This is the ultimate food weekend in this country. I am slowly adapting to all the American holidays and somehow melting them together with our Swedish ones. I really think Thanksgiving is a nice tradition and it’s good to look around you and be thankful for what you got. (The days after with Black Friday etc I don’t like.) The Swedish holidays includes more cooked food and traditions that goes back hundreds and hundreds of years. We are lucky that way. It’s food that is treated like gold, cured and salted, slow cooked and interesting. And every year it gets a bit more up to date and green. Christmas lasts for weeks, the sunlight in summer is celebrated with food and drinks and Easter is a full week of remembrance and food. I still haven’t figured out how the Easter bunny is connected to Jesus’ death. 🙂

So food, this constant rebel messing with peoples life’s. It’s a lot of stuff going on in my feed concerning food and training and it does not always go well together. The hated carbs, the yelled at fats and even fruit is dissed. Love all, serve all. Apparently a lot of people planned on eating endless amounts of food Thursday. I get it, turkey is tasty and all the fixings can be good too but how much is possible to eat and why? It sounds like it’s the only day of the year you get cooked food. Turkey is good food, lean meat, good protein. Why mess with it? We ate turkey, mash, stuffing, lots of veggies and a good sauce. With friends and family. (And what is the difference between a cream sauce and gravy? Is it the thickness? I prefer the not so thick sauce but you still need to cook it a few hours to get the taste deep with blackberries, wine and lots cream.) So back to eating a lot. I am really not liking when people say they have to earn their food, work up a good sweat to eat, do the work and get the reward. Food is not a reward, we should all get good food every day and we should all be able to cook up a good meal every day. It’s energy, it’s fuel for your body. Don’t teach your kids to eat up to get dessert. I don’t understand the reward system aka the cupcake hysteria. That was one of the first culture shocks when we moved here. Every time the kids did something good in school they came home with candy and cupcake frosting on their face. Dentists hands out lollipops and every holiday is celebrated with decorating cookies.

Be grateful for a good meal and if you are lucky to be able to run, workout or take a walk, good. But never feel like you have to burn calories to eat, it’s part of life, but it is your choice what you eat. But strength and endurance on the other hand – that is a reward of good work!

We live and breathe

The Syrian issue is one of the most complicated problems in modern history. For Europe, the Middle East, the US… For all of us. It’s a question of freedom, religion, and the enemies of freedom. People dying, suffering, fleeing their countries and homes. It’s heartbreaking and impossible to explain or solve. Sweden is on “high alert” for the first time ever and people are shocked. Only the future will tell… Open hearts and closed borders, a problem that sounds impossible to solve. It makes it so difficult when religion is involved.

Life goes on here. We live and breathe. We are so far away yet so close. Our problems seems so small in comparison. As always I evaluate and think, how and why? Is it worth it to be so far away from the people that matters. We lost a very old and dear friend this week. It seems to be the thing right now. Every time I call my parents I get bad news. It’s a different kind of grief when a person dies after a very long life. I feel sad that I lost an entire generation. This was my last, beautiful friend from another era, and the last connection with my grandparents. The era before the 1st World War. It is impressive to live until 106, on the day. So many stories and so much experienced. So many, many years. I grief that my children lost a family member and the last connection to the older generation. And I really wish I was closer so I could to pay my respects and say goodbye.

A different thing… Mind. State of mind. The way you train your mind. And the way you decide to react and change your mindset. Adventure and how to train your mind, not only your body. That will be the subject of my next talk. I’ve been invited to speak and it’s always an honor to share your thoughts with other people. It means that I will have to get my stuff together once again, find pictures, try to think clear thoughts. I love it and wish I got the chance to do it more often, the clear thoughts I mean. It’s always interesting to speak in front of a large group in English, it makes it a tad bit more interesting.

From all the important stuff in life to the most trivial… We end the evening and discussion at the dinner table/homework table at 10.45…David Beckham…presumable the sexiest man alive. No! I had to Bing him and no. Felt obligated to inform my kids that he is 40 but they didn’t care. Yes, the man is ripped but he is not the sexiest man alive, ridiculous.

Well, hello ya’ll!

Home alone, the rest of the family went to watch UW play Stanford. Volleyball of course. I am watching old recorded shows, catching up on stuff. Went to happy hour with friends, ate too many sambal spicy shrimp, got a pedicure, picked up dry cleaning, went to the gym and bought coffee beans. All that stuff that matters on a Thursday night. So what’s new? Nothing much but I will give you an update anyway. Just made myself a cauliflower gratin. My grandmothers’ tasted a lot better. Microwaves are good if your out of time but doesn’t really do magic to good stuff. Had some sad news from home this week and maybe caviar of cod would be more suitable than cauliflower.

Kids are tired. Who wants to go to school 5 days/week, I know I didn’t like it that much at their age. I always disliked school and as a teacher/principal that’s kind of interesting. High school is not the shit people. Long days, lots of homework if you want to keep all A’s and lots of practice if you play school sports or climb. Volleyball school season is officially over (and club season starts next week). Combining practice 5 days/week and and matches, school, homework, applying for college and work is not great. It can break the strongest teenager. Let’s just say that we are so longing for a Christmas break or even a short Thanksgiving weekend. And talking about Christmas, what’s wrong with people? Starbucks. Red cups. Christmas. Grow up. It’s a cup. Enough said.

It’s getting closer to Lucia and we have two performances before Christmas. My class at school is getting ready to spread some magic. Come listen at Nordic Heritage Museum December 6th. Always magical. And please say Hi if you happen to be there.

Came home the other day and found the old training bike in the kitchen. One kid had two weeks in between school and club season and wanted to keep moving her legs. Two of the kids decided to drag the heavy thing in and placed it at the best spot in the house in between the tv/couch and the Jura. On a thick yoga mat to protect the floor. I don’t know what to say. I am tearing up. Movement not exercise. Every day. It’s rubbing off. One more thing that is moving right now is the car. Well, not mine (it’s apparently too big and chunky) but the kid’s car. Caroline finally decided to get her license. And we are circling the neighborhood. Practicing right turns, stop signs and stuff. It makes my heart beats a bit fast. We are both doing better and better. Growing up is tough, both for kids and moms. This particular kid is giving something in return, French music. Gorgeous language. The other two are also giving me new stuff to listen to and will of course share.

Shoulder, as good as new…well almost. I am healing well. Can move, pick up stuff, cook, wash my hair… but not lift my purse. Ran 2 miles last week, and 5 miles and some more. Mowed the lawn and raked leafs yesterday. No bueno, but I got the work done. Gets tired fast and I still sleep really bad. I thought my lovely new Band 2 would read my sleep pattern differently, but no. I guess I need to work on my deep sleep. (And yes, I am loving the Band2) Weights are not in the near future, and biking will not happen soon but my left arm feels pretty strong. I am developing back boobs on my right side. Sad, very sad. If you don’t know what a back boob is don’t worry, it’s nothing good. I don’t see a race in the near future, or ever. That is more sad than back boobs. Met a fellow shoulder injured friend today and wishing him a speedy recovery. Keep moving!