How is this for healthy eating?

Question by *: How is this for healthy eating?
I have an exercise plan, but I need to make sure my eating is healthy enough.

Breakfast: I normally have weetbix (97% wholegrain) with milk, and little sugar.

Lunch: I am often in town around lunch, so I will have a meat sandwich or sushi.

Dinner: Whatever mum cooks, so often meat and veg.

Would sushi be a healthy eating option?

Best answer:

Answer by ★KillerBear♥
well i eat chips and pizza alllll the time so you sound so helthy to me!

oh and yes!

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This is Floyd’s Place – 6 Gallons for $1.00 …item 1.. Leaving Home — If we’re conflicted, we’re thinking and feeling …

This is Floyd’s Place – 6 Gallons for .00 …item 1.. Leaving Home — If we’re conflicted, we’re thinking and feeling …
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Now he’s off to new adventures, new horizons, his own life, his own decisions, the beginning of a new chapter in his life and in mine. I’ll miss him terribly. And I know his going away is the way it’s supposed to be.
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…..item 1)…. website … aish.com … Leaving Home … Saying goodbye is supposed to be messy and conflicted.

Sept 18, 2011 / 19 Elul 5771

by Lauren Roth

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With his pillow in his arms and his suitcase in hand, he turned to wave goodbye as he opened the door to the school. And as I watched my little boy, my mature, grown-up, 18-year old little boy, leave the cocoon of our house, the shelter of our home, I cried.

They were tears of longing, sorrow, and loss, and also tears of joy, excitement, and wonder for him and his new, fresh, just-beginning life. I always knew this day would come. I’d waited for it with anticipation, and with dread. The beginning of his independent life, the end of our life as a complete family unit, all sleeping under one roof, all eating dinner at the same time each evening, all coming and going from the same home base.

He was ready to soar, but tethered to his crying mother, too.

There were all the things I’d been waiting to do when I had more time and fewer children to actively care for. And then there was the awful feeling of emptiness in the pit of my stomach every time I replayed that image of his turning to wave goodbye, a sweet smile on his face as he wavered between his eagerness to immerse himself in his blossoming experiences on the one hand, and his feeling the connection to me, to our family, to our home on the other. He was ready to soar, but tethered to his crying mother, too.

I said all the right things: “I’m so excited for you!” “This is such a wonderful day, the start of a wonderful life!” “I love you, I’m proud of you, I know you’ll do great things; you’re a good person, my son.” But all the while, the tears flowed, belying my sadness even as I spoke my words of encouragement to him to “go, fly away, live your life!”

I want to turn back the clock, to experience our life together all over again. I kept picturing him playing in the sandbox; a cute, innocent boy of five. Or wanting to stay up late at night and talk to me in the kitchen when he was just becoming a teenager. Or laughing as he played in the pool with his siblings, roughhousing and dunking and swimming in the summer sun. Or even just yesterday, helping his little sister along the hiking trail, lifting her over the brook, as strong as a man.

Now he’s off to new adventures, new horizons, his own life, his own decisions, the beginning of a new chapter in his life and in mine. I’ll miss him terribly. And I know his going away is the way it’s supposed to be.

It reminds me of another leave-taking. When my two-and-a half-year-old boarded the bus for preschool for the first time, his excitement quickly dissolved into tears of utter despair as he realized I wouldn’t be coming with him. I remember seeing his cute face, framed by oodles of blonde, cascading curls, crumpled into a visage of abject misery. Of course, I cried too, just as I cried today. But now that toddler is eleven, and he’s as well-adjusted as they come. The sadness, the leave-taking, the loss of babyhood, is all part of the healthy growing process. Even though the sadness feels terrible at the time, it’s a gateway to the next step in life.

This also brings back memories of when my parents sent my severely handicapped sister to live in a group home in a different state. Even though she had lived in their home for 25 years, even though she was so physically large that it was difficult for my aging parents to maneuver her in and out of bed, in and out of the car, to and from the toilet, even though they couldn’t live their own lives fully because finding a babysitter who could give her the constant care she needed was next to impossible, still, when they put her on the plane and waved goodbye, my father lay down on the floor of his office in his fancy law firm and laughed and cried and cried and laughed.

