Hello Living SXinnard fans and general population of not-too-accessible-blog readers.
I learned something last week that I wish to share. No matter what; if I practice the habit of having 100 oz. of SXinney Water and always take my cRave even a bad week won't destroy my overall eating performance. So my quest to find my personal hawtness peak wasn't damaged by a couple flaky eating episodes. Yes I had a meal that consisted only of cake frosting; I know what you're probably going to say to this: "Who with correct mental health balance does this?" My answer: "Exactly! 90% of the week was in correct metal balance; 10% was spent cracking the 7th seal of insane eating hell." Due to what? I don't really want to go into the whole my-personal-life-explosions story, but I will tell you it was slightly more than the smaller issue of over fertilizing my house plants. The most important nugget of enlightenment I took away from the whole experience was the importance of forming the SXinney water / cRave habits which saved my week and kept me from experiencing one of the worst sugar hang-overs in recorded history. The habit I have of drinking Liv SXinney and eating cRave made the process automatic, even when the fire hail of my week started to pour down on my head, my reactive mind was set to auto-SXinney. Another thing I would like to share here is that last week I was pretty isolated from the world at large, which after reading about the hungry ghost I saw that I'm better off talking to my Liv SXinney buddies (which there are many) than hanging around the kitchen with some sugary-voodoo-princess running loose in my brain making me dance for frosting and coco-puffs.
I didn't lose any weight last week, but the better news is I didn't gain and I didn't give up. I know that my good habits are pretty entrenched now and even when the F.A.R. (forces against Rainy) wins a battle; I am winning the war.
I encourage everyone to Liv SXinney and read the SXinney links written by my friends. If you'd like to join our Liv SXinney world I am Liv SXinney licensed to hook you up. Just email me or leave a comment.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Sunday, June 22, 2008
cRavetini
There's nothing like a refreshing cRavetini anytime of day. It's important to keep suitable glassware on hand. (Keeping cRave and Liv SXinney on hand goes without saying).
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Tips for a perfect world from Rainy
Green Tip:If one passenger per each flight in the world this year weighed 1 pound less drinking Liv SXinney, there would be enough fuel saved to fly a Boeing 737 around the world 474 times!
Today 6/12/08 - day 12 of my exercise program. This program does not include running. I will run if I spot a zombie army heading up my street, but that's hardly an event worth training for because zombies move very slowly. I know this because I am Editor in Chief of both Zombie Times and True Zombie Magazine. The only people who get caught by zombies are those who stumble and break a leg, are rescuing a kitten or haven't been properly trained to identify a zombie from their weird uncle.
So what do I do to get my aerobic exercises daily? I'm happy to answer this; I think I have tailor made a program that suits me perfectly. First if you are in my office and you notice my door is shut, this does not mean I have left the building, this signifies that I am doing my "Air Drummer" workout at my desk. Don't bother trying the lock, I'm probably in at least 10 minutes into 20 minutes of the long version "Free Bird" of my air drum solo with my MP3-cell phone blasting in my ears between calls. Air Drummer keeps my heart rate up and it builds my shoulders when I reach for my air cymbals.
The next part of my aerobics comes in the form of multi-tasking. I have this monitor I can strap on my arm to measure my heart, steps, breathing and total calories burned doing anything while I have it on and I found (quite by mistake I assure you) that vacuuming my carpet burned as many calories as running on my elliptical. If I actually vacuumed my stairs I could enter an iron man competition. Then if Luc Van Lierde ever snidely asks why I'm never at the gym; I can fire back with "Ya when was the last time you vacuumed my stairs?"
I still have to use weights to build muscles, but with my own special program I have 40 minutes aerobic work-out; spotless carpets and will soon be auditioning with garage bands.
Liv SXinney makes me feel good!
- Rainy
Today 6/12/08 - day 12 of my exercise program. This program does not include running. I will run if I spot a zombie army heading up my street, but that's hardly an event worth training for because zombies move very slowly. I know this because I am Editor in Chief of both Zombie Times and True Zombie Magazine. The only people who get caught by zombies are those who stumble and break a leg, are rescuing a kitten or haven't been properly trained to identify a zombie from their weird uncle.
