McDonalds.. Ever again?



Oh holy God! I just saw this on a facebook page. I'm not going to lie to you. My stomach is heaving at the thoughts of it... If this is true, I think I'll be giving fast food a wide berth for a while! Between this and the guy who found brains or liver or something cooked in KFC breadcrumbs I doubt I'll ever eat either again!

 

Taken and shared from the Facebook Page of Danny Garcia https://www.facebook.com/#!/danny.garcia.963

 

Can you guess what McDonald's food item this is????? Say hello to mechanically separated chicken. It's what all fast-food chicken items are made of. It's chicken nuggets, patties, and the meat in fajitas... In addition the processed frozen chicken in stores is made from this.. Basically the entire chicken is smashed and pressed through a sieve... bones, eyes, feet, guts and all. It comes out looking like this... There is more, because it's crawling with bacteria, it will be washed with ammonia, and soaked in it.. Then because it taste gross it is reflavored artificially. Finally since it is weirdly colored like 'Pepto Bismol' pink, it is dyed with artificial color.. This is what people eat and feed to their children... Enjoy !!!

 

 

 

 

6 Months and Counting....

 

My updates have been a bit scarce on the ground for a couple of reasons.

1. I haven't been to WW for two weeks because I have joint pain (more in a bit) - which is a REALLY lame excuse and the real reason is;
2. I turned 30 on the 23 September and I haven't been able to stop celebrating....

Joint Pain

I am currently doing a very good impression of an arthritic 90 year old woman.  Various different joints are hurting me on a daily basis - not even the same ones! It could be a combination of my ankles, knees and wrists on Monday, toes, thumbs and elbows on Tuesday, or, like today, hips, elbows, knees and ankles. I suppose it is nice to wake up each morning and play the 'where's the pain today' game, keeps it from getting boring ya know? Yesterday my ankle swelled up - which was new!  I have been to my Doctor and in all her wisdom she tells me I am fine.   To which I reply, constant aches and pains is fine for you is it?  So investigation into why I am sore is on going.  Dr Google tells me its either Chronic Arthritis or Heamochromatosis...

Turning 30

Apparently, turning 30 isn't so bad, especially when you get to celebrate. Constantly.  I am pretty sure I am into week 4 of the celebrations and some have suggested if I don't stop celebrating soon, it may be time to plan my 40th!

It all began with a surprise birthday party in work which had cake and sweets and balloons and banners and a very red faced Rachbomb!  Followed by dinner and drinks

Then I headed up to Donegal for some family time and to celebrate with my Twinnie! And by God did we celebrate.. there were sambuca shots at 4pm quickly followed by champagne, beer, wine, more sambuca and I think a jager-bomb which, as it turns out, may have been the one that is one to many...

Twinnies!!



THEN! Just when I thought it was all over, himself went and organised a surprise meal and drinks with all my friends...

 

Me.. waiting impatiently to find out what my surprise is

My birthday cake... (don't even think about how many ProPoints in this bad boy!)

 



 Making a wish... another one!

 

Me and the Surprise Giver....

 



It has to be said, he did a fantastic job of surprising me. He got almost all of my favorite people together with the exception of a couple of friends that couldn't make it! But it was a brilliant night. He even had a balloon for me!!

So the last couple of weeks have been a blurr of laughing, drinking, hanging over (and there was one particularly baaaad hangover which will forever more be known as "Sick-Gate, the Sequel" and I honestly thought the priest would need to be called and my coffin picked out!)

I will be back to weight watchers on Monday to face the lb riddled music and get focused again!

In other news...

This day 6 months... We'll be going to the chapel and we'll be going to get marrrrried! I am so excited! I cannot believe there is only 6 months to go!! Tomorrow we go wedding cake shopping (might get himself to do all the tasting given my imminent return to TSC(The Soul Crusher)) I was looking at all the lurverly creations on the cake lady's website and I honestly have no idea how we are going to pick.!

I am now on the hunt for wedding shoes.  If anyone has any suggestions on where I should go hunting, please let me know.  Not really into the bridal shoe look but want something that will be beautiful under my dress!

Have a great weekend

Helping make an informed food choice - Italian Style

I am so incredibly impressed by Milano's restaurant!

I try, as best I can and as much as my damn will power will let me, to checkout what I am going to eat before I get to a restaurant and then I don't have to look at the menu and be tempted by something I was not prepared to eat. So as I will be going to Milano's in the coming days I have been scoping out the website making my informed choice! And by heck is it informed.

Milano's actually have their nutritional values for their food on the website which is download-able. I am delighted with that! I know its still high in calories, cause its pizza and stuff, but at least I can make a good choice, in theory!

http://www.milano.ie/our-food/mains.aspx

If you want to have a nose!

Eddie Rockets ProPointed Menu

I am going out for a bite to eat with two of my most favorite people on the planet (at least two of some of my most favorite) and a catch up. Eddie Rockets was the decided upon venue. I decided to do a little research and see what ProPoint's I am looking at and exactly how much I'd have to move my backside over the next couple of days because my 49 ProPoints are being saved up to celebrate the turning 30 of one of my other most favorite people on the planet!

Anyway, courtesy of http://www.magicmum.com/ member Angel09 I have this list (just so you know what your getting)

Classic hamburger-19pp
Classic with cheese (cheddar)-23pp
Smokestack-35pp
Double take-28pp
The veggie-16pp
Fish (in a bun)-16pp
Hamburger in a bowl-9pp
Chicken fillet burger-14pp
Chicken in a bowl-4pp
Buffalo wings (4,without sauce)-6pp
6 chicken tenders (no sauce)-11pp
Foot long hot dog-5pp

Regular fries -14pp
mash-2pp (not sure if that's right,medium potatoes are 3 pp in the book)

Caeser salad-7pp
Caeser with chicken-11pp

Float (coke,orange,sprite,8oz)-11pp
Diet coke float (8oz)-5pp
Malt shake-28pp
Knickerbocker glory-11pp.

