Since going Paleo my family has fallen even more in love with our grill. Paleo and grilling just work well together. The past couple of years I've even been stepping outside my grilling comfort zone more and more. Grilling things I'd never thought to have grilled before and trying new flavor combinations. I have to say I'm pretty thrilled with the results of most of my flavor experiments. In the past I'd never have thought to grill fruit, but it's amazing. Grilling fruit and adding it to traditionally savory dishes? Brilliant. Oh yes, and? New rule: every burger recipe for the rest of forever must contain grilled pineapple. OK, maybe more of a guideline. It's a seriously delicious combination though. This Smoky Grilled Pineapple Burger is always a crowd-pleaser at my house. It's not only Paleo, but Whole30, glutenfree, lower carb, and clean eating friendly. I promise you won't miss the bun! paleo, grilled pineapple burger, smoky
Hello all of you “Kat Does Diets” fans! Kerri was kind enough to ask me to do a guest posting on her Blog so today is the day.
My name is Margo and my Blog is called “Brooklyn Fit Chick.” You can follow me here: http://brooklynfitchick.typepad.com/brooklyn-fit-chick/.
I am a fitness instructor, personal trainer and avid cyclist. You can find all kinds of fun things on “Brooklyn Fit Chick” and I look forward to hearing your feedback on it soon.
Feel free to follow me on Twitter: @BrooklynFitChik (note spelling on Twitter)
I am also on Facebook: “Brooklyn FitChick”
Today I wanted to talk about the very personal reason that I always, absolutely, and without exception wear a helmet whenever I ride my bike (I call her Trixie!) Hope you enjoy it.
I have a love/hate relationship with my bike helmet. While it offers me protection should I ever need it and I promised my mother to absolutely, positively, without exception, never, ever go for a ride without it--I hate the way it looks and how hot it makes the top of my head.
Yuck, look here if you can stand it:
Yes, I will own my vain and shallow behind but I am not alone! There are many of us cycling vixens out there looking for a stylish solution to this bike helmet conundrum. (Design folks—get right on that. The day someone creates a stylish version will make serious money!)
Growing up, my generation did not bother with helmets, elbow and/or knee pads or enforced adult supervision. We were the latch-key, forgotten generation who boldly (and often stupidly) embraced dangerous activities without a second thought.
Anyhoo, way back when I was the rare tenth-grader who craved responsibility & structure and actively looked for an afterschool job but was too young to legally be hired anywhere. So I took my sincerity and youthful optimism and volunteered as a "Candy Striper" at the Bryn Mawr Rehabilitation Hospital in Malvern, PA. (Shout out!)
For those of you who have no idea what I am talking about—Candy Stripers were young gals who were basically interns for hospitals and available to help out the hospital staff by handing out magazines, taking patients on their daily walk, playing cards, and pretty much do whatever the nurses ordered-- ahem, I mean asked us to do.
If you are wondering why they were called Candy Stripers, it was because our bitchin' uniforms that resembled a candy cane (from Getty Images)
Ugh, the memories are coming back now. This is probably the least flattering uniform for any profession. (Shudders)
Back to my story, my wing held the head-trauma patients and my job (which I took very seriously) was to hang out with them in between their doctor’s appointments and rehabilitation sessions. That could mean playing board games, watching TV, walking around the hospital grounds or as with my favorite patient--listen to records. (Records—yes, CDs were on the market but the hospital could not afford a “boom box” to play them.)
The patient whom I remember most clearly (and therefore was my favorite) was named Alice and she was 17-years old, had a boyfriend and a driver’s license which automatically made her seem cool as shit to 15 year-old me. Alice was very a beautiful girl and her parents described her as a "handful" on the count of her habit of sneaking out of the house to take midnight rides with her boyfriend who owned a motorcycle. (The coolness just kept piling on!)
Why was Alice a patient in the head trauma unit? From what I was told, one day while going on an actual parent-approved date, Alice's boyfriend hit a wet patch of leaves which caused his cycle to slide under a car (he was uninjured) while she was flown (head-first) right into the sidewalk. Without a helmet. In essence, Alice woke up one day as a "normal" high school senior and by that afternoon was left with the intellectual ability of a nine-year old.
A nine-year old with fits of temper and terrible headaches. Her short-term memory was practically nil; in fact I had to continually introduce myself to her for months. Alice's muscle coordination was compromised to the point where at the end of the day she would develop a noticeable limp and her right shoulder would stoop down into her chest.
