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And the whey tastes like sand…

Okay, okay, my personal whey doesn’t taste completely like sand…just mildly banana flavored sand. H’s, however, does taste like what would happen if you put milk and topsoil in a blender bottle and called it “chocolate flavor.”

We decided to be adventurous this time around, ordering from a really good site that does custom protein blends. The blend we picked out was only ~$25 for five pounds, which is pretty much unheard of. It’s this blend called “Invigorate” that was only fiveish dollars per pound. It is a mix of pea protein, casein, and egg whites.

H’s mom tries to get us to buy Shaklee, which is nearly impossible on a college student budget due to the price. However, we’ve make this unconscious competition with her that we can get a company with just as good ethics as Shaklee does but not the aforementioned company. It would be neat if True Nutrtition could help us win that bet.

Shaklee’s big selling point is that it is “all natural.”  H says the Invigorate must be good for us otherwise it wouldn’t taste so awful, to which I can agree. It would be neat if we could get some free Shaklee out of this deal…

We will see what it does to our gains. I’ll keep you posted.

(Link here if interested in the Invigorate)

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Let’s see if you can squat your way out of this one (part 2): Sunday

The reason why this series of posts are entitled “Let’s see if you can squat your way out of this one” is because on Sunday the greatest thing happened.

I got my mom to let me show her how to lift.

We went to her local community center and into the weight room, which was well stocked for how shabby it looked on the outside. I got some recommendations from H on what to show her and, of course, he responded with the typical ex-/fit”Do ss faggot”, which is a prominent meme on the ‘chan.

However, more true advice was never said. Keep in mind, I’m not a personal trainer by any means. I’ve really only started lifting again, this time seriously, since January and off-and-on for about a year. H was right though whenever he said helping someone else with their lifts helps your own form.

My mom has great form and understands the principles of breathing already (which was and is half the battle with me). Some things I would say to her she would respond to with “Oh, well, I figured that out.” She really is a natural with this.

My mom keeps on wanting to lose that stubborn extra five pounds that she’s gained since dating C and I don’t think she understands that just being a cardiobunny is going to make her drop that weight.

Maybe if she just lifted heavy once a week? Once a week, with weights going up. My thing is, as I was saying to H last night, lifting seriously doesn’t seem like something you can be too casual with. Or maybe you can, but I just haven’t discovered how yet.

But, just for form purposes, this is what I had mom do (all with bar weight):

3×5 squats

3×5 ohp

1×5 dead lift

3×5 bench

1×5 row

Anyone have any suggestions for motivating her to trying it more consistently? H said mentioning weight would and should be motivation enough but it really never is. I know my own mother. She’s a hard worker but it takes her getting her to want it first.

So besides doing demo lifts on this day, I still needed to catch up on my vanity day (abs…always abs) which consisted of 5×20 crunch and leg extensions. Mum and I then went to play basketball for awhile. After that, we traveled to Whole Foods and got brunch, went to Barnes and Noble, then she took me back to my town.

We also “Sherlock”ed that night, which was wonderful. H really liked it and I cannot wait for next week’s episode.

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Work Bingo

eat moar…shoot, on the tip of my tongue… errr…

I work at the most glorious of fast food eateries–Chic-fil-A. While not as mentally dehabilitating as other fast food restaurants, it still is rather soul crushing.

I hate suggestive selling. I hate suggestive selling food I know is bad for people because it is “not an option” (direct quote from manager).

I hate suggestive selling to children, especially if I am asking to “upsize their combo.” I try to avoid it as much as I can, but sometimes it slips out before I can stop myself.

“Would you like to upsize your fries for just 20 cents extra?”

“Would you like to try one of our new hot chocolate chip cookies for a little over a dollar?”


H and I have discussed that they should make a Starbucks bingo card to make the shifts less monotonous. I think I’m going to do the same for Chic-fil-A. Criteria for work-bingo is that you have to include things that happen frequently, but not overkill. The free-space would be something that happens every day (probably “Customer buys an original Chic-fil-A sandwich”).

