I haven’t worked out since mid-December, when I started going to a gym that my friend, Mr. Smith, frequents. It’s not cross fit but it’s very similar – you do interval training at different stations and the exercises change every class. It was intense, to say the least. Thinking it would motivate me to actually continue going, I bought a 20 class package for $200. Guess who hasn’t gone back to the gym since before Christmas?
Yup, I’m a bloody fool…a bloody lazy fool.
It’s been gorgeous in Vancouver so I actually forced myself to go for a run after work today. I took it easy, jogging at a fairly slow pace. One lap around the park and my heart was pounding out of my chest, nausea washing over me in waves. Lesson here? I freaking need to work on my fitness. And I definitely need to eat less of this:
These, my friends, I’ve titled junk food magic bars because they contain everything that is bad and evil for your arteries but oh so good to the ravenous taste buds. I made them in honour of my good friend, Paula of Vintage Kitchen Notes. Paula is dealing with the aftermath of a devastating flood in Buenos Aires and when she asked for some guest posts on her blog, I immediately jumped at the chance to help lessen her load just a bit.
And seriously, nothing is more comforting sometimes than salty, sweet, crunchy, creamy junk food – we’re talking a brown butter chocolate chip cookie base, condensed milk, Toffifee, topped off with crushed potato chips and pretzels drizzled in caramel.
I have nothing but love and admiration for Paula