Give me train travel any day over flying. I know it’s a luxury of time most people can’t afford. I call it an investment in modern anthropology and a writing desk on rails. I could tell you about all the people I meet, but then I’d spoil all the interesting essays I’m submitting for publication.
I can’t move my legs this morning, but I’m still hopping mad.
Okay, not so much mad as disappointed. I used one of these recipe calculator sites and it counted my ingredient, raw honey, as a C-. I’ve been trying several recipe counters, and honey always comes up as a negative item.
Overall, the site gave my morning shake an A-, and I can feel every day how great it makes me feel and how satisfied I am in fullness, energy, etc. And really, I’m not worked up over the rating of the honey, but just disappointed that after all these years of increased knowledge about raw food, specifically our knowledge of properties like enzymes, antioxidants, phytonutrients, so many things still aren’t considered in evaluating the benefits of a recipe on every recipe site I’ve found.
Show me one recipe calculator that doesn’t assign raw honey a negative value based solely on its sugar properties and I’ll show you my flying pig… Continue reading Screw Your C-
Dangit WordPress! I did not want to re-publish my Hoardzilla posts! I changed the status from private to public and hit “update” so I could link them here and this stupid, idiotic site re-published them and blasted them at my subscribers. I’m very sorry folks. I hate when people post more than once a day, and now with this, my official post today, I’ve three-peated you. I’m very sorry about that! (That said, I did get some nice comments and a great email with suggestions so maybe the re-posting was a blessing in disguise.)
Here is today’s official post:
I’m at a crossroads with both my fitness and my duties at home right now. Everything is impacted by how I decide to move forward…
I’m grounded. Between the snow and the forecast, the master of the house says “stay.” That’s a tough call for him to make, because he hates being alone even more than I, but we can’t drive together since I need to be back to get the Jeep inspected this weekend.
I’m going to tell you about yesterday, and I’m going to tell you about the worst trainer in America.
I am also going to be a little less sugar, a little more spice today (disclaimer 😉 ).
As I told you in yesterday’s post, my trainer was sick. So, for the first time by myself, I weight-trained. It was “legs” day, which thankfully involves a lot of machines. The machines are daunting, but I feel I can at least “figure them out.”
Oops. I mean spouses swapping things, not swapping spouses. Whyever would I imply sucha thing? Silly me.
Maybe it’s because I’m going to talk about hot women and porn (I am). Maybe it’s because Kurt and I recently made a permanent deal. We rarely make these. They’re kind of like postnups but they’re verbal. You can only do this when you both know that you’ll keep your word. Continue reading Spouse Swap: A True Christmas Story
Tuesday morning I wanted to kick my trainer in the teeth…if I didn’t have short legs and not enough flexibility or strength to kick that high.
I was angry because I took his suggestion from our session on Monday to do my morning cardio on an empty stomach because it’s supposed to burn fat. There are a lot of websites backing that claim, particularly at the level of cardio I’m doing (just hiking with the King).