Et ben… ça donne pas grand chose… Hugues Oyarzabal a placé la caméra sur sa tête, mais vers l’arrière. Du coup, on sait pas très bien s’il est sur une vague ou pas… Pourtant, y’avait 5_6 m ! Une technique à perfectionner !

En revanche, Hugues balance aussi un beau clip tourné avec la Go Pro HD. Un peu de tow-in (à Vanthrax semble-t-il), du stand-up et surtout de belles images à dans les tubes de Mundaka à la fin.

It’s soon time for the wonderful time known as Christmas.  Parties, drinks, family, food, desserts, visiting, baking, cooking, did I mention drinks?

I am going to do project on how to survive the holidays while trying to be healthy.  It will feature what holiday foods to nix, to keep; how to eat around the dinner so you can have a few favourites; how to squeak in workouts so the drinks/food damage can be neutralized; portion control; how to survive parties; etc etc etc.

Let the holidays begin!

In America we are known for many things. We are known to be cocky bastards who thinks our poo poo don’t stink, and we are known to eat a lot. So it is only fitting that us cocky bastards have a holiday that gives us a excuse to eat.

Am I not the only one to notice that this holiday suites us so well? This is what I do every year….

1. Wake up
2. Watch parade
3. Realize the parade is retarded
4. Take nap
5. Eat
6. Watch Football
7. Fall asleep after Detroit gets down by 3 touchdowns
8. Wake up
9. Eat pie
10. Get ready for Dallas game
11. Eat leftovers in the 3rd quarter
12. Eat pie in 4th quarter
13. Watch a movie
14. Go to bed

Now this holiday should be called Independence day since it confirms I am American, by eating, taking naps, and watching football. You see if the government really wants to get illegal aliens in our country, you will look for the people who are not eating, sleeping, and not watching football.

Americans need this day to eat away there problems, And don’t give me that crap about this day is to give thanks. Because if you were thankful you wouldn’t need a day to remind you. We celebrate this holiday to EAT and not fill guilty.

Now if you don’t mind I am going to get some turkey so I’m out.

Have a nice Thanksgiving.

 
A true American. 

November 26, 2009

Dear Diary,

I went to my nutritionist/trainer yesterday.  I was honestly scared because I haven’t been that religious about eating, and have drank a lot lately.  I didn’t gain though, still at 149lbs but I did lose a bit more body fat!

Goals is to not gain over the holidays and to improve body fat.  Maybe to make shakes that can last me all day (balanced, enough for 3 meals).

Also he showed me workouts for when I have no time to get to the gym.

Upperbody: Pushups!  Start with a set of 15.  Rest 30 seconds.  Do a set of 14, rest for 30.  Set of 13, rest for 30 and so on.  Upper body workout in a short time!

Lowerbody: Squats! Set of single leg squats, each leg.  Then wall squats.  Start at a set of 15 with 30 second breaks.  Work down to set of 1 as above.

Intervals: Do a set of pushups, squats, crunch, sprint.  Do for 15 minutes.

While making my War Bowls (see below) a number of years ago I came across this little fat soldier. He was obviously a freak manufacturing defect but to me he was special.

Hier (le 25 novembre), un bon gros swell a réveillé le spot mythique de Waimea. À l’eau, quelques européens dont Alain Riou, tout juste finaliste à Haleiwa, et Aritz Aramburu. Le team manager Quiksilver Thomas Portet se met lui dans un gros barrel du côté d’Haleiwa.

Photos: testemale/quiksilver

Tonight I am feeling exceptionally depressed.  Usually depression is there, hiding, but not far away.  Tonight it’s right here, in my face.  I have lost ana.  I don’t know where she is, where she went, but I have not at all forgotten about her.  I want her back.  Right now she is all I think about, and so it’s a wonder she doesn’t come back.  I don’t know what’s wrong.  I don’t know what’s wrong with me.  I’m looking for her, anywhere I can think.  I go online and I go looking in different people.  I just keep eating, though, like a fatass.

