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Sunday, 21 September 2014
Saturday, 20 September 2014
Tallow time. Heart fat from local grassfed cow. #paulssonpaleo #primal #paleo
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Friday, 19 September 2014
What's My Name Again?
Because I sure can't remember it... I thought the last course was intense, but this one takes the biscuit. Ha!
Key take-away from week one? It all starts in the core. We've analysed postures and practiced various core exercises, making me realise just how fundamental core strength will be to staying injury free. I kid myself into thinking I'm strong, but many of the exercises showed me that I should really hold off on some of the heavy lifting before I've corrected my posture. Oh CrossFit, how I miss you...
Anyhow, add in a few more anatomy lessons, our first practice PT lesson, a sprint session and a Friday afternoon 3 k run for time and you've got a happy, but insanely tired lady. I want my bed!
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| I had no picture of biscuits, so here are some paleo balls from mamma instead |
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| My new love interest, check out his lats... |
Monday, 15 September 2014
Morning walk to "school bus" through empty streets. #paulssonpaleo #ptcourse
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Sunday, 14 September 2014
"Saw your missed call. We were out hanging in the woods." #paulssonpaleo #myparentsarenuts #soundsevenmoreawesomeinswedish
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Saturday, 13 September 2014
This leaf was watching my every "mushroom-sniffing" move, suspended in mid-air. #paulssonpaleo #paleo #primal
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Thursday, 11 September 2014
Meet and Greet Outside of Gothenburg!
Whoop, so by some lovely coincidence, I've made friends with a friend of a friend who wants me to come to a "meet and greet" lifestyle event at her place outside of Gothenburg on Sunday.
And following on from that, I'll be hosting a paleo/ low carb introduction talk sometime in October. How exciting!
So if you're in or around Gothenburg this Sunday (it's in Kullavik) and want to have a chat about paleo/ low carb living and other lifestyle subjects, drop me a line on c_paulsson@hotmail.com. I will post more info about the October talk soon.
*doing a mental jig while trying to concentrate on my studying*
And following on from that, I'll be hosting a paleo/ low carb introduction talk sometime in October. How exciting!
So if you're in or around Gothenburg this Sunday (it's in Kullavik) and want to have a chat about paleo/ low carb living and other lifestyle subjects, drop me a line on c_paulsson@hotmail.com. I will post more info about the October talk soon.
*doing a mental jig while trying to concentrate on my studying*
Tuesday, 9 September 2014
Vengeance of the Dairy Fairy
Oh man, I never learn, do I? A week and a bit of cheating with dairy and I am paying for it big time. I'm supposed to be studying like a madwoman these last few days before I start my PT course in Gothenburg but all I can do is stupidly stare at my left and right labeled hiking socks whilst breathing through my mouth. Gah!
The last time I got a cold was when I left London. Similar scenario: Cecilia stays with friends and starts abusing their Nespresso machine, drinking quadruple espressos with cream, because who can be bothered to make egg latte in someone else's kitchen? Top that off with some cheese omelette and cheese platters at the local winery and some of that organic ice cream down the road and the Dairy Fairy gets her fearsome fairy sprinkles a-ready. A few sneezes from a fellow tube passenger and they start working their magic and BOOM, Cecilia gets a cold. Awesome.
The worst part, however, was the extra turbocharged PMS pain that never fails to impress! Instead of spending Sunday morning brunch with London family and friends, I was a blubbering incoherent pile of excruciating pain, covered in a cold sweat.
2-0 to the Dairy Fairy.
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| Am surprised I managed to put them on correctly |
The worst part, however, was the extra turbocharged PMS pain that never fails to impress! Instead of spending Sunday morning brunch with London family and friends, I was a blubbering incoherent pile of excruciating pain, covered in a cold sweat.
2-0 to the Dairy Fairy.
Monday, 8 September 2014
Pappa enjoying a distinctly non-paleo burger before going back to strict caveman. #paulssonpaleo #faileo #unimpressed
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Travel food. Boil eggs, put back into packaging, open handbag, insert. #paulssonpaleo #primal #paleo
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Sunday, 7 September 2014
Saturday, 6 September 2014
Friday, 5 September 2014
Top of my London wish list. #paulssonpaleo #paleostud #paleo #primal
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Living on the edge. Took the stairs, lived to tell the story. #paulssonpaleo #paleo #primal
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Thursday, 4 September 2014
Making use of the playground. #passivehang #paleo #primal #paulssonpaleo
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Wednesday, 3 September 2014
Sunday, 31 August 2014
City Essentials
Parachuting out of London meant removing a lot of clutter from my life. Among them were clothes, jewellery, handbags, shoes and makeup, ie anything that didn't serve an immediate purpose in a garden or field or forest. Mamma remarked at some point that it would be nice if I wore something else but my jean shorts and one of my gazillion white tank tops, but I haven't seen the point.
