I drank 15 ounces of Merlot. That’s 420 calories if you’re wondering and yes, it was 100% worth it. I bought this wine two weeks ago to slowly drink over break, but I kept feeling guilty and wouldn’t drink it. Well SCREW. THAT.
Despite drinking alone and enjoying my night solo at home, this was glorious. Next time I will pair it with protein and a salad instead of thin crust pizza and garlic parmesan breadsticks, and someday I’ll pair it with a husband, but ya know, this will do for now. Let’s just hope my 10k goes okay in the morning. Luckily it’s not until 9:45am which is crazy, but much appreciated.
Oh and hey, let’s do a quick re-cap of November. It’s finally the month I started regularly working out again and really focusing on my goals. I realized that although I am happy where I am at, I know I can do better. I think that is part of the reason why I finally scratched the marathon itch. I had been sneaking peaks at various marathons for months now, and finally decided to go for it again. So, do I have abs yet?
11/12 months this year have been spent pretty consistently in the 180′s. I think a good part of that is contributed to my surgery in May, but that’s no excuse. Goal for December is to eat mindfully and cook as often as possible. I went over my grocery AND eating out budget last month, so I need to cut back as much as possible this time around to even it out a little bit. Will I see 179 on January 1st? Can I do it? I don’t know, but I am damn well going to try.
Caitlin’s been a little bit frosty towards me as of late – apparently, outing your best
friend’s deep dark secret can earn you the cold
shoulder. It will take me a while to warm up to the idea of Caitlin being a
meta-human, but regardless, I needed to show her she is still my best friend.
What better way to rekindle a friendship than with a night out on the town?
We carb-loaded at Big Belly Burger before hitting some bars
downtown. Caitlin wasn’t super into it – I guess she was just frozen in fear of
what she might become and wasn’t able to let loose anymore. So I bought us some
Kamikaze shots to get her to relax, which led to martinis, which led to Jack
and Cokes, which lead to I-don’t-even-know what. Somewhere along the line,
Caitlin forgot her woes and even rode the mechanical bull at some
country-western joint where I stood out like a sore thumb.
We hopped from bar to bar and somehow ended up at a Mexican place
which proudly declared it was home of “El Gigante,” a seven-pound burrito
that’s near impossible to finish. Impossible for a regular Joe, maybe, but for
two meta-humans? Challenge
accepted. Caitlin and I donned some
protective bibs and plopped down at a corner booth, ready to tackle the beast
(it couldn’t be any worse than a man who manipulates shadows, right?). Wrong.
That burrito was a massive monster of melted cheese, meat, salsa, and something
called “ghost peppers.” Holy Batman. Those peppers were hell. Literally. Two
bites in and I started sweating. Not a simple shiny sheen like after a simple
workout, but more like the
nasty-Niagara-Falls-sweating-after-trying-to-keep-up-with-Barry sweat. I saw my
reflection in the napkin dispenser go from slight blush to full on Hellboy.
Luckily, Caitlin saw my plight and grabbed my hand just before I passed out.
She blasted me with cold that cooled me right down. What would I do without
Together, hand-in-hand, we were able to finish the burrito.
We had our picture taken (it’s now hanging on the wall just to the left of the bathrooms,
which we both desperately needed after conquering El Gigante. TMI? Sorry.) and
we both got dorky t-shirts to commemorate the event. I’m hoping our little
adventure thawed some of the ice between me and Caitlin, but honestly, I’m not
sure how much of that night she will remember. We did have a lot to drink.
I didn’t want to get up and run this morning. I also didn’t want to step on the scale last night. But I did both.
Fully carb-loaded and hydrated, I weighed in at 212 for Ironman Lake Placid. Fully lethargic and unmotivated, I weighed in at 231 last night. Sorry, not sorry! I ran a 1:51 half marathon at 184, and then a 1:44 half marathon at 193, so I don’t necessary believe in “the lighter, the better,” but I do believe there’s a point of diminishing returns.
And 231 isn’t benefiting anyone, haha.