So what do I do to get my aerobic exercises daily? I'm happy to answer this; I think I have tailor made a program that suits me perfectly. First if you are in my office and you notice my door is shut, this does not mean I have left the building, this signifies that I am doing my "Air Drummer" workout at my desk. Don't bother trying the lock, I'm probably in at least 10 minutes into 20 minutes of the long version "Free Bird" of my air drum solo with my MP3-cell phone blasting in my ears between calls. Air Drummer keeps my heart rate up and it builds my shoulders when I reach for my air cymbals.
The next part of my aerobics comes in the form of multi-tasking. I have this monitor I can strap on my arm to measure my heart, steps, breathing and total calories burned doing anything while I have it on and I found (quite by mistake I assure you) that vacuuming my carpet burned as many calories as running on my elliptical. If I actually vacuumed my stairs I could enter an iron man competition. Then if Luc Van Lierde ever snidely asks why I'm never at the gym; I can fire back with "Ya when was the last time you vacuumed my stairs?"
I still have to use weights to build muscles, but with my own special program I have 40 minutes aerobic work-out; spotless carpets and will soon be auditioning with garage bands.
Liv SXinney makes me feel good!
- Rainy
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Invention Confidential
Hello SXinney's I found this item on the web. I think it's brilliant for us, we can measure every moment of the day and keep our pants up as we sleek down. With use of a Sharpie we can write the date we purchased our pants and post it on our belts, then if some random person mentions to us that our pants are baggy we can point to the purchase date and the amount of millimeters lost since that time. My personal measuring belt would have to be converted to inches and I'd pen something like; Liv SXinney or be forced worship my pants forever! Perhaps I could employ someone with a talent for applying rhinestones to things to bling it up. (I'm looking at you Cindee Stone).
This belt item has also given me the courage to talk about some of my own inventions I've only dreamed about till now.
Item the first: I would like to create a Swarovski crystal Liv SXinney bottle with UV protected coating so that it shines like a diamond as I carry it but sunlight cannot penetrate my deep emerald green SXinney water and bruise it's luster in anyway. I call this item CrXstal SXinney! Now you may be thinking; "But Rainy you are extremely clumsy and would drop and shatter the sacred vessel." Indeed, I have given this possible problem some deep analysis. Which brings me to invention the second: I give you for your consideration the SXinney SXin. This item is a rubber CrXstal-SXinney-bottle-stretch-on-bra for this magnificent accessory. SXinney SXin will act as a bumper and keep all fingerprints off the splendor of my CrXstal SXinney. I know some of you are thinking that the SXinney SXin might block the refractive fire light qualities of the CrXstal SXinney blazing beneath it. This I have too given my mighty intellect a workout to solve. Still in it's developmental phase I am working on the first Chrome rubber metal SXinney SXin. This item I shall embellish with a magic sheen so bright it will melt ants on the sidewalk as I pass. Which brings up another item that by now my readers have already hoped I dare mention: The CrXstal SXinney Thermo Protection Eye Shields. These I will pass out for free so that all who come near to read my belt will not have their eyeballs melted out from the solar flare coming off my CrXstal SXinney SXinney SXin water bottle. Again this is still in the developmental phase and my prototype is not yet ready for trade shows. I will have this all ready right after I solve the problem of cold fusion and the CRave amulet.
Welcome to the revolution!
-Rainy
This belt item has also given me the courage to talk about some of my own inventions I've only dreamed about till now.
