Pan fried? Salmon with roasted curry spiced cauliflower and braised spinach.
Word.
Monday, November 26, 2012
Saturday, November 24, 2012
last game at the Rob
Run keeper stats....11:25 mi. WTF. I clearly need to start all my runs with chevelle and harder rock and then progress to electronic. Amazing. This has been a good week of running. Because my first 3 days of running started off bad. Very crappy. I was really rethinking this whole half marathon thing.
GOALS:
Day 1- 4miles Actual: 4
Day 2-4miles Actual:3.9
Day 3-5miles Actual:3.34
Day4-3miles (turkey trot!) Actual: Precious, precious sleep. Took Turkey Day off & did 3.59 Fri
Day5-5miles Actual:6.38
Bonus Awesomeness- Pull my bike off the trainer and do a ride!!
I still have time for bonus awesomeness tomorrow. Maybe. I don't know if it was the turkey trot day of rest or what, but Friday and Saturday were a lot better than mon/tues/wed.
And in other news...
Last football game of the season. And last game ever at Robertson Stadium.
It's been fun Rob. Looking forward to the new stadium in 2014
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| Yay!!! I've missed winning! |
Sunday, November 18, 2012
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
I just wanna be, I just wanna be....
Still hating running...but man it burns calories. Can't wait to weigh in Friday or Saturday.
"Successful"
Drake (feat. Trey Songz, Lil Wayne)
[Trey Songz:]
I want the money,
Money and the cars,
Cars and the clothes,
The hoes,
I suppose,
I just wanna be,
I just wanna be,
Successful.
I just wanna be,
I just wanna be,
Successful.
I just wanna be,
I just wanna be,
Successful.
[Drake:]
Drizzy,
Oh yeah Trey I fucking feel you,
They be staring at the money like it's unfamiliar,
I get it,
I live it,
To me there's nothings realer,
Just enough to solve your problems,
Too much would kill ya,
And when I leave,
I always come right back here,
The young spitter that everybody in rap fear,
A lot of you all still sounding like last year,
The game needs change and I'm the motherfucking cashier,
Nickels for my thoughts,
Dimes in my bed,
Quarters of the kush,
Shape the lines in my head,
Take my verses too serious ya hate me,
Cause I'm the one to paint a vivid picture no HD,
Yeah,
I want it all,
That's why I strive for it,
Diss me and you'll never hear a reply for it,
Any awards show or party I'll get fly for it,
I know what's coming I just hope I'm alive for it.
[Trey Songz:]
I want the money,
Money and the cars,
Cars and the clothes,
The hoes,
I suppose,
I just wanna be,
I just wanna be,
Successful.
I just wanna be,
I just wanna be,
Successful.
I just wanna be,
I just wanna be,
Successful.
[Drake:]
Yeah,
I want things to go my way,
But as of late a lot of shit been going sideways,
And my mother tried to runaway from home,
But I left somethin in the car so I caught her in the driveway,
And she cried to me so I cried too,
And my stomach was soaking wet,
She only 5'2,
And 48 hours all before I showed up,
And brought a thousand dollars worth of drinks and got poured up,
Damn my reality just set in,
And even when the phantoms leased them hoes wanna get in,
I do a lot of things,
Hoping I never have to fit in,
So trying to keep up with my progress is like a dead end,
My girl love me but fuck it my heart beat slow,
And right now the tour bus is lookin like a freak show,
And life change for us every single week,
So it's good,
But I know this ain't the peak though
Cause I want...
[Trey Songz:]
I want the money,
Money and the cars,
Cars and the clothes,
The hoes,
I suppose,
I just wanna be,
I just wanna be,
Successful.
I just wanna be,
I just wanna be,
Successful.
I just wanna be,
I just wanna be,
Successful.
[Drake:]
Wise words from a decent man,
Back when I was trying to put a ring on Alicia hand,
This lost boy got fly without peter pan,
And my delivery just got me buzzing like the pizza man,
In person I am everything and more,
I'm everywhere these other niggas never been before,
But inside I'm treading waters steady trying to swim ashore,
I'm on a shoppin spree to get whatever is in store,
Just call me shop and bag drizzy,
And call me Mr.damn he ain't coping that is he?
