Life&Style Got style? Contact us at lifeandstyle@theotherpress.ca & By Sharon Miki, Assistant Editor s we approach the home stretch in this Aweine and exhausting process, I’ve come to realize that both Jacey and I have been focusing our articles on touchy-feely emotional rants. While it may be therapeutic for us—and who doesn’t like to see otherwise normal adults have systematic emotional breakdowns?—I'm thinking that you might want some advice on how we're losing weight. Since Jacey clearly doesn’t know what he’s doing, I’ll share. My Diet Going into this, I was given a lot of advice, and most of it revolved around fasting—whether via juice, water, or raw vegetables. Because I’ve struggled with my weight so much in the past few years, however, I really didn’t want to do anything crazy (I’m looking at you, QuickTrim) that would leave me gaining it all back by April. So, I decided to make my own reasonable rules: 1. No candy, cookies, cake, or anything considered “junk food” 2. No white carbs (meaning white bread, white rice, and (oh, sad) pasta) 3. No red meat 4. Atleast one giant salad a day 5. No alcohol Overall, this way of eating has been fairly manageable, albeit somewhat annoying. Because of my restrictions, going out to eat has become pretty hard to do (aside from green salads and sashimi). This however, has been nice on my fledgling pocketbook. Cheaters Don’t Win (and Get Sick) One of the things that has been most startling with this process has been how quickly my body has adapted to the nutrition of my new diet—and how quickly my body has come to reject the things I still crave, like sugar. On Valentine’s Day, I figured that I’d been doing so well that I would indulge in a small piece of ultra- UAE The home stretch sweet chocolate cake. At first bite, I felt an instant sugar rush, and within half an hour of eating it, | was nearly comatose, with a pounding headache. My body had come to crave the good things I'd been filling it with, and showed me how poisonous the stuff I used to consume in droves really was. Now, I realise this isn’t a normal reaction, and that eating small amounts of sugar on a regular basis won’t kill you. Still, because I had been so deprived, the detrimental effects of the sugar were made painfully clear. This was a real eye-opener, especially when | think about my parents, who are both type 2 diabetics. For them, eating a piece of cake like that is extremely dangerous, no matter what they do. Give’r a Try Want to look like Sharon Miki? Well, go get a pair of mixed-race parents and a tube of Revlon “Real Red” matte lipstick. Want to eat like me? Here’s a recipe for the salad I’ve been eating almost every day. Enjoy! Sharon’s Spicy Salmon Salad 2 cups of mixed greens (organic, if you’re fancy) % cup of chickpeas % cup chopped jalapeno peppers ¥% cup cherry tomatoes Y% cup banana peppers Filet of salmon 1 tbsp of lemon juice 1 tbsp soy sauce Preheat oven to 400 degrees F. Place salmon filet, skin down, on baking sheet and sprinkle with lemon juice and soy sauce. Bake in oven for 10-15 minutes, or until salmon is light pink and flaky throughout. Toss greens, chickpeas, jalapenos, tomatoes, and banana peppers on a plate. Throw cooked salmon on top. Enjoy! therPress. 3S -March The Rival Report: The beginning of the end By Jacey Gibb, Opinions Editor lah. That’s the only way B to describe my feelings towards the competition at the moment. With only a week remaining, instead of making a final last-minute sprint to cross the weight-loss finish line, I seem to have slumped into apathy. I haven’t been to the gym for several weeks, the only exercise I’ve been getting is when I run to catch the bus, and I still find myself drinking more beer than water on the weekend. In every way except officially, I’ve admitted defeat to Sharon Miki—a first! So what's next for your favourite frenemies? The other day, I was busy scouring the Internet for cockroach-related content and Sharon asked me if I was actually going to eat one, like we’d agreed upon. A lot of people have been asking me the same thing and I’m here to verify that if I indeed lose to Sharon, I will introduce a cockroach to the ecosystem known as my stomach. I should probably be more concerned or worried about the situation, but I’m actually feeling pretty content about it. We watched a video of a cockroach giving birth together and then we saw another clip of a guy showing people how to properly eat a Madagascar hissing cockroach—because apparently there’s a technique for it. If nothing else, this competition gave Sharon and I some fresh new material to heckle each other about, and it’s made for some lovely table talk. Plus, I’ve already started brainstorming how this will affect my headstone inscription: Here lies Jacey Gibb. He came, he saw, he lost, he ate a cockroach. Loos adness! Every Monday in March at 4:00 p.m. in RM 1322 at Douglas College’s New Westminster Campus we instructor Led by an ex perienced WY Mats provided Contact editor@theotherpress.ca for more information!