Another strong day of macros. I’m looking forward to weighing in tomorrow and I’m actually expecting to have a loss this week, but as I have been telling @_healthier_jen_ I know the feeling will be short lived. This is my rest week and I know that once I start lifting again, the losses will stall. Still, I see the changes.
One of my fav things about where we live right now: infinity pool. And not just any infinity pool a but 100% sea water pool. You see chlorine used to sanitize conventional pools calcifies your pineal gland and we avoid that at all costs so usually, even if we live somewhere with a pool - we dont use it. And here the day we arrived, the manager said they'll clean out the pool for us and so they did - they emptied out the old water with leaves & stuff and refilled it anew - a simple pump that pumps seawater straight from the sea right under, and an infinity ridge where the water overflows onto the beach underneath. Second thing I love about this place - we have the whole resort to ourselves - we are the only guests here. Did I mention its also super remote, on a far away remote stretch from the Dahican which you can only reach via a gravel road - super silent, 100% in the nature, perfect. ✨ So how can we afford this epic place on a shoestring budget? Quite a story actually. While in Maragusan, we finally got some patchy snail-slow cellular reception. It took much patience, but Simon found some old posts giving a very low price for open-air bungalows on the beach, so we drove back to Dahican in one last attempt to find accommodation on the coastline. It wasnt easy, but midday the next day we found it. However it was not what we hoped for: the place was now a complete ruin, with an 'up for sale sign'. The open-air bungalows were never cheap, they were just pagodas you could rent for a picnic. The whole place hasnt seen guests in months/years, now completely run-down. One might see that us a bad sign - but we saw opportunity. We started negotiating long-term lease with the manager who phoned the owner. The staff were really surprised we wanted to live there, reminding us there is no A/C here, and have we seen the other resorts on Dahican? But with the remote location, the breathtaking beach, the seawater infinity pool and nobody here - we fell in love with the place and there was no stopping us. This paradise may not be available here forever - the 10 hectare beach resort is up for sale, asked price 1,1 million euro. But for now, just for 7euro a night its ALL OURS🙌
I do think there is something magical about the marang. Its a sweet, light uber-juicy fruit that dissolves on your tongue and yet its taste is so unbelievably good it can make you forget about eating durian for a while. There isnt that many juicy fruits in the world that you can say are as attractive to human palette as durian - or even more! I remember the first time I came across marang was 3 years ago watching a freelee video. She was invited to a durian farm in Brunei and instead of durian she was eating marang in the morning saying its the best fruit on the world. Wow, I thought, even better than durian? This got me super excited, as a month earlier I had my first durian in Poland and honestly thought nothing in the world could possibly taste better than durian. And now here I am in the Philippines doing a marang island. It feels like this fruit has magical powers. Yesterday I noticed I felt so good & light albeit satisfied the whole day. And not just felt good. As Simon noticed, every time we eat it we get incredibly happy, we end up laughing for hours after we eat it - we are high. A big part for me is that its not a cultivated fruit, theres no marang farms here, it just grows in the wild here. Tropical wild-grown artocarpus fruits have a special place in my heart (and in my stomach). Not all marangs are the same. Some have big pods, some have hundreds of narrow pods, some have underdeveloped pods in the mix. Some are packed with pods, some are not. The shape & volume does not seem to affect the taste - we've had great ones no matter the structure. Their taste can vary between uber-sweet vanilla marshmallow and sweet, fresh limey marshmallows, I love the limey ones. We have so much marang we only eat the best ones. Its a very, very happy life ✨
So how in this internet-desert did we upload Youtube? Thats like a whole new level of determination out here - but when there's a will - there's a way. To be honest, we've almost given up. The cellular reception showed 2 hours to 2 days for a 14 min upload, there was no wifi. Nowhere. The mall didn't have any, the internet cafes are dens of teenage gamer vampires without any wifi. Until we decided to get a massage. The massage place was one of the cleanest up-scale places here plus when we arrived we noticed they have wifi. We quickly checked the speed (good enough) and booked a massage for the next day. The following afternoon we arrive at the massage parlor, ready for the massage plus ready for the upload. A ladyboy working there apologizes that we'll have to wait as both masseurs are still busy. Very well, we are happy to wait as it looks like the upload is gonna take well over an hour. In the meantime we have a look around the place - there is an air of disinterest in the clients. Our masseur is still doing a pedicure or rather, watching a TV series on a loud LCD screen while she feigns a treatment. I ask for water and they give us lipstick-stained cups. Everything about the place has an I-dont-care vibe. 45 minutes after our appointed massage time we are still waiting for our massage (!) and noone seems bothered. On the upside, our upload is almost complete. What if just what if we leave right now I say? Yes, Simon smiles. We excuse ourselves pointing at the 1 hour wait for our massage. There's still 20% left to upload. Simon comes up with the ingenious idea of leaving the ipad in the scooter parked in front of the spa while we walk to buy durian. One hour later - bam! It worked. This trick only works once tho - the following day we hesitate to park outside the spa's glass doors as the staff clearly sees & recognizes us. We drive into the side road behind the spa to catch the signal there - no luck. On the upside - there is a tuna grill there - miraculously with 1hr of paid wifi! Our mouths watering from the kitchen barbecue smells, we spend one hour there, only to find out we uploaded it onto the wrong Youtube channel. All this in vain, we laugh so hard😂
