’ve seen a lot of things over the years, and I’ve gotten good at pretending there’s nothing unusual when there clearly is. But I was completely unprepared for this.
“Ahh…shit,” I said. “What happened?”
“Damn. I’m sorry.”
“No big deal. It’s been two years now. I’m good. Tell me something though – are you gonna do anymore Dirty Jobs?”
“Dirty Jobs, man! When are we gonna see some new ones?”
“Well Travis, that show was cancelled. I’m working on something new though that I think will be just as good. Maybe better.”
“Hey, that’s great! I got new legs and you got a new show! Tell me all about it!”
That’s how the conversation started. My show. My foundation. My book. Etc. But I eventually steered it back to him, and learned that Travis is one of only five quadruple amputees to survive that level of injury in the recent wars. He has a motto: Never Give Up – Never Quit. He has a Foundation. He’s featured in a new documentary. He also has a wife and a kid, and a deeply personal commitment to help other wounded Vets cope with their injuries. But when I asked why I hadn’t seen him in any of the typical commercials and PSA’s for wounded veterans, his answer was stunning. He said he didn’t consider himself to be wounded.
“I’m not a victim, Mike. And I refuse to be portrayed that way. Case closed.”
Fact is, Travis is missing more than a few original parts; he’s missing all traces of self-pity. And that’s presents a challenge for mortals like me. Because it’s a hell of a thing to feel put out because a crowd of fans are making me late for an important meeting, and then listen to a guy with no arms or legs tell me how lucky he is, and how much he appreciates all my hard work.
That’s called a gut-check, and I could use one from time to time. Especially on Memorial Day, when the biggest decisions I face are what to grill and which type of frosty beverage to enjoy. This year, as I resolve these and other important issues, I’ll think of Travis Mills. A guy who went out on a limb for me, in every way possible.
And Happy Memorial Day to you all.
PS. His story is incredible. Check it out, if you have the time.