Ok, this is experimental. My home smells like fish, badly. I took out the trash, turned on the ceiling fan and lit my BBW Beach Cabana three wick super powered candle but it just won't go away.
Reason being fish is all I've been eating lately.
LA changed me. Seriously.
I probably haven't cooked meat in five months. I love meat.
I guess this town forces to have you ground yourself to something. Everything spins around so fast and you don't wanna get thrown out to the edge. That something people hold on to most of the times is within them. The one thing you can really trust to keep you sane.
Someone gets spiritual, someone looks for energy in the gym, someone smokes to find clarity.
I, like the many other pathetic wanna-bes that punctuate this city turned to a healthy all round life style. But come on you know I'm for real and all the other pale skinned, fakely shabby fucking hipsters have nothing on me. I do get to rub elbows with them on the path I've chosen but I'm gonna throw a big fat disclaimer out there: my reasons are ethical, medical, and most of all true, theirs is just a way to spread the word that they are vegan, whatever the fuck that means.
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I'm making a habit of starting posts and then leaving them to dry in the sun so a dog can come and chew on them, like beef jerky.
The point was that I had introduced every inch of my body to a new lifestyle. Then I went home to Italy and fucked it all up. Food is just too good.
Now that I'm back and working there's no room to be picky as any crew member knows when it comes to crafty, it is what it is.
I was being so good at going to yoga classes, skinny little blondes didn't even make me throw up in my mouth anymore, I also bought a Groupon for Cardio Barre classes, that I haven't printed out yet, but fear not! The offer doesn't expire till December and I am sure I will find my way back Master Jedi.
As my fridge is empty, any day is a good day to go out and restock on healthy foodery. And I might just do that, someday.
But in the meantime if you are being a good girl here's what you might find very helpful.
My Fitness Pal is a little (FREE) app that will keep you on track.
It's easy to use, fun too if you like me are batshit crazy and like lists and forms and boxes and check marks.
It is in no way a nutritionist or accurate but it does provide you with an idea of how much exactly you've been staring into the fridge per day. Which I find very useful as I tend to get hungry easily and forget that I have just finished stuffing my face like minutes before.
Here's how it works:
You set it up with your height, weight and desired goal, so the alien inside your iPhone does the math for you and comes up with a calorie plan that fits. Mine was too low, but I kept it as a reference, knowing that I would go over it anyway, at least I would stop when really needed.
Everyday you fill in your diary with info. All kinds of info. What you've eaten, neatly divided per meal, how much you've exercised, personally if I walked 5 minutes to my car I would put that in there, how many dumps you've taken. Just kidding. And thus you have an exact map of meaningless aspects of your life.
How to add foods you ask?
Here's the lowdown. There is an online database, updated daily worldwide, so any kind of food is already in there. For those of you in the US there's a bunch of popular restaurants' dishes too, like I don't know Starbucks, Corner Bakery, and for the brave Jack in the box or In & Out, the healthy stuff... You just select it and BAM!
The food you're looking for is not there and you're too lazy to look up nutritional values and type them in? Calm the fuck down, there's an amazing feature. Barcode reader. Yes your eyes do not fool you. Select, place your phone in front of a barcode and BAM!! Product's there.
It's the simplest thing I'm telling you!
At the end of the day you have a whole lotta bunch of charts to show you your progress and shit, by day, by week, and in regards to your set goal.
Unfortunately you have to have a pretty amazing constance. I lasted three weeks, then as you can see I went missing, in Rome, with some carbonara up my ass.