Returning briefly to "civilisation" in London has me donning stuff that now feels oddly foreign to me, things that seemed useful to me in my earlier life. Grandma's cherished ring is still gorgeous, but feels over the top on my blackberry scratched fingers. The handbag that I "invested in" right before I decided to leave still smells divine and elegantly carries all sorts of junk, but feels like a bad joke when considering how much food the money I bought it for could buy. The measly pieces of makeup that I still have left make me feel almost garish when I use them, despite being probably unnoticeable to people around me.
Funny how things that used to feel so essential now just feel like a burdensome, superfluous. Why is it so important to look a certain way, to be so polished? Why do we spend so much money on stuff that is pretty but unnecessary? We're fools, yeah.
Returning briefly to "civilisation" in London has me donning stuff that now feels oddly foreign to me, things that seemed useful to me in my earlier life. Grandma's cherished ring is still gorgeous, but feels over the top on my blackberry scratched fingers. The handbag that I "invested in" right before I decided to leave still smells divine and elegantly carries all sorts of junk, but feels like a bad joke when considering how much food the money I bought it for could buy. The measly pieces of makeup that I still have left make me feel almost garish when I use them, despite being probably unnoticeable to people around me.
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| Add caption about silly handbag splurges |
Early morning ride out into the countryside. #blog #dustofftheroadbike
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Saturday, 30 August 2014
Friday, 29 August 2014
London, Baby!
I'm off to London for Lil T's christening. I'm so excited to see the rest of the PB posse and my friends again! I know that money will be tight in the next few years, if not for the rest of my life, so this is a true luxury that may not be repeated anytime soon. I'll just have to rely on my friends to come visit! (*thinking long and hard of how to make that prospect irresistible*)
Despite my excitement, I don't actually miss London. I love the place, don't get me wrong, but it's the people that make the city and many of them have moved on. Also, London is so tightly intertwined with my old career, a career that now seems so utterly foreign to me. And I don't miss that at all, not even on a particularly bad day in the sticks.
I thank my lucky stars I was able to leave and let go, just like that.
Despite my excitement, I don't actually miss London. I love the place, don't get me wrong, but it's the people that make the city and many of them have moved on. Also, London is so tightly intertwined with my old career, a career that now seems so utterly foreign to me. And I don't miss that at all, not even on a particularly bad day in the sticks.
I thank my lucky stars I was able to leave and let go, just like that.
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| Relevant picture of my foot dangerously close to massive heaps of cow dung (in London, that would be dog poop) |
Wednesday, 27 August 2014
Magic Mushrooms
What's more paleo than foraging for your own food? Check out what we found in the forest yesterday:
All in all, we cooked more than 13 litres of mushrooms, yikes. After cleaning (no water, will just slimefy them), we cut them into little pieces and let them sweat on medium heat until all the juices were absorbed.
This morning, we made an omelet and served it up with the reheated mushrooms, fried in butter and seasoned. Holy moly, that was good.
And I have yet to start hallucinating...
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| Mamma and the shrooms |
This morning, we made an omelet and served it up with the reheated mushrooms, fried in butter and seasoned. Holy moly, that was good.
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| Red drink is NOT cordial, but kvass, ie fermented beet juice (interesting...) |
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| I left this little fellow where I found him |
Monday, 25 August 2014
Mobility Lab Rats
My parents are my favourite lab rats for new experiments. This latest one is courtesy of my favourite Cromagnon who got me reading Ido Portal.
Anyhow, I've got my parents to hang throughout the day, the goal being to build strength as well as mobility. I admit, I can't even hang for a minute, but it just makes me want to do it more. It bothers me that something as simple as hanging has become so uncomfortable since I did it last (like eons ago...). The good thing about it is that I can feel my shoulders and back loosening up already.
Squatting is another pet peeve/ project of mine that I'm trying to incorporate as much as possible in my daily life (now that I don't have to worry about splitting a suit). It's irritating, I want to do it perfectly NOW! But a comfy life spent sitting most of the time isn't to be undone in a few months, ey? Check out my current props:
The third, but perhaps most important thing I've started doing, is to stand throughout the day. I swear I've developed an allergy towards sitting after quitting my office job. I sit down for meals, but will stand for the rest of the day. More props:
I can't wait to meet my classmates on the PT course for some more inspiration for more awkward habits. :-)
Anyhow, I've got my parents to hang throughout the day, the goal being to build strength as well as mobility. I admit, I can't even hang for a minute, but it just makes me want to do it more. It bothers me that something as simple as hanging has become so uncomfortable since I did it last (like eons ago...). The good thing about it is that I can feel my shoulders and back loosening up already.