So I want to go away for a week.  Just be mostly by myself, without stressed, and concentrate fully on ana.  I won’t be able to binge there, so I feel like it’ll be better.  I also want to stay here, though.  My heart wants to see him. It doesn’t want to leave and miss a chance to be with him.  But my feelings for ana will hopefully be stronger.  I need her.

I was watching a documentary on ”fat people”.  Haha, the stuff I watch, you know.  The doctors said, though, that the fat cells in your body never go away after you accumulate them, they just shrink.  It made me freak out, want to cry.  I don’t want to gain any more fat cells.  It’s disgusting.  It sounds disgusting and it looks disgusting and everyone knows it.  I’ve had so many people telling me if I just tried to be healthy that I would lose weight, and actually be able to keep it off.  But this documentary just proves further the things I’ve already known.  Half of fat people don’t even lose the weight, and the percentage of the ones who do and keep it off are even less.  That’s not going to be me.  I’m not going to waste my time, losing two pounds a freaking week.

I feel like the people around me need to change, too.  Or I need to get rid of them.  I feel like they just make me fatter.  When I go somewhere with someone who is fat, or when I am introducing someone I know to someone else I know who is fat, I always feel the need to tell them before, “they’re fat.  i already know.  they’re fat, and i do hate it”.  I want to say it, and maybe even have said it a few times.  but I don’t want to think I’m more fat just because of someone else being fat.  Does anyone else feel that way?

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving.  Lots of food; shit.  But Friday I leave, and I hope I’ll fast.  I hope that there’s enough memory left of ana that I can do that.  And find her in the process.  A side note, I haven’t weighed myself in a while.  Way too fucking scared.

stay strong, lovelies.

So since some “unflattering” shots of Gemma Ward have surfaced people have been calling the model fat and saying that’s why she took a break from the business. Well, I say Gemma looks just healthy and normal … kind of like the rest of us, you know the people who aren’t models. It’s quite shameful that since she’s developed a healthier figure she’s been criticized and called names. Her former figure was toothpick like and just plain unflattering. I’ve never been a big fan of her, or found her extremely beautiful, but give her a break please!

Me Today

After 2 weeks of gaining weight and not loosing anything i finally I did it!!!!  I lost 2 kilos :D well heehe 1.8 I am the biggest loser for this week Check out the stats

 3 Weeks to go!!!    Im in 3rd place overall in the running…. I hope that i keep loosing from now till I see my boys   (My Finace Dec 23  and Backstreet Boys Dec 17)

Feeling inspired.

Ok, yes..it’s reality TV, but I can relate to this show. And watching, while feeling inspired, I feel guilty as well. Guilty, and like I failed or something. I ate like crap tonight…not junk, but carby and my portions sucked. I feel like a fatty.

I dislike nights where Pam works…I feel like there’s no time for me. I feel I need to feed K, feed PG…get them ready for bed, and then make something for me to eat. By then it’s 7:30 and I’m starving. Like tonight…damnit. I need to meal plan better, or have an afternoon snack later…something.

I don’t know why I’m dwelling…well, probably because I feel I let myself down, I feel ashamed maybe, embarrassed and maybe a little angry.

I need to get in to see an RD…

Going to do the dishes and try to stop dwelling.

Tonight we were going to partake in our usual night before thanksgiving tradition. We usually take extremely lean ground beef, mix it with onion, stuff it in a pita and top it with cheese to make our pre-thanksgiving meal. Well, I was awakened to a horrible sight when I cut open my roll of 93% lean beef that I purchased yesterday at Harris Teeter.

