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I am all about the pho lately. $5.50 for a bowl larger than your head at Saigon Palace. I tried to make my own fish ball pho today. I got bean sprouts, ho-fun noodles, Thai basil, sriracha hot sauce. Aside from the soup missing the subtle flavours of beef knuckle and star anise, it was pretty good.
Damn, I'm hungry again.
ShrinkingGurl says she knows it's spring when there are robins in the backyard.
I know it's spring when...
there are worms wriggling in the rain all over the soaked driveway. yum yum yum!
What keeps you going, even after you fall off the wagon, hit a wall, overeat on your program, get stuck at a plateau, etc.?
2 things:
1) I like exercising.
2) Fitting into my size 3/4, S and XS clothes. I'm trying to get rid of a lot of the size 10's and 12's so there will be no excuses for Fat Days.
Thanks, I totally agree with you. I love how you put self doubt, panic, and despair in my mind.
I don't think I will ever be totally happy with my body, and your lovely comment confirmed this.
Here's some pictures of your womanly ideal. Enjoy!
[from this chick]
So I tried on this suit at Ye Olde Navy. It looked good, was in the right price range, and I thought I could wear the top with shorts.
Then, "I didn't kick my ass at the gym and lose weight to wear a fucking tankini!"
I bought this suit instead, from Garage. (the flower on the bottom is actually on the back)
Polar Bowler is too cute!
Ha ha...no I did not! I emulated the dock with ObjectDock, changed the theme with Windowblinds, and moved the taskbar to the top of the screen.
Here's the genuine article screenshot from Dan's iBook:
I finally tried the ubiquitous Surprise South Beach mashed 'potatoes'. Dear sweet jeebus, it was good. If you're a long time low-carber or just don't eat mashed potatoes that often, you'd totally be fooled.
I made a couple of small tweaks to the recipe: used real butter, and omitted the half and half.
yumyumyumyum!
:spork:spork:spork:spork:spork/5
Overheard while shopping at lululemon (which, incidentally is probably my new favourite store):
"The best thing about being a personal trainer is that I get to write off the cost of workout clothing."
DUDE. After I finish my fitness instructor certification, I am so gonna get PT certification as well.
As if anyone could ignore getting more lulu clothes as an incentive!
RCM can suck last week's shit crumbs out of my asshole.
I have 2 blog entries that I've been meaning to write for the past week, but I've been depressed. Very seriously, I'm-putting-knives-to-my-person, I really want to die kind of depressed.
Don't worry, I'm too much of a wuss to actually off myself. And please don't e-mail or IM your patronizing feel better wishes. No I am not OK. No, I am not going to get help. Just fucking leave me alone already.
Well, think again.
The damage in print:
• Fitday
good thing I don't eat like this often...but what else are you supposed to eat at a greasy spoon diner?
"I'll have multigrain toast please. And an egg white omelette."
"Multi-WHAT???? We have white bread. White and WHITER!!"
That's what PETA gets for sending me snail mail spam with postage prepaid envelopes. :evilgrin
There's a guy from my gym/church who keeps hitting on me. He has kids and such, I am so not interested it's not even funny, plus his behaviour is starting to seriously creep me out.
But yet I lack the guts to tell him to fuck off. Help!