Finally got around to making that Paprika Chicken recipe I reblogged a couple of weeks ago. I switched a couple of things up like adding orange, red, and yellow bell peppers and half a can of tomato paste and way more pepper. It smells super good. I can’t wait until it’s done cooking so I can fuck that shit up!
I’m taking the next 40 days to sacrifice quite a few of the things that I LOVE, so I’m expecting it to be a challenging Lent. Whatever you’re giving up, I wish you a happy and successful Lent! if things get hard marinate a bit on this verse from Matthew 6:25:
Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes?
Fact: This is only the second Lent I’ve participated in even though I’ve been a Christian since I was 7. The churches I grew up in/attended never participated. I really enjoy the whole concept of it so I’m glad i started participating.
a smile on my face but fear in my eyes
If you can remember way back when to the last time I updated about my fitness journey, my personal trainer Quentin stopped working at my gym and I had to start training with a new one. I took this news super hard b/c I liked Quentin because he challenged me but the workout wasn’t so hard that I dreaded going to the gym. I actually started to like working out and would feel accomplished after a session with him. They gym manager assured me that my new trainer, who coincidentally was also named Quentin, was even better and scheduled a session for me with Quentin 2.0.
Quentin 2.0 tried to kill me.
I know I’m prone to hyperbole, but I legit feel like training with him could have ended my damn life. I felt terrible after the workout (dizzy, nauseous and I felt like a failure) and it took me all damn day to recuperate. I have shit to do. I can’t take a whole Saturday recovering from a workout.
The workout was so tough that I didn’t go to the gym for a full week afterwards. When I saw that the gym was going to take money out my account whether I showed up or not, I scheduled another appointment with 2.0 yesterday. Before we started, I told him that shit he tried last week wasn’t going to fly and that he’d have to modify the routine or he’d never see me again. Luckily he’s a sensible man and the workout yesterday was GREAT! Hopefully it’ll be the start of a great training relationship.
The takeaway from this rambling ass post is this, don’t be scared to talk to your trainers. They (usually) genuinely want you to reach your goals. Nobody wins if you don’t show up.
Gah. Totally posted to the wrong blog. Dah well. Here ya go.