If we’re conflicted, we’re thinking and feeling.

When saying goodbye is not messy and conflicted, that’s when I begin to wonder about dysfunctionality. The parents who told my teenaged client, “Please stay in camp for the next session too,” even though he told them he wanted to come home. The mothers who gleefully send their kids on the bus for the first day of school, excited to be rid of them for a few hours…. The lack of conflicted emotions might be easier to feel, but it’s not always the right way to feel.

I’ll accept the strange duality of my ineffable feeling of loss coupled with my confidence and assuredness that I’ve prepared him well, loved him well, taught him well, and that now is his time to fly.
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Snappy Stories (June 1, 1926) … Who is this cruel taskmaster, this architect of anxiety? (Sept 18, 2011 / 19 Elul 5771) …item 2.. Quick to Judge — And did I mention the gorgeous weather? (February 9, 2012 / 16 Shevat 5772) ..

Snappy Stories (June 1, 1926) … Who is this cruel taskmaster, this architect of anxiety? (Sept 18, 2011 / 19 Elul 5771) …item 2.. Quick to Judge — And did I mention the gorgeous weather? (February 9, 2012 / 16 Shevat 5772) ..
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My frustration only grew. How can I be efficient if no one else is? I told myself. (Instead of what I really should have said: “You are becoming a little obsessive; have a drink and go to sleep.")
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…..item 1)….. website aish.com … My Relentless Taskmaster … The tyranny of To-Do lists.

Sept 18, 2011 / 19 Elul 5771

by Emuna Braverman

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Help! I’m feeling trapped. My oppressor is a relentless taskmaster, tormenting my waking hours and disturbing my sleep. Whenever I try to settle down this instrument of torture attacks. In the wee hours of the morning (I’m usually available around 4:00 a.m. if anyone wants company!) it pounds away at me relentlessly. Until I finally give in and leave my warm, but no longer comfortable bed to do its bidding.

Who is this cruel taskmaster, this architect of anxiety?

It is my To-Do list.

My To-Do list seems to resemble a scene from Disney’s Fantasia. No matter how quickly I check off items, they are replaced – with even more than I began with. The list overflows like the hapless Mickey Mouse’s buckets of water.

I tried not making a list but that only made the voices in my head scream louder. To preserve my sanity (and that of those around me) I tried to write everything down. That was list was totally and completely overwhelming (you have a similar list, right?) so I sought advice.

My husband, whose interest in the preservation of my sanity is the strongest, suggest that I don’t look at the whole list and just move through each piece slowly and methodically, one at a time. This helped – and dinner is still on the table awaiting him every night (although take-out is sounding very tempting).

But the midnight clamoring persisted. Why aren’t there any offices open at 1 a.m? I have some questions I need answered. Why is shopping the only commercial activity available at that time? And why isn’t everyone else responding to my emails as rapidly as I’m sending them? Don’t they know how busy I am?

Don’t they recognize I’m depending on their answers?

My frustration only grew. How can I be efficient if no one else is? I told myself. (Instead of what I really should have said: “You are becoming a little obsessive; have a drink and go to sleep.")

Perhaps I’m jittery from all the coffee I now need to keep my awake (I console myself with the fact that three to five cups a day are supposed to ward off Alzheimer’s) or perhaps it’s just the ongoing tyranny of that To-Do list. Can someone else please go to the dry cleaner’s and the grocery store?

It’s not a time management or organization issue – I could write those books. It’s strictly a numbers game. There’s just a lot to do. And there’s really no one to blame but me. I took on all my responsibilities – gladly. And I am happy about all of them. Really.

There seems to be only one solution. Hire a personal assistant! No, seriously, I mean a deeper, more spiritual solution. I need help. And while I could (and do) delegate where possible, the real assistance I need is more profound. I need to ask the Almighty to give me the energy and the peace of mind required to accomplish my daily tasks. And I need to remember He’s got my back.

