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  • #16
    Originally posted by celestylez View Post
    I love that you put pic of your dishes. I had the intention, but by the time I remember to reach for my phone, food is all gone.

    Thank for the encouraging words.
    I think it's the bane/blessing of this technological and "share everything" age. I have so many food photos on my phone. In fact I'll be posting one today!

    Also I visited NYC for the first time this summer and HOLY CRAP the amazing selection of food you have at your hands at all times!
    Madam von Sassypants is journaling and shiz.
    Frequently found there: links to delicious recipes, overenthusiasm, swear words, constant conflict from working for a craft brewery, and overall, the perspective of a lady who's been primal for over two years and is finally tackling an 18-month-old plateau.

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    • #17
      DAY TEN

      GRUB

      One mug of black coffee

      1st meal: leftover "Italian mish mash" from the night before, with a small bunch of red grapes

      2nd meal: raw red pepper, jicama, and cucumber, with green olives, dipped in guacamole and pico de gallo

      Snack: small chunk of Kerrygold cheese and one square of 88% dark chocolate

      3rd meal: homemade ALMOND FLAX & ROSEMARY CRACKERS with sea salt (holy bejeebus these were incredible!), two all natural chorizo sasuages with a scrambled egg rolled up with the last of the home pico de gallo in lettuce, with roasted rainbow carrots on the side.

      Cracker porn, ahoy!
      flaxcrackers.jpg

      WOD
      Hurray, I finally felt decent enough to lift weights again! I did deadlifts, overhead presses, weighted bridges, Turkish get-ups (first time with 20#!), weighted single leg squats, and d-ball slams after the basic mobility warm up. Felt awesome minus the nerve twinge in my right shoulder that I get sometimes during deadlifts. I need to figure out why that happens.
      Also I went for a 1.5mi walk in the sun along the river during lunch.

      NOTES
      The Red Plague's reign of terror is beginning its decline and I decidedly didn't feel like shit today! I've had that cracker recipe waiting in the wings for a while now and finally decided to bust it out last night. I am a cracker LUH-VER and cannot be trusted to keep my cool when I know good crackers are somewhere nearby. Since going paleo my only cracker indulgence has been the rare, but delicious, bag of Oregon Cracker Company's Sharp Cheddar Cheese Crackers, since they're made locally with local cheese AND gluten-free. But it's still processed and at about $7/bag, shiz ain't cheap. These, with fresh rosemary from our giant rosemary hedge in the backyard, where so freaking great that they threatened to be an entire meal. Baron von Sassypants and I refrained though and put the majority of them in a ziplock for later snacking. I will be making these, and variants upon this recipe, again!
      Madam von Sassypants is journaling and shiz.
      Frequently found there: links to delicious recipes, overenthusiasm, swear words, constant conflict from working for a craft brewery, and overall, the perspective of a lady who's been primal for over two years and is finally tackling an 18-month-old plateau.

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      • #18
        Originally posted by kingofbaconandeggs
        Can you please explain what is the cornhole game? Because my only reference is so not a group, public game (at least for me).

        Since you love crackers and eat cheese, have you tried Health Bent's cheese crackers recipe?
        Hahaha, I think Wikipedia can explain cornhole better than I can. ("You throw beanbags into a hole.")

        I haven't tried those! Now I definitely have to, though. The homemade ones ended up a little soft on the second and third day, so refining that recipe (and rolling them out thinner) will definitely be needed. Thanks for the tip!
        Madam von Sassypants is journaling and shiz.
        Frequently found there: links to delicious recipes, overenthusiasm, swear words, constant conflict from working for a craft brewery, and overall, the perspective of a lady who's been primal for over two years and is finally tackling an 18-month-old plateau.

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        • #19
          DAY ELEVEN, TWELVE, THIRTEEN AND A HALF

          Well well well, life decided to throw some curveballs and while my challenge is still intact (alas, my gut not so much), I'm coming out of the last 3-4 days a much more stressed individual.

          I own a home out in the country. It's an adorably quaint 95-year old house that I lived in on my own for almost 6 years before I moved in with my then-boyfriend, now-husband, in the city. Since the market has been shit, I haven't been able to sell it and have therefore become what I dub as the RELUCTANT LANDLORD. While the tenants I've had over the past several years haven't trashed the place, I've had horrible luck with them not breaking their leases. Some of it has been due to external forces (getting a job in another state, etc.), some of it has been people who aren't quite prepared to live in an older home with the occasional odd quirk. The house isn't in disrepair by any means, it's just... quirky.

          My latest tenants have been there for just a handful of months and already want to leave, as I found out on Friday. We had an unprecedented number of repairs (8 complaints/concerns, 6 repairs required, most of which were small and a one-time thing). That left them feeling like the rest of the year, especially the winter, would be difficult. Also, the ladies that live there are a couple, and they've expressed their impression that this country town hasn't been the most hospitable to them. That just breaks my heart and crushes any sense of optimism I might have. Not only that, finding decent tenants in this town is an awful endeavor, and one I had hoped I wouldn't need to experience until next summer. Once the tenants contacted me about this, my stress level skyrocketed.

          Luckily, a great friend is also struggling with real estate woes, and coincidentally she proposed coming over with wine, meat, and cheese and we'd vent and lament together. So my dinner on Friday was just that, plus the homemade crackers I mentioned earlier.

          Since then I've been 98% primal. The hops fest was the expected indulgence in beer (probably 3-4 beers over the course of 6 hours?), and I was great about it all day until at the very end, when I mindlessly ate a piece of pizza handed to me. Suffice to say, I quickly paid for it in the water closet. :/

          Between working that fest, negotiating with my tenants, emailing inquiries to real estate agents ("Please tell me the market is better so I can unload this unnecessary stressor in my life!"), doing freelance design and writing work, and now flying across the country for my regular job, it's been a hectic few days. So I'll forgo my standard roundup and say DAMMIT I'M EATING MOSTLY GOOD FOOD!

          Cross country air travel grub thus far:

          One grande-sized cup of americano with heavy cream

          1st meal: two farm fresh eggs, sunnyside up, with three strips of pepper bacon.

          Snack: raw jicama and bell peppers, green olives, and a couple chunks of Kerrygold cheese.

          I'm hoping to workout at the hotel once I arrive there tonight. I have yoga on my laptop and hopefully their gym facilities are something other than ellipticals and a balance ball.
          Madam von Sassypants is journaling and shiz.
          Frequently found there: links to delicious recipes, overenthusiasm, swear words, constant conflict from working for a craft brewery, and overall, the perspective of a lady who's been primal for over two years and is finally tackling an 18-month-old plateau.

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          • #20
            I'm glad you explained the cornhole thing, I was too embarrassed to ask what it was!

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            • #21
              Originally posted by Warrahooyargh View Post
              I'm glad you explained the cornhole thing, I was too embarrassed to ask what it was!
              It's become quite the thing to do while tailgating at American football games (especially college). Happened after I was out of uni though, so I missed that poorly-named beanbag boat.
              Madam von Sassypants is journaling and shiz.
              Frequently found there: links to delicious recipes, overenthusiasm, swear words, constant conflict from working for a craft brewery, and overall, the perspective of a lady who's been primal for over two years and is finally tackling an 18-month-old plateau.

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