06 March 2014

Day 1...and I'm already stressed out.

I only had two classes this week (the other two start next week), but my week started with a 6 hour lecture on Monday for Wellbeing and Prevention in Health. The majority of the lecture was administered by my Public Health Policy professor, Dr Evelyne de Leeuw - a burly Dutch woman with a strong, deep voice and an odd, but amusing, enthusiasm for PH Policy. She was interesting to listen to, and I sat furiously ticking away notes on my laptop while she went through the last 400 or so years of Public Health History, the evolution of Public Health Policy, etc.

A few take-aways from Dr de Leeuw:

"Work on rage toward stupid politicians."

"Prevent(ta)tive health is stupid. Say no to preventing health. Say yes to promoting health."


“Don’t do the bad things; do the good things!”



"The more socially connected you are, the less mucus you produce."

"Play with your data."




"Go celebrate your public health-ness by getting your picture taken with the bronze Broad Street Pump statue in London."
   
"Start thinking like a Swapper!"

I think I'm going to enjoy her class.



05 March 2014

My Last Day of Freedom / The Sydney Rd After-Party

The Brunswick Music Festival started two days ago, on Sunday, and a lively and entertaining assortment of festivities and performers/vendors were out on Sydney Rd until 7pm to kick off the 2-week festival. Halla had invited me to join she and her housemates and some other friends for an after-party of sorts at their house nearby, and I gladly accepted. I arrived just before 5, bearing gifts of healthiness (the unwanted beets, carrots, kale, etc. leftover from my juice cleanse nonsense), and after being introduced to the rest of the housemates (including one named Thor! - my life is complete now LOL), the 7 or so of us headed a few blocks over to Sydney Rd to check out some of the excitement.
Watched some belly dancing
Terry joined the fun


After the street festival shenanigans, (and a very delicious Thai coconut that I traded $5 for to drink while we wandered), it was back to the house for our evening of awesomeness!

Robin and Brad (looking surprised, lol)
The early arrivals from US, Australia, Germany, France and Holland
Our "One Two Tree" Stage and the amazingly awesome mural of Elvis on the back wall painted by Thor(e) :D
The "band" - Thore on guitar, Mikey on keyboard, and Terry on the sexy saxamaphone

Beau and Bob...my new couch buddies
Brad and Halla rockin out :D
Claire about to show us her epic fire twirling skills

So many awesome people, so many great conversations, so many hilarious pictures, and a wonderful end to my pre-grad-school freedom. :)

02 March 2014

Don't Try This At Home

After reading Jamie's lighthearted experience with this Juice Cleanse, with recipes and more "it's not so bad" comments from this site, I thought surely I could manage 3 days of juice as well. After all, how hard could it be?

~Amelia's Juice Cleanse Experience~

On Wednesday I went out and purchased all the groceries. Forgetting, of course, that I'm in Australia where everything is twice as expensive, and although Kathleen (from recipe site) says the ingredients cost her around $40(US), my total was about $75(AUD), and that was AFTER my rewards card got me $15 off. BUT I was able to get all the ingredients in one place, so I was grateful for at least that.

I took the groceries home, plopped them all on the table (at which point Edward came out of his room, looked at me like I was crazy, and left to go do whatever he does in the afternoons), and got to work separating and prepping. I spent the next SIX HOURS washing, peeling, measuring, and bagging the ingredients for each separate juice and storing them in the fridge before heading off to my orientation session.
Ready to make the magic happen
Sigh..I'm so OCD.
When I got home from orientation around 8pm, I spent another hour or two blending and straining the juices.
Juice 1
Straining

All was going fine, until THIS happened:
Accidentally bumped the "pulse" button on the blender when the top was off. And yes, there was mushy veggies all over ME as well. It's a wonder I didn't give up right then.
How Edward managed to not hear my dismay, or come out of his room until AFTER I'd managed to remove all evidence of the catastrophe, is beyond me. But thank God. I never would have heard the end of it.

Day 1
Despite my utter disgust with the ingredients while blending them, I had somehow convinced myself that they would taste good when I got hungry the next day. Wrong.

