Mother’s day food porn!
Sunday, Mother’s Day, my place, 2PM. (more…)
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This morning, I woke up, cuddled the cat, kissed my husband, told him he was beautiful.
(Okay, actually I kissed the cat and cuddled my husband. They’re both hairy. They’re also both beautiful.)
Halfway through the day, at work, I read this.
I got to walk in the sunshine today.
I officially forgive anyone who ever trashed me or let me down. I’m FINE. I’m alive. It’s not worth carrying shit around. I mean, really, who WANTS to walk around holding shit?
In the last episode, our hapless heroine was about to take a cheat weekend …
And I did. Friday was our 11th wedding anniversary, and, as it turns out, the 14th anniversary of our first date. Yes, I know that’s cheesy. No, it wasn’t intentional - we only realized it about a year ago when hubby read his old journal and we discovered our serendipitous cheesiness. So, yeah, um - the food.
Friday was pretty low key - we trained hamstrings, then went out for pho at our favourite Vietnamese joint - our usual Friday ritual.
And plotted our own demise for Saturday … hell, we actually wrote it down!
9 AM: cheesy eggs at home, before going out for brunch (those places never have enough protein for us!)
10:30 AM: De Dutch Pannekoek House, for, you guessed it, Pannekoek. We split a Peach Melba. Extra Melba.
1:00 PM: Dim Sum. OMG I thought I was gonna die by the end. Went home and had a nap.
(Various chocolate snacks during interlude. Much Lindt was consumed.)
8:00 PM: Still sugared up, we decided we needed to walk. So we walked from 33rd down to Broadway (9th for those of you who don’t live in Vancouver) in search of The Perfect Vittles. We were GOING to eat in a restaurant near Queen Elizabeth Park, but decided all they really had to offer us was the view. So we just walked. And walked. And walked. Until we found Nirvana. Literally - that’s the name of the restaurant. They had THE best butter chicken and naan I have ever had. Okay, we were ravenous. Still! Next door for a piece of sugar pie at Foundation (we asked for insulin with our cheque) and then walked the whole way home.
Saturday wasn’t much better - mom’s birthday. I made her a chocolate cake and bought tickets to see the Moody Blues in July. Mom made ham and mashed potatoes with cabbage. Soooo good! I could have used another walk though …
Weight Friday AM: 135 lbs
Weight Monday AM: 140.2
Bloat bloat bloat …
I had a couple of moderate free days this weekend. For one, I didn’t gain as much as I thought I had. For another, I dieted well for a week, and of course, there was Ocean Bloom with Tanya and Michelle… pix after the jump!
I know, I know, I’m an albino. And completely greased in SPF-60 waterproof sunblock for babies. So I smell like bubblegum.
This is in Puako, basically across the street from the condo where we were staying. Lovely snorkelling - so many fish! Pix after the jump… (more…)
The night before we left for home, we tried to see lava. We had tried a few days earlier, after visiting volcano national park, but discovered toward the end of our day that the hike was two and a half hours across a charred lava field and we were out of water and sunlight.
We had read of a private access road that would bring us closer, near Hilo, so that’s where we went.
It was supposed to be a 20-minute walk.
We hooked up with another couple, a nice doctor from Maui and his girlfriend, a realtor, whom we later referred to as “danger girl”. You’ll understand why in a few minutes.
About an hour in, we did see a few pixels of fire:

We were getting warmer.
I mean this literally. There were gusts of warm air coming up from between crevices in the lava, and one of the slabs I stepped on was HOT.
I jumped off and announced I was turning around. NOW. The sun was going down, I did NOT want to get stuck out there, roasting.
Danger-girl pressed on, her reluctant doctor friend in tow.
As it grew darker, the mountain lit up more and more - quite an amazing sight. But I was getting scared and I wanted to leave. A few more pix, and we turned around. But by then, the sun had gone down. We started walking. And walking. And walking. Three hours in, hubby admitted he was lost. I felt ill, contemplating an evening of either walking aimlessly in vain hope of finding our way back to the unlit area where our car was hiding in the middle of a barren lava field in the dark, or waiting for the sun to come up while we hoped we didn’t become Pele’s next snack.
Just when all hope was lost … hubby spotted a beautiful sight: car tail-lights. Another half hour of trudging brought us to where the locals were parked to watch the evening light-show. Our car was parked next to an old hippie who sounded EXACTLY like Father Guido Sarducci - “I sella the Noni juice-a, I gotta this girl in Japan who moves-a 400 gallons a month … I come-a out-a here-a all-a da’ time-a to watcha da volcano, this one-a time I gotta trapped with lava all arounda me, me and-a my boy, we had quite-a da fire show, totally amazing, we tooka lots of pictures… so this here Noni-a-juice, it’s-a got lots of the antioxidants-a, buildsa your immune-a function, here’sa my card, you write-a to me and I’ll send-a you some in-a-formation… ”
Buddy liked to talk!
A few more pix. This is from the beach in Kailua, just after training and before an epic adventure to Find Lava. More later.
(as always, click for larger image)
Front squats, 5×5 with 145
Front squats, 3×10 with 105 done as antagonist pairs with 3×10 good mornings
Standing bicep curls, 3×8 with 25 a side
Neck is bothering me - seems worse after fronts, but they work well for quads. Must think about this …
Also, the foot is still bad. I trained in socks and sandals. I’m kinda getting used to it, but I miss the stability of my skate shoes for fronts. No cardio until I can walk in shoes again.
My last lean pix before
the Great Hawaiian Ice Cream Extravaganza …
I really like these shots taken by my five-year-old niece. The part that amuses me is, of course, the perspective. Here I am coming back from Timmy Ho’s (Canadian culture at it’s finest) at the Vancouver International Airport:
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When I was a little girl, after dad left and there was really no way to pay to fix the dryer, mom went back to hanging stuff out on the line to dry.
“The line” was about a hundred feet of vinyl-covered, braided-steel wire strung between two pulleys - one attached to the house, the other to the tree at the far north-west corner of our lot.
There was an indescribable sound that came off that line - an unholy, rhythmic asynchronicity from the two slightly out-of-synch pulleys that defined alpha and omega for this primitive setup. Remarkably, this exact sound greets dawn in Kona - a rhythmic, inescapable screech emitted by some breed of tropical bird … at 6:00 AM, I find myself wondering “white meat, or dark ..?.”
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