mamby-pamby-ness

“I know you’re tired but come, this is the way.”
― Rumi

Has anyone seen my CF Jou Jou? Cause its run away from home and I can’t seem to locate it anywhere. There’s a reward if you find it. Double, if you teach it a lesson in commitment.

Lost that loving feeling, people. Not sure what the problem is. Feel unmotivated. Not scared, or challenged, or anxious, just plain old simple, Meh.

Don’t like this feeling. Think it has a lot to do with the FL vacation, and then the birthday celebrations. On a couple particular Fridays and Saturdays which shall remain nameless, my diet was less than primal. Today, my knees ache, my elbows are swollen, my left shoulder has an inferiority complex, the right has declared a state of anarchy. But I went to the WOD today nonetheless, and will continue to try to hit 5 per week. No rest for the indifferent. Probably another good thing about this 90 Day Challenge. It doesn’t let you quit. Even though you might wonder out loud about quitting, on the internet, where your 90 Day Peeps might read all about it. I’m also guessing, the unhealthy portion of my diet, like the birthday cheesecake, and cheeseburger with fries and beer apres ski on Saturday, are all contributing to my current state of in-equalibirum.

Warm-Up:

Row 1000m

Completed: in 4:33.

WOD:

I. AMRAP in 20 Minutes:

20 Thrusters (135/95)

20 Pullups

20 Burpees

Completed: 2 rounds plus 5 Thrusters (at 75lbs.) Ring Pulls Ups.

You simply can’t live in two worlds, uncommitted 100% to either, and expect great things. You’re either in, or you’re out. Half-way equals half-ass. How can you expect stellar things from a less than stellar effort. It’s not possible. When will I ever learn. Enough of this mamby-pamby-ness. Enough.

Primal Cashew Thai Sauce

Primal McDonalds fries. Nyet. Because that’s what I’m craving, fries.

So, my coworker (shout-out to the Aims – woot woot) just walked in with a bag of McDonalds french fries. Do you have ANY idea how good McDonalds french fries smell in an OFFICE?

We’ve been talking work-outs a lot lately. While I haven’t converted her to CrossFit, she did demonstrate the ballet squats she was forced to endure at 6am this morning during hot yoga.

She then proceeded to eye my Cashew Tai Peanut sauce, and asked if she could sample. I said probably not a good idea, considering I had been dipping my fork and other nameless vegetables into it all morning. Oddly, she did not seem deterred by this. I then promised to forward the recipe. She’s an avid cooker, and knitter. The two, not to be confused.

This recipe is a mock-up pulled from Sisson’s Primal eating. I’m a big fan of Frank’s, thus the switch up, instead of Sisson’s suggested ‘fish sauce,’ the idea of which I still find too perplexing to ingest.

Primal Cashew Thai Sauce:

Ingredients:

  • 1/2 cup cashew butter
  • 1/4 cup coconut milk
  • 1/4 cup of water
  • 2 Cloves Garlic
  • 1 teaspoon Tamari
  • 3 teaspoons sesame oil
  • 1 teaspoon ground ginger
  • Frank’s Hot Sauce to taste
  • Salt and Pepper to taste