Juice 1 - Lettuce, celery, lemon juice, apple, kale, spinach, cucumber.
First sip? Horrible. Gag reflex, eyes watering, the works. Apparently Jamie and I have a very different idea of what "tolerable" means. I thought, "It's only half a water bottle, I can do this," and took another drink. Nope, I was wrong. So I watered it down a bit, added some agave nectar, and paired it with my bottle of water to choke it down.
Juice 2 - Apple, pineapple, mint.
Not so horrible, yet not as flavorful as I thought it'd be. Much easier to drink, though. Maybe it does need rum and a little umbrella.
Juice 3 - A repeat of juice #1.
Adding agave and vanilla to this one made no difference. I thought maybe my straw had made it taste worse, so I tried straight chugging this one. Worked much better. Also started Juice 4 at the same time as a chaser.
Juice 4 - Water, lemon juice, agave nectar.
Lemonade. Unsweetened. No problems here. Got a little sour near the end, but otherwise fine.
Juice 5 - Beet, carrot, apple, lemon juice, ginger. 
Dreading it. I know I'm going to have to chug/choke it down. It just smells like dirt. Bloody dirt.
UGH. Also tastes like dirt. Don't know if I'm gonna finish this one. 
Nope. Executive decision to eliminate this one made. Down the drain it goes. My vegetarian friends will be getting a nice donation of veggies this Sunday.
How much I *tried* to drink before dumping it.
Juice 6 - Cashews, cinnamon, water, agave nectar, and vanilla extract.
Easily the most pleasant, and a welcomed finish to the day. Entire time I was drinking it though, the TV commercials continued to show me burgers, pizza and pasta. I've never heard my stomach rumble so much. :(

Day 2
Woke up late (11am), so got a late start, but having eliminated #5 from the lineup I figured I'd be okay.

Juice 1 - Was able to chug it down in 3 swigs. Only gagged once. Progress.
Juice 2 - A little sweeter than Day 1, as I added a bit of agave to it when blending last night. Also used it as a chaser for Juice 1.
Juice 3 - Forgot the kale in this one today. Not intentional, just forgot to add it to the blender. not like it made a difference in the taste - still like chugging liquid celery. Blech.
Juice 4 - Seems a bit more sour than yesterday; otherwise, just lemonade.
Juice 5 - Nixed yesterday. Moving on.
Juice 6 - Yummy again. I might actually make this one again after the cleanse. It's sweet and makes a nice nightcap.

Day 3
Juice 1 - Beasted it. Down in 2 long chugs. Next.
Juice 2 - For some reason, the blend for this one seemed to make less juice each day, so I added some water to it. Easy peasy.
Juice 3 - Took 3 chugs, but knowing it was the last yucky drink helped get it down.
Juice 4 - Not sure why, but it always takes me hours to get the lemonade down. Maybe because I rush through the first three so quickly that I try to make this one last because there's only one left.
Juice 5
Juice 6 - Enjoyed it while watching Happy Feet on TV.

The Cons:
-As Jamie mentioned in her post, this was extremely time-consuming prep work. I spent 6 hours prepping and sorting the ingredients, then an hour each evening on days 1 and 2 blending and straining for the next day.
-I missed food. I really just missed chewing things like bread and meat.
-On days 1 and 3, Edward was thoughtful enough to eat out for dinner. On day 2, however, he just sat there at the table eating fried chicken right in front of me while I blended my cucumber spinach celery mush. It was pure torture.
-I had to stay home/inside. Any venturing out, like I did to pick up my paintings from the framers on day 1, simply slammed me with food temptation from every side.
-I think it was driving my flatmate crazy. He would sigh loudly every time he opened the fridge and saw all my vegetables, and I was constantly in his way when he wanted to "put on the kettle for some tea" in the kitchen.
-Sh*t's expensive. Just saying. 
-It really dried out my lips. Not sure why, because I was definitely hydrated.
-Speaking of hydrated, I had to pee. all. the. time.
-Despite what others described, I did not find the beet juice "tolerable" by any stretch of the imagination. Down the drain it went after one taste. Why can't someone make a delicious cleanse?
- I had vivid dreams about food every night: pizza, chocolate cake, and then honey walnut shrimp. 
-It seemed pretty wasteful. Not because of the unused veggies (I donated those to vegetarian friends), but because of the bowls and bowls of pulp that were strained out of the juice after blending. I had to empty the trash every evening, it was so full.
Seriously - had this much pulp for each bottle that I strained(minus the lemonade). So..this times...12? Yeah. 