This 2lb roll of Harris Teeter brand beef was encased by a thick layer of pure fat. The core of the roll was also nothing but a solid chunk of fat. This brings up several concerns to me. The first concern is the fat content. Can we really trust any fat content labeling of meat? Many people are on tough diets for heart conditions. Those very people must have the leanest cuts of meat possible. Are those people being falsely informed? My second concern lies in the packaging process. If this large chunk of meat can pass through the packing line without being caught; what else could make it’s way into my package of meat? Is it possible that foreign objects could make their way into my meat? My third concern lies in the attached nutritional information. Government standards require this to be accurate. Obviously in this case, the nutritional information was not accurate.

I want to know what happened here. I want a response from Harris Teeter regarding this meat.

I don’t know if it’s because it’s summertime, or perhaps because there’s just a month ’till Christmas… but yesterday at the mall I saw something I haven’t seen before.

Other fatties.

Not the inbetweenies, not the ‘conventionally overweight’, but people of *my* size. Usually I’m the only one, or there may be one more. Which is very few, especially when you consider the suburb I live in has a fairly big Pacific Island population.

It was nice to see I’m not alone. I’m used to being the largest person in the room, shop, building, street. I used to agonise over it, now I ignore it, but I’m always aware of it. It felt odd to not be the odd (wo)man out.

Fat people do NOT look good in fishnets. At all.

Check this out!

http://nutritiondiva.quickanddirtytips.com/

It’s one of our faves, providing quick and dirty tips on how to eat healthy, decipher nutritional fads and trends, and dispel some of those myths out there.

In honor of the Thanksgiving holiday, she does an entertaining podcast on some of the nutritional lore that surrounds the holidays. Does turkey really make you sleepy? What’s the healthiest kind of pie? And the one that blew us away…did you know the average person eats close to 5,000 calories on Thanksgiving? But “if the scale reads several pounds higher on Friday morning than it did on Thursday morning, take it with a grain of salt. The excess calories are the equivalent of less than a pound of stored fat. Most of that weight gain is temporary. Getting back to your normal eating and exercise patterns will probably bring your weight back to normal in relatively short order.” Good to know, right?

My favorite takeaway is her point that one big holiday dinner isn’t going to make you fat. Don’t focus on your best days or your worst days because ultimately that is not going to determine your overall health. It’s how you eat and exercise on a daily basis that really matters. Remember…making something habit? So, move your body tomorrow morning, eat till you’re full but not stuffed, and go for a little stroll after wards. Buon Appetito!

Quick Tip from Nutrition Diva: Sweet Potatoes Top White Potatoes

Sweet potatoes may taste like a decadent treat, but did you know that they’re actually a little lower in calories than white potatoes? They’re also more nutritious, providing more fiber and vitamins A and C. Of course, all bets are off when they’re candied in brown sugar with marshmallows on top. Sweet potatoes are perfectly delicious–and much more nutritious–without all the sugary toppings. Bake them in their jackets or cut into cubes, toss with a bit of oil and salt, and roast at 350 degrees for about 30 minutes.

by sylvia

It’s quiet here.  Which I’m grateful for.  Thanksgiving Eve, and I’m just waiting for all the work bombs to drop before I can actually leave the office and get ready for some gluttony over Thanksgiving.

So while I’m riding out this work day, I thought I would share with you some links for your enjoyment (maybe) in case you are in a situation similar to mine (which is bored and/or at work and/or not feeling like doing any actual work):

Travolta & Williams’ Greatest Misses - a photogallery from Television Without Pity highlighted two of my least favorite stars – John Travolta and Robin Williams – and the terrible movies they have made

List of the Day Glamour Shots - who doesn’t love a Glamour Shot?  And BTW, that may or may not be me in that first picture

Rules for Attending Your Child’s Sporting Events – now I don’t have any kids, but I’ve bookmarked this site so I know how to raise ‘em, and to tell other people with children what they are doing wrong

A Fish With Humanoid Teeth - scary and gross.  I warned you.

A Mr. Rogers Quiz - I got an 80%, bitches.  Maybe it’s because I have my own neighborly connection to Mr. Rogers and drank a Coke at his house once….

Cookie Warming Fail - mmm….cookies….mmmm….Owen….