And fans of these freshman is about to get iffy,
While this youngin that you doubting is about to get busy,
I'm a kill it I promise this I know you mad,
I've always treated my city like some shoulder pads,
To big homie use a flash if you must,
And I swear I ain't asking for much
All I want is
[Trey Songz:]
I want the money,
Money and the cars,
Cars and the clothes,
The hoes,
I suppose,
I just wanna be,
I just wanna be,
Successful.
I just wanna be,
I just wanna be,
Successful.
I just wanna be,
I just wanna be,
Successful.
It's like I know what I got to say,
I just don't know how to say it to you
[Lil Wayne:]
Pardon the swag,
But bitches cartate,
Long bread I don't eat shortcake,
How come I can't,
Miss a woman like I can't miss court dates,
Cheese,
But shes not in this portrait,
Life's fine but I don not portray,
I'm on the other side but it is a short gate,
I don't want the glow,
I want the glow ray,
And I'm a fuck the world,
But this is just foreplay,
Tired of hearing bullshit,
Bring her on to cowshit,
Haven't met a smell that's stinkier than our shit,
That's word to toronto,
So high up I got birds in the condo,
Ain't that a female dog,
Ask her who I am to her,
And she yell god,
Weezy baby I go real hard
No further details boy.
"Successful"
Drake (feat. Trey Songz, Lil Wayne)
[Trey Songz:]
I want the money,
Money and the cars,
Cars and the clothes,
The hoes,
I suppose,
I just wanna be,
I just wanna be,
Successful.
I just wanna be,
I just wanna be,
Successful.
I just wanna be,
I just wanna be,
Successful.
[Drake:]
Drizzy,
Oh yeah Trey I fucking feel you,
They be staring at the money like it's unfamiliar,
I get it,
I live it,
To me there's nothings realer,
Just enough to solve your problems,
Too much would kill ya,
And when I leave,
I always come right back here,
The young spitter that everybody in rap fear,
A lot of you all still sounding like last year,
The game needs change and I'm the motherfucking cashier,
Nickels for my thoughts,
Dimes in my bed,
Quarters of the kush,
Shape the lines in my head,
Take my verses too serious ya hate me,
Cause I'm the one to paint a vivid picture no HD,
Yeah,
I want it all,
That's why I strive for it,
Diss me and you'll never hear a reply for it,
Any awards show or party I'll get fly for it,
I know what's coming I just hope I'm alive for it.
[Trey Songz:]
I want the money,
Money and the cars,
Cars and the clothes,
The hoes,
I suppose,
I just wanna be,
I just wanna be,
Successful.
I just wanna be,
I just wanna be,
Successful.
I just wanna be,
I just wanna be,
Successful.
[Drake:]
Yeah,
I want things to go my way,
But as of late a lot of shit been going sideways,
And my mother tried to runaway from home,
But I left somethin in the car so I caught her in the driveway,
And she cried to me so I cried too,
And my stomach was soaking wet,
She only 5'2,
And 48 hours all before I showed up,
And brought a thousand dollars worth of drinks and got poured up,
Damn my reality just set in,
And even when the phantoms leased them hoes wanna get in,
I do a lot of things,
Hoping I never have to fit in,
So trying to keep up with my progress is like a dead end,
My girl love me but fuck it my heart beat slow,
And right now the tour bus is lookin like a freak show,
And life change for us every single week,
So it's good,
But I know this ain't the peak though
Cause I want...
[Trey Songz:]
I want the money,
Money and the cars,
Cars and the clothes,
The hoes,
I suppose,
I just wanna be,
I just wanna be,
Successful.
I just wanna be,
I just wanna be,
Successful.
I just wanna be,
I just wanna be,
Successful.
[Drake:]
Wise words from a decent man,
Back when I was trying to put a ring on Alicia hand,
This lost boy got fly without peter pan,
And my delivery just got me buzzing like the pizza man,
In person I am everything and more,
I'm everywhere these other niggas never been before,
But inside I'm treading waters steady trying to swim ashore,
I'm on a shoppin spree to get whatever is in store,
Just call me shop and bag drizzy,
And call me Mr.damn he ain't coping that is he?
