Reading about YC’s amazing daily diet got me thinking of my own weakness for fast food. I thought I’d do a quantitative analysis of it. I’ll start with an approximation of the energy that I should be burning up on any given day.
10 mins walking dog
+ 10 mins of other walking during the day combined
+ 10 mins light weight exercise
+ 10 mins cardio stuff
+ miscellaneous activities
So as you can see, a lunch consisting any of the above plus beverage and a dessert could easily account for nearly three quarters of my daily burn rate. Eating at Hungry Jack’s would account for almost my entire day’s energy needs! And that’s just one meal!
The lesson – fast food is not everyday food. It almost shouldn’t be once-a-day food either. They would be ok if they keep you feeling full but many of the items above don’t. So we end up piling on more food or snack in between meals to stop the hunger.
And we’ve only been talking about the energy content here. There’s also the sugar, salt and saturated fat content that these foods contain. Having a lot of that ain’t good for the body either.
My personal regime besides having fast foods a maximum of three times a week, involves keeping to three meals a day (unless I’m on holidays!), snacking on fruits instead of biscuits, chocolates and salty tidbits, and exercising.
Having said all that, I still love my fast food. Because damn it, they are oh so tempting and delicious. My mouth watered all the way whilst I was typing this out.
Sex on the beach? The drink – yes. The actual thing? Too much sand.
This facade of me being sexless is actually real.
Sometimes I fantasise that I was an actor playing a dweeb on a sitcom, and that the sitcom was this blog. And then away from the blog, I would get all the hot chicks because I’m that cool actor who plays a dweeb on a sitcom. That would be fantastic.
Except the sitcom, this blog is actually my real life too. Shite.
But you know, I’m very ok being single. I may be alone at times but I’m not lonely. I’m surrounded by a great family and I have great friends near and far. I walk to my own timetable and I spend my money anyway I want it. In short, it’s great.
Which is why I say “no thanks” to your couple-powered – double the action! – condescension and pity. You can keep those to yourself. Except for sex. If you can get me some of that, I will thank you greatly. I’ll even forget what you said about singles being dysfunctional and selfish people. Go on – sharing is caring!
Check this out: a site called “Tea Birds” – “Nothing but cute girls at tea.” The long-tail of the Internet never ceases to amaze me – you can find a niche for anything!
“Ugly Betty” is my new favourite TV show. The premise is simple: plonk a slightly plump less-than plain Jane into the highly superficial world of fashion and fashion magazines, and watch the fireworks. The fact that we’d find the premise entertaining and we’d immediately bond to Betty as the underdog, is because we buy into the beauty myth as well. We think: How can a woman looking like this ever function in the fashion world, let alone the real world?
However, once you get over that initial guilt the show is very funny. Very sharp and witty satire on the pretentiousness and fakery of modern beauty. And I love the look it allows us into the dynamics of a typical Latino family.
A sexy and attractive plus-size woman in a flaming red dress was smiling and dancing provocatively next to a below-average plus-size man.
Friends of the man egged him to dance closer to the woman. The man backed off, TWICE. Both times he didn’t even bother to smile at the woman even when she said “hello” to him.
This week in Australia, we had the freaky coincidence of bad things happening to three women who happened to be pretty. I’m sure there are other women out there, pretty or not who have had bad things happened to them this week too, but only these three were brought to national attention.
I wonder though: does it make a story more tragic, hence more news-worthy if the victim was attractive? Because the first thing that I thought when I saw these stories was that, “Hmm, that’s a shame.”
Mind you, what one victim suffered was so brutal and callous, and through no fault of her own that it was bound to make the news. That victim is Sydney woman Jenny Franco, aged 23. She was hit by a car early Tuesday morning, believed to be a taxi and was dragged 150 metres in a hit and run accident.
The horrific injuries of a young Sydney woman who was dragged 150 metres in a hit-and-run accident are like a “gunshot wound at close range” and the worst Sydney surgeons say they have seen.
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“Jen has lost one eye, one leg may have to be amputated and, if successful in her fight for life, she will require major facial reconstruction,” said Jenny’s sister, Cathy Franco, today.
Though the first victim of the week, also another Sydney women, was Annabel Catt who died early Sunday morning. Annabel had taken what was later confirmed to be “a highly toxic, rare amphetamine that is often passed off as ecstasy.” A woman who allegedly supplied her with the pill turned herself in to police.
The dance teacher and former vice-captain of Narrabeen Sports High School died early on Sunday after apparently taking ecstasy at the Good Vibrations dance festival at Centennial Park. It is believed that two friends with her on Saturday were also treated in hospital for the effects of the drug.
Annabel’s father Peter said this at her funeral yesterday:
“We all take risks in life,”
“Some eat or drink too much. Some smoke, some drive recklessly … the list is endless,”
“Annabel took a risk. She took what she believed was ecstasy … She risked, she died.”
Kinda makes me a little apprehensive because I have taken ecstasy before and I know friends who do it whenever they party. As Annabel’s father said, “We all take risks in life.” Is it worth it? Life is short enough without us fucking it over right?
The third victim is also the one we know the least about. She’s 15-year old Carly Ryan of Adelaide. Her fully-clothed body was found early Tuesday morning, in shallow waters off a beach. I said we know little about her because even the police have begun scouring her list of contacts on her MySpace profile in the hope of finding clues about her death.
[An Adelaide newspaper] report listed a MySpace page called “Synthetic.Slut” as her personal site.
She last logged onto it the day before her body was found.
However police were today refusing to comment on the murder investigation, nor whether it involved her MySpace website, which features graphic images of women tied up, people injecting drugs, scenes of bondage and a photo of a bloodied woman with a wooden cross thrust down her throat.
Among the interests listed by the 15-year-old on the website are “drugs, smoking, music, kink, teases, screaming for no reason, showers, make up, sex [and] gigs.”
It’d be all too easy to judge Carly based on the descriptions above. But for all we know, her death could have been something mundane and accidental.
Life’s like that isn’t it? You just never know. Which is why I don’t believe in fate, destiny or a God pre-ordaining anything for us. Your life is what you make of it so live it well because one minute you are here, and the next maybe not.
If you watch CSI: Miami a lot like I do, then you should know the formula to the opening sequences by now. You see a few glittering shots of the Miami skyline or water front, then the camera quick-pans to a mansion by the water, a club, a hotel or an apartment; you see a group of people, something happens and in the next scene you see one or more of the people in the group you saw earlier lying on the ground, dead.
Then you see the CSI team looking all serious in their flashy designer clothes doing CSI stuff, and Horatio Caine is standing over the dead people, and just before the opening theme starts he always *always* says something cheesy or corny about the murders. All while putting on those sunglasses! Gotta love that.
So, here is a video compilation of those cheesy opening lines. Enjoy!