By myself, I’m very limited. With His help, there’s nothing I can’t accomplish. My mistake has been thinking it’s all on me, that it’s all my responsibility. I can breathe a little easier now. I remembered that I have a partner, that the Almighty and I, we’re in this together. Take that To-Do list!
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…..item 2)…. aish.com … HOME FAMILY MOM WITH A VIEW … Quick to Judge

Why is our instinctive reaction all too often to be critical?
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February 9, 2012 / 16 Shevat 5772
by Emuna Braverman

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It was the last day of mid-winter vacation. The sun was shining brightly, the ocean was calm and blue, and the temperature hovered in the mid-70’s (Just threw that in to make New Yorkers jealous!). We hadn’t really taken any family trips during this time so we decided to go out with a bang and go “segway”-ing along the beach. If you haven’t tried it, segwaying (I’m sure it’s not yet a legitimate verb) is a lot of fun – especially when done in such a setting. (I also did it recently in Talpiot on the Haas Promenade overlooking Jerusalem – now that’s beautiful!)

Anyway, the view was spectacular, the weather perfect (did I mention that?) and there was the additional challenge of trying to weave in and out of the pedestrians and bikers. As we passed one group on bikes, I heard one guy mutter to another, as he glanced in our direction, “They are so lazy.”

At first I was outraged. How dare he?! He doesn’t even know me! Should I stop and tell him that I already got my exercise for the day; that I ran on the treadmill before I came to the beach?

Then I began to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. Why did I care what some complete stranger thinks? Why do I feel the need to present him with justification for my activities and choices? A simple “Harumph” or better yet, completely ignoring him would have sufficed.

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Finally I had the most sobering thought of all. I had been him. We frequently go biking at the beach and I always looked at those segwayers (now I’m creating nouns) and thought they were lazy. I felt virtuous and self-righteous about the fact that I was biking and they were cruising. Didn’t they recognize how much healthier my activity was than theirs? Didn’t they care about their bodies and their health? How self-indulgent they were…

It never occurred to me that perhaps, like me last week, they weren’t there for the exercise, that they were just having fun. And even more than that, it was family time. It was an opportunity to see the beautiful California coast.

And worse than that, I was so quick to judge – complete strangers, whose lives I knew nothing about, quick to put a negative spin on their activities and motivations. I may never have muttered the words but my thoughts were loud. I felt embarrassed by my own shallowness.

Why did I feel the need to judge them at all? Sometimes when our feelings are hurt, it can be a challenge to fulfill the mitzvah of judging others favorably. And yet we must try. But in this situation, the other vacationers had done nothing to me. We had no relationship whatsoever. They hadn’t spoken to me. They certainly hadn’t hurt or insulted me. And yet my instinctive reaction was to be critical of them. Not a moment to be proud of. The desire to build ourselves up at the expense of others is so ingrained and so insidious that it requires constant vigilance not to give in to it. I guess my defenses were down (see how I try to judge myself favorably!) as I was caught up in the pleasure of the moment. But we can never relax our defenses because that’s when our base inclinations see their chance to attack and thrive!

I like to think that, besides the fun, the family time and the opportunity to once again appreciate the Almighty’s beautiful world, I gained some perspective, that I made a small stride forward in the area of thinking before I speak, in constantly being on my guard and judging others more favorably.

Turns out it wasn’t only a pleasurable activity (which it definitely was) but a chance for growth as well.

And did I mention the gorgeous weather?
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Is this exercise plan a winner? Will it help me slim down and get toned?

Question by TheLovelyStrange: Is this exercise plan a winner? Will it help me slim down and get toned?
Okay so I read online that Katherine Heigl’s workout was to jump rope for 5 minutes, then do strength training exercises, and then about 25 minutes of cardio such as running. Do you think this exercise plan would work if I put the activities in the opposite order? This is MY exercise plan:

25-45 minutes of running
Strength training exercises
5 minutes of jump roping

Will this help me get strong and fit?

Best answer:

Answer by jack
That sounds great if you stick to it! Any diet/exercise plan will make you strong & fit 🙂

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Jamie Oliver is Right and 30 Percent of Children are Obese on this Childrens Health Day

www.empoweryourbody.com Many of you may know of Jamie Oliver’s Food Revolution on ABC so has Alycia and she agrees with Jamie 100 percent! What can you do on this childrens health day to make a diffrence in the world and our health. Childrens Health Day
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