25. March 2016 by swissfitchick
Ain’t nobody got time for sappy Intros. Certainly not me. Maybe I just insert a naughty joke of choice here, like this one.
Intros. It does not get much slicker than that. Some of my male friends send me things like this without any comment. I feel so very well appreciated. They really know me. My age may not be in line with my maturity level, but oh well – let’s accept that I am a bit of an oxymoron. Lame jokes are my jam, not to be confused with actual jam of course, even though I wouldn’t deny some of that either. Preferably Mom’s homemade Cherry Jam. Yeah, that sounds good.
What also sounds good is my other jam, Eggy Oats. It’s a no-brainer and an edible jackpot. Mix your oats with a few eggs or egg whites, add on some almond milk, berries, banana (eat half of it as #publicbanana, cause #publicbanana is a thing, almost a trend, rather a revolution. It has its own Instagram account, no kidding. No, not me. #Publicbanana. ), cinnamon and cook in coconut oil. Ain’t no one ever say no time to cook healthy meals no more.
So. The point here is (you didn’t believe I have one, did you. I swear though, it’s coming. Or maybe it’s just a figment in my rather freakish imagination. No, wait, I try.) that in these holy Easter days I feel the need to spew some more of my ramblings and mutterings – like my Cleveland Bestie would say, I also stole the title from her – out into the blogosphere. There may even be found some Pearls of Wisdom in the recess of what is left of my brain, so watch out and listen up.
I do not want you to delve into my backside (that sounds awkward), but fear not, it’s all covered in pants. Just talking about it (let’s talk about ass Bab-y, let’s talk about you-and-me). There were times I had a no-ass. In an overdose of pure honesty, I am telling you now that my people gave me the nick name of ‘Boney’ and ‘No-Ass’ during the skinny school years. I like honest people.
I would never drink alcohol after a workout and during daytime.
I have totally done this today (not exceptionally). After an Easter Team Workout with the Crew. I felt the deep urge of rehydrating with booze and fuel with Ovomaltine Chocolate Crunch Spread and boatloads of scrambled eggs with salmon and I even opted for veggies too, cause balance, Bro. And it is Friday after all. And as mentioned before, #DayDrinking rules. I may create its own Instagram account.
Having my fair share of bacteria in my system and a good amount of mental struggles, I was on the prowl for things that keep me sane, down to Earth and healthy. Laying flat on my ass-ass for solid three days only gave the option to be comatose while messing up my hair and rocketing my electricity bill (#TValldayBro). Once that was done I went to have my hair done (seriously, Dude), catching the rays, meditating on quotes and going back to Training.
Just kidding. I have a plan and that is to go Spring Snowboarding again tomorrow (insert audible squealing here) and then flying right into the last Open Workout, 16.5. God help us. I say it’s impulse planning, cause I had no idea what Saturday may look like till this lunchtime. Maybe bubbles made me do it. I might even go on a mission and make #ImpulsePlanning a thing. Tough job, but somebody’s gotta do it. You should join the party. Bring Cheese and Booze.