My Favorite LOLCAT

Mugshot Roundup from The Smoking Gun – always a great reminder to stay the hell out of trouble this weekend

The Secrets of The Sparkle - yes, we’ve linked to this Twilight thingie before, but it’s such a great time waster!

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!!

creepy

It’s not a gang sign… it stands for Waffle House.

(Jonah Hill)

You should get down with Jabba

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I know I mentioned weening off the drinking before my surgery before, but last night I was taught quite a lesson! I am blown away by how low my tolerance has become after just a few months of eating healthier. I went to a happy hour with some work friends to congratulate a girl for getting a new job. I stayed there for two hours, eating appetizers and slowly sipping on three glasses of wine.

Before, that much wine in that amount of time would have affected me like water. Last night, I walked out of the bar feeling like I shouldn’t drive. Wow! And because of this, I had to sober up. I went to Jimmy John’s, ate a sandwich, then went to Caribou for some coffee. My choice to drink led to more horrible choices.

Like I said, I learned a valuable lesson last night.

The internet, the cowardly faggots guise to act like a badass faggot.

A friend of mine commented on this loser guys video on Youtube; where this guys fat loser friends are doing MMA and backyard fighting and shit, litterally my friend wrote “ you guys blow, my sister could take you all down“.
Big deal? Pretty innocent really…
All of a sudden this guy, who btw is a big, fat ugly immigrante from mexico or something, goes all bananas and writes these long derogatory comments to my friend, with sexist slurs and mocking his martial arts, calling him a ballerina, among many things.

Haha, I think this was very funny so I just had to write my thoughts back to that fat loser guy; then he goes banans on me too and for the past hours we’ve been throwing back and forth several long swearing comments at eachother.
I find it all so hillarious because this guy is such a loser, his grammar and spelling is so awful but what is most fun is that I play the game taunting him racially and appearance wise.

-Im like ” no hablo español” and ” learn ingles, por favor“, haha.

To demonstrate what he wrote, here is an excerpt “ u lil bitch ho u aint nothing shit u think u tough cuz u on the internet but in real life u aint shit u come on over to my place i fuck u up the ass u like hat dont you fucking ballerina boy , lol ur mom happy u boy turned into a girl you be dancing with ur flips u aint nothing u fight u lose against my boys, pussy “
Now he is also spamming my videos writing “ I hope everybody knows youre a racist” just because I got into his ‘argument’ with my friend…urgh, I just write back “ immigrante!“.
I suppose by now most people know I am somewhat of a racist at times, but who isnt?
That comment was of little magnitude…
Yeah, sometimes it is okay to be an ass on the internet, if you GOTTA reply back an even bigger ass hole…
This guy…how can you take him seriously?       vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv

But then again, maybe I shouldnt have replied at all?
I could have been the adult in this situaiton because apparently he is not

Then again, I dont usually use my ‘internet asshole’ powers to their full extent so this was just something to let some steam out…and it was goooood.
This blog doesnt count cuz this here be serious shit!

Still confused, obviously.

Today is apparently technically Wednesday, but it sure as hell feels like Friday.  I’m even wearing JEANS! 

Last night I went to Spin with my friend.  It was good.  It was weird to be in the back of the room, not the front.  It was a good class.  Different from how I structure mine, which is not bad, just different. 

Starting soon, I’m going to be teaching 2-3 classes per week, including a 90 min class every other Saturday.  Eeek!  That ought to keep me moving.  All of my classes now are 60 minutes, so I need to spend some quality time revising them to be able to go a full 90 minutes.  I’m a little concerned that this class is too long for a lot of people, but we shall see how it goes. 

I got up and ran 5 miles this morning on the treadmill.  Nice to have it out of the way for today.  I have crap to do tonight. 

