A Cooking Show Episode 3: Hummus and Cinnamon and Spice Sweet Potato Fries!

That sounds delicious doesn’t it.

Cause it is.

The sweet and spicy sweet potato fries dipped in the creamy, tart hummus is an excellent and healthy snack!

And so simple to make!

Enjoy Episode 3 everyone!

 

 

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Run Porn: 12th of 2013

12th of 2013

Location: Humble, Texas near the airport.

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The long, unwinding road…

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The flag was flying high everywhere you turned in Texas. I don’t even know what New York’s state flag looks like.

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I found an off limits back lot by an old warehouse.

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The watercolor sky.

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This was lying in the middle of the abandon lot. I am sure very sad things have occurred on this…..whatever the hell it is.

Recommended listening:

“Survival” by Muse

Days Five – Eight: The Shouldas

I really believe that lethargy is genetic.

I have a friend who never just lays around on the couch all day. If she has a day off she will probably make it to the gym, then the grocery store, then she will make a new vegan recipe, followed by a vegan pie, while talking on the phone with her grandmother, taking care of her garden, walking her dog, remodeling the bathroom, all before getting ready to go out all night with wonderful energy for all the people who love her.

And she has three sisters. Who are all as active, if not more so. One of them even makes her own jam.

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While I have two sisters and all three of us are capable of lying on the couch while doing nothing from the moment we wake up to the moment that it is time to go back to sleep. And my mother is the same way!

Now, don’t get me wrong. I live by my To Do Lists. I knit. I make my own all natural beauty products. I write. I am neat and tidy (sometimes to a fault). But there are times that I need to never even think about getting out of bed. And having the ability, and sometimes intense need, to be that lazy is something that I have always struggled with. I feel so guilty for letting yet another day just slip through my fingers. I feel so guilty because I feel like I should.

Or should I just be nice to myself and call myself a “home body?”

When I call myself a “home body” and I live in a place like New York City, I feel debilitating guilt.

How can I possibly live in one of the best cities in the world and not want to be out in that city all day every day? Should I be  soaking in all it has to offer?! Should I be living life to it’s fullest?!

Well, my immediate answer would be the most common answer to the question, “Why not?”

Money.

When you live in New York City on a super standard salary (which a lot of people don’t even have the luxury of having), the majority of your money goes to your rent.

So shouldn’t I be okay with spending most of my time where I spend most of my money??!!

Look. Money. Laziness. My friends making jam. None of these are the point.

Go back and read this entry from the beginning.

Do you see how many times I used the word, or some form of the word, “should?”

I’ll wait.

You just scrolled down didn’t you?

Lazy.

Five. There were FIVE times where I asked about whether or not I “should” be doing something.

Who the hell am I asking?

Who is the ultimate authority on what I “should” be doing?

Who decides?

The only things I “should” be doing is keeping my body safe and functioning, being kind to others, and paying my taxes.

Otherwise……..it’s all me.

I am the one who decides what I “should” be doing. Because I am the only one who knows what I “want” to be doing.

Right?

Wrong.

I am so consumed with the “shouldas” that I am not clear on the “wannas.”

And the consumption in the the “shouldas” are extracting the enjoyment from the things that I am perfectly sure I “wanna” do.

This is just another case of me getting in my own way.

It even happens with this blog.

I still haven’t told people about it. I still want to go back over old posts and edit. I still think about scrapping the whole thing entirely. I still want to write a blog that I “should” write rather than writing what I fucking “WANT” to write about.

And I have wanted to write about the battle in my own mind.

But I also want to post recipes. And I want to post knitting projects. And I want to post videos. And I want……

SO I SHOULD DO IT.

Right. The only time you “should” is when it leads to accomplishing something you “want.”

Stop stopping.

Start creating.

Run Porn: 7th of 2013

Before The Snow

Suggested Listening

“1517” by The Whitest Boy Alive

Day Three: Ditch The Crowbar

What do you do when you have scheduled your excercise for first thing in the morning and you over sleep?

