So this weekend was beautiful in New York. We had 80+ degree weather, warm sun shining all day. So, I did something I haven’t done in 3 years. I got my ass up early, cooked an amazing breakfast – scrambled eggs with rosemary and prosciutto and wilted kale and then – wait for it – took my dog for a RUN! To be honest – I probably only ran for about a total of a 1/2 mile, but we went along for about 2 1/2 miles- hills and all.
Why is this a big deal? Because 1) I haven’t really exercised with intent to push myself and definitely have not tried to run in 3 years (not even for a bus) 2) I have probably gained 75+ lbs in that time and was at the peak of being unhealthy when I started the Whole30 and 3) it wasn’t nearly as hard as I thought it would be – don’t get me wrong I was sweating like it was my job, but my body told me when to run and when to walk. Oh, and what’s also impressive is that my 12 year old dog survived too – a little limping toward the end but he refused to let me pick him up and carry him home.
What does all this physical activity have to do with “going Greek”? Well, after a long shower and a quick nap, I headed out for authentic Greek food, in Astoria, Queens. The neighborhood is known for its Greek population and delicious food, and it didn’t disappoint. I stepped out of my box a little bit, we ordered grilled octopus and grilled sea bass – with the head still on. While visually I could have done without seeing the head of a dead fish on my plate, the food was unbelievably, incredibly delicious. Everything is cooked clean – olive oil, lemon, salt and pepper. The flavors were insane – it almost made me want to cry a little.
What I also noted in between savoring each bite, was that I really didn’t need to eat a lot. While my friends were chowing down on pita bread, hummus dip I was enjoying my greek salad full of tomatoes, cucumber and meaty olives.
Life is good.