Sunday, March 4, 2012

After The Fast: Day One

So, today I broke the fast. After a breakfast and mid-morning snack of juice, I make some rice and veggies and sat down to my first plate of real food in 27 days. It was glorious.

If I'm not going to be on a continuous diet, which no one can sustain, I have to change the way I eat, not just what I eat.

Before the fast, this was my normal routine:

1. No Breakfast.
2. Coffee. Cigarettes.
3. No Lunch.
4. More coffee and cigarettes.
5. Get home at 6:30pm, eat a big dinner and have 5-6 cocktails.
6. Go to bed and repeat the next day.

I drank, smoked about a pack of cigarettes and ate one meal, every day. So obviously that had to change.

For the record, here's tomorrow's plan:

5:30AM: Wake

5:45-6:00AM: 15 Minute Workout (that's all it takes me)

6:00-6:15AM: Cool down and read the paper.

6:15-6:45AM: Shower and Dress

6:45-7:15AM: Breakfast: 2 scrambled organic, free-range eggs (from my very own chicken). Small, whole wheat tortilla. Hot sauce.

7:15:8:30AM: Drive to work. Drink 1 liter of water.

10:00AM: Snack: Organic Trail Mix

12:30PM: Lunch: Rice. Steamed Veggies. (I cook this the night before and microwave them at work)

3:00PM: Snack: Apples w/all natural peanut butter

5:00-6:30PM: Drive home: Drink 1 liter of water.

7:00PM: Dinner: Red beans and rice. Salad of mixed greens w/walnuts, raisins, Feta crumbles, and apple, with a Raspberry vinaigrette.

After dinner I have either decaf tea or coffee. I never thought I would drink decaf. It seemed like a waste of time, but now that I'm not drinking alcohol, and just water throughout the day, it feels like a treat.

My bento-style lunch box and carrying bag. 

Broken down.

There's even a little pouch that holds bamboo chopsticks, spork and knife.



Juicing: How It All Began For Me

Me before I started the fast. 230lbs.
On February 7, 2012, I began what I believed would be a 30-day juice fast. I had heard of fasting before, and I had heard of juicing before, and I guess I was vaguely aware that people juiced and fasted simultaneously. In the same way that I'm aware that some people are mechanical engineers, but couldn't tell you how they spend their day.

It began with a conversation with a film producer at the end of the shoot day in Ft. Lauderdale, FL. We were sitting at the bar of a very nice steak house on the property we'd been shooting for two days. We were having a cocktail, and later, after he'd left, I'd have a steak....it being a steakhouse and all.

He told me rather casually, that he'd been juicing. I don't know how this subject came up, but I must have said something about either wanting to lose weight, or quitting smoking, or something. Anyway, he told me he'd been juicing.

I said, "Juicing? As in steroids?"

"No, no," he said. "Fruits and vegetables. Like in a juicer."

His name was Marko and he had a pretty heavy Cuban accent.

He went on to tell me that not that long ago, he'd been close to 300 pounds. He was depressed. Then he discovered this concept of juicing from a film he'd seen. The film was Fat, Sick and Nearly Dead. He said it changed his life.

I have to be honest with you. I was probably on my second or third cocktail at this point, and it had been a long day. I was tired. I listened politely, though interested. I had heard people's stories before about how they'd lost weight, and even when it was dramatic, I didn't go home and do anything about it.

I thought I'd heard of the film. It was a documentary, but other than that, I couldn't tell you.

The next day I flew home, a little hungover from two long days, a big steak dinner, and a little too much wine. Early that evening, I sat down on my sofa and watched Fat, Sick and Nearly Dead. It was so good, I followed that up with Food Matters. What both these films have in common is the sickly state of Americans with the point being that our food is killing us. And not all that slowly I might add.

It changed my life as well. Part way through the second film, I ordered a juicer online. I was going to do it.

The guy in Fat, Sick and Nearly Dead fasted, under a doctor's care, for 60 days. I figured I could 30 without blinking. What the hell. I was drinking at the time of course, so it all sounded doable.

That day was the last time I had any meat, alcohol or caffeine. Sunday and Monday, all I ate was raw fruit and vegetables. By Tuesday my juicer had arrived, and after that I didn't consume anything but the juice from several pounds of fruits and vegetables a day. The day after I started juicing, I also quit smoking.

Now a lot of people were surprised that I quit so many things at once. Also a lot of people thought I was crazy. I'll give you my rationale. When you first start a fast, your body begins to detoxify. As your body cleanses itself, this stuff is released and you feel like shit. When you quit smoking, the same thing happens, plus you go through withdrawal, and you feel like shit. When you quit drinking caffeine....you get the picture. For at least three or four days I was going to feel like shit anyway. Why prolong it? If I was going to feel like shit anyway, I might as well get seriously healthy.

Here's the funny thing. When you quit smoking, there are triggers that make you want to smoke, such as drinking and caffeine, which is why they advice you not to drink alcohol or caffeine when you try to quit smoking. Since I wasn't doing anything, and juicing, and the fact of not eating, was keeping me occupied, I didn't really have that hard of a time. Plus I was drinking about 4-6 liters of water a day, which was helping to flush me out. Point is, I never really felt that bad. I had a dull headache for a couple of days.

