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  • Bell Peppers

    I’m guessing this is an activity no one has ever suggested before. Sneak away to a very quiet place and sit still with a yellow, red or orange bell pepper for about sixty seconds. Soak up the color for a moment before biting in. Chew slowly, paying close attention to the texture and flavors. You’ll…

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  • Body Image and Goal Setting

    A bucket of folks visiting this blog are doing so because they are displeased with their current state. Occasionally, when they reach out to me, they assume I will judge them. Nothing could be further from the truth. Today, I’m inspired to celebrate the human body, every shape and size. I invite you into my…

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  • Ketchup? Try Salsa Instead (with recipe)

    You’re training hard, eating healthy and not seeing the results you desire. Ever thought about the impact of seemingly innocuous condiments like sugar-injected ketchup? On the days you’re throwing caution into the wind, by all means, cover that burger and fries with ketchup. Otherwise, stay far away from this generally processed topping, particularly if it’s…

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  • Crossfit Part II: Comment Responses

    Friends, Sometimes the discussion taking place in the comments section is powerful enough to deserve a post of its own. I can be more efficient with my replies and give new readers a glimpse into the conversation. On Wednesday, I posted about Crossfit and introduced my friends, Cassidy and Hunter. As expected, the topic was…

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  • Coffee, Pigs, and Wifi

    Solid restaurants aren’t hard to find, but the exceptional ones identify their target market. You know that when I travel, I use Yelp to find outstanding spots. I look for places with strong local food, good music playing at the right volume and a positive ambiance. Rosella Coffee, in San Antonio, Texas, ticked all those…

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  • Ginger (with Sample Recipe)

    Ginger has been appreciated for about a bazillion years – and for good reason. The Mahabharata is an epic poem, written in Sanskrit between the 8th and 9th centuries. It is believed to be the longest ever written. No, there won’t be a test on this – what was interesting to me is the description within the…

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  • Continuing Education

    Educating others is exhausting, but also fulfilling and one of the most worthwhile endeavors we can pursue. It is well-documented at this point that we care deeply about mining for value at the margins around here. In our day-to-day jobs, we may be ultimately responsible for hundreds of people or just a few. Whether we…

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  • Crossroads

    In general, people prefer giving directions to strangers over giving advice. It’s science. This classic joke was once rated as the world’s funniest (see, science): Two hunters are out in the woods when one of them collapses. He doesn’t seem to be breathing and his eyes are glazed. The other guy whips out his phone…

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  • Overcoming Injuries and the Best Upper Body Workouts

    When an injury robs us of our ability to train the way we are accustomed to, there is nearly always an alternative. After an injury left me unable to perform my usual routine, I focused on the best upper body workouts to keep myself fit and strong. Watching Richard Sherman on crutches during the final…

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  • Bench Press – the Best Upper Body Exercise

    The bench press is the most essential upper body move for overall strength, power and muscular development. It has also inspired the world’s most ridiculous question: Man, how much can you bench? This query is both embarrassing and meaningful. The amount of weight an athlete can move off of his or her chest translates directly…

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I aim to plan and consciously choose all of my indulgences. I have the knowledge and willpower to do so, but occasionally, I will have a substantial misfire.

I was in Boston, my home away from home, for the 2004 World Series reunion. I splurged nutritionally as I had intended, but I didn’t map out my large nutritional stumble while watching the game.

I had it all pre-navigated. My two men (12 and 14) and I love to experience travel through food. We think it’s the most efficient and interesting way to explore the culture of a city. We discussed the trip ahead of time and decided on three restaurants where we would fully indulge and eat like kings. We’d start with the team dinner at a fine steak and seafood house, follow it up with breakfast the next morning at a bakery, and finish it out with lunch at a tapas joint in the South End.

The first night the three of us shared bone in filets, swordfish steaks, oysters, giant shrimp, crab cakes, lamb chops, chocolate cake, apple crisps and cold vanilla ice cream. I enjoyed a few glasses of whiskey, neat, and my boys drank Sprite. We left the restaurant 1 for 1. Remember, this indulgence was planned.

The next morning, we went to a bakery suggested by a Boston-based chef friend. The boys picked up scones and French toast; I scored big with a bacon, egg and cheese sandwich on a crusty roll with spinach and tomato. The bite came complete with a Dijon mustard finish that struck a chord with me, managing to last all day. 2 at bats, 2 knocks.

After mobbing around on the T train all morning, making our way to Harvard and back to Downtown Crossing, we landed at our destination for lunch, Toro. Theo Epstein made the recommendation after I mentioned that my boys and I were on a food adventure. This is the guy who went out to get the “washed up” 2002 version of David Ortiz, so he’s proven his scouting mettle. If he thinks it’s a worthwhile trip, I’ll take his advice.

Back to food.

Rather than turn this post into a restaurant review, I’ll keep it simple. I had an out of body experience. Every small plate that arrived was visually captivating and stunning on the palate. We sprinted the gamut. From spicy curry beef empanadas to cauliflower with golden raisins and pine nuts to the pièce de résistance, roasted bone marrow with radish citrus salad and oxtail marmalade. This dish, holy fuck. Our waiter described it exquisitely as “like rich, hot, beef flavored butter.” I was now 3 for 3 and ready for my final at bat.

A theme throughout this entire trip was advance planning. My first mistake was not preparing for this final meal. I figured my boys and I would just eat at the ballpark and didn’t put much thought into it. I knew that the options would be plentiful and come in large quantities. I wasn’t necessarily wrong, but I quickly got off course.

I was running around at Fenway from this place to that, answering questions and meeting folks. My boys were on their own and already up in the suite by the time I arrived around the start of the first inning. They had eaten pizza, snacks and fruit, totally what I expected for them. I walked in starving, my second mistake.  I reached for a plate and piled on decent looking veggies, a huge mound of guacamole, and the only available protein, stale fried chicken strips. I could have reached into my bag and opened a can of wild caught salmon. I didn’t. My defenses were down. I hadn’t snacked. I ingested that garbage and suffered strike one.

You know my stance on processed foods. Those frozen chunks of flour covered meat product provide little nutritional value. I had already experienced a whirlwind day filled with emotion and exertion, and the pizza under the heat lamp began to look lovely.

I advocate indulgence, but I advocate planned, quality indulgence. This was neither. I scarfed down a piece and the drugs hit my bloodstream. I couldn’t chew fast enough. Strike two.

The final pitch of the at bat came in and I chased it. I scarfed down a few more slices, knowing even as I did so that it wasn’t my finest hour.

3 for 4. In baseball that’s a hell of a day. Nutritionally, I expect 4 for 4s from myself almost always. I’m in control, so the high bar is appropriately set. Rather than dwell on it, I’ll do what Manny tells us to do after a rough at bat. “Turn the page, papi.”

I write this from the plane the following morning. I’ve turned the page. Today, I’ve ingested steel cut oats, fresh organic blueberries, a pile of kale, a chunk of a ham steak, a few fresh scrambled eggs and organic black coffee.

In my bag, I have a large salad with tons of fresh veggies, almonds, chicken, organic Hannah yams. I also still have that wild salmon I passed over for pizza in a box.

I’m back on track. I remember last night’s at bat and will make the adjustment without carrying the emotion of yesterday over into today’s game.

I hope you’ll share your stories of strikeouts or home runs in the comments section below.

Kap