Yesterday I ended up at ~1571 calories for the day.  Mostly clean, with the exception of the Clif Kids bar I had before Spin and the Baked Scoops I had with my soup…  and who knows about the Japanese Pan Noodles I had at Noodles for lunch.  But still, not too bad.  I am relieved to see the scale moving down from the alarming high on Monday morning of 196.  One hundred and ninety fucking six.  I was at 188 about 3 weeks ago, so this is ricockulous.  This morning it was around 194, so that is at least going the right way. 

Can I power-whine here for a second?  All of my clothes are too tight.  That is what happens when you gain 8 lbs in three weeks, I guess.  Fuckers.  So what sucks is that I’m even more uncomfortable than usual in my clothes.  I’m rarely comfy, because I’m always worried I look fat, or you can see my rolls, or whatever.  I’m so sick of it.  I can’t even imagine what it must be like to put on clothes and not worry like this.  Or have that fear that even when you are maintaining your weight, that somehow something won’t fit anymore, especially if you haven’t worn it in a while. 

I will be happy to get a few more pounds off so that my clothes don’t feel like sausage casings, and so that I’m at least comfy with my level of fat-roll-showing.  Soon.  I’m headed the right way.

I leave tomorrow morning, and I haven’t even packed lol. I’m at work right now. My brother in law came to visit, he is taking me to the airport inshAllah, because DH has to work. I was talking to my sister this morning, and she was laughing at me. So I’m overweight. I’m shaped like well not a pear, but I’m bottom heavy( proportioned).

I’m talking about my body for a reason. All of the women in my family have large hips and thighs. If I was more of an apple shape( big stomache no hips) seats would be less tricky. I know I’m rambling but I promise I have a point. Airplane seats are small. I have this fear of one day sitting in a seat and the attendant telling me to buy a second seat, or telling me I’m too fat, the plane is over booked and I need to get off. My sister said I’m ridiculous, and reminded me that we flew together. But I had to lift up the arm. Alhumdulilah my sister was sitting next to me. I remember once I went in the bathroom and this blonde girl was on the toilet complaining about a fat women who’s butt was in her seat.

I felt mortified for that woman, whoever she was. Anyways this has made me paranoid anytime I fly. I’m so scared and paranoid about it, I usually just ride the bus. Yes the bus, or I drive. Sometimes it takes me a whole day, when I could just fly and be there in 6 hours.

I told my friend Khadra. She laughed so hard, and said I was being ridiculous and said she would smack me if I said that to her in person. I watch too much tv. I was watching that show airline, and this woman had to buy a second seat. I wanted to cry for her. She was in tears on the phone with her dad asking for him to buy a second seat, she said it’s because she’s too fat. Anyways these thoughts hit me, after I purchased my ticket. I was like why am I panicking all of a sudden? Why am I freaking out. I haven’t seen my momma in 4 months I miss her.

*sigh* I need a nap. Maybe I should wear a girdle. I have so much to do. My friend Stephanie has asked me to get her some popeyes chicken LOL, there isn’t one near her. Imagine a fat woman getting on a plane smelling like chicken.

Ya Allah!

Twas the night of Thanksgiving,
but I just couldn’t sleep.
I tried counting backwards,
I tried counting sheep.

The leftovers beckoned -
the dark meat and white
but I fought the temptation
with all of my might.

Tossing and turning with anticipation,
the thought of a snack became infatuation.
So, I raced to the kitchen, flung open the door,
and gazed at the fridge, full of goodies galore!
Gobbled up turkey and buttered potatoes,
pickles and carrots, beans and tomatoes.

I felt myself swelling so plump and so round,
’til all of a sudden, I rose off the ground.
I crashed through the ceiling, floating into the sky,
with a mouthful of pudding and a handful of pie.
I managed to yell as I soared past the trees….
Happy eating to all – pass the cranberries, please.

May your stuffing be tasty.
May your turkey be plump.
May your potatoes ‘n gravy have nary a lump.
May your yams be delicious.
May your pies take the prize.
May your Thanksgiving dinner stay off of your thighs!!

HAPPY THANKSGIVING FROM HOTTYWOOD HELPS!

