rested.

Inch thick socks cuddle around my toes, the golden tips from the fire pit are slowly steaming up the room. Snotting fluids are jetting from my nose, salted tears have dried up from the sulken, exhausted face that I have beaten down, and my once bloated monthly dose of a stomach has pancaked down like a shriveled balloon. I’ve overcome the emotion filled, too hormonal of a month and now transitioned into sandpapered throat, 2 boxes of Klinex on the floor kind of week.

You would assume that my crystal clear urine, or sometimes purple haze (from drinking plenty of beet juice), means that my body is in top-notch condition, ready to strap on my red cape and spring through the doors. Apparently, not the case.

You see, as much as you take care of your body by drinking gallons of clean water, eating high raw, nutritious meals, and exercising your brain and body on a daily basis, you need your rest.

I’ve assumed I’m a multi-tasking energy bunny that can mark through a ‘hunny do list’ like nobody’s business. My two year absence from school, mindlessly lusting the european streets in search for exotic, intoxicating cultures, has begun again. Books, bells and obnoxious big mammas in the classroom have got me sprinting to the nearest yoga studio to release my inner zen. While not being the teacher’s pet or perhaps falling asleep in history class, I’m serving hot, black, steamy cups of coffee to the four-eyed student, the neighborhood bum, and the 20 group Christian bible study. As if school and work aren’t enough, I wake up religiously at 5am to slug on my slimy gym clothes; which I would hope when I become rich and famous, will not be slimy because I can afford to have hundreds of pairs and not need to do laundry on the daily, and stuff my face with a crisp, rosey apple and an equal flavorful banana. I burst out a hard caloric session of boxing; punching and kicking the bag, secretly wanting to be bruising my trainer instead. Once sweat, a slimmer body, and a wet t-shirt are out of the way, I start my day.

Oh yea I forgot. I’m training for a marathon as well.

Hmm. Well I must bump up my one-a-days to two and throw in a couple extra training days leaving me with Friday and Sunday off. In which Sunday should be my peace-minded, self loathing, Sex and the City watching day, but I have to earn my keep and weed the mountain side of a drive way slope and drag myself to work to close up shop. Friday is equally exhausting, working a shift from morning till evening, ending it in the routinely, memorizable gym that I could navigate through with my eyes blind folded.

What I’ve learned this week:

• Drink 4 shots of espresso directly before history class.
• Don’t ever EVER let Clif Bar Energy Gu sludge down my throat ever again
• Jody Gehrman is my idol, inspiration, and obsession for the current moment
• Get my rest!

With all this said and done, its nearly 7:15pm and I’m ready to hit the hay. My body is in a sleep anorexism state of mind and it needs it’s Thanksgiving feast. Let me leave you with a tasteful, salted snack, that will keep you going on the last leg of your weekday.

ROASTED POTATO FRIES

Ingredients

• Potatoes; your choice
• Kosher Salt & Pepper
• Garlic Powder
• Onion Powder
• Rosemary
• Olive Oil

Directions

1. Slice your potatoes into inch sized wedges.
2. Take a medium bowl and drizzle in a few tablespoons of olive oil. Add a teaspoon or two of kosher salt, a hefty crackle of fresh pepper, a generous amount of garlic and onion powder, and prick off plenty of rosemary leaves. Drop them all into the bowl and let marinade with freshly oiled potatoes.
3. Lay willingly on a cookie sheet and bake in the oven on 450 until golden brown.
4. Stuff your face or perhaps make a curried vegan dip to devour them with.

Enjoy the remainder of your week, watch plenty of entertaining Superbowl commercials, and get plenty of sleep. Goodnight readers.

PS: I received my first paycheck from my blog today. If you feel so enlightened to click on the FOOD BUZZ ad on the right hand corner of my site a couple of times, I would greately appreciate it.

Toodles,

Niki