11. August 2014 by swissfitchick
Be prepared for a long post with GOOD stories. It’s worth it, promise.
I know. You are like:
‘I can’t believe you did it AGAIN.’ Nope, I can not believe it either. Believe it or not. Unbelievable. Damn.
Well, I am already embarrassed enough, so can we PLEASE just quickly get this over with and then move on? YES. I killled my THIRD Food Processor. Shoot me.
Ok, I HAVE to go into more detail about this story, but first, let’s go marvelous and announce the giveaway winners!
I made a video with Jonas so you can see that he is the lucky boy (LOL) who picked the winners. Before you watch the videos, listen: I SO appologize for my ANNOYING laugh. Seriously, I can not STAND it in that video so please ignore it – just like my messy gross-sweaty look. I literally ran out of a kickass Powerlifting class at Crossfit, on my bike and then home right in front of the camera. Sorry. Also, due to some
alcohol-caused technology issues, we had to make 2 videos, lol – that’s all now!
I have never tried NuNaturals, but it looks like it would be a fabulous option! I would mix this in my Greek yogurt with berries and sliced almonds.
How about on ice ream with some Bailey’s?
This syrup seems like a great replacement to walden farm’s chemcial syrup (gross). I bet mixing it with maple extract and cinnamon would be perfect on protein pancakes! I would love to try!
So. I promised to update you on my blood alcohol on Friday night. I must say, I did well! I didn’t get drunk, just a little tipsy. After this weird video thing I finally showered and we finished the bottle of Prosecco.
Errr….yes. Jump Rope in the kitchen. Totally normal.
I am well aware that I wear these pants 90% of my freetime, even though I hoard about 50 other jeans in my closet. I didn’t even buy those – they are an old Diesel pair from Jonas. Did I ever mention I should stop buying jeans?
We went for dinner at Restaurant Viertelskreis in Basel – Christoph, the owner is a friend of Jonas and, oh well, the service and the food was simply GREAT.
I will post all the food pics on Wednesday, but let me tell you – I couldn’t stop making inappropriate noises during every course – it was UNREAL. I didn’t drink during dinner (I hardly ever drink wine when I eat – I know this is weird, but I hate to pair food with alcohol. Such a philistine.) – but I was busy commenting on the deliciousness in between chewing anyway. And having some serious arguments/discussions with Jonas – like we always do and which I love! 🙂
We then headed off to one of my favorite places in Basel where I already got a little drunk with Laura a few months ago – Che Que Lomo, the rooftop of Hinterhof. It was such a nice summernight and we met a few other friends for drinks.
Saturday. Oh, Saturday. Saturday was a shit day. I mean, not like dramatically horrible, or downward depressing, but oh well, it was just a day where I thought I miiiiiiight should have stayed in bed instead of trying to do ‘smart’ things. It was the day when I killed my third Food Processor. And it wasn’t just any kind of a cheap shitty food processor, no, it was the big, the great, the strong ULTIMATE NINJA BLENDER with effing 2.5 PS!!!! Seriously, WHO does that? How do I manage to KILL this beast? I honestly don’t know how these things always happen – WHAT the hell is wrong with me? Bahahaha. Geeezuz. It is SO typical and it’s…..well, that’s how my life is, ALL the time. Why do I even wonder??
One of my Ex-boyfriends (don’t stare. I don’t have THAT many) once said:’ Ya know Hunn, I feel like your life is a little exhausting for you at times, but for those who are around you, it’s always fun and NEVER boring.’ Oh well. My pleasure. 🙂 I have to have another drink to that!
I digress. Back to Ninja. I saw it coming. I died a 1000 tiny deaths all afternoon when this thing started scary steaming and smelling and when it overheated about 10 times. I also needed 3 of those – I was ready to live without power for the rest of the weekend.(Holy shit, my piles of chicken, ground beef and fish in the freezer??!! No way!)