I also expected my sloth-ass to die on our 5 mile hill route, but I surprisingly held my own. Starting from 0 is never fun, but it’s only going to get harder if I wait any longer. I even bought new running shoes online last night.
damn it’s 1:30 in the morning and I can’t stop thinking about the potatoes and mac and cheese I have in the fridge downstairs, but like I wouldn’t be able to get down there and eat either of them quietly without tripping and falling on my ass or something
So last night i made a mix of black eyed peas, spinach, tomato sauce, and “meatless meatballs”. I have been eating SOOO much pasta 🍝these days, but this gave me the fix i was looking for without the carb load 💪🏾; also, always top with avocado 🥑 ❤
Please resist all temptation to feed fish by any means (bread, rice etc) when you’re on holiday. Not only does it make them aggressive, but fish that keep the algae vs coral balance in check don’t need your carb-loaded distractions from their ecological niche.
Summary: It was supposed to be just a one-night stand to forget it all, but it turned into something so much more.
A/N: I couldn’t sleep. Hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think!
I felt like dying inside, there was no more hope for me. Dmitri and I have been dating for almost 4 years now just for him to cut it off because he feels he’s not “ready for commitment” which basically translated to me as that he wants to figure out if anyone else is a good fuck. This is why I hate having sex with virgins. They save it up and then once they give it up they want to find out how it feels like with someone else. I was content in stuffing my face with pizza and brownies until I exploded from carb loading.
“Pull yourself together! Come on Woman up!” shouted my best friend as she clicked the mindless TV off. I didn’t even know what I was watching to be honest.
I shoved my pillow onto my face and grumbled something along the lines of “Nooo… just leave me here to die” But as per usual, she was having none of it.
“It has been 2 months of this crap Y/N!” Suddenly I felt arms around my legs and myself falling out of my warm comfortable bed.
I sat up looking at her and glaring as I rubbed my sore bum.
She smiled triumphantly at me and crossed her arms. “Come on Y/N, he’s a jerk for doing that to you, plus I’ve never liked him anyways. Just come to the club with me and we can drink ourselves silly”
A couple drinks actually didn’t sound all that bad.
“I have nothing to wear though” I sighed.
Like magic she pulled out a small body con dress and shoved it in my hands and waved me off to get ready.
“Say it!” She smirked
Looking at myself in the dress I couldn’t help but smile at her “Oh fine, I love you and you’re the best friend I could ever have”
I swirled my drink around trying to make sure that it didn’t separate. I stared at Y/F/N dancing with some random guy and sighed. At this point I just wanted to go home.
“Hey Miss?” a deep voice that sounded like sweet chocolate uttered next to me.
I glance at him sideways and was taken aback. He was absolutely gorgeous and I’m sure these disco lights where not giving him proper justice. He was a tall, with shaggy hair and beautiful hazel colored eyes.
“uh… y..yeah..?” I stammered as I blush down at my drink.
‘Woman up Y/N, it’s not like you haven’t ever spoken to a man before.’
“Do you by any chance have a camera?” He said cheekily.
I looked behind him trying to see if he was with anyone but nothing, just a couple making out and another one passed out on the counter.
“Because I could picture me and you together.” He said.
I laughed so hard I snorted,; I couldn’t help it. No one has ever tried to use a pick up line on me before.
“You look tired,” I countered, crossing my legs and taking a sip of my drink.
“Why?” He said leaning closer
“Because you’ve been running through my mind all day.” I said smirking at him.
It was his turn to laugh.
“ Is your name Mickey?” His eyes gleamed
“because I’m so fine?” I finished for him.
We both laughed in unison.
He looked at me intently.
“So… do you believe in love at first sight?”
“uhh.. no not really” I retorted back glancing down at my drink.
“How about second sight?” He said suddenly on the other side of me.
Needless to say we hit it off. I found out his name was Sam Winchester and that he was in town for a couple of days.