The price of beauty!

by sylvia

A while ago, I wrote a post about my neuroses regarding how I look and feeling bad because I wasn’t “beautiful” but was ok with being cute, because I like cute things better than beautiful things.  The post was called “Are You Beautiful“, and it was, like a lot of the stuff I write, cathartic and cleansing for me to get out there.

But the other day, someone commented on this semi-old post, and as I read it, I thought “Wow, I feel bad for that girl.  She is really down on herself and I hope she is able to pull out of it.  I totally feel for her.”

Until I got to the end:

P/S: I DONT MEAN TO LOWER YOUR CONFIDENCE OR ANYTHING BUT UNNATRACTIVE PEOPLE ONLY GET THE ‘CUTE’ REMARK. WANT TO KNOW WHY?

CUTE MEANS……….

ugly but adorable…. SORRY.

OUCH.

Really?  You’re telling me that I’m ugly?  Sure, I’ve heard that one before.  And worse things, too.  But here I was feeling bad for you because you felt so bad about yourself, and I quote:

I like this post a lot especially because I feel the same way as the writer. I have been self-loathing myself ever since I realised people NEED to look some way to be ACCEPTED. In high school, the pretty girls get all the advantage and ever since I’ve been trying to improve my looks. I am not fat, not thin either…somewhere in the middle. But if you would ask me what I would change about myself, I will give you a million answers. I feel embarassed everytime I am out with my friends because they look like top models. Sometimes I feel I look okay but the feeling is so delicate. It doesnt help that people around me are sO hypocritical. Everything from my hair to my feet had received numerous harsh comments. I hated mirrors ever since. I hated taking photographs too. Everything that remind me of myself would only make me feel worse. Sometimes I feel like going out with a brown bag over my head. Only then, I would feel safe. I would do anything to be beautiful.

I sense some projection, some self-hate, and there is also a possibility of trolliness in that comment. 

And I’m trying not to take it personally, because this person doesn’t know me, but I would be lying if I said it didn’t bother me.  Not because some random commenter might think I’m ugly, but more because this random commenter has probably been called “cute” on more than one occasion, and probably hates herself for it.  Which is wrong.  I don’t know what this girl looks like, but based on her comment, it’s obvious her self-esteem is in the toilet.  And as someone who knows what that is like, I know it can affect how others see you and what you “look” like.

But seriously – do you think CUTE = UGLY but ADORABLE? 

And no, Bianca – I’m not fishing for compliments….I’m curious how y’all feel about it…

Now I’ve got something else to obsess over….sheesh

A little effort can result in BIG calorie savings!

Tomorrow’s Thanksgiving! Naturally, high on our lists of things to be thankful for is the abundance of food we enjoy on that—and every—day.

Also in great abundance in holiday foods: calories in the form of sugars and fat. Calories aren’t our enemy. But an overabundance of calories can be.

So here are some tips to cut the calorie count of your favorite holiday dishes:

1. Going homemade can make a HUGE difference in the calorie count of your traditional favorites. Take cranberry sauce, for example. If you buy it canned, you’re getting two-thirds of a cup of sugar (488 calories) per can! If you make it yourself, you can use artificial sweetener instead of sugar. Savings: 81 calories per serving.

2. Use lowfat versions of ingredients. For instance, try substituting lowfat buttermilk in your mashed potatoes. Tasty AND low-fat / low-cal!

3. Especially if your crowd is small, try cooking a turkey breast rather than a whole turkey. Breast meat is much lower in fat and calories than dark meat.

4. Shun creamed veggies. Instead, steam them. They’ll retain more nutrients in addition to containing fewer calories and fat grams. (Just go easy on that butter! Try spray-on butter-flavored margarine instead.)

5. Go whole wheat. Whole wheat breads and rolls are not only higher in fiber, they’re also lower in calories.

So there you have them: 5 tips for a healthier holiday menu. Remember: You have the POWER!