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| I hope they don't break (the house or themselves) |
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| Cheating with the yoga mat until I can squat like a pro |
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| Quite the eclectic book collection |
Friday, 22 August 2014
The Upside of Studying in the Sticks
My life consists of studying, eating, exercising and sleeping it seems. But I'm not complaining. Because in between, I sneak in this:
And this:
And this:
And some of this:
And this:
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| Pine cones hurt more than gravel, trust me on this one |
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| Lingonberries to go with the moose I just wrestled to the ground |
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| Glad no one saw me taking this pic |
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| My face hurt from the cold after this particular swim |
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| Not a tourist in sight |
Harvest Time
August is an exciting time in our garden... It's time to harvest some of the veggies that survived the slug attacks. Granted, the harvest isn't as large as I hoped, but it is amazing eating your own vegetables!
I am also lucky to have a colleague with an allotment and a surplus of courgettes. So many that I made some "zoodles" with them. Yum!
Zoodles are made by cutting courgettes with a julienne peeler, then salted to draw out the liquid (leave for 30 minutes in a colander), rinsed and patted dry with kitchen roll. Then fried briefly in a pan with fat of choice. They are served here topped with roasted seeds, broccoli and burger.
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| See those chillies? Ouch, they are incredibly spicy! |
Zoodles are made by cutting courgettes with a julienne peeler, then salted to draw out the liquid (leave for 30 minutes in a colander), rinsed and patted dry with kitchen roll. Then fried briefly in a pan with fat of choice. They are served here topped with roasted seeds, broccoli and burger.
Thursday, 21 August 2014
Exam Done! Next!
I passed my nutritional advisor exam on Tuesday, whoop! I missed two questions out of 100, damn. I must've been picking my navel (for lint!) when they told us that microvilli are called the equivalent of "intestinal lint" in Swedish (tarmludd). No chance of forgetting that now.
After celebrating in style (I made some paleo naan to go with the curry... we party hard here), I'm back to studying some more. No rest for the wicked.
After celebrating in style (I made some paleo naan to go with the curry... we party hard here), I'm back to studying some more. No rest for the wicked.
Monday, 18 August 2014
Simple(ton) Sauce
Eating clean when on the move can be a challenge. I stayed with some family friends in Lidingö while in Stockholm and although I had full access to their kitchen, I didn't exactly have oodles of time to cook.
Inspired by one of my classmates, I threw together this meat sauce late one evening. It took me perhaps half an hour from start to finish and did the trick. Plus it has very few ingredients, my general credo in the kitchen.
500 g mince meat (organic mooooh, please)
500 ml tinned tomatoes
1 large onion
At least a teaspoon each of powdered ginger, cumin, dried thyme (or whatever strikes your fancy in the cupboard. Go on, go crazy.)
Salt and pepper to taste
Ghee or butter for frying
A dollop of butter to thicken the sauce before serving
Chop and fry the onions on medium heat in a frying pan for a few minutes until soft. Watch them like a hawk, don't let them burn.
Add the meat. Mash up. Season. Fry for a few minutes until no pinkness remains. Dunk in the tomatoes. Mix well, then put on a lid and let it simmer for 10-15 minutes while you make a salad, pick the lint out of your belly button or check Facebook.
Add the butter. If you're feeling frisky, go all the way and plonk in 3-4 tablespoons. Stir and watch the magical transformation of an otherwise average sauce.
Inspired by one of my classmates, I threw together this meat sauce late one evening. It took me perhaps half an hour from start to finish and did the trick. Plus it has very few ingredients, my general credo in the kitchen.
500 g mince meat (organic mooooh, please)
500 ml tinned tomatoes
1 large onion
At least a teaspoon each of powdered ginger, cumin, dried thyme (or whatever strikes your fancy in the cupboard. Go on, go crazy.)
Salt and pepper to taste
Ghee or butter for frying
A dollop of butter to thicken the sauce before serving
Chop and fry the onions on medium heat in a frying pan for a few minutes until soft. Watch them like a hawk, don't let them burn.
Add the meat. Mash up. Season. Fry for a few minutes until no pinkness remains. Dunk in the tomatoes. Mix well, then put on a lid and let it simmer for 10-15 minutes while you make a salad, pick the lint out of your belly button or check Facebook.
