For the longest time I’ve been telling the man to stop eating all that junk food he likes, loads of bread, sweets, chocolotates, coffee that sort of thing.
Today the BBC ran a report on Michael Phelps diet at the Olympics, can you believe this guy eats 10000 calories a day?
This is his breakfast, three fried egg sandwiches; cheese; tomatoes; lettuce; fried onions; mayonnaise; three chocolate-chip pancakes; five-egg omelette; three sugar-coated slices of French toast; bowl of grits; two cups of coffee
Then for lunch he has half-kilogram (one pound) of enriched pasta; two large ham and cheese sandwiches with mayonnaise on white bread; energy drinks
And for dinner, half-kilogram of pasta, with carbonara sauce; large pizza; energy drinks.
Apparently the white bread and pasta is converted to energy almost immediately and he needs that to keep winning medal after medal whereas foods with more fat in them take much longer to digest and release their energy over a longer period of time.
Now how do I make sure my man doesn’t read the BBC story?
Barbeque
If I was given a Euro for every time my man asked me what’s for dinner I’d be rich. I guess that idea wouldn’t ring true considering his money is my money. Hmm for a minute there I was getting excited about hiring someone to cook for me.
A girl can dream, but for now I am stuck cooking the meals, unless he can smarten up his skills or we can make friends real fast with a cooking whiz. Wouldn’t it be nice to be spoilt, trying out new meals, and the friend might even teach the man how to cook.
At the moment his cooking expertise stretches as far as the freezer. He can take out a frozen pizza base, jazz it up and 20 minutes later it’s on the table piping hot. Pizza nights are great but a girl has to watch her figure!
OK, I’ll be reasonable he can make a mean pizza and fry up a steak or two, but mutli-tasking in the kitchen spells DISASTER! He tends to yell out for help, with this tone of desperation that he has botched up the meal.
It’s down to me to the rescue the meal and save the kitchen from filling up with smoke. He does try and I shouldn’t be too hard on him but I don’t want to tempt fate, so maybe it is time to buy a barbeque. At least if he burns anything it will be outside, so the kitchen and I will be smoke free.
canon Camera
Guess what my other half got for his birthday, no idea, I’ll give you a clue; It’s pink and takes photos.
Now you might wonder why I got him a pink Canon camera, well for one thing we both really like Canon cameras, it’s a brand new model so has all the bells and whistles, and well, I like pink. I know it isn’t a very manly color but oh well, this is the 21st century and it makes the perfect accessory when I borrow it, grin!
I also got him a nice red Lowepro case that clips to his belt for carrying around his new camera, which of course makes him feel very important, it’s funny, you should see how many times he pats his waist to make sure the camera is still there, he’s all proud as punch having it, but his you know whats shrink to the size of peas when he takes it out to use it, aw, my poor lovable man. Read more »
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August 16, 2008 7:12 pm | 
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