And fans of these freshman is about to get iffy,
While this youngin that you doubting is about to get busy,
I'm a kill it I promise this I know you mad,
I've always treated my city like some shoulder pads,
To big homie use a flash if you must,
And I swear I ain't asking for much
All I want is
[Trey Songz:]
I want the money,
Money and the cars,
Cars and the clothes,
The hoes,
I suppose,
I just wanna be,
I just wanna be,
Successful.
I just wanna be,
I just wanna be,
Successful.
I just wanna be,
I just wanna be,
Successful.
It's like I know what I got to say,
I just don't know how to say it to you
[Lil Wayne:]
Pardon the swag,
But bitches cartate,
Long bread I don't eat shortcake,
How come I can't,
Miss a woman like I can't miss court dates,
Cheese,
But shes not in this portrait,
Life's fine but I don not portray,
I'm on the other side but it is a short gate,
I don't want the glow,
I want the glow ray,
And I'm a fuck the world,
But this is just foreplay,
Tired of hearing bullshit,
Bring her on to cowshit,
Haven't met a smell that's stinkier than our shit,
That's word to toronto,
So high up I got birds in the condo,
Ain't that a female dog,
Ask her who I am to her,
And she yell god,
Weezy baby I go real hard
No further details boy.
Saturday, November 10, 2012
decompress
life has been crazy....I think I'm having a-come-to-jesus-I-really-need-to-have-a-break-and-sit-on-my-couch-all-day moment.
And I'm really enjoying it.
This week I did my longest run ever 6.45 miles...craziness. Now I just have to double that distance and thats a half marathon. Easy as pie. This running thing...combined with the sheer amount of calories it burns.... is growing on me.
And I'm really enjoying it.
This week I did my longest run ever 6.45 miles...craziness. Now I just have to double that distance and thats a half marathon. Easy as pie. This running thing...combined with the sheer amount of calories it burns.... is growing on me.
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| lunch. spinach+chicken+radishes+bell peppers+croutons+parm |
Monday, November 5, 2012
Sunday, November 4, 2012
note to self
running with a political consultant the weekend before elections is a sure fire way to do a whole lot of walking, and not much running.
at the end of the day....
we just have fundamentally different beliefs...
because if you had to deal with the pressure of being me,
the overwhelming belief by society that you're just some lazy hoodrat,
that you're just another slut, baby mama, whore,
that you're lazy, unintelligent,undeserving,
that you grew up in the hood so you'll never amount to anything,
that you grew up in a single parent home so you'll never amount to anything,
that society and the stereotypes think the worst of you (but the best of your asian friends, your white friends and all other minority friends, except muslim or latino)
that you had to grow up remembering:
that time your car was egged and people yelled racial slurs at you in pasadena, because you were driving through the last known kkk hq in houston
everytime some little old white lady has clutched her purse in fear when you're the only person on the elevator
the first time driving alone being pulled over for no reason (still have a no speeding ticket, spotless record)
the first time youve been stolen from, or rather everytime your house has been broken into (5)
that the more you 'act white' i.e. the more you:
study & make good grades
don't use slang
listen to music other than r&b and rap
exercise (god forbid cycling or running)
aspire to be something better than what you came from
the more you're ridiculed and alienated.
because if you had to deal with that pressure.
that feeling of being alone and misunderstood by everyone.
every.single.day.
you couldn't think the worst of people.
because if you did, you'd be beyond fucked up and broken down.
you would be paranoid and angry your entire life
so I can't be that person.
I have to believe that that little old lady has some personal experience that makes her afraid of me and not some blanket assumption about black people.
I have to believe that there was a reason other than driving while black that i've been pulled over, despite my perfect, ticketless record and up to date insurance and car tags. I have to believe that I've been made to get out of my car and embarrassed on the street (and probably let off pretty easy because my wallet was in my backpack full of books in college) because someone with a description really similar to me just committed a crime, not simply because I'm a minority.
I have to believe that those people ridiculing me for 'acting white' are just ignorant and dont know any better, and I should feel sorry of their small world view instead of angry that once again, I'm being made fun of for being smart.
I have to believe that when some person makes a erroneous blanket statement, they are basing that on someone they personally know, and not stereotypes or media soundbytes, and I shouldn't take it personally.
I have to believe that.