Bingo card spaces so far:

  • Customer reacts to a request to upsize with something along the lines of “sure, why not?!”
  • Customer orders either grilled nuggets or fruit for their child’s kids meal and a full calorie soda for the drink
  • Customer orders a chicken filet instead of a “real” menu item.
  • Customer orders a combo meal, then asks for a water cup, not a bottled water.
  • Customer asks to hear all the dipping sauces read to them even though it is printed on the menu.
  • Customer asks for a discontinued item or asks if we still have ____ (such as Chicken Tortilla Soup or Sweet Potato Fries).
  • Customer asks if an original Chic-fil-A sandwich is available in a kid’s meal option.
  • Customer asks for no whipped cream on their shake but still wants the cherry (which looks really stupid).
  • D asks me to clean under the sink because I’m apparently the only one who ever does that.
  • Customer stacks 2+ coupons to get a super discounted meal.
  • An OC student tries to pay with meal plan points, even though the semester is over.
  • Customer’s order is so expensive that I have to ask them to sign a credit card receipt.
  • R comes in and orders for his wife.
  • J comes in and orders a water cup, Chick-fil-A sandwich substituted with a coleslaw and a small diet coke.
  • Old people ask for the senior drink discount.
  • I have to ask for change because someone paid with something that I cannot give change back with five dollar bills.
  • We are late making food for a catering order (honestly, this should be the free space).
  • There is a stack of trays as high as the front counter cabinets.
  • Someone in workout clothes orders a Poweraide (like it’s part of the uniform).

Those are essentially the ones I’d include. I need to make a table of this before I go to work, stat.

Oh, and in regards to squat day, it was delicious. H keeps on trying to get me to squat the low-bar form, but it hurts my shoulders too much for me to do it comfortably without dropping it. He has a much larger back than I do so anything over 100 lbs (which is a little less than half my squat on our 3 week of 5/3/1) I can’t handle. Which is unfortunate, because it seems like my squats are easier to line up with that form.

I think I’m also ODing on cottage cheese. It seems like every time I eat it now it murders my stomach. I’m tired of having to take Tums after every time I eat. I probably need to get more greens in my diet in general.

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Stuffed Crust

Just...stuffed.

For starters, it is only barely ten A.M. and I would shove this pizza in my face. As much as I love traditional breakfast food, I would and could eat just about anything for breakfast. And believe me, I have. Leftover chimichanga? Probably not my best decision, but that didn’t stop me.

Unfortunately, my previously iron stomach has been simply eating itself  lately as I’ve been having to take two to three servings of Tums per day, typically after meals. Okay, I definitely derailed my train of thought there. I don’t just post about stuffed crust pizza in my blog, regardless of how delicious it looks.

I just wanted to let the world know about a brand new use of the word “stuffed crust.”

Stuffed crust is the word H and I use for our aesthetics in a certain department–specifically legs. Examine the picture again.

Now think of veiny, muscle laden legs with a smidge of padding on them from your post-bulk season. Similarities?

Murdertown just stuffs my crust. Yesterday was the beginning of our “3” week from 5/3/1 model and, more specifically, front squats. The ball joints in my hips will probably never be the same from this.

Besides our FS, on our workout plate we had presses, dumbbell rows, shoulder presses, and sit ups.

Unfortunately for my workout, I had a serious difficulty getting out of my own head until about the last set of my dumbbell rows.  This is due to the fact that there was some resolution to some ex-boyfriend drama and I’m still quite unsure about how I feel about the whole situation. I had been harboring this dead weight of guilt for how things turned out for so long that I didn’t know how to manage with that burden gone…therefore my generalized anxiety got pretty cranked.

But you know what? It is going to be okay.

I have to remember that.

Also, regular squats on Wednesday (tomorrow). My legs will go from stuffed crust to stuffed cheesy bread. You know the monstrous creation. Domino’s developed it, essentially guaranteeing that one could overdose with cheese.

Overdose on squats? Yes please.

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