In the midst of putting on mascara Y/F/N said, “We will have so much fun! Don’t worry too much and bring a condom!” I threw one of my pillows at her. “Stop” I said feeling myself get embarrassed. “When’s the last time you’ve actually had sex?” she said chucking the pillow back at me. The last few months of our relationship had been difficult. So I hadn’t had sex in about six months now. Taking in my silence she looked up from her application of lip-gloss and said, “exactly, just go out there and have fun. You’ll be fine. “
He slammed my head against the wall and lifted me up with his muscular arms. I grabbed his neck and kissed him even harder. He grazed his tongue on my lips and I parted letting him enter. Our tongues wrestled trying to find out which one was more dominant, him winning. I melted into his kiss. I moaned into his mouth and sucked on his bottom lip. He gently set me down on the ground never breaking the kiss and the intensity has he proceeded take off his pants. He took one of my legs and placed it on his hip and moved my thong to the side.
Suddenly he was in me. And it felt so damn good. He was roughing yet gentle at the same time. He lifted me again and bounced me up and down his hard erection. I held on feeling every bit of him inside me. Making me even wetter and moan even more.
“fuck” he grunted as he pounded into me.
“yeah yeah, right there” I moaned into his neck.
We both fell on the bed and then it was my turn. As I rode him I slowly took off my dress, strip teasing him at the same time. I never felt so powerful. The way he looked at me. Taking me all in.
“You know, you’re very beautiful.” He said looking into my eyes.
I responded by kissing him again.
I bounced and moved my hips on his cock until I could see his face straining.
“come on baby, cum for me” I said seductively
That triggered something in him and suddenly we were doggy style. He grabbed my hair and smacked my ass as he fucked me even harder. “I want you to cum too” He whispered into my ear.
That’s when he started to rub my clit and I lost it.
We climaxed at the same time.
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“PREGNANT?!” I shouted at Dr. Perez. She’s been my family physician since I was a little kid.
“But how?! I was taking birth control!” I said grabbing the sides of my head.
“Well, you did say you thought you had the flu right? Which means you probably took some antibiotics, which could lessen the effect of the pill” Dr. Perez said.
I didn’t know what to think. I just turned 23 and was definitely not ready for this baby.
Oatmeal with strawberries 🍓 and coffee ☕️ for breakfast.
Trying to load carbs in the morning to keep me full through my early morning classes.
Planning on going for a run this evening (the weather has been great where I live)
Finally found a ‘before’ skin photo!! This is nowhere near as bad as it got, but I don’t think I was really in front of the camera at all after this point because I was so self conscious of my acne.
On the left, pre-vegan. Eating what I thought was healthy, fruits and veg but also lots and lots of dairy and a some chickens/fish and more of a low carb diet. I tried all kinds of cleansing products, fancy potions, antibiotics and hormonal controlling drugs.
On the right, 1.5 years plant based. High carb diet, loads of fruit, vegetables, water, oats, rice and happiness. I don’t wash my face at all except for the occasional coconut oil mask.
The first photo was after wearing makeup for the day, the second is zero makeup at all and after a run. I have some acne scarring that is fading and will get the occasional pimple, but other than that it’s the clearest it’s ever been :)
I posted this on Instagram and forgot to throw it up here. Powerlifter/closet bodybuilder. Really focusing on upping the cals, the volume, and not skipping my accessory days from the end of my cut at 1800-1900 I weighed 168. Reverse dieting has gone so well I’ve lost a couple lbs, even after a mini-cut to make 163 for my first powerlifting meet. Sitting at about 164lbs and 2700 cals a day; upwards and onwards into many moar carbs as I load up the training volume.
I’m attracted to people who are comfortable in their own skin more than people who uphold some standard of outward “beauty.” For me, feeling beautiful means just feeling good. I try to stop eating when I’m full, not eat a lot of carbs, load up on protein and vegetables, and I try to work out every day. Estelle Parsons, who at eighty-seven-years-old can run circles around me, told me that you have to exercise like it’s brushing your teeth – just something you do every day. I’ve really tried to apply that advice. I do a lot of running, yoga, and am really into Barry’s Bootcamp. Boxing is next on my list. And a hip hop dance class. Constantly switching up workouts is important for me so that I don’t get bored.