I spent the day cooking up a feast of Middle Eastern delights, specifically, recipes from Ottolenghi’s cookbook Jerusalem. I normally do all of the weeks’ cooking ahead of time, and I have been getting bored of hard boiled eggs and roasted chicken thighs. Every week. Week after week after week. Also, our CSA vegetables are… Read More In which I cook a lot of Mediterranean food
Malaria. Yikes. Scary. Especially when you have kids. And for whatever reason, easy to understand information on the options for prophalxis for FS families can be hard to to find. I got an email a few weeks ago asking my opinion, and since, as my loyal readers know, I am a woman of STRONG opinions,… Read More Malaria Meds and the Foreign Service
One of the most frustrating things about long term training in DC is how hard it is to spend real time with my kids. Time that isn’t rushing around getting me ready for work in the morning and them ready for daycare. Time that isn’t cooking or cleaning in the evening. Time that isn’t… Read More Cuddle monster on the bus
The best way to get one-on-one time with the coaches at my gym box is to finish last. I like to think it’s because the coaches are admiring my determination and fortitude, but I’m pretty sure it’s only because they’re worried Imma hurt myself. My box appears to have some rhyme and reason to its… Read More Diary of a Fat Crossfitter – Time cap? What time cap?
It’s “benchmark week” at my box gym, whatever that means. I think it means a lot of pain, but I could be wrong. No, wait, I’m probably right. Expect it to be described in excruciating and profane detail at the end of the week. Until then, here are a few articles that have crossed my radar in… Read More Diary of a Fat CrossFitter – Things I’ve Been Reading
Two friends, both of whom I respect greatly, have shared criticisms of a recent post I wrote about a CrossFit class. Kool-Aid isn’t paleo, but if it were, I’d certainly have drunk it. Instead of promising to write a glossary and then not doing it, I’m just going to provide a (profanity-free*) translation. I went… Read More Diary of a Fat CrossFitter – In Translation
Someone called me a badass at the gym last night. That is all.deeo
I went to CrossFit on Thursday because I looked at the WOD and said to myself, “Running? Partner metcon? FUCK THIS SHIT, I’m staying home.” So of course I went, because I’m not about to be like, “Wah wah wah, I only do metcons I like.” And of course, there was neither a partner workout… Read More Diary of a Fat CrossFitter – At CFSA, they are apparently called “Scotts”