This afternoon I channeled my frustration over the fact that I am yet to get my hands on a @noshufoods donut despite living in close proximity to several stores that stock them into the genesis of these babies. Keto red velvet donuts! 🍩💃🔥 I used minimal sweetener; a mix of @natvianaturalsweetener stevia, @loving_earth yacon syrup and @lakantosweetener monk fruit & erythritol sweetener. I want to perfect the recipe with another batch but when I get it right I’ll be sharing. 😊 #crapfree
Part of the charm of living in such a distant place is the lack of cellular connection and electricity. Like right now as I right there is a power black-out, the fact I know this is purely due to the lightbulb in the bathroom not working, during the day sometimes its hard to tell there's a blackout its not like we have that many electrical appliances in our bamboo hut. The complete lack of wifi or cellular internet out here is another thing. For the first few days Id try swiping down Instagram during various times of the day hoping it would catch some signal, but now, with all certainty I can say its dead at all times. This has brought on a positive shift in our lives - we are permanently off line. We are talking, enjoying, just being, rather than me trying to snap everything we eat & upload on Insta story. We are free, we just are. So how is it that Im able to upload this post altogether? Being offline has me more intentional about what I share since I can only share so much. I usually wake up around 5:30am sunrise, and now in the few hours before Chippy wakes, I have my creative time as I write, share my stuff with you and save in drafts on Instagram. Towards 5pm everyday we'll head out to Mati to get our durian and there in town we will upload the posts on Instagram. We always read all the comments, but with such limited once-a-day internet sorry if there isnt much response to your comments - its just impossible with the snail-speed reception! How did we upload a Youtube video then you may ask? Continued in next post! ✨Pictured above - the lush greenery of our resort just outside our shack 🌴
I got to meet up with two of my local clients today. They've only been working with me for a few weeks so we decided to test ketones and glucose levels. One of them even joined me for a brutal back session and we killed some deadlifts! #ketosavage#ketodiet#clientcheckin#ketonelevels LINK TO VIDEO IN BIO🔥🔥🔥
Kripik Ceker Guwo sudah ready lagi loh😍 Kripik Ceker Guwo ini merupakan snack yang cocok untuk keto. Pertama karena terbuat dari ceker ayam yang halal. Dengan bumbu yang gurih, dan digoreng dengan Minyak Kelapa, kripik ceker ini baik sebagai camilan. Apalagi dengan kemasan yang menarik disertai dengan informasi tentang ketofastosis di sisi kanan dan kiri kantong menjadi media buat memperkenalkan apa itu keto. Sehingga tidak hanya memberikan solusi buat makanan ringan, kripik ceker ini juga menjadi cara memperkenalkan ketofastosis. Harga 1 paket 160 ribu dengan isi 10 bungkus. Minat wa ke 085726548172 ya bunda :)#vco#agreenvco#vcomurah#vcoenak#ketofastosis#ketofastosisindonesia#ketofastosiswarrior#ketodiet#ketogenic#ketofood#diet#langsing
A year ago this weekend I ran my first 50 miler. It was tough. It sucked. I hurt. Heck, I think I am still sore from it a year later.
But, I look back at the experience with pride. An immense pride. Sure there are runners who've ran it better, faster and more efficient -- but, I did this. I ran 50 miles!
I think often back to my experience and what I learned about myself -- in my preparation and race experience. It has made me not just a better runner, but a different person.
I learned to appreciate pain. I chose to go through the pain I encountered. Many people in my life -- friend and family -- don't have the luxury to choose their pain. That mentality helped pushing through the pain somewhat easier.
I learned that no matter how hard life or the task at hand gets, I can take one more step. It's amazing how redemptive an ugly cry and quick prayer can be at Mile 45.
I will always be thankful for the support that my friends Jill, Tim, Jed and Coach Blu gave me throughout the experience. Especially Jill who drove me 50+ miles back to civilization as I sat in her car hallucinating over jackrabbits and runners.
I will always be eternally grateful for this experience. It is one reason why I am tackling 100 miles this upcoming February. I want the experience. I want the pain. I want the glory. I want the lessons.
Don't think you have to run 50 or 100 miles to do something that truly challenges you. Because you don't. But, find it. Find that challenge that scares, stretches and grows you.
And, once you find it ... do it.
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Saturday lunch fare // dug up some vegetarian bolognese sauce from the freezer that I’d forgotten about (packed full of riced up veges and herbs) cracked some eggs, dollop of cream, parmesan and fresh parsley 🍳🍅💐 garden roses not for eating
I’ve lost close to 90 pounds. But the last 10 pounds simply will not come off! I’m breaking some rules and decided to try a diet (#dietsdontwork ). I’m breaking the rules and trying the #keto diet. I weigh 145 and my goal is to lose 10-15lbs. Follow my 100 pound #weightlosstransformation 🙏🏻