Sunday, January 29, 2012
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Read Closely...biggest mistake of the day!
My friend Reebs, who's in the pink Converse below, sent me this pic today. At work they discovered that there was a little typo with these wine tags....
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Episode 3..In the Kitchen
Getting down in the kitchen for You Know..Episode 3!
Chavocado Pudding is a very easy recipe that is a great source of high calories for CF peeps, and a not too guilty of a desert or snack for the rest of the world.
Here are the specs:
1 very soft avocado
1/4 cup cocoa powder
1/4 cup almond milk...I use unsweetened vanilla (or coconut milk)
1/4 agave nectar..you can sub in honey
1 teaspoon pure vanilla bean
Throw it all in and blend until smooth...maybe top with some diced banana or berries and there ya go!
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Friday, January 13, 2012
Fat Sick & Nearly Dead
I was browsing the Netflix streaming site last night looking for a good flick and I can't lie, the streaming options are pretty weak. Too broke to add the DVD portion, I just use what I get for $7 a month. As you know I am kind of a health freak so any movie or show that involves exercise or diet issues will catch my eye. Fat Sick & Nearly Dead was what I settled on.
This is a documentary that follows an Australian dude named Joe who is on a mission to drop some big pounds, get off of his medication that treats his autoimmune disease and get his life back in check. What's his plan? To drive across the USA with a juicer in tow only drinking fresh juice for 60 days.
On his trip Joe stops in small towns, big cities, truck stops and restaurants and speaks with American's about what he is doing. He also talks to people about the importance of eating micros nutrients; basically real food, food that is not processed and makes up only 5% of the American Diet..REALLY!!!! Processed food is 70%. BARF.
The one thing that continues to blow my mind is how selfish and how big of babies American's can be! A majority of the people he interviews (majority being obese or morbidly obese) immediately dismiss what he is doing saying " I could or would never do that!" or "I will eat what I want as long as I die happy." Statements like this being said by a man sitting next to his teenage son. Does he not want to watch the kid grow up, go to college, maybe get married and start a family? Or the people who have suffered a heart attack or have Type 2 Diabetes caused by their lifestyle who admit that neither of those will change the way they eat or exercise...this is SO selfish and drives me insane. "We're all going to die one day, so why not die happy!" If happy is eating terrible food that brings on high medical bills and an inconvenient life then go for it..
Sometimes I compare this to my life and say, "ya know I have CF and I will die young so I'm not going to do meds or take care of myself. This is a selfish and pretty soft way of going about life and my family and friends would be pissed." It's the same thing people!
The most amazing part of this film is when Joe is at a truck stop and discovers Phil, a truck driver who is morbidly obese but shares the same autoimmune disease with Joe. Joe gets him to try some juice and talks to him about the importance of micro nutrients and tells Phil that he is there to help him if he ever needs it. They part ways and we don't hear from Phil until Joe is back in Australia. He gets a distressing call from Phil saying he needs Joe's help. After meeting with is doc Phil starts with a 10 day juice fast. In just those 10 days he loses 30 lbs, his heart is functioning better and his flare ups are reduced. He decides to go with a 30 day and then right into the 60 day juice fast. Phil loses an absolutely insane amount of weight, gets off his meds and looks and feels great. My favorite is Phil's transition from a very depressed and quiet guy who is hiding behind something. By the end of the film he is running, swimming, going to the gym and teaching others about nutrition! So amazing!
So I say check this film out! I'm not interesting in juice fasting but I am hoping to add a shit ton of fresh juice into my already healthy diet! B-day is next month...juicer juicer juicer..hint hint!
Monday, January 9, 2012
Namaste...
People are awesome and they make my world go round. For real.
After yoga tonight I popped into Trader Joe's for one of my 5 times a week visits. While perusing my favorite aisle, the cereal aisle, I noticed someone starting at me. I glanced up and realized I did not know this person so I picked up a random box of cereal and started reading the ingredients.."that's a lot of sugar" I said to myself. Still sizing me up 30 seconds later I became nervous. I wondered what was coming next. A proposition perhaps? That wouldn't have gone well though judging by the first glance.
