Shawn is taking off tomorrow, and I have to say, I am the most relaxed and feel the best I have felt, physically and mentally, in, well, years. Just changing my eating to help him and I have so much more energy, and I just feel calmer and more relaxed having a brother around. It’s just been very relaxing, and teaching Shawn how to eat and reading all this literature for the last couple of days has been very informative- even though I don’t eat processed food very much, I had been making some mistakes about what is and what is not healthful. I guess when it really matters, I get motivated to learn about things I take for granted.
Shawn said something revealing- “I kind of just treated food as like putting gas into a car. It was fuel. I never thought about it since I was in shape and felt good.” Since I was only concerned with making things taste good, I never paid attention to all the unnecessary shit I was putting into food. Once he was around and I had to cook with a purpose (I actually do care more about my friends than myself, which is weird, but I am also better at giving advice than following it), I really noticed how many bad things I was doing. After just a few days of lean eating, I feel better and have learned a lot.
Here is the crazy thing- my shoulder, ankles, heel, fingers, and all the other shit I have broken in the past which usually bother me all day every day- they haven’t bothered me since Friday. My knuckles on my fingers look smaller and less swollen, too. I just hope I stick with this, although I have so much more energy I am not even remotely tired right now and gave up trying to sleep. I wake up with shoulder pain every fucking morning, or I did until a few days ago. I feel like everything is just feeling better.
Oh, and to the title of this post, I’m watching the epic USA/Russia game again from this morning. I think I am finally to the point where I think I can safely say my favorite professional sport is no longer the NFL. I get so much more pleasure out of the NHL and college hockey, which I can now get because of cable, and it’s just a better sport and while there are injury issues and still the fighting problem, it’s just got a great tempo and a lot of strategy, more fun to watch, much more like my beloved lacrosse, and it’s just a superior viewing experience, especially because Root Sports does such a good job making you feel like you know the Penguins players. It’s really just a better athletic event all the way around, for the players and the viewers.
And you know how I feel better- it may be partially the food or partially hanging out with a brother, but I feel more motivated to blog in the last few days than I have in a year. I feel good, my Army brother is doing better and will be coming back for another stay, my piglets are ok, and while shit is fucked up and bullshit and the rent is too damned high, otherwise, things are pretty fucking good.
Somewhat related- I honestly can not tell you how funny it is watching one of the toughest guys I have ever known, a guy who spent 12 years as a cav scout in various units, with his last in a light infantry division humping more in one night (let’s not mention the weight of the ruck) than any of you walk in a week and then ten years in force protection (translation, merc) in the world’s biggest shitholes, sitting here on the couch with Rosie loving on him, and he delicately takes his jacket off and uses it to cover her because he thinks she is chilly even though the house is 68 degrees. She just adores him and has spent the last four nights sneaking out of my room to try to sleep with him.
Going to have to check Shawn’s bags tomorrow, because both Steve and Rosie have taken to him like white on rice. Lily is still the top filly in my herd, though.
*** Update ***
I forgot to mention that Shawn has been the sous chef for all our dinners, and he actually has solid knife skills. For the record, I was reading the posts from the last few days and I want to say that Shawn is not stupid, it’s just that cooking is not in his wheelhouse, as in his line of work they generally provide the meals for you. He’s not clueless in the kitchen, he just never had to care. Much like many of you would never would be able to understand FPF or would bother to learn the five paragraphs of an op order. Because he is a visual learner and spent 20+ years in a tell/show/do/repeat until it is instinct teaching environment, what I am doing is when we cook, I set up a mise en place and take a picture, then show him how to do it, and all he needs is his visual and memory (which is honed to perfection after all those years) and the picture, and he can just pick out all the ingredients and replicate it. This is the picture I took earlier for him:
I forgot the garlic, but with that picture sent to his phone, he knows all the ingredients, and he saw me cook it once, and the guy has a memory like an elephant, so all he needs is that picture to get all the ingredients and a reminder to soak the brined artichoke for a couple hours to get rid of all the fucking sodium.
Gonna come up with a couple more cold salads, at least ten, that he can make on a Sunday while doing a meal schedule and eat for the week as a side. Then he will only have to choose his lean meat and vegetable sides. From what I have read, I just basically told him to treat anyone trying to give him pasta, rice, white potatoes, white bread, as an enemy combatant, and told him to stick with seafood and white meats and maybe red meat once a week. BTW- did you know that shrimp was a fucking cholesterol bomb?