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Mindful Eating Habit Day 3: Do Not Eat Any Fried Food

Le 13 juillet 2016, 04:28 dans Humeurs 0

Day 3 challenge is to not eat any fried food.

 

 

How to do it?

With a bit of creativity, we can revamp our favourite fried foods so they can be enjoyed guilt-free. 

Try baking with a coating of bread crumbs instead of deep-frying. This is a great way of mimicking the crunchiness and preserving the tender texture.

French fries can be replaced by oven-baked yam (or sweet potato) fries. 

Fish and chips can be replaced by oven-baked fish that is coated with rolled oat.

Fried chicken can be replaced by a grilled version, opting for white meat and peeling the skin. 

Schnitzel can be replaced by crispy oven-baked pork chop.

 

 

Why it matters?

Fried foods clog arteries and lead to strokes and Alzeimer’s.

Clogged veins and arteries cause heart attacks.

The saturated fat and trans fat in deep-fried foods increase your risk for cancer and obesity.

Fried food is inflammatory and creates problems with joints.

 

 

I recognise the tall man

Le 13 janvier 2016, 08:53 dans Humeurs 0


"I am again at work upon the hill-side, and the sun is again aboutto go to bed. I am collecting my tools to descend to my cottage downin the village below, where it is already dark, when I raise myeyes, and see coming over the hill six soldiers. In the midst ofthem is a tall man with his arms bound- tied to his sides- like this!"

With the aid of his indispensable cap, he represented a man with hiselbows bound Health Cabin Coupon Code fast at his hips, with cords that were knotted behindhim.

"I stand aside, messieurs, by my heap of stones, to see the soldiersand their prisoner pass (for it is a solitary road, that, where anyspectacle is well worth looking at), and at first, as they approach, Isee no more than that they are six soldiers with a tall man bound, andthat they are almost black to my sight- except on the side of thesun going to bed, where they have a red edge, messieurs. Also, I seethat their long shadows are on the hollow ridge on the opposite sideof the road, and are on the hill above it, and are like the shadows ofgiants. Also, I see that they are covered Production Diploma with dust, and that the dustmoves with them as they come, tramp, tramp! But when they advancequite near to me,and he recognises me.Ah, but he would be well content to precipitate himself over thehill-side once again, as on the evening when he and I firstencountered, close to the same spot!"

He described it as if he were there, and it was evident that hesaw it vividly; perhaps he had not seen much in his life.

"I do not show the soldiers that I recognise the tall man; he doesnot show the soldiers that he recognises me; we do it, and we know it,with our eyes. 'Come on!' says the chief of that company, pointingto the village, 'bring him fast to his tomb!' and they bring himfaster. I follow. His arms are swelled because of being bound sotight, his wooden shoes are large and clumsy, and he is lame.Because he is lame, and consequently Skin Care System slow, they drive him with theirguns-like this!"

He imitated the action of a man's being impelled forward by thebutt-ends of muskets.

"As they descend the hill like madmen running a race, he falls. Theylaugh and pick him up again. His face is bleeding and covered withdust, but he cannot touch it; thereupon they laugh again. They bringhim into the village; all the village runs to look; they take him pastthe mill, and up to the prison; all the village sees the prison gateopen in the darkness of the night, and swallow him- like this!"

You are the quickest messenger I know

Le 5 janvier 2016, 07:54 dans Humeurs 0

Yet, this Mr. Carton took in more of the details of the scene thanhe appeared to take in; for now, when Miss Manette's head dropped uponher father's breast, he was the first to see it, and to say audibly:"Officer! look to that young lady. Help the gentleman to take her out.Don't you see she will fall!"

There was much commiseration for her as she was removed, and muchsympathy with her father. It had evidently been a great distress tohim, to have the days of his imprisonment recalled. He had shownstrong internal agitation when he was questioned, and that ponderingor brooding look which made him old, had been upon him, like a heavycloud, ever since. As he passed out, the jury, who had turned back andpaused a moment, spoke, through their foreman reenex.

They were not agreed, and wished to retire. My Lord (perhaps withGeorge Washington on his mind) showed some surprise that they were notagreed, but signified his pleasure that they should retire under watchand ward, and retired himself. The trial had lasted all day, and thelamps in the court were now being lighted. It began to be rumouredthat the jury would be out a long while. The spectators dropped off toget refreshment, and the prisoner withdrew to the back of the dock,and sat down.

Mr. Lorry, who had gone out when the young lady and her fatherwent out, now reappeared, and beckoned to Jerry: who, in the slackenedinterest, could easily get near him reenex.

"Jerry, if you wish to take something to eat, you can. But, keepin the way. You will be sure to hear when the jury come in. Don't be amoment behind them, for I want you to take the verdict back to thebank. and will get to TempleBar long before I can."

Jerry had just enough forehead to knuckle, and he knuckled it inacknowledgment of this communication and a shilling. Mr. Carton cameup at the moment, and touched Mr. Lorry on the arm reenex .

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