Item the first: I would like to create a Swarovski crystal Liv SXinney bottle with UV protected coating so that it shines like a diamond as I carry it but sunlight cannot penetrate my deep emerald green SXinney water and bruise it's luster in anyway. I call this item CrXstal SXinney! Now you may be thinking; "But Rainy you are extremely clumsy and would drop and shatter the sacred vessel." Indeed, I have given this possible problem some deep analysis. Which brings me to invention the second: I give you for your consideration the SXinney SXin. This item is a rubber CrXstal-SXinney-bottle-stretch-on-bra for this magnificent accessory. SXinney SXin will act as a bumper and keep all fingerprints off the splendor of my CrXstal SXinney. I know some of you are thinking that the SXinney SXin might block the refractive fire light qualities of the CrXstal SXinney blazing beneath it. This I have too given my mighty intellect a workout to solve. Still in it's developmental phase I am working on the first Chrome rubber metal SXinney SXin. This item I shall embellish with a magic sheen so bright it will melt ants on the sidewalk as I pass. Which brings up another item that by now my readers have already hoped I dare mention: The CrXstal SXinney Thermo Protection Eye Shields. These I will pass out for free so that all who come near to read my belt will not have their eyeballs melted out from the solar flare coming off my CrXstal SXinney SXinney SXin water bottle. Again this is still in the developmental phase and my prototype is not yet ready for trade shows. I will have this all ready right after I solve the problem of cold fusion and the CRave amulet.
Welcome to the revolution!
-Rainy
Monday, June 2, 2008
CRave HOARDING AMIGOS
"I think he's dead." I said to Jon as we drove by the crushed remains of a 10 speed and a brightly colored man clad in spandex lying still on the side of Wasatch Blvd, his neon blue helmet still strapped to his head.
"He's not dead" Jon said. "Haven't you ever seen one of those crashes in the Tour De France? Those guys pile up doing 60 mile per hour and they walk it off, he's probably just knocked senseless, he'll be fine."
"He's not fine, look at the cops standing around him they all have their backs to him. If he was alive but senseless wouldn't they be leaning over him holding up fingers and asking him how many he sees? No; they have their backs to him like they don't want to stare at the corpse, like they're stunned by the harsh reality of the deadly sport of cycling."
"He's fine, they are just waiting for the paramedics, it's part of the routine. The cops have probably already administered the how-many-finger-question then told the guy to lie still, they have to make sure he gets looked at by the paramedics. They can't touch him; if they touch him the hurt guy's lawyer will sue them at a later time after he gets a neck brace."
I rustle around in my purse. Jon asks as he indicates to my camera at my feet. "Are you looking for your camera?" This is a perfectly normal question for him to ask me; I always grab my camera and take pictures of any random thing; this would be a prime Kodak moment for me and him assuming I was urgently looking in my bag for my Rebel is a safe bet.
"No I'm looking for my CRave. It's almost time to eat." I said.
"You've just seen a dead guy and all you can think of is food?" Jon asked sounding a bit incredulous.
"You said he was fine! Now he's a dead guy and I'm a CRave ghoul; like I'm a medieval villagers who eats a leg of mutton watching a beheading in the town square?"
Jon pauses a moment. "It has been three hours since we ate last; I'm not hungry though, did you find your CRave? I don't CRave, maybe I should eat CRave and I'd lose more weight."
I think Jon was doing a mental mathematical equation in his head; CRave ratio to weight quotients, a bell curve is probably forming an image in his brain with lines and graphs illustrating the chart pattern recognition of how much weight he'd lose if CRave = MC weight loss squared. I see an opening here if I interrupt his thought process to possibly get some extra CRave packets. "Didn't you say you lost 2 pounds on your vacation? That's amazing, I think you're doing fine the way you have been going with Liv SXinney water alone. Maybe you don't like the taste. How many extra CRave packets would you say you have?" I vale my CRave question after I compliment him on his two pound weight loss. I fancy my guile at moments like these.
"Na, it was probably my hair cut. I think there could have been at least two pounds of hair on the cutting floor around the chair. So I don't think it was true weight loss. I'm just glad I didn't gain any weight on my vacation though; but now it's over I could add the CRave and see how well I do."
