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Grains and greens and
nuts and beans and sweet potatoes in between.
My
narcissistic nature creates certain angst about my imaginary future. I do not want to look like this:
And I don’t want to look skinny-fat like this:
In my mind I continually run the mantra:
Grains and greens and
nuts and beans and sweet potatoes in between.
At 5 o’clock my daily food regimen always begins with two Americano coffees, two cream one honey, while reading Psychology Today blogs and replying to workplace emails.
At 7 o’clock I always swig a protein drink mixed with milk, while
watching CNN. (I am not a Trump fan.)
At 8 o’clock A.M. I partake in our work morning tea meeting (to
be confused with our bosses thinking we have morning team meetings),
during which I have a Robins black tea, two cream one honey, while discussing
our collective plan for each of our 17, 18, and 19 year old clients (young
offenders who will be transported to our facility at 9 o’clock).
Lunchtime at 12 o’clock is a community affair having all staff and
clients mingle for an hour. Either whole
grain cereal with milk or one vanilla yogurt or crackers and hummus is my table
fare for such.
My 5:30 suppertime means a gourmet cuisine of veggies and small
portions of meat, prepared by my wife, Carol.
My late night snack at 9 o’clock is usually a slice of old cheddar
cheese and a glass of Adam’s ale right out of the kitchen tap.
Weekends I’ve not the of-the-clock weekday pattern. My quirky nibbling
schedule consists of one can of Coca-Cola while attending a Western League Hockey
game with my favorite NHL scout, Brad Hornung, and I should confess my habit of
red licorice, either raspberry or strawberry, at Brad’s before and after going
to the game.
Saturday I gormandize an Italian sandwich from one of my favorite places,
the ITALIAN STAR DELI.
And just what has this diatribe on eating and nutrition to do with busking? I shall explain in not-ashamedly narcissistic me-me-me fashion.
Every successful busker knows that buskin’ ain’t easy. Factoid: Busking demands a great deal of
physical stamina. Tramping from buskspot
to buskspot and then standing and strumming a guitar for a couple consecutive
hours at each, it is fundamental to be in decent physical and mental shape.
Another factoid: One’s physical presence can be shaped by 10% exercise and 90%
nutrition.
Grains and greens and nuts and beans and sweet potatoes in
between can be the main chews to maintain
the intake for fine physical fettle.
As a busker, projecting a healthy image is paramount. As a busker, I chews (choose) so I need not to be
cosmetisized. As a busker my cap-a-pie persona is a tight white t-shirt, faded blue jeans, and steel-toed work boots. My fantasy, as a busker, is to be a planetary
busker. (One cannot be so intrepid while
being unfit.)
To be a successful busker I believe one has to be vain. If either one’s self-esteem (your measured
self-worth) or self-concept (how you think others are measuring you) is low, so
will the take from your passer-by consumers be low.
Knowing you are physically fit and believing that you look good obviously contribute to both self-esteem and self-concept.
Eating nutritious food will get you to that look-good image you want to
present. It takes moxie to be a busker
and it takes positive self-esteem and self-concept to exhibit such aggressive
energy as moxie.
Following a healthy diet is not a stalemate.
Following a healthy diet is not a zero-sum game strategy.
When it comes down to the skinny of YOU vs JUNK FOOD and if the junk
food wins … you will metaphorically lose the battle and you will literally gain
the belly.
As a self-certified buskologist ...
My tantara of trumpets heralding my beliefs ...
always happens to be my blog!
always happens to be my blog!
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