Embracing my Inner Fatty

The past couple of days at work, I've been surfing the blog world, looking for good food blogs to link to our restaurant equipment blog. I LOVE these blogs... I've linked to them from my personal blog. There are easy recipes, and hard ones too, with witty side comments and a brief look into the chef's life. I dove into these blogs - and had a hard time getting back to the other work that had to be done. I love reading the recipes, imagining how they will taste and get really excited about trying them. My favorite thing to do is go out to dinner and have some good food and some good wine. My favorite part of the book "Eat Pray Love" was the part where she goes to Italy and she spends an entire chapter describing this pizza she ate! I swear, I dream of this pizza!

Could this be my passion? Embrace it! Cook for complete strangers and have them lavish compliments over me! I could do that! I would be happy. I really want to learn how to bake. This, I'm told, takes real practice. I hope practice makes perfect because I'm short on practice and my cookies turn out crispy (read: burnt) and cakes always crack right down the middle. Betsy Crocker, I'm not!

Why can't this be my passion? Besides the fact I'd weigh 400 lbs if I ate the way I truly want to... I am decidedly too picky for food to be my passion. My list of "likes" is WAY shorter than my list of "not likes." I don't do seafood (though I try, I really do!) and I don't really enjoy most vegis. How can one consider herself a foodie, a food connoisseur, if you don't like these two major ingredients?! I could eat my body weight in sweets though, so I guess it's a good thing I'm a bad baker! My curvy, but still desirable-sized ass thanks me for that! I can't run far enough to make up for the amount of delicious sweets that I could devour in one sitting... and my poor belly aches just thinking of it...

So the search continues...

Pilates

So, I've been doing pilates for a couple of months now, and I love it. I love the strength it's building and the flexibility it's improving. I enjoy knowing my body and muscles and being aware of what muscles are working and where. They have these huge machines that look really scary and intimidating - the reformer, the chair... Not that scary once you get going, but not easy! I've found that I've gotten stronger each week, and soon I'll be able to really "do" the exercises - hopefully without collapsing onto my mat!

That being said, I don't think it's my passion. I don't want to quit my job and become an instructor. If I had to pay for it (it's quite pricey at the pilates studios) I probably would not continue. Lucky for me, I have a wonderful friend that gives me private instructions once a week, and once a week I go to the class offered at my gym. The gym class is really pretty good, but the private instruction is nice to be sure that I have the correct form.

On another note, I got my first pool lesson from my hubby last weekend... I did get some valuable tips like, "hit the ball here" and "hit it hard" or "hit it gently". All very helpful, and though I did my best to follow the instructions, I'd be sadly disappointed when the ball crashed off the wall, mere inches (INCHES!) from my target pocket. Imagine my dismay when he'd be going for the 8 ball to clinch the game and I'd still have 5 balls on the table! whoa is me. Practice makes perfect, so I'm told, so I will continue on this quest! I had fun during my lesson, and I'm pretty sure that if I don't have a bottle of wine prior to my next lesson, I'll see marked improvement!

The quest continues....

Pool

Last night I went out for a friend's birthday. This girl is so nice and sweet and sort of quiet and smiley.. and last night I witnessed her shoot pool. She was really good! I was so impressed. It reminded me of a time a couple of years ago.... another friend was going through a break up and we decided that we were going to get good at pool because everyone knows it's HOT when a girl is good at pool! What happened? Well, as it turns out, most of the places that have pool tables are smokey bars.... and some people consider it a sport - so you know I was terrible! My lungs couldn't take the massive amount of time it would have taken to get good. So, as it stands now, I am quite possibly the worst pool player you've ever seen. Seriously.

Hubby is not too bad at pool though, and he doesn't mind bars (putting it mildly).... maybe he can teach me? Maybe I can become a pool shark? I'll come in and pretend to be all bad and then start betting (and losing) a lot of money.... and then WHAM! I'll bust out my own personal cue stick and whoop up on everyone while wearing tight sexy jeans and hot heels.

A girl can dream.