Alice loved to listen to music and thought I was the coolest person ever because I was always bringing "new" records during my shift. Actually I only owned three but she could never remember what I brought the week before so as far she was concerned, I was a musical Santa Claus!
After several months of weekly visits, Alice was finally getting to the point where she would remember me, my name and the day I was due to be there. She would jump around and grab my arm excitedly when we would have the rec room to ourselves for "record time!"
Hands down her favorite was "Journey's Greatest Hits" and her favorite song was their ballad Who's Cryin' Now. As soon as the last guitar note would fade away she would shuffle over, pick up the needle and play it again. And each time her eyes would be closed as she listened very carefully to the beginning notes of the piano.
This happened so often the doctors, nurses, janitors and patients would take turns pleading with me and Alice to "please, please play another song!" To this day, I have a clear image of a young girl desperately trying to remember the lyrics and clapping clumsily off beat to the magic that was 80's Journey.
Almost six months to the day she was admitted to the center Alice had a seizure and was transferred to another facility. I was desperate to find out her condition but no one could offer a conclusive prognosis.
This completely threw me off because up until that time I thought doctors and hospitals had the answers for every ailment and injury imaginable. When I questioned her physician about her chances of ever getting better he shrugged his shoulders and said "Who knows? It's a head injury."
As he walked past me he added "You never want two things kiddo: you never want to be burned and you never want a head injury. All bets are off with either one." Never forgot that.
Soooooo, though I hate the look of my doofy helmet and how sweaty it makes my hair--I will always wear one when I ride..
I just wish someone would come up with a cute version. It's a potential gold mine--trust me.
Please promise me you will always wear your helmet as well.
Ox ox,
BFC
PS: This one's for you Alice—wherever you may be.
My name is Margo and my Blog is called “Brooklyn Fit Chick.” You can follow me here: http://brooklynfitchick.typepad.com/brooklyn-fit-chick/.
I am a fitness instructor, personal trainer and avid cyclist. You can find all kinds of fun things on “Brooklyn Fit Chick” and I look forward to hearing your feedback on it soon.
Feel free to follow me on Twitter: @BrooklynFitChik (note spelling on Twitter)
I am also on Facebook: “Brooklyn FitChick”
Today I wanted to talk about the very personal reason that I always, absolutely, and without exception wear a helmet whenever I ride my bike (I call her Trixie!) Hope you enjoy it.
I have a love/hate relationship with my bike helmet. While it offers me protection should I ever need it and I promised my mother to absolutely, positively, without exception, never, ever go for a ride without it--I hate the way it looks and how hot it makes the top of my head.
Yuck, look here if you can stand it:
Yes, I will own my vain and shallow behind but I am not alone! There are many of us cycling vixens out there looking for a stylish solution to this bike helmet conundrum. (Design folks—get right on that. The day someone creates a stylish version will make serious money!)
Growing up, my generation did not bother with helmets, elbow and/or knee pads or enforced adult supervision. We were the latch-key, forgotten generation who boldly (and often stupidly) embraced dangerous activities without a second thought.
Anyhoo, way back when I was the rare tenth-grader who craved responsibility & structure and actively looked for an afterschool job but was too young to legally be hired anywhere. So I took my sincerity and youthful optimism and volunteered as a "Candy Striper" at the Bryn Mawr Rehabilitation Hospital in Malvern, PA. (Shout out!)
For those of you who have no idea what I am talking about—Candy Stripers were young gals who were basically interns for hospitals and available to help out the hospital staff by handing out magazines, taking patients on their daily walk, playing cards, and pretty much do whatever the nurses ordered-- ahem, I mean asked us to do.
If you are wondering why they were called Candy Stripers, it was because our bitchin' uniforms that resembled a candy cane (from Getty Images)
Ugh, the memories are coming back now. This is probably the least flattering uniform for any profession. (Shudders)
Back to my story, my wing held the head-trauma patients and my job (which I took very seriously) was to hang out with them in between their doctor’s appointments and rehabilitation sessions. That could mean playing board games, watching TV, walking around the hospital grounds or as with my favorite patient--listen to records. (Records—yes, CDs were on the market but the hospital could not afford a “boom box” to play them.)