I finally look up and this gal blurts out "Do you do yoga?" Holding my yoga mat in my left hand I thought to myself, "nope, I always just carry around a yoga mat with me." Instead I responded with " I sure do." She then asks, "Is it hard?!" Hmm...I said "It is..but really you make it what you want and every class is different. You should try it." A quick "Thank you" from her and I was outta there.
I ran to the check out to find Reebs and Steph. While waiting in line I saw a shopping cart roll by that was SO full I couldn't believe it. Literally, and I do not use that term loosely...the cart was literally overflowing with bread, nuts, bananas and so much more. Who was pulling that cart? My new yogi of course.
Namaste,
Emily
After yoga tonight I popped into Trader Joe's for one of my 5 times a week visits. While perusing my favorite aisle, the cereal aisle, I noticed someone starting at me. I glanced up and realized I did not know this person so I picked up a random box of cereal and started reading the ingredients.."that's a lot of sugar" I said to myself. Still sizing me up 30 seconds later I became nervous. I wondered what was coming next. A proposition perhaps? That wouldn't have gone well though judging by the first glance.
I finally look up and this gal blurts out "Do you do yoga?" Holding my yoga mat in my left hand I thought to myself, "nope, I always just carry around a yoga mat with me." Instead I responded with " I sure do." She then asks, "Is it hard?!" Hmm...I said "It is..but really you make it what you want and every class is different. You should try it." A quick "Thank you" from her and I was outta there.
I ran to the check out to find Reebs and Steph. While waiting in line I saw a shopping cart roll by that was SO full I couldn't believe it. Literally, and I do not use that term loosely...the cart was literally overflowing with bread, nuts, bananas and so much more. Who was pulling that cart? My new yogi of course.
Namaste,
Emily
Sunday, January 8, 2012
The Sound of...WTH?!
Someone's gotta be messing with me!
I wake this am just like I do every morning, with a glass of whiskey in my hand, singing away. Ok the whiskey part is false but I usually wake up with a song in my head. As I'm out pouring my coffee I start singing "High on a hill with a lonely goatherd...lady oh du lady oh du lay he whoooo..." In my head and thinking what the hell show is this from and why am I singing it?
I figure it out, The Sound of Music of course. I take some time to ponder what the song is even about, why it's in the show and again, why am I singing it. After giving up on that thought I go about my day.
A few hours later I put on my running gear and headed out for a run. As I'm about 3/4 of the way done and I run by a little Gelato & Coffee cafe I hear some alpine music coming from within..could it be?! It sure the hell was!! Right as I'm running by their door I hear "High on a hill with a lonely goatherd..lady oh du lady oh du lay he whoooo." I say to myself "are you f'ing kidding me?!" The only song I sang today was this. The only song I heard on my run was this one. How? Why? What the hell?
Needless to say the run home my mind was going crazy and I almost stopped running a few times because my mind was working so hard.
That's my life.
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Christmas....1990
Wow. This weekend I found the Schaller video camera and all the tapes from 1990 to 2000. I am currently reliving my Christmas from 1990. First Christmas Eve Dinner and presents post church at grandma Schaller's house, Santa and presents on Christmas morning at our house and finally Christmas day with the Quandts. The Quandts are my mom's side of the family and there is nobody like them! Serisously...if someone can find me a family as hysterical and unique let me know, I'm willing to put some money down...but I aint got much.
Christmas morning was like this. Adam left a note and presents for Santa and Rudolph, fake shit and a can where the worms pop out when you open them. Pretty basic morning. We tear through everything, super excited about the goods while our dog is annoyingly barking non stop in the back. After us brats get everything we want, my dad hands mom a big present to open. She rips the paper, opens the Hudson's box and realizes she bought that present for my dad...she opened my dad's gift. Classic sleep deprived parent move.