What do you do when you wake up, late, and you realize there is not another chunk in your day that you can use to exercise?

What if you admit to yourself, “Well, I could exercise when I get home at around….11pm?”

What if you do work out at 11pm?

What if you now can’t get to bed until 2am?

What if the only period of time that you have to exercise tomorrow is first thing in the morning?

What do you do when you have scheduled your exercise for first thing in the morning and you over sleep?

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“This is the shit that never endsssssssssssssssss….yes, it goes on and on my friendsssssssssssss……”
Yes. This will go on and on my friends. For the rest of my life. So I suppose the most important question is…
What do you do to make exercise, something that you have discovered is totally pertinent to your living a better life, fit smoothly into your busy schedule?
Well, I firmly believe that unless you…
A) …were raised in a household that emphasized personal fitness which made exercise a part of your every day life since as long as your tone ass could remember.
B) …have the freedom to structure your own work days. Lucky bitch.
C) …have incredible self-discipline. Lucky bitch.
D) … posses any of the above qualities or privileges….
…that you will constantly find yourself crowbarring exercise in between all of your other modern day responsibilities.
Human beings need exercise to function properly. But we are supposed to be getting our exercise from just being alive. All of the modern comforts we have created for ourselves completely take away all of the time we would normally be active. We would get much more frequent cardiovascular workouts hunting and gathering our food than hunting down a restaurant and gathering for an incredible multi-course meal. That someone else cooked.
We have put these obstacles in our own way. We want to have our cake made for us, brought to us, and then we want to eat it too.
Now, when I typed “how do I fit exerc-,” Google not only finished my sentence for me but it also gave me over 55 million different results. That’s telling.
I read the first 10 of 55,000,000 and they, of course, basically give you the same suggestions:
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Take The Stairs! 
Great. Thanks. Have you been to New York City? The land of perpetual stair climbing?
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Workout With Your Kids! 
Turn the time that is supposed to be about bonding with your children into YOU time.

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Workout With Your Spouse!
Yay. More time with the person you are contractually tied to until you die. Also, if you are single and childless, apparently you have no fucking excuse.
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Workout On Your Lunch Break! 
NO FOOD OR REST! That’s what you get for not getting your ass out of bed on time.
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Go For A Brisk Walk A Few Times During Your Work Day!
Hey…uh….Jim? Why do you keep leaving and returning all sweaty and out of breath….?
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Work Out At Your Desk!
You fucking weirdo…..
Basically, they are just giving you suggestions on how to use your crowbar. And they want you to use that crowbar to beat the hell out of yourself, your loved ones, and any semblance of free time.
But seeing as this is a blog about my quest for happiness and the idea of all of those things makes me incredibly unhappy, I need to find a compromise.
Addendum to Rule #2: Sweat
First off, no more hitting “Snooze.” The sleep isn’t even that great. I generally have a stress dream or get a tension headache from trying to keep my eyes closed. I know you like to run outside. I know it is in the middle of winter. I know it is pitch black and freezing when you wake up.  But it is always darkest before the dawn. And getting your work out before the dawn of the sun means you don’t have to give it a second thought. And you are trying to avoid second thoughts, remember?
Second, if I find myself accidentally sleeping through my designated work out time, I will forgive myself and try to make it work another way. This doesn’t mean that I am going to forego my chair at work and squat for 8 hours. This means that I will try to work out after work. Or….you know…..brisk walking during my lunch break doesn’t sound TOO bad. Sounds better than being a lethargic office worker sitting on her ever widening ass.
Third, if I don’t make it out of bed in the morning  and I honestly make an attempt to fit it into my schedule to no avail…then I will just forgive myself. That’s it. 
Tomorrow will be another day.
Another day to have the same choices.
Another day to make better, stronger decisions.
And another day to forgive yourself all over again.
All I could want is another day.
Suggested Listening
“Something Good Can Work” by Two Door Cinema Club