Add the butter. If you're feeling frisky, go all the way and plonk in 3-4 tablespoons. Stir and watch the magical transformation of an otherwise average sauce.
Eat it while it's hot. Then put the rest in a glass jar and eat cold the next day at work. Because microwaves are evil.
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| Excellent choice of paper bags to bring food in to low carb class (matavfall=food waste; Karamellkungen=CandyKing) |
Saturday, 16 August 2014
Achtung! Wonder Woman Gushing
Wow. What to do, what to say? How does one sum up a week of this? This course has been absolutely riveting from start to finish. The subject matter is obviously close to my heart, but what made the experience were the people. My amazingly quirky, sassy, intelligent, funny and compassionate fellow nutri-nerds. We're talking "massive collective girl/ boy crush" here. Ouch, I miss them already.
So what's next? A lot. I'll be wrapping up the nutrition course next week, hopefully passing with flying colours (given how much I've studied, I'd be mortified if I didn't...).
And once that's off my plate, I'm on to the next course. To become a PT. How's that for a challenge? The thought makes me grin and squirm at the same time. But the voice in my head that shouts "why the hell not?" is louder than ever. You may call me Wonder Woman, if you wish. I sure feel like it.
Swirling around this are all the ideas and plans for how I want to use my new knowledge. And I will be letting them swirl for a while longer. Because I now know that things will eventually fall into place. I just need to have faith and patience. Two virtues that I never realised I had.
So what's next? A lot. I'll be wrapping up the nutrition course next week, hopefully passing with flying colours (given how much I've studied, I'd be mortified if I didn't...).
And once that's off my plate, I'm on to the next course. To become a PT. How's that for a challenge? The thought makes me grin and squirm at the same time. But the voice in my head that shouts "why the hell not?" is louder than ever. You may call me Wonder Woman, if you wish. I sure feel like it.
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| This Stockholm hottie wasn't copyrighted, so he'll have to illustrate just how badass I am |
Saturday, 9 August 2014
Start of Fidgety Week 2 (Nutrition Course Part II)
Wow, I can't believe how quickly this summer has gone by. I'm sitting on the train, once again headed towards that fair city of the North, aka Stockholm. The landscape has changed significantly in the last month, harvesting being in full swing across the country.
I've spent most of the last month getting up early to work out/walk/run, eat breakfast, study for 1-4 hours, break for lunch, go for a swim, pick (but mostly eat) a helluva lot of berries (me and lil T share this passion...), prep for dinner, eat dinner, go for a walk, go to bed. Repeat.
The studying has gone well. Sure, I've read dozens of books and blogs on the subject of paleo-inspired/ low carb food in the last few years, but it's been for my own benefit only. This has meant skimming the more "sciency" bits to get to the conclusion at the end, ie "yeah, that's all nice, but what do I actually DO?" Rereading some of my books this summer has meant that I understand more and more of the "why", not just the "what".
Here's to another week of even more moments of clarity. :-)
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| Grain leftovers? |
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| Studying on the beach can be problematic when it's windy... |
Here's to another week of even more moments of clarity. :-)
Sunday, 3 August 2014
Quickie Kraut
We love sauerkraut this household, so we're constantly making more when we free up jars.
Today's batch was made with cabbage and some red beets to top up.
Check out our previous posts for more rough'n'ready recipes.
For this particular batch, I also used some whey from the raw milk that we bought a week ago. I'm looking forward to see if there is a difference in taste!
Today's batch was made with cabbage and some red beets to top up.
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| Pink food rocks |
For this particular batch, I also used some whey from the raw milk that we bought a week ago. I'm looking forward to see if there is a difference in taste!
Saturday, 2 August 2014
Schon Gegessen - Today's Lesson in German
Although I wouldn't say that I'm very fluent in German anymore, there are a few terms that I still use on a regular basis. There are just some words that need to be in German, for example "schon gegessen" to describe food that looks like it's already been half digested, ie "already eaten".
This morning's breakfast certainly fit the bill. The PB posse was polite as usual, but agreed that we have seen better-looking food before. My sister kindly offered another translation of the term: "vom", ie vomit. Lovely.
In my defence it has to be said that I had to wip up something real fast out of leftovers, plus the below for our trip:
This morning's breakfast certainly fit the bill. The PB posse was polite as usual, but agreed that we have seen better-looking food before. My sister kindly offered another translation of the term: "vom", ie vomit. Lovely.
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| Lump of something eggy, served with decidedly sloppy leftover kraut salad from last night |
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| A lot prettier, but who knows what it'll taste of... |
But let's face it, food doesn't always turn out Michelin-worthy. It's just that those "vom" dishes tend to stay off the blogs. ;-)
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