Now, that's physically. I was quite the crank, as anyone who works or lives with me can attest. Even more than usual.

Within 2 days, I'd lost 8 lbs. By seven days, I'd lost 13 lbs. By day 13, I'd lost 21 lbs. By day 21, I'd lost an incredible 27 lbs.

Me at the end. 202lbs.
Along the way, it wasn't just the scale that was showing dramatic changes. Of course there were many things, but I'll give you an odd, but very telling one. My wedding ring, which I wanted to replace with a new one, hadn't come off my finger in over 10 years. I had plans to have it cut off, I just kept forgetting. It had grown onto my finger. Now it's not like I was obese, but I weighed 230 lbs when I started all this.

About three weeks in, my other rings started falling off my fingers to the extent I couldn't wear them anymore for fear of losing them. It occurred to me that maybe my wedding ring...it just slid off.

By the end of my fast, I'd lost 28 lbs by my 27th day. I had meant to make it a full 30 days, but that week I finally had to travel for work and I wouldn't be able to continue juicing, so I called it quits.

Final count:

27 days
28 pounds

Now I was going to start the really important step of learning to eat properly. Not a diet, a life change. You can check in on me right here to see how I'm doing.

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Cape May Organic Market


This morning I drove down to Cape May to check out a new Organic food market that literally opened it's doors for the first time this past Thursday. Technically, they haven't even had their grand opening, as they are still waiting for a lot of their products to come in. So this was more a preview.

The Cape May Organic Market is the product of Tai and Julie Menz. Tai is the chef at Aleathea’s at the Inn of Cape May.

Right now, they're just getting things going, but already you can see the direction their going. Everything from packaged and canned goods, to organic flours, meats, eggs, and juices. They even have a decent selection of organic health and beauty supplies. Expect the selection to grow as they find their way.

Comments, suggestions and requests are appreciated and they honestly want to hear what people want.

Check them out on their Facebook page at https://www.facebook.com/pages/Cape-May-Organic-Market/265784213477665



Monday, December 19, 2011

Home Is Where Your Mail Goes

The Goshen Post Office closed this past spring with little fanfare. In fact, we weren't even told about it until after it happened. One day we could walk across the street and get our mail, and the next day we had to either drive several miles up the road, or get a mailbox.

When we moved into our house fifteen years ago, we opted for a PO box, rather than a mailbox. It seemed easy enough since the post office was next door. Our mailing address was listed as Goshen, NJ. Our street address for services like FEDEX and UPS were also listed as Goshen. Goshen was where we lived. Or so we thought.

Now that Goshen no longer has a post office, apparently we live in Cape May Court House. At least according to the United States Postal Service. When we moved in, we lived on Route 47. Now we've been told we live on North Delsea Drive. It's most disconcerting.

In one single day our home was moved to a different street, in a different town.

Monday, November 14, 2011

Jules+Mike | Wedding

My baby girl got married on October 15, 2011 to a wonderful guy named Mike. I insisted on shooting the wedding myself, which was a lot more stressful than I anticipated, but in the end, I'm happy I did. Here are a few of the selects. For the record, these are just shots I happened to like, and do not represent all the important people who were there very well. Don't take this personally if you don't see yourself here. You'll notice there are no photos of me either.















Thursday, October 13, 2011

Self Portrait

Actually, it just occurred to me that I named this self portrait, when what I meant was it was a portrait of me. Actually, D. Matthew Smith took the portrait.

Friday, September 16, 2011

The 16th Annual Nun's Beach Surf Invitational

The 16th Annual Nun's Beach Surf Invitational is tomorrow, September 17th at 111th Street in Stone Harbor, NJ. It's a great time. We'll be filming for Jersey Bros, the documentary I'm doing on the South Jersey surf scene. Look for our tent.

Sister Loyola, IHM (1925-2008)


Sunday, September 11, 2011

Bikers In Wildwood, NJ

Spent the morning working, then met up a friend, Kurt Kelly, and we headed over to Wildwood, NJ to experience the Roar To The Shore, a big biker weekend. It was a scene for sure. Apparently not nearly as big as it used to be, but still a whole lot of bikers in one place. Kurt and I walked around all afternoon and into the night, talking to people and taking their pictures. In this environment, you ask before you take a picture, and guys wearing colors, you don't even ask. Most said yes and were happy to do it.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Hurricane Irene

The Friday before Hurricane Irene was set to hit Cape May County, we'd been given a mandatory evacuation order for 8am, so of course we got in the car, with surfboards and cameras in tow, and headed over to the islands to make sure we could get on in case they closed the bridges at 8am. In the end, they didn't close the island to incoming traffic until 5pm. We spent the morning, and a beautiful morning it was too (blue sky, soft breeze), boarding up some homes of friends and clients. Then the boys got in the water. Ironically, there was almost no swell as the storm was still much too far south at this point.