Now I'm at the Quandt family Christmas at my grandparent's house...my bro's and I are there with my parents, grandma Helen, grandpa Bob, Uncle Doug & Nick. My mom is video'ing while talking on the phone with Uncle Bob and Aunt Aly who are in New Jersey. She is also dictating the whole thing. We open uncle Doug and Nick's presents, incredibly fluorescent hats and turtlenecks and immediately put them on for a group pic where my mother calls us her "Retarded Children." Of course I've banned that word but in the 90's it was fair game and used very liberally. Outrageous...I'm wearing a flowery number with a bow headband. My brothers are wearing bowl cuts, zits and speaking in puberty laden voices. Jason gets a Slaughter guitar tab book, Adam a dinosaur toy and I scream with excitement when I get more basketball cards.
My Grandpa is the star of this show though. Uncle Bob got him a cordless telephone (whoooooa...really!) and my grandpa fires a "I'll never stop talking now!" and then looks right into the camera and says "Thanks Bob...ya ass-hollle." If you know my grandpa then you know this sounds about right. He and my dad got matching saws and when he opened his he said with a giant denture mouthed smile "thish is great for cutting off headsh.." Grandpa had dentures and his S's sounded like Sh's.."shix, shevin, shix" means 6-7-6. This man was one of a kind.
I didn't get to see the Christmas meal on here but I'm sure dinner rolls, sons of bitches, ass holes, and rounds of laughter were thrown endlessly around the table. There was nothing I loved more than this day each year and I really do miss it. All I gotta say is that I need to write this all into a short story!
Now, onto watching myself ice skate in the backyard and the horror movie my friends and I made 15 years ago. The 90's were amazing.
Christmas morning was like this. Adam left a note and presents for Santa and Rudolph, fake shit and a can where the worms pop out when you open them. Pretty basic morning. We tear through everything, super excited about the goods while our dog is annoyingly barking non stop in the back. After us brats get everything we want, my dad hands mom a big present to open. She rips the paper, opens the Hudson's box and realizes she bought that present for my dad...she opened my dad's gift. Classic sleep deprived parent move.
Now I'm at the Quandt family Christmas at my grandparent's house...my bro's and I are there with my parents, grandma Helen, grandpa Bob, Uncle Doug & Nick. My mom is video'ing while talking on the phone with Uncle Bob and Aunt Aly who are in New Jersey. She is also dictating the whole thing. We open uncle Doug and Nick's presents, incredibly fluorescent hats and turtlenecks and immediately put them on for a group pic where my mother calls us her "Retarded Children." Of course I've banned that word but in the 90's it was fair game and used very liberally. Outrageous...I'm wearing a flowery number with a bow headband. My brothers are wearing bowl cuts, zits and speaking in puberty laden voices. Jason gets a Slaughter guitar tab book, Adam a dinosaur toy and I scream with excitement when I get more basketball cards.
My Grandpa is the star of this show though. Uncle Bob got him a cordless telephone (whoooooa...really!) and my grandpa fires a "I'll never stop talking now!" and then looks right into the camera and says "Thanks Bob...ya ass-hollle." If you know my grandpa then you know this sounds about right. He and my dad got matching saws and when he opened his he said with a giant denture mouthed smile "thish is great for cutting off headsh.." Grandpa had dentures and his S's sounded like Sh's.."shix, shevin, shix" means 6-7-6. This man was one of a kind.
I didn't get to see the Christmas meal on here but I'm sure dinner rolls, sons of bitches, ass holes, and rounds of laughter were thrown endlessly around the table. There was nothing I loved more than this day each year and I really do miss it. All I gotta say is that I need to write this all into a short story!
Now, onto watching myself ice skate in the backyard and the horror movie my friends and I made 15 years ago. The 90's were amazing.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
You Know..Pilot Episode
My New Years Resolution for 2012 is to show my life to the world..this will be crazy, funny, scary, outrageous and maybe other things. The "You Know"show on my YouTube (www.youtube.com/irockcf) channel will be my silver stage, my screen, my..... you know... So get your popcorn poppin'! 5 minutes once a week is what you get..so subscribe to the channel & read this blog and you will be treating yourself to 5 minutes of fun.
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