"No way! Hair doesn't weigh that much; you lost FAT weight not hair weight; you just saw a dead guy on the side of the road and you take that stance that he's fine all optimistic about his injuries, but when it comes to your fantastic two pound weight loss you do a one-eighty and now it's all just hair!?" My dream of extra CRave is being dashed by Jon's reluctance to accept his accomplishment; the pessimistic nutjob; I'm going to make him see I'm right even if I have to get out a gram scale and cut off a hank of hair from the a passer byes head to prove it. MUST HAVE MORE CRave! Must make Jon relinquish CRave, my mendulla oblongata is taking over my senses I'm turning into a reptilian CRave huntress. It forces me to breathe, it keeps my heart beating; it drives me to find extra CRave.
"The guy's not dead; he's only got a mere cycling related flesh wound; but lady who cut my hair said it looked like there was enough hair on the floor to make a cat." Jon ponders the amount of hair someone would have to cut off their head to build a realistic cat likeness. He's arrived at the two pound number to make this work out. I on the other hand didn't like where this conversation was going.
"Jon, seriously I've cut nine inches of hair off my head at one time, I've held the lost hair in my hands! It weighed next to nothing, for a complete cat it would take bones, skin and innards to make the two pounds; absolute truth, the cat mass weight is never about fur, the hair cut girl went to beauty school Jon... she has a GED, she doesn't know anything about the mass of a cat! You are a demi-god of weight loss , accept it."
"Na, I think I need CRave, you talk about it all the time, I think I'll take my CRave and weigh again this week while I'm off vacation and back to my regular routine."
Foiled again. Why do these people who lose perfectly good weight with SXinney water insist on hoarding their CRave? When people like me who are desperately in need CRave, eat CRave, need lots and lots of CRave can't get to dormant caches because suddenly the hoarders of CRave come to CRave enlightenment just about the time I'm hitting them up for their spare CRave? Now it's: 'Oh well I think I'll take some of my vast amount of unused CRave so I can't possibly share any at this time.'
I always share my Liv SXinney with anyone who's out of the precious water, (see a picture of me in the dictionary next to the words: selfless-like-that) I can see in the future I need to master the negotiation of CRave. WHERE'S Cindee Stone when I need her? Cindee Stone has cunning; she'd negotiate the Liv SXinney water while giving out a rescue bottle only with future CRave agreements, she's like the Magna Carta of CRave. I on the other hand am the Jellyfish of Crave negotiations; I pause for a moment to mentally admire my ZXoomer partner Cindee Stone.
Note to self: Make a list of possible CRave hoarders to be dealt with later.
I could on the other-hand just order more CRave separately..... nah there's no personal growth in shortcuts.
Read my next Blog installment called: How to fly SXinney Minnie.
**No cyclists were killed in the making of this Blog, however a restock of the Neosporin shelves at the local Wallgreens might need to be attended to.
**Jon's haircut is fabulous.
"He's not dead" Jon said. "Haven't you ever seen one of those crashes in the Tour De France? Those guys pile up doing 60 mile per hour and they walk it off, he's probably just knocked senseless, he'll be fine."
"He's not fine, look at the cops standing around him they all have their backs to him. If he was alive but senseless wouldn't they be leaning over him holding up fingers and asking him how many he sees? No; they have their backs to him like they don't want to stare at the corpse, like they're stunned by the harsh reality of the deadly sport of cycling."
"He's fine, they are just waiting for the paramedics, it's part of the routine. The cops have probably already administered the how-many-finger-question then told the guy to lie still, they have to make sure he gets looked at by the paramedics. They can't touch him; if they touch him the hurt guy's lawyer will sue them at a later time after he gets a neck brace."
I rustle around in my purse. Jon asks as he indicates to my camera at my feet. "Are you looking for your camera?" This is a perfectly normal question for him to ask me; I always grab my camera and take pictures of any random thing; this would be a prime Kodak moment for me and him assuming I was urgently looking in my bag for my Rebel is a safe bet.
"No I'm looking for my CRave. It's almost time to eat." I said.
"You've just seen a dead guy and all you can think of is food?" Jon asked sounding a bit incredulous.
"You said he was fine! Now he's a dead guy and I'm a CRave ghoul; like I'm a medieval villagers who eats a leg of mutton watching a beheading in the town square?"
