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Sunday, 5 October 2014
Friday, 3 October 2014
Trigger Point(less)
Wow. Where have the last three weeks gone? Commute, class, work out, eat, class, study, commute, eat, sleep. Repeat. Whoop!
I've been extremely impressed with the course so far. The teachers are extremely knowledgable and have FIRE in their bellies. The coursework takes me out of my comfort zone on a daily basis (anatomy, anyone?).
However, the key takeaway from this week is the distance I have put between me and my old life. That - not so exact - distance can be measured in my shoulders' trigger points.
You see, we learned a few handy massage techniques in the last days and some of them focused on the little knots (trigger points) that so many of us develop in our muscles, preferably in our shoulders when we're have a stressful desk job.
Ever since I started working I've had stiff, knotted, painful shoulders. At one point it got so bad that I lost all sensation in my right index finger. At another point, my shoulder gave me so much grief that I couldn't sleep properly for months. Let's just say I was expecting to be the perfect lesson in locating trigger points.
I wasn't. Actually, I SUCKED as an example. Even the teacher struggled to find much.
THAT's how far I've come.
I've been extremely impressed with the course so far. The teachers are extremely knowledgable and have FIRE in their bellies. The coursework takes me out of my comfort zone on a daily basis (anatomy, anyone?).
However, the key takeaway from this week is the distance I have put between me and my old life. That - not so exact - distance can be measured in my shoulders' trigger points.
You see, we learned a few handy massage techniques in the last days and some of them focused on the little knots (trigger points) that so many of us develop in our muscles, preferably in our shoulders when we're have a stressful desk job.
Ever since I started working I've had stiff, knotted, painful shoulders. At one point it got so bad that I lost all sensation in my right index finger. At another point, my shoulder gave me so much grief that I couldn't sleep properly for months. Let's just say I was expecting to be the perfect lesson in locating trigger points.
I wasn't. Actually, I SUCKED as an example. Even the teacher struggled to find much.
THAT's how far I've come.
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| My face after two days of kneading |
Friday morning trigger point face. #paulssonpaleo #mf_gruppen #primal #paleo
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Thursday, 2 October 2014
Flora with butter. Or you just buy butter. #paulssonpaleo #primal #paleo
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Benjamin is getting a proper massage. #paulssonpaleo #ptcourse #mf_gruppen #paleo #primal
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Wednesday, 1 October 2014
Tape art during PT course. #paulssonpaleo #ptcourse #paleo #primal
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Tuesday, 30 September 2014
Taping the crap out of our ankles. #paulssonpaleo #ptcourse #mf_gruppen
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I get to wear PJs and undercover moccasins all day. Whoop! #paulssonpaleo #ptcourse #mf #vivobarefoot #barefootingit
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Monday, 29 September 2014
Post-class sprint session with a helluva view. #paulssonpaleo #ptcourse #mf
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Saturday, 27 September 2014
Friday, 26 September 2014
Posing is the best part of living in the gym. #paulssonpaleo #primal #paleo #ptcourse
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Coffee weaning process is a bumpy road... #paulssonpaleo #paleo #primal
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Thursday, 25 September 2014
Heart stew with cauliflower. #paulssonpaleo #primal #paleo #lindegrens
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Wednesday, 24 September 2014
Getting close and personal with Benjamin the skeleton. #paulssonpaleo #ptcourse
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Monday, 22 September 2014
Lunch in jars. #paulssonpaleo #paleo #primal #avoidplastic
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Next best thing to barefoot. #paulssonpaleo #paleo #primal #vivobarefoot
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Sunday, 21 September 2014
Sandals perhaps not the best choice today. Getting a bit nippy. #paulssonpaleo #lunasandals #paleo #primal #toesturningblue
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First step of cutting down on coffee: weekends only, small cups. #paulssonpaleo
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Workout companion this morning. #paulssonpaleo #primal #paleo #wherearethetouristsnow
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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 |
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