Thanks loads to PastaQueen for putting me on to this wonderful cartoon. I think I'd move the easy & untasty three upwards - I happen to like them - but otherwise I couldn't agree more.
It comes from the awesome xkcd.com ("A webcomic of romance, sarcasm, math, and language"). Apart from the math, sounds like my kinda guy.
... after the Rector's Wife has bolted.
Wise words from Vanilla, but it's too late for me - I'm already hooked.
And desperate for my next fix.
I love the serendipity element of blogging, and whilst I'm not much of a chain-letter fan, I really like this as an exercise.
I was tagged by Sam at Running and Thinking.
The rules are:
It's all Crabby McSlacker's fault. She wrote one of her excellent blogs a few days ago which included a link to an extraordinary parlour game: guess how old I am?!
Now, Crabby accuses some of the participants of fishing for compliments, and I have to hold up my hands and admit to being one of those. I've generally been told that I'm not bad for my age, and since the recent weight loss, have had some gratifyingly pleasing comments along the lines of you're HOW old? Never... (I've also had somebody look at my before-and-after photos on the right hand side of this blog, and ask in all seriousness if the earlier photo is of my mother.)
This being the case, I couldn't resist joining in with this slightly daft - not to say narcissistic - idea. And no, I'm not going to tell you the results - you'll just have to go and have a look for yourself. Scroll down to the foot of the page to see the present average guess, and follow the link to have a go. And upload your own photo if you're feeling brave.
Anybody else remember Fame? - I was studying drama & theatre studies at college when it came out...
groovybabe pointed me towards the Death Clock (I kid you not). As I'm non-smoking, optimistic and with a BMI in the lowest bracket - if only just (less than 25 - yay!), the site estimates my date of death as 13th May, 2066. That will make me 103 years old.
Fine. But if at that point I can't still run, sing, cook, laugh, read and do rude things to my husband, I'm not sure I want to be here that long. What about you?...
Thanks to bigbritches for this excellent quote, by that prolific writer, A. Nonymous:
Even if you're on the right track, you'll get run over if you just sit there.
I don't know what made me think of it, but I found this fabulous item on YouTube a while back. Would that all workouts were this daft.
I'm sorry if anybody is shocked by this post being filed by the rector's wife, but I couldn't resist sharing this...
I occasionally get the magazine Zest (also responsible for publication of the excellent Running Made Easy book that helped me so much when I started). Re-reading the May issue, there is an article pointing out that orgasms are good for your health. Well, we could have told them that... but I couldn't stop giggling at this one.
If you don't have sex with me tonight, I'll die! This might sound like a particularly tragic male chat-up line, but research shows that there is in fact a correlation between male orgasm frequency and life expectancy... researchers found mortality risk was 50% lower among men who had frequent orgasms, defined in the study as two or more per week, than among men who had few than one a month... Perhaps it would be wise to keep this little gem of information to ourselves, or we might be subjected to choruses of "Last night a BJ saved my life"...
Sorry, but I just had to include this - arrived by email in the usual way...
Nutrition
In the beginning God covered the earth with broccoli, cauliflower and spinach, with green, yellow and red vegetables of all kinds so Man and Woman would live long and healthy lives.
Then using God's bountiful gifts, Satan created Dairy Ice Cream and Magnums.
And Satan said, 'You want hot fudge with that?
And Man said, 'Yes!'
And Woman said, 'I'll have one too with chocolate chips'.
And lo, they gained 10 pounds.
And God created the healthy yoghurt that Woman might keep the figure that Man found so fair.
And Satan brought forth white flour from the wheat and sugar from the cane and combined them.
And Woman went from size 12 to size 14.
So God said, 'Try my fresh green salad'.
And Satan presented Blue Cheese dressing and garlic croutons on the side.
And Man and Woman unfastened their belts following the repast.
God then said, 'I have sent you healthy vegetables and olive oil in which to cook them'.
And Satan brought forth deep fried coconut king prawns, butter-dipped lobster chunks and chicken fried steak, so big it needed its own platter.
And Man's cholesterol went through the roof.
Then God brought forth the potato, naturally low in fat and brimming with potassium and good nutrition.
Then Satan peeled off the healthy skin and sliced the starchy centre into chips and deep fried them in animal fats adding copious quantities of salt.
And Man put on more pounds.
God then brought forth running shoes so that his Children might lose those extra pounds.
And Satan came forth with a cable T.V. with remote control so Man would not have to toil changing the channels.
And Man and Woman laughed and cried before the flickering light and started wearing stretch jogging suits.
Then God gave lean beef so that Man might consume fewer calories and still satisfy his appetite.
And Satan created McDonalds and the 99p double cheeseburger.
Then Satan said, 'You want fries with that?' and Man replied,
'Yes. And super size 'em'.
And Satan said, 'It is good.' And Man and Woman went into cardiac arrest.
God sighed. And created quadruple by-pass surgery.
And then Satan chuckled, and created the National Health Service.