The patient whom I remember most clearly (and therefore was my favorite) was named Alice and she was 17-years old, had a boyfriend and a driver’s license which automatically made her seem cool as shit to 15 year-old me. Alice was very a beautiful girl and her parents described her as a "handful" on the count of her habit of sneaking out of the house to take midnight rides with her boyfriend who owned a motorcycle. (The coolness just kept piling on!)
Why was Alice a patient in the head trauma unit? From what I was told, one day while going on an actual parent-approved date, Alice's boyfriend hit a wet patch of leaves which caused his cycle to slide under a car (he was uninjured) while she was flown (head-first) right into the sidewalk. Without a helmet. In essence, Alice woke up one day as a "normal" high school senior and by that afternoon was left with the intellectual ability of a nine-year old.
A nine-year old with fits of temper and terrible headaches. Her short-term memory was practically nil; in fact I had to continually introduce myself to her for months. Alice's muscle coordination was compromised to the point where at the end of the day she would develop a noticeable limp and her right shoulder would stoop down into her chest.
Alice loved to listen to music and thought I was the coolest person ever because I was always bringing "new" records during my shift. Actually I only owned three but she could never remember what I brought the week before so as far she was concerned, I was a musical Santa Claus!
After several months of weekly visits, Alice was finally getting to the point where she would remember me, my name and the day I was due to be there. She would jump around and grab my arm excitedly when we would have the rec room to ourselves for "record time!"
Hands down her favorite was "Journey's Greatest Hits" and her favorite song was their ballad Who's Cryin' Now. As soon as the last guitar note would fade away she would shuffle over, pick up the needle and play it again. And each time her eyes would be closed as she listened very carefully to the beginning notes of the piano.
This happened so often the doctors, nurses, janitors and patients would take turns pleading with me and Alice to "please, please play another song!" To this day, I have a clear image of a young girl desperately trying to remember the lyrics and clapping clumsily off beat to the magic that was 80's Journey.
Almost six months to the day she was admitted to the center Alice had a seizure and was transferred to another facility. I was desperate to find out her condition but no one could offer a conclusive prognosis.
This completely threw me off because up until that time I thought doctors and hospitals had the answers for every ailment and injury imaginable. When I questioned her physician about her chances of ever getting better he shrugged his shoulders and said "Who knows? It's a head injury."
As he walked past me he added "You never want two things kiddo: you never want to be burned and you never want a head injury. All bets are off with either one." Never forgot that.
Soooooo, though I hate the look of my doofy helmet and how sweaty it makes my hair--I will always wear one when I ride..
I just wish someone would come up with a cute version. It's a potential gold mine--trust me.
Please promise me you will always wear your helmet as well.
Ox ox,
BFC
PS: This one's for you Alice—wherever you may be.
I do. And It never ceases to amaze me how many bikers I see without. Thanks for the message today.
ReplyDeleteWow. Just...wow.
ReplyDeleteI see a ton of bikers without helmets too...and I've honestly considered taking my bike out even though I do not own a helmet, but all it takes is one thing, and everything could change. :/
This was a great post...even if it did make me tear up! Damn sap! :P
It's the same with horseback riding, it amazes me how many people do so without wearing helmets. Then again I do live in New Hampshire the "Live Free or Die" state. So it's very common to see motorcyclists forgoing the helmet. It's sad really, more people should read this story. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteI, too, have a love-hate relationship with my bike helmet. It goes on, though, every time I consider a ride. Even helmets are not a guarantee but they help somewhat. I have a story for why I wear mine that touches close to home. Several years back, I had to tell my children that their father was in ICU with a blood clot in his brain due to a biking accident. He HAD a helmet on. That helmet saved his life. Never go without one.
ReplyDeleteNot going to lie, I bike without a helmet. The thought of helmet hair is horrible. :-p
ReplyDeleteBut, this post has changed my mind about helmet hair....I rather keep my brain. I will be purchasing a helmet soon!!
And Journey is great.....
Thank you so much for your kind words everyone! Just about every day I see people sail down the street by my apartment with no helmets on and it makes me cuckoo! If I just convert one person to ride a little safer today--it will mean the world to me!
ReplyDeleteI have to admit if I'm leisurely biking I skip the helmet, mainly because, like you said it's so flippin hot.:O I know, terrible, but I always make the kids wear them biking and horseback riding, always! Need to work on wearing one myself. Loved the post :)
ReplyDeleteThank you for this!! I do not ride a bicycle but my husband and I do ride a motorcycle and even though we live in a state where it's not mandatory, we always wear helmets...I would feel naked with out it!
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