by Sally Young
yo-sal@cox.net
If you¹re married to the wrong foods, consider a separation. Natural and minimally processed foods provide healthy amounts of nutrients that grace the body. But packaged and restaurant foods come with extra baggage, undoubtedly when the predominant flavoring is salt.
Strong evidence shows that a high intake of salt (sodium) leads to high blood pressure, the underlying cause of heart disease and stroke. It’s not just a problem in the US. It’s a topic of international interest.
The World Health Organization advocates a population-wide reduction of salt to combat the expense of health complications. And since 2005, World Action on Salt and Health, a consortium of 80 countries, has worked towards “a reduction in salt intake throughout the world by reducing the amount of salt in processed foods as well as salt added to cooking, and at the table.”
The food industry is responding. Major brands are implementing gradual changes over the next few years. This will enable consumers to comply with the American Heart Association¹s revision of limiting sodium to 2000mg/d by 2013, and 1500mg/d by 2020. Read labels - even fresh poultry, for instance, can be infused with 12% salt water, adding an unnecessary 550mg sodium/4 oz serving.
Go to http://nutritiondata.self.com for the sodium content in food, recipes, and restaurant fare.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Monday, November 8, 2010
Hard Run - 8K Cross Country Adventure
By Dr. Daniel Shaye, Chiropractic Physician
Warming up. Shuffle, then run... readying mind and body. Put on number, shoes... work the routine, get ready.
To the line, a white and deceptively quiet invitation painted on the grass. It will all begin here, in minutes. Striding out... feeling light and quick. But do I belong here? I've prepared... but THEY all look so quick, so at home here. Man kneeling on one knee, praying. It is time.
Runners take your marks... BAM! Fast! Obey the warnings, let them go. Field embracing us, now dipping down... and now, first uphill! Not so bad. FLYING down, hold form but let gravity do the work... more up... down, then STEEP up... getting the rhythm.
Girl chatting behind me. Am I really THAT slow?
First kilometer. OK, good work, but they're still pulling away. Hold on, keep the connection to the next runner... let him go and my day is over. I know that much.
2K. 3K. That girl is still chatting behind me, and I've finally realized she's the "sag wagon," riding a Gator just like the guy who's the lead vehicle. OK, I'm not a slug... yet there is so much Pain, and now I can hear the Doubt. Just do it, left, right, left... the body knows what to do. Listen to the rhythm, keep the intensity. Drop out, you say? Who is that? Ah, I know you-- you are Doubt, the cousin of Fear and Despair. No! Ignore the voice of Doubt... whether or not I remember why, and whether or not I can imagine a world in which He isn't so LOUD.
A little flat... that's even possible? A long down-- friend warns that a hill is coming. 4K, getting almost confused. Was that 3K, or 4K? What was the split? It doesn't matter-- work it...
Up. Up!! UP!!!! Working so hard, yet going SO slow... regroup. Lock on, now MOVE. Heard my name, that helped. 5K... only 3K to go, time to prove what I'm made of. Maybe no one else cares-- but I care, very much.
Small slip. Spikes were wise, or that could have been worse.
6K. I can hear the cheering-- the leaders nearing the finish. Irrelevant, I have work to do. Realization: This is really going to end, and I just need to keep on keeping on. Realization: the last kilometer was good, solid. The Despair is gone, the Doubt is gone. Just Pain left, and the faintest whisper of... no, not Joy, I must be remembering it wrong... just the realization of the remarkable reality of doing this thing, this day. Perhaps a sense that I belong here, now. Time to be tough, be here and now, overcome the hills, lock on to that guy in gold...
7K. Abandon all hope, all reason, and run. The body knows what to do. ½ mile to go now-- that's a hard lap around the Walsingham field, is all. I can do that, I absolutely know I can do that. Can actually feel the next runner-- he's human, after all. Over a shallow stream, no slowing, perfect strides, RUNNING FAST now... the finish, I can see it! Abandoning every restraint, maybe too soon but maybe not, running for pride and burning the memory into my soul with every stride... and it is over.
Breath returning. Happy, satisfied, complete.
It's good to be a runner.
I'll see you on the roads and trails, my friends.
-Dr. Daniel A. Shaye
Certified Chiropractic Sports Physician
Fellow, International Academy of Medical Acupuncture
Do you have a question you’d like answered? Mail your questions c/o Performance Chiropractic1307 Jamestown Road, Ste. 103, Williamsburg, VA 23185; e-mail pchiro@performancechiropractic.com; or visit http://www.performancechiropractic.com/
To the line, a white and deceptively quiet invitation painted on the grass. It will all begin here, in minutes. Striding out... feeling light and quick. But do I belong here? I've prepared... but THEY all look so quick, so at home here. Man kneeling on one knee, praying. It is time.
Runners take your marks... BAM! Fast! Obey the warnings, let them go. Field embracing us, now dipping down... and now, first uphill! Not so bad. FLYING down, hold form but let gravity do the work... more up... down, then STEEP up... getting the rhythm.
Girl chatting behind me. Am I really THAT slow?
First kilometer. OK, good work, but they're still pulling away. Hold on, keep the connection to the next runner... let him go and my day is over. I know that much.
2K. 3K. That girl is still chatting behind me, and I've finally realized she's the "sag wagon," riding a Gator just like the guy who's the lead vehicle. OK, I'm not a slug... yet there is so much Pain, and now I can hear the Doubt. Just do it, left, right, left... the body knows what to do. Listen to the rhythm, keep the intensity. Drop out, you say? Who is that? Ah, I know you-- you are Doubt, the cousin of Fear and Despair. No! Ignore the voice of Doubt... whether or not I remember why, and whether or not I can imagine a world in which He isn't so LOUD.
A little flat... that's even possible? A long down-- friend warns that a hill is coming. 4K, getting almost confused. Was that 3K, or 4K? What was the split? It doesn't matter-- work it...
Up. Up!! UP!!!! Working so hard, yet going SO slow... regroup. Lock on, now MOVE. Heard my name, that helped. 5K... only 3K to go, time to prove what I'm made of. Maybe no one else cares-- but I care, very much.
Small slip. Spikes were wise, or that could have been worse.
6K. I can hear the cheering-- the leaders nearing the finish. Irrelevant, I have work to do. Realization: This is really going to end, and I just need to keep on keeping on. Realization: the last kilometer was good, solid. The Despair is gone, the Doubt is gone. Just Pain left, and the faintest whisper of... no, not Joy, I must be remembering it wrong... just the realization of the remarkable reality of doing this thing, this day. Perhaps a sense that I belong here, now. Time to be tough, be here and now, overcome the hills, lock on to that guy in gold...
7K. Abandon all hope, all reason, and run. The body knows what to do. ½ mile to go now-- that's a hard lap around the Walsingham field, is all. I can do that, I absolutely know I can do that. Can actually feel the next runner-- he's human, after all. Over a shallow stream, no slowing, perfect strides, RUNNING FAST now... the finish, I can see it! Abandoning every restraint, maybe too soon but maybe not, running for pride and burning the memory into my soul with every stride... and it is over.
Breath returning. Happy, satisfied, complete.
It's good to be a runner.
I'll see you on the roads and trails, my friends.
-Dr. Daniel A. Shaye
Certified Chiropractic Sports Physician
Fellow, International Academy of Medical Acupuncture
Do you have a question you’d like answered? Mail your questions c/o Performance Chiropractic1307 Jamestown Road, Ste. 103, Williamsburg, VA 23185; e-mail pchiro@performancechiropractic.com; or visit http://www.performancechiropractic.com/
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