Because otherwise, what's the point?
And that fundamental belief in good, though admittedly I don't always believe that, is something that will always define me. And I guess thats where we will differ.
Too much thinking. I'm going to sleep.
because if you had to deal with the pressure of being me,
the overwhelming belief by society that you're just some lazy hoodrat,
that you're just another slut, baby mama, whore,
that you're lazy, unintelligent,undeserving,
that you grew up in the hood so you'll never amount to anything,
that you grew up in a single parent home so you'll never amount to anything,
that society and the stereotypes think the worst of you (but the best of your asian friends, your white friends and all other minority friends, except muslim or latino)
that you had to grow up remembering:
that time your car was egged and people yelled racial slurs at you in pasadena, because you were driving through the last known kkk hq in houston
everytime some little old white lady has clutched her purse in fear when you're the only person on the elevator
the first time driving alone being pulled over for no reason (still have a no speeding ticket, spotless record)
the first time youve been stolen from, or rather everytime your house has been broken into (5)
that the more you 'act white' i.e. the more you:
study & make good grades
don't use slang
listen to music other than r&b and rap
exercise (god forbid cycling or running)
aspire to be something better than what you came from
the more you're ridiculed and alienated.
because if you had to deal with that pressure.
that feeling of being alone and misunderstood by everyone.
every.single.day.
you couldn't think the worst of people.
because if you did, you'd be beyond fucked up and broken down.
you would be paranoid and angry your entire life
so I can't be that person.
I have to believe that that little old lady has some personal experience that makes her afraid of me and not some blanket assumption about black people.
I have to believe that there was a reason other than driving while black that i've been pulled over, despite my perfect, ticketless record and up to date insurance and car tags. I have to believe that I've been made to get out of my car and embarrassed on the street (and probably let off pretty easy because my wallet was in my backpack full of books in college) because someone with a description really similar to me just committed a crime, not simply because I'm a minority.
I have to believe that those people ridiculing me for 'acting white' are just ignorant and dont know any better, and I should feel sorry of their small world view instead of angry that once again, I'm being made fun of for being smart.
I have to believe that when some person makes a erroneous blanket statement, they are basing that on someone they personally know, and not stereotypes or media soundbytes, and I shouldn't take it personally.
I have to believe that.
Because otherwise, what's the point?
And that fundamental belief in good, though admittedly I don't always believe that, is something that will always define me. And I guess thats where we will differ.
Too much thinking. I'm going to sleep.
Thursday, November 1, 2012
A little bit of grey
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| Last night...love that bar |
I'm sure this is a huge problem in the dieting and weight loss scheme of things. Because when I'm dieting/exercising I'm fine. I don't miss going out. I feel I'm much more productive etc etc.
And then I'm not. I'm off the wagon.
And man I miss/forgot how fun it is to drink from happy hour to beyond dinner.
Shots? Yes please.
Doubles? I'll have another.
Frozen? Straight Up? Beer? Wine? Sure.
Daydrinking? Brunch? What time, I'm there.
Being triple booked with parties? Sign me up.
When I'm off the dieting wagon, I'm generally like eff wagons, I saw no wagon whatsoever.
But I have gotten somewhat better...rise and grind...tomorrow. Today, if I'm ambitious, I may get a short run in before Liz's bday dinner.
October Wrap Up:
Oct 1: 243 lbs
Nov 1:239 lbs
Awesome day in Oct I need to note: Oct 19: 236 lbs.
Four down...
Monday, October 29, 2012
Shenanigans
I've accomplished three things today. (Outside actual working and such)
1. Cooked for dinner! (Been out of habit the last week)
2. Finished thank you postcards! Praise the baby Jesus. Will be mailed tomorrow!
3. Blogged. Happening now. Felt guilty not blogging recently. This short post will have to do.
Longer blog later..perhaps about the monster mash weekend, general running and such. and maybe, just maybe the awesome star trek:voyager marathon i've been on.
1. Cooked for dinner! (Been out of habit the last week)
2. Finished thank you postcards! Praise the baby Jesus. Will be mailed tomorrow!
3. Blogged. Happening now. Felt guilty not blogging recently. This short post will have to do.
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| Getting my thank you note on... |
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| pork chop and quinoa and spinach |