Month: November 2012

INSANITY–Month 2

Today I was angry. Like super pissed. Because today I started the second month of the INSANITY program, where the workouts get harder and longer. Well today was even worse, because before I even started the 59 minute workout, I had to do the fit test, which took like another 35 minutes. Of course, I wanted to see how much I had improved over the weeks so I was pushing myself pretty hard on the fit test. I beat all of my last scores, some by a wide margin. But then when I finished with that and put on the next dvd for the Max interval circuit, I just got angry, because I was mentally checked out. The warm-up was long as hell, and then the workout just kept going and going…and going. I also did not eat enough before I started doing all this, so I was weak within minutes. My body just felt wrecked. I finished the hour long workout and kept up/pushed myself as best I could despite feeling like collapsing and …

Blackberry Clafouti

Wholefoods had (is having) a sale on blackberries, so I bought up a bunch. But they’ve been sitting in my fridge, and I know how I buy things with good intentions to do something with them and never do until part of it starts to mold. Shame. So this time I caught myself before any molding started. I thought maybe I’d just freeze them and use them in my morning smoothie, but I also wanted dessert (especially given my fridge stocked full of leafy greens after my trip to hollygrove market today). So I looked for easy recipes online that would require minimal ingredients, mostly because I didn’t want to go to the store again. And I found a recipe for clafouti, which apparently is a french dish. It’s apparently often served for breakfast, but there’s a lot of sugar in it, so we’ll call it dessert. When it came out of the oven I thought for sure I’d made a mistake judging by the texture of the breading. In my head I had prepared …

Gourmet at home

So this was supposed to have been posted like, 2 weeks ago. But anyhow, still relevant since I’m making this salmon as we speak— Last night I made a BANGING dinner. I’ve cooked salmon before but it never quite comes out as good as I would like. This time I cooked it in a pan on the stove instead of baking it in the oven, and marinated it for a few hours before hand. Crispy skin, perfectly cooked, well seasoned. I had with a side of whole wheat pasta with homemade dandelion pesto. Pretty simple, but recipes below: Salmon marinade (i didn’t really measure anything btw): olive oil soy sauce honey curry powder turmeric about 2 inches of chopped ginger –put all the ingredients in a plastic bag with the salmon and let it sit for awhile– –cook skin down until it browns (if you like a crispy skin) and then flip it over and cook it until the flesh flakes; add the remainder of the marinade in the pan for more flavor Dandelion pesto …

INSANITY–1st month complete!

Sunday’s supposed to be the day of rest throughout this process, but yesterday I just could not get it together. So I did my final workout of the first month of Insanity today. I have a week of recovery workouts and then the second month starts with longer, more intense (insane) workouts. Good timing too, because I’ve gotten a bit sick of the 5 workouts for this month–I may come to regret saying that later since I’m definitely going to get my ass kicked. But it’s all good. Small victory for finishing the first month.

Another Historical Night & Four More Years

So I know this is probably a late post, but better late than never: It’s really a privilege for me to know that for both presidential elections that I’ve been able to vote in, I’ve been able to put my vote towards making history. My very first time eligible to vote in a presidential election, I was in a swing state (Ohio) and I helped elect the first Black president in the “free” world. I think I was in the perfect place to watch that first election–in Afrikan Heritage House on my college campus, surrounded by many other first time black and latin@ voters. I remember then that it all happened so quickly. We all were a bit in disbelief that this country would allow a black man to be elected president; we just knew that some shady shit would happen to prevent its occurring and that we’d be in for a long night. Not so, literally as soon as the west coast closed the polls, Obama’s face flashed across the screen. Everyone in the …