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Going Raw

I used to walk into McDonalds and often times I wouldn't be charged for my food. Why? Because I went there so frequently and brought so many friends, that they knew I was good for business. My favorite meal was the Fishwich, a mighty sandwich made with a bun, american cheese, a deep fried fish patty, and a generous portion of tartar sauce. To fully sate my appetite I always supersized.

My parents had always encouraged me to eat healthy. I just didn't see the point. I felt good, I wasn't fat, and I never got sick. Why fix what isn't broken? I was thankful for my good metabolism and assumed that eating healthy was for people who didn't have it so good.

Then a couple years ago I watched Super Size Me. I watched it for entertainment, but it was the first time I began to believe that what I ate actually mattered. If you haven't seen the movie, I highly recommend it. When subjected to a McDonalds only diet, the creator became depressed, lethargic, and generally didn't feel too well. That was the day I stopped eating fast food.

Leave it better than you found it

On Kicking Thoughts

My Karate Instructor asked me to teach class for him yesterday. I was only supposed to teach the kids class, but when one of the Black Belts who was supposed to show up, didn't, I ended up also teaching the adult class as well (1 whopping student).

I'm not sure why, but I always want the students to come away with something new or better when I teach. It's not that I'm in competition with my instructor; I guess I want to make sure that even though I'm a lower belt, that the students are getting value from what I have to offer.

Last night, with my one student, I was able to help her make her punches more crisp by troubleshooting a body mechanics issue and I got her thinking in a more abstract manner about self defense techniques.

All in all, it was a good class. Oh and the kids had fun too. :-)

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