The Pros:
-I got a ton of use out of my blender.
-I started something healthy, and I finished it.
-I'm super hydrated. Hooray.
-I know better than to ever do one of these again.


I did this cleanse for a few reasons:
-It's a healthy thing, and those are supposed to be good for you.
-I thought it'd be a quick way to shed a few pounds. I don't have a scale though, so we'll just assume I lost 10 pounds. Scoff at that number all you want, ladies (and gents), but even though I skipped a juice, I didn't cheat. Not once. No yogurt, no granola bars, no pretzels, not even a cup of coffee. Nothing but juice and water. So accurate or not, I feel I've earned that 10.
-I had nothing better to do these 3 days. So why not?

Would I recommend this cleanse?
Yes. I would recommend this cleanse to people who despise food and are gluttons for veggie puré and misery VEGANS.

:)

28 February 2014

No Pressure.

I'm now enrolled in my courses, and I can definitely say I'm not looking forward to them nearly as much as I looked forward to my Psychology courses. Even buying my textbooks, I felt sad passing over the Psychology books to get to the Health Sciences section.

And as a Masters student, especially as an international student who is required to be a full-time student, you don't really get much choice in courses. They just tell you what to take and where to pay.

Speaking of international students, I had my 'international student orientation' last week, and came to the startling realization that I am the ONLY AMERICAN STUDENT IN MY PROGRAM. Even the other students were surprised.

Now on the one hand, I don't have to worry about needing help with my English to keep up with my studies, and I don't have to worry about being compared with any other Americans in the group (by my peers).

On the other hand, it isolates me a bit. I don't have the same course freedoms and liberties that the Australian domestic students have, and I don't have the common cultural differences, or languages, that the other international students have (being Asian, Indian, and Nepalese).

And then there was our course orientation, two nights ago, when we got to meet the faculty and learn "what is expected of us." I like all the faculty I've met so far, and the Public Health Course Coordinator, who is also my Epidemiology professor, is pretty awesome. I had a few questions to ask him about my courses so I approached him after the session. The conversation went something like this:

Me: Hi, Dr Vally. I have a question about summer courses - since I'm an international student, and..
Dr V: Oh, where are you from?
Me: I'm from California. In fact I think I'm the only American international student.
Dr V: Oh! Yes, I think I remember your application. You worked in Thailand?
Me: *feeling proud, yet self-conscious suddenly* Yeah, I spent 3 years there.
Dr V: Great, great. Yeah I remember your application. You've done a lot, haven't you? Well it's great that you're here.
Me: Thanks. I actually applied for the dual degree, but was told I wasn't qualified for the International Development half...so that was a bit disappointing.
Dr V: Well, that's odd. I'll tell you what. You work hard, do well and show your excellence this term, and come back and meet with me. We'll see if there isn't something we can't do about that.
Me: Yeah? Okay, I'll do that. Thank you.

WHAT JUST HAPPENED?! Not only does the Course Coordinator remember my application, but here I am as essentially the sole representative of my country, with him, well, keeping a close eye on me and my work so I can *maybe* add to my course *if* I impress him.

Yeah.

No pressure.

Groan

This is my University :)


No joke. This upside down statue is right in front of the West Lecture Theatres on campus.
Welcome to La Trobe University.
Enough said.

That being said, haha, I do very much like my university, despite the main campus being in Bundoora, a 45 minute tram ride outside the city. Thankfully, all my courses will take place on the Franklin St campus in the city, a mere six blocks from my new apt.

Registration took place on Feb 12, 13, and 14 from 10am-4pm. So I showed up on the 13th at around 12:45. I thought, how long can it possibly take for them to look at my offer letter and check my name off the list or whatever? Sigh..it's obviously been a long time since I've done this. If you've ever gone to DMV, or applied for a Chinese visa, you might have an idea what the registration process was like. They were currently helping number 334. I took a number (465), and waited.

For 2 hours.

I read my book, played with my phone (though there was no reception in the lecture hall so I couldn't do much), and looked through my welcome packet. I was finally called up, asked to show them my offer letter, my visa confirmation, and my passport. I then received a registration guide paper, which they stamped "APPROVED" on, and I was free to go home and start choosing classes.

And that was the easy part.