I Am Canadian + Volumetrics Diet

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The Sochi Olympic games have now come to an end and there are several conclusions I can draw from this.

1) I’m so proud of my fellow Canadians on team Canada. What discipline they possess.

2) I’m way too much of an emotional person. Be it the sports performances themselves, interviews with proud athletes or medal ceremonies – all of the above make me cry. I cannot, for the life of me, understand why.

3) I am proud of what my country stands for. The more I read about what is/was going on in Russia, the more I am thankful to live in a country of peace, dignity and humanity, or as this guy puts it:

Hey, I’m not a lumberjack, or a fur trader….
I don’t live in an igloo or eat blubber, or own a dogsled….
and I don’t know Jimmy, Sally or Suzy from Canada,
although I’m certain they’re really really nice.

I have a Prime Minister, not a President.
I speak English and French, not American.
And I pronounce it ‘about’, not ‘a boot’.

I can proudly sew my country’s flag on my backpack.
I believe in peace keeping, not policing,
diversity, not assimilation,
and that the Beaver is a truly proud and noble animal.
A toque is a hat, a chesterfield is a couch,
and it is pronounced ‘zed’ not ‘zee’, ‘zed’ !!!!

Canada is the second largest landmass!
The first nation of Hockey!
and the best part of North America

I am Canadian.

Also, watching the Winter Olympics is always a throwback to my figure skating days, when Tara Lipinski was my idol and I used to practice my choreographies anywhere and everywhere, like on the front lawn (yes, on the grass, and yes, didn’t you know, it’s perfectly normal to spend one’s afternoons double axel-ing on the front lawn) or in the living room (there goes the antique lamp). Those were the days when my parents were arena parents, gulping down a lotta coffee to stay awake and keep warm as they watched me spin through the air and fall onto my derriere during early Saturday morning practice. What grit all of us little figure skaters had, to get up earlyΒ and practice 4 times a week.

As pasta is often a staple for boosting athletic prowess, my pre-practice meals were often composed of pasta. And on this pasta note, I`d like to share with you some tips on portion control for grain products (especially for non-athletes or people who, like myself, have hung up their proverbial skates/skis/luges hehe).

Starches, or grain products (potato, potatoe) are often overconsumed in our society. In fact, the average man or woman should have 1-3 portions of grain products per meal (one portion being 1/2 cup of rice, pasta, couscous or quinoa). This means that an average person should be having 1/2 cup to 1 1/2 cups of pasta per meal. To help you visualize, 1 cup is about the size of a tennis ball. Therefore, the average person’s pasta serving should range in size from half a tennis ball to a tennis ball and half. I can hear your gasps and your Β “Have you lost your marbles? I eat 3 tennis balls worth of pasta” from here. For a pasta dish to be balanced, limit the total pasta and add protein (ex. 120 grams of firm tofu or 1 cup of lentils) and tons of veggies. This will make your stomach happy, ensure your meal is balanced, prevent an afternoon or post-dinner sugar crash with the added advantage of being more visually appetizing.

Which would you rather eat?

This:

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Or this:

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Thought so… πŸ™‚

Post-script: I admit the 2nd picture, on the whole, looks better than the first thanks to my accessorizing. Kind of like those before/after pictures where people don’t brush their hair or smile for the “before” picture and get dolled up for the “after” picture. Sorry for this. Guilty as charged. πŸ™‚

Post-post-script: Both bowls contain the same amount of pasta.

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