I'm going for chicken in a bowl!

UhOh... What was I thinking!

Do not know what I was thinking. I have had a MENTAL weekend. Cocktails on Friday and beers on Saturday. Haven't cooked myself a dinner since Thursday evening.

Out on Friday night with my lovely college ladies! We went for Tapas.

Tapas are a peculiar experience. They are nice, but a bit on the disappointing side. Its hard to describe. All this food comes at once, little tasters. And your eating away at it, and you feel full. But it's almost anti-climatic. There's no 'main course'. Now don't get me wrong, it was all lovely but it kind of left me wanting more.

Aside from that, myself and my arch nemeses 'Vino' had a meeting in the restaurant. I had two glasses and drowned the effects by drinking about a litre of water. Then I was on to the cocktails. Mojito and Strawberry Daiquiris. I love SD's... Mojito, on the other hand, I just don't understand it. They are lovely and refreshing, once you scoop all the foliage from them and actually get to the alcohol. I spent so much time scooping the mint out I was beginning to think I was gardening and not clubbing! I decided to go back to the SD's, far less effort!

How I woke up on Saturday morning feeling as bright as I felt, I shall never know. I got up and I made Roast Butternut Squash soup, had a lovely breakfast and I didn't cancel my date with Davina McCall. Headed on up to my gym (aka my bedroom) and worked my little ass off! I was thinking that between all the dancing around I did the night before and the work out, I was golden for working off the cocktails. Sure on Friday night, in my less than sober state, I decided that it would be best to leave my high heels on while dancing, despite my feet throbbing so much that I actually think my heart beat could have been found in them. My reasoning? Working out my thighs, calves and bum of course!

Things were going very well yesterday. I chose wisely in the restaurant. I came home and got ready to go out. I decided I was drinking Korona and I stuck with it. Fun and laughs were had by all.

Then we left the pub, and I was assaulted.... by the smell of vinegar.

Oh yes. I did. I went to the chipper. I bought chips and a battered sausage. I drown them in so much vinegar I think I began wearing it as a perfume! I ate my battered sausage. I loved every bite of that greasy battered meat. I started on the chips. The vinegar sodden, crunchy on the outside, fluffy on the inside chips. Delicious. But! I didn't eat them all. Instead I ate about half and threw the rest in the bin. That's progress!

Why progress? Well let me outline;

1. Three weeks ago if I ordered a chipper, I would have ordered garlic dip
2. I would have ordered a 1/4 pounder and cheese
3. I would have eaten it all.

I think that's good, right? Or am I just fooling myself?

Regardless, I've to go now and extend my appointment with Davina to an hour long, perhaps an hour and half! What was I thinking?!!!

Working-out for my Grub

I am meeting a very good friend for dinner tonight. I haven't had an opportunity to sit with down and enjoy a meal and catch up with her for nearly five months, so some might say it is well and truly overdue! We always have such a giggle when we're together so I am really looking forward to it.

 

Just how much I am really looking forward to our catch up was on my mind yesterday morning. I decided that I would go for an hours walk yesterday evening after work and then I can pick whatever I like and not have to worry about the points (within reason of course). My thighs had finally stopped protesting and started to move normally again. I am thinking this is down to the fact that I gave them a night off on Monday and lulled them into a false sense of security. Yesterday morning while making my decision, I could feel them groaning! But, on the way home when rain sploshed down on to the window of the car, I could hear the rejoicing! "There's not a hope of her taking us out in this weather!" Their delighted squeals were silenced by my new found determination "I pity the foolish thighs who fear rain. Tonight I am going to introduce you to my friend pain!" (For reasons unknown my determination seems to have taken on some form of an extra Cheesy Mr T).

 

When I got home, myself and H2B headed off for our little trot. He left me eating his dust as he took off for a "jog" - looked more like a sprint to me but what do I know. I decided, much to the protesting of my thighs, that I would do the Couch to 5K training. This is five minutes of walking to warm up and alternating between 1.3 minutes of running and walking for twenty minutes, then five minutes of cooling down.

 

I don't run. For many reasons, one of which being that as a child I was told that I run like Sonia O'Sullivan. Me being the innocent and not at all unkindly minded assumed that meant that I was really fast. I was later informed that she looks really funny when she runs, and that I, infact, looked like her when she ran, I wasn't as fast as her. Anyway, I took off at my little pace and I completed the training. On the return to the car, emboldened by my achievement, I did another bout of running and walking. By the time I crawled into the car I was feeling very impressed with myself. my "Determination" was doing an "I told you so" dance in the face of my thighs (who had now dragged my glutes (new favourite word), calves and stomach into our falling out).

 

I make it sound like it was no problem for me to complete this 50 minutes of fast movement. Please do not misunderstand me. By the time I reached the car my face was redder than a tomato, I was lightheaded from the amount of oxygen and the speed at which it was reaching my brain and I was drowned in sweat, like I had just decided to dip myself in to the sea.

 

H2B took me home and the drill sergeant that he is made me do about ten minutes more of stretching and sitting up. I swear I thought I'd never get off the floor again. But I did. And I felt wonderful after it. Kind of wonderful you feel for those split seconds after you eat a bar of chocolate (after it leaves your mouth and before you have an attack of the guilt's)

 

So I definitely earned my dinner tonight! And I look forward to enjoying it guilt free. I have once again lulled the thighs and its new cronies into thinking they have a night off, but "Determination" is sneaking up on them and making them do Davina McCall's work out after dinner! sssh don't tell them!