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clevermanka) wrote2014-04-17 10:33 am
clevermanka) wrote2014-04-17 10:33 am
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We're more belligerent, more stubborn and more idiotic than you could ever imagine
The word "homosapien" is not in the dictionary of my version of MS Word.
My night sleep quality was radically improved by going from 64oz of water per day to approximately 50oz. I don't feel thirsty. My skin looks fine. Fuck that noise of a mandatory eight 8oz glasses of water a day. Seriously. Fuck. It.
I have begun experimentation with introducing cooked-and-cooled white potatoes after reading some articles on the benefits of Resistant Starch. I haven't noticed many changes yet, but how did I forget the deliciousness of plain white potatoes? Unless I notice some truly horrible side-effects, Imma keep eating these things because damn.
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mckitterick and I finally got around to renting The World's End this week. I didn't like it as much as Hot Fuzz and Shaun of the Dead. mckitterick liked it better. I knew the basic premise of the movie and was prepared for the end, but I think the critics who complained about the end were right. The fact that Simon Pegg and Nick Frost's characters didn't end up together soured it for me. I understand the authorial/storytelling reason for doing so, but that doesn't mean I liked it.
Seems like the psoas muscles are just about everyone's nemesis. Here's a good article on strengthening and lengthening them.
Because I have a need to be honest and held accountable--I want to be someone who walks their talk--I gotta tell you guys my eating habits since returning from 221B Con have been pretty shitty. It's a rare day that I eat enough. I'm having a rough time of it, psychologically. I know, I know, I know that undereating is bad for me (elevated cortisol, lack of nutrients to build muscle, etc.), but goddamn it's hard for me to eat sometimes. Intellectually, I know I'm doing myself good by eating that extra bowl of food. But my emotions scream "Oh my god, you're going to get even fatter! What are you doing?" I was doing okay (well, better) until the spotty and sparse eating while I was in Georgia. And now I'm back to square one. Those cold potatoes are helping, though. Especially when they're dressed with a little of my home-made mayo and a dash of Penzey's Sandwich Sprinkle or Ruth Ann's Muskego Ave Seasoning. NOM.
My night sleep quality was radically improved by going from 64oz of water per day to approximately 50oz. I don't feel thirsty. My skin looks fine. Fuck that noise of a mandatory eight 8oz glasses of water a day. Seriously. Fuck. It.
I have begun experimentation with introducing cooked-and-cooled white potatoes after reading some articles on the benefits of Resistant Starch. I haven't noticed many changes yet, but how did I forget the deliciousness of plain white potatoes? Unless I notice some truly horrible side-effects, Imma keep eating these things because damn.
mckitterick and I finally got around to renting The World's End this week. I didn't like it as much as Hot Fuzz and Shaun of the Dead. mckitterick liked it better. I knew the basic premise of the movie and was prepared for the end, but I think the critics who complained about the end were right. The fact that Simon Pegg and Nick Frost's characters didn't end up together soured it for me. I understand the authorial/storytelling reason for doing so, but that doesn't mean I liked it. Seems like the psoas muscles are just about everyone's nemesis. Here's a good article on strengthening and lengthening them.
Because I have a need to be honest and held accountable--I want to be someone who walks their talk--I gotta tell you guys my eating habits since returning from 221B Con have been pretty shitty. It's a rare day that I eat enough. I'm having a rough time of it, psychologically. I know, I know, I know that undereating is bad for me (elevated cortisol, lack of nutrients to build muscle, etc.), but goddamn it's hard for me to eat sometimes. Intellectually, I know I'm doing myself good by eating that extra bowl of food. But my emotions scream "Oh my god, you're going to get even fatter! What are you doing?" I was doing okay (well, better) until the spotty and sparse eating while I was in Georgia. And now I'm back to square one. Those cold potatoes are helping, though. Especially when they're dressed with a little of my home-made mayo and a dash of Penzey's Sandwich Sprinkle or Ruth Ann's Muskego Ave Seasoning. NOM.
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I didn't even know there is a song. Now I'll have to look it up.
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