lately

I got over staffed today. Thats where they have too many nurses on the schedule and they call you up at 0545 to see if you want to stay home. Course at that time I don't even know what my own name is or what planet i live on let alone that I'm up to my eye balls in student loans and need to work. They prey upon my weaknesses and rob me! I talked to the Mrs. Boss and she said If I wanted I could take my name off the list, I think I will.

Although I did have a pretty good day today. I read part of an article written by Pink I believe about the roll of the holy spirit and how he silently help our infirmities and intercedes for us. How often is the believer cut deeper than thought possible yet is not undone? How are we stayed back from the brink of irrecoverable despair though confronted with it sometimes so frequently? The Spirit.

I spent some time in my garage gym today. Yesterday I PR'd on the clean and jerk with 175lbs (ground to shoulders then over head. I got a personal best on two lifts today: the snatch (pulling a barbell from the ground to over head in one movement) and the press (pushing the bar from the shoulders to overhead) 127.5 lbs and 122.5 lbs respectively. Then I did a short Metabolic conditioning workout with double unders, pull ups, and dumbbells hang squat cleans with 2 45 lbs'ers. left me good and gassed after 11 min. I really have NO idea how all you people can stand not to crossfit, its like my own personal street drug...

The struggle to eat for performance continues to be a struggle. I've got a lot of moose meat and chicken breasts in the freezer but cooking takes so much time and I get bored of what I've got pretty fast. I'm starting to mess around with making curries and Indian food. I got what I thought was curry paste but its a "10min simmer sauce" (read: loaded with sugar) so my nose is running 2nd to the insulin spikeng systemic inflammation.

Below are some pictures. We've got the chicken curry (I'm pretty much in love with coconut milk.), some sauteed sweet potato (that is one sweet potato).

If me talking about working out has left any of my readers sighing and bored I'd just like to leave you with a helping of "don't for get you asked" and a side of "shut up fatty"

Bon Appetit!