Friday, May 30, 2008

Bad idea jeans

Alright, so, with the bananas.

For Memorial Day McFattery I bought some fried bananas to go with my fried chicken. I hadn't yet finished them off so this morning after my run I thought, "Hey, I'll stick 'em in this here smoothie with the choco protein powder and frozen strawberries."

Hmm.

This might have gone down fine when I wasn't running as frequently, but boy was it narst. I might be able to salvage in a pancake experiment I'm about to embark on (instead of 1 c milk, I'll do 1/2 c milk and 1/2 c smoothie), but I could taste the non-freshness of the fried banana. Blech.

I remember when during season for crew my sophomore year, I couldn't stand fried foods or even soda. All I wanted was to push cows out of the way and start chewing on crazy vegetable action. I would have two salads for dinner. The feedback recursive loopy algorithmic thing looked a little like
  1. My body was healthier because I was working out all the time, so it was demanding healthier foods
  2. So I started eating foods that were better for me
  3. And then my body got even healthier
I think the converse / contrapositive feedback loop is probably similar:
  1. One watches TV and one's body does not notice if you cram it full of ... fried chicken
  2. So you keep eating ... fried chicken
  3. And then you can no longer move from your spot in front of the TV
I suspect there are emotional well-being analogues too which I could blog about on OwnThePipes.com if it weren't already 9:00.

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Mix it up!

I've been terribly indulgent as of late and have been going wild with smoothies in the morning.
  1. Throw stuff into blender
  2. Blend on low for 12 seconds
  3. Blend on high for 12 seconds
  4. Blend on low for 12 seconds
  5. Return to step one
This morning's "stuff":
  • Two crusty carrots picked up last night from the "about to rot" pile
  • 1 cup frozen cherries
  • 3/4 c frozen bluebellies
  • Scoop of hemp powder
  • 3/4 c cherry juice
  • 1/2 c rice milk
  • 1 knuckle of ginger
Ugh, these things are dericious.