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December 12 2016
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Roger Mooking's Cooking Channel Canada WelcomeRoger Mooking on Why He Supports Movember
November 01 2016
Movember is a time to raise awareness for men’s health. It’s not just about one month though – promoting a healthy body and mind should happen day in and day out. As a husband, father of 4, man with a million jobs, and someone who travels a lot, it's important that my body and mind can carry out what it needs to when it needs to. A healthy lifestyle is a critical part of my day-to-day routine, although some days are better than others. Professionally, I find myself filming TV shows that have me eating all kinds of food over and over for the camera, testing and tasting recipes till they are right, and sometimes ending my days eating more calories than I would normally do… see what I go through for you?! So to keep my envious model worthy figure (ahem), and, most recently, to lose inches and pounds while gaining lean muscle mass, I do the following things:
Kickboxing twice a week – it’s high energy and helps clear your mind.
Circuit weight training combined with powerlifting twice a week.
Eating a lot of vegetables with every meal for vitamins, minerals and good digestive health – especially SUNSET® tomatoes ;)
Consuming moderate amounts of protein with most meals to help with muscle building and repair.
Fuel up with carbs before and after workouts on heavy training days, which are 4 times a week. This helps heal muscles.
Offsetting heavy "work eating" days with heavier training and even more vegetables the days following.
Drink tons of fluids throughout the day which is mostly water, green tea, veggie rich smoothies, water with lemon and honey, and the odd small coffee/espresso.
Try to sleep more than 5 hours a night, with "try" being the key word here (Even though it’s recommended to get at least 7-8!)
Go to the doctor regularly. She makes sure I do all my key marker tests when I need to. She says on paper I'm in pretty stellar health. Yes!
Breathe mindfully throughout the day when I have a spare moment to do so in peace. I need to offset all that work and workout stress with some active resetting.
Talk/Skype/FaceTime with my wife and kids as often as possible when I'm on the road.
Laugh loudly and often.
And most underrated, I only deal with, work with, and surround myself with people who I genuinely like. Don't underestimate the value of this one for physical and mental health!
So, although I may not be growing out my moustache, you know that Movember and the importance of men’s health (both physical and mental) is on my mind 365 days a year. Plus I already have a pretty nice moustache! ;)Trying to make sense of it all
July 07 2016
I remember getting on the bus on my way to school and thinking, "I don't want to sit next to that lady" because she will likely clutch her purse and make me feel like I did something to deserve feeling like I was a criminal. I was so seasoned by the purse clutching reaction, because it happened so often, that my 13 year old self didn't realized the impact of that circumstance on my psyche until many years later when I was finally able to process the layers at play. The simultaneous subtlety and complexity of that experience is all I have come to know. As an adult I now can appreciate and maneuver the dynamics of what should be inconsequential interactions. As with many very common situations, that should be entirely uneventful, they are loaded with subversive social psychology with complex nuance that I'm confident many folks are completely oblivious and unaware of. I was trained early, long before those bus rides in fact. My 'training' didn't end with public transport.
Post adolescence, I recognized that dating, job hunting, education, shopping, and walking down the street afforded me a myriad of unique challenges. As I entered my current career path I quickly realized there were very few people like me in Executive roles. One day I worked up the nerve to walk into my bosses bosses bosses office and ask why he thought that I couldn't find an example of a career path of someone who looked like me that I could emulate in the entire organization. That Executive told me unflinchingly that, "You all just don't seem to be interested in 'those' kind of jobs". 'Those' jobs being the ones with elevated responsibility with a related income. I was interested in 'those' kinds of jobs and that moment was cemented in my brain with the resolve that I had to build my own road.
Truthfully, I can site an endless list of situations that I am confident many folks would not have to consider. Believe me this seeps into your being and blurs the deepest crevices of ones psyche unravelling at a sloths pace with unwavering consistency, instead of a particular traumatic stressful event.
Regardless, I've now found myself in a unique circumstance and with a life that has exceeded many of my own dreams or what I sadly believed were ever achievable realities. I can attribute my "luck" to work ethic, sacrifice, unusual stubbornness, or a combination of them all. I have since concluded a certain amount of gratefulness for all of the conditioning because it has forced me to think tangentially when faced with obstacles.
The very same birthright that has conditioned me to exceed my dreams can now have me killed. I'm a father of four daughters and a husband, among many other personal and professional responsibilities. I am now earnestly afraid for my life in a way that I have never been in my life previously. Sadly, my fears are corroborated and proven with frighteningly usual frequency which reminds me, with even more frighteningly great regularity, how pleasantly disposable my life is to many.
My "purse training" has taken on a new level of social maneuvering that now, as a grown ass man, leaves me even more baffled than the pre pubescent kid I once was on those bus.
Now, as I travel to remote parts of a place that seem to embrace and revile me simultaneously, I am afraid for my life. Genuinely, whole heartedly afraid for my life to the point that I go to work then return to my hotel immediately afterwards to avoid any situation (like driving a car for any longer than absolutely necessary) that may force my wife, children, siblings, parents, cousins, nieces, nephews, friends and colleagues from hosting my funeral.
Although I can't possibly represent everyone who shares my circumstance, I know I'm not the only one who shares my fear. This I am certain of.
Bless us all because we are all relatives. I have to go to work now with an even heavier head that this morning I find myself wishing that had eyeballs in the back of.