Jon pauses a moment. "It has been three hours since we ate last; I'm not hungry though, did you find your CRave? I don't CRave, maybe I should eat CRave and I'd lose more weight."
I think Jon was doing a mental mathematical equation in his head; CRave ratio to weight quotients, a bell curve is probably forming an image in his brain with lines and graphs illustrating the chart pattern recognition of how much weight he'd lose if CRave = MC weight loss squared. I see an opening here if I interrupt his thought process to possibly get some extra CRave packets. "Didn't you say you lost 2 pounds on your vacation? That's amazing, I think you're doing fine the way you have been going with Liv SXinney water alone. Maybe you don't like the taste. How many extra CRave packets would you say you have?" I vale my CRave question after I compliment him on his two pound weight loss. I fancy my guile at moments like these.
"Na, it was probably my hair cut. I think there could have been at least two pounds of hair on the cutting floor around the chair. So I don't think it was true weight loss. I'm just glad I didn't gain any weight on my vacation though; but now it's over I could add the CRave and see how well I do."
"No way! Hair doesn't weigh that much; you lost FAT weight not hair weight; you just saw a dead guy on the side of the road and you take that stance that he's fine all optimistic about his injuries, but when it comes to your fantastic two pound weight loss you do a one-eighty and now it's all just hair!?" My dream of extra CRave is being dashed by Jon's reluctance to accept his accomplishment; the pessimistic nutjob; I'm going to make him see I'm right even if I have to get out a gram scale and cut off a hank of hair from the a passer byes head to prove it. MUST HAVE MORE CRave! Must make Jon relinquish CRave, my mendulla oblongata is taking over my senses I'm turning into a reptilian CRave huntress. It forces me to breathe, it keeps my heart beating; it drives me to find extra CRave.
"The guy's not dead; he's only got a mere cycling related flesh wound; but lady who cut my hair said it looked like there was enough hair on the floor to make a cat." Jon ponders the amount of hair someone would have to cut off their head to build a realistic cat likeness. He's arrived at the two pound number to make this work out. I on the other hand didn't like where this conversation was going.
"Jon, seriously I've cut nine inches of hair off my head at one time, I've held the lost hair in my hands! It weighed next to nothing, for a complete cat it would take bones, skin and innards to make the two pounds; absolute truth, the cat mass weight is never about fur, the hair cut girl went to beauty school Jon... she has a GED, she doesn't know anything about the mass of a cat! You are a demi-god of weight loss , accept it."
"Na, I think I need CRave, you talk about it all the time, I think I'll take my CRave and weigh again this week while I'm off vacation and back to my regular routine."
Foiled again. Why do these people who lose perfectly good weight with SXinney water insist on hoarding their CRave? When people like me who are desperately in need CRave, eat CRave, need lots and lots of CRave can't get to dormant caches because suddenly the hoarders of CRave come to CRave enlightenment just about the time I'm hitting them up for their spare CRave? Now it's: 'Oh well I think I'll take some of my vast amount of unused CRave so I can't possibly share any at this time.'
I always share my Liv SXinney with anyone who's out of the precious water, (see a picture of me in the dictionary next to the words: selfless-like-that) I can see in the future I need to master the negotiation of CRave. WHERE'S Cindee Stone when I need her? Cindee Stone has cunning; she'd negotiate the Liv SXinney water while giving out a rescue bottle only with future CRave agreements, she's like the Magna Carta of CRave. I on the other hand am the Jellyfish of Crave negotiations; I pause for a moment to mentally admire my ZXoomer partner Cindee Stone.
Note to self: Make a list of possible CRave hoarders to be dealt with later.
I could on the other-hand just order more CRave separately..... nah there's no personal growth in shortcuts.
Read my next Blog installment called: How to fly SXinney Minnie.
**No cyclists were killed in the making of this Blog, however a restock of the Neosporin shelves at the local Wallgreens might need to be attended to.
**Jon's haircut is fabulous.
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