Next up: the cards repping my personal trainer side. Just haven't deiced if I want to brand myself yet or not... Or more accurately, what as. I could, after this blog, "Savage" - which I kinda like (apparently "Mongol" tests as more offensive/confusing. So much for beating clients with the flat of a broadsword) - but how many times should I want to explain that its origin comes from my stripper name and what does that do to my credibility? Also, do I care? (PROTIP: probably not.)
Apparently I am only 163% faster than the American national average. That's...not impressive, when you consider where they set the bar. Ouch, kick in the pants I need to stop being lazy. How about you?
Sometimes it's just a "little" impressive, one's ability to rationalize utter nonsense.
Guild Wars 2 is $59.99.
The fantasy shopping list I stayed up till 0230 last night making amounts to $90.89*. (Foodie, much?Foodgawker is my porn, Nuts.com my wannabe dealer. Some people have fantasy football, I have fantasy cooking/baking/eating. The difference is sometimes mine becomes reality.) Not to mention my newfound PB2 love, avg. $50+...if I break $100, free shipping.
Being on a tight budget, means buying one voids the other. On the one hand, a major time waster (albeit fun), on the other, a major body shape killer (albeit delicious). And though I'm entitled to my cheat days I can't keep that stuff around the house after. Cravings will eventually rear their monstrous heads (I picture it like a hydra) and that "for later" will be destroyed, as each I temptation I slay spouts more and more heads, gradually making the beast stronger with the knowledge "it's there, it's there", until I am overwhelmed! ARHG! It's the peanut butter Fibre1 all over again! ...But I digress.
Fuck you and your siren song, hydra.
Also, considering it's kinda part of my career to not be what some scientists may refer to as "one fat muthafucker"...
And yet, this is just makes me happy to dance to.
In effect, what I'm seeing here is vidya games are actually the healthier choice. Huh, who knew! Proven by science. There, I'm glad we figured this out together.
*If you're wondering, this is what I had limited myself to on my fantasy candy binge to get to that price:
Assorted Malted Milk Balls $7.49, 1 lb
Malted Milk Balls (Low Sugar) $6.99, 1 lb
Malt Ball Centres $3.99, 1 lb
Speckled Robin Eggs $4.99, 1 lb
Sun Dried Peppers $7.99, 1 lb
Carob Powder $4.99, 1 lb
Antioxidant Mix [goji berries, cacao nibs, golden berries, mulberries, brazil nuts) $2.50, samples
...wut? Oh, I could've kept going. Heaven forbid I ever have money and a home stomach pump. Better to make the list and indulge the fantasy than actually lose it and hit submit. C'est la vie...
Regarding that last. Tonight I bothered to grab the SRL when making chili just to see the difference. Then I remembered, Oh yeah, I friggin' love this camera. Chili's more about the aroma (and taste, obviously) than its look particularily - at least to me - so. Case made.
Zucchini, broccoli, green olives, yellow, orange and red peppers, chopped tomato, red onion, mushrooms, TVP (textured vegetable protein) and my sauce of Prego, pesto, basil, oregano and red pepper flakes.
About a teaspoon of olive oil and got the onions going till they turn translucent.
Prepped the lean ground beef the night before with a smoked paprika & chili rub, bay leaves and chopped garlic cloves. There was no way this picture was going to not look weird.
The traditional adding and cooking of meat. Wherein we turn brown from pink.
Final addition of beans, veggies, sauce, water and any additional flavours to taste. See, this is why I love TVP, it blends in seamlessly with the ground beef making it seem like I have almost twice as much dead animal.
Then I let it sit for at least 30, allowing the chili to thicken as I like. (I used the time to sneak in another Insanity workout, Fast & Furious - so I could really earn that chili - while trying not to kill my joints.)
This is another super healthy meal with the same problem as wrap night: I've never seen anyone stop eating it after getting full. Seriously, unless I make a point of putting it away it'll be gone before bed. Serves at least 10 people within reason, or 2 - 3 people without reason.
So to sum, Canon T2i: All the points HTC Desire: Negative points
For fairness it should be noted that in the category of making phone calls and texts though, the scores are reversed.
Oh, and here's the Chili's scorecard for those curious: Serving size: approx. 1.5 C Calories:380 Total Fat: 6.3 g Saturated: 1.8 g Cholesterol: 50 mg Sodium: 68 mg Total Carbs: 34.4 g Dietary Fibre: 9.9 g Sugars: 4.9 g Protein: 50.3 g Vitamin A: 39 % Vitamin C: 125% Calcium: 14% Iron: 53%
So after injuring my knees on Insanity (by simply being neglectful to my body's early warnings - don't do that), I've had to stop. For now. Skipping over the part where this is a spectacular downer/setback.... Well long rambling "story" short, this somehow connects to me putting up photos off my phone of all the things I've been making in the mean time. Cheers!
If you are like me you may have a tendency to sit at your computer with one foot tucked under you. PRO-TIP: Make sure it is not asleep when you decide to stand up. That tingling is not your body being cute, it's trying to prevent this:
"But I don't have my computer next to a cliff..."
Don't be a fool! The descent will find you, and will strike suddenly, leaving you crumpled on the floor, a disoriented, undignified, dishevelled mess - assuming it did not kill you by having your head strike something (possibly a desk-y corner, or a cat)on the way down.
BE SAFE. Follow sitting protocol and beware all tingly feelings in your extremities.
"Another?" you might respond. Well, yes. They occur, I just don't write them down. Through I really should. "Should" like one "should" build a case for their future insanity plea. Sometimes I text them, but I don't know if that'll hold up in court.
Setting: My apartment Time: Night, after say...0300 Scenario: Stormy Dream: Woke up within the dream, with the feeling that my home wasn't right... So naturally I start prowling it, in the dark, until I make my way to the study. A flash of lightning at this point reveals an large avian shadow on the wall, which, of course, is moving closer. Turns out a pigeon (that tried to pose as a crow for misguided intimidation reasons: think "Mushu") broke into my apartment during some godawful dark hour. I vaguely recall him making demands - in pigeon, not English, but this, being a dream, didn't stop me from understanding him. IIRC, I believe he was after a drink, a glass of water or milk... I do remember him being quite huffy when he realized he wasn't pulling off "giant crow".
Oh, also it should be noted he was master of storms. Yeah, that's a thing. Bright enough to control the weather - straight up showing off even, conducting lightning with his wings - but the concept of glass doors still eluded him when he tried to leave. Which was both sad yet satisfactory as he was kind of a d-bag.