The blender died ONE BIG DEATH – I freaking BURNT out the bottom of the bin!!!!! I cried. No joke. Now I just have to laugh. 🙂
Now this is serious shit. I am amazed that my kitchen is intact and not reduced to ashes or VANDALIZED by an electric BOMB. Plus, before the short life of Mr. Ninja ended, I was able to blend enough glasses of nutbutter for
2 days 3 weeks. Awesome.
Is there any sponsor out there for Food Processor Failures like me? Clearly, I need a new one. Nope, I don’t give up on them. Just don’t come near me when I use it. You might get burnt or catch an electric-shock.
Are you still here? Just stay a liiiiil’ longer……
Now this doesn’t really fit into this hilarious picture of me blonde-chick burning down things, but the whole day just kind of felt off to me. On days like this, I miss my Dad like crazy. I mean, I miss him daily. Every day. He is gone for good, so I have to live with that fact, but I will never stop missing him or thinking of him. I sometimes just want to talk to him about everything. I want to wine at him and I want to be hugged by him. And I want that he buys me a new Food Processor 🙂 That is so baby-style, but well, I am not Superwoman. I am just a woman.
And yes, I am a cheerful, loud laughing and silly person 95% of the time. Believe it or not, I have days when I am pissed about everything and the world in general. When I hate all the things and curse over those in particular. When I don’t want to crack jokes and don’t want to see or speak to anyone. When I don’t give a shit about anything in this world and cry because of well, a damn dead Food Processor.
‘Enough wining and get the shit done.’ That was my decision a few hours later, when my laundry was done, my bedsheets changed, my house cleaned (WHO AM I??) and grocery shopping done. I went for a short bike ride – I LOVE to ride my bike with my headphones on ( I KNOW this is forbidden, gosh, stop it) and just enjoying the breeze. I cycled direction Crossfit, in case I wanted to do a stretchsession, but then I decided not to and just rode on. Back home, I prepared my fresh fish I bought earlier for myself and cooked up a nice menu. Best decision ever. Fuck you whining and fuck you Food-Processor-Shit and Saturday – there are worse things in life and I am damn privileged and lucky to have the life I live.
Sunday morning I went for a run which was perfect to clear my head off stupid thoughts and reflecting on the Ninja-Trauma. I also had to prepare mentally for my second try with the Deadlift Benchmark. I was so friggin’ nervous, it wasn’t even funny anymore. Seriously, I was close to several heart attacks! I mean, WhatTheFUCK?? NOBODY cares about how much I lift, so CHIIIIIILL, man. Ok, I, ME care – and I can tell you, sometimes not satisfying my ambitions ain’t no fun.
I DID kill it. I even added ONE silly kilo to the 100 :-)I tried on 102,5 but couldn’t do it, so I reached for the tiny plates and at least went over 100.
I swear, it was mental in both ways. Crazy mental, and mental cause I know I put my mind to it and just wanted to make it. Sometimes, this stubborn nob is a good thing. The PR was followed by Fran:
21 Thursters / 21 Pull Ups / 15 Thrusters / 15 Pull Ups / 9 Thrusters / 9 Pull Ups
I did the Thrusters with 30kg (66,2lbs) which is the given weight, so that was good! Pull Ups I used the green and the violet band – definitely room for improvement there. I don’t know my time, will update on that!
I added an hour of stretching, handstand practise and some shoulder strength while slurping on my postworkout shake, until I finally cycled home to collapse on the couch and mess around with a MOUNTAIN of shrimp tortillas. Don’t tell me you can eat tortillas in a clean way. You must do something wrong then. I had shrimp bites and salad and tortilla crumbs all over my boobs. No wonder if you eat horizontal. #mannerfail
Did you ever have a kitchen fail? What was it?
Eating on the couch in front of the TV – yay or nay? I am single and live alone, it’s almost mandatory to do that, sorry.
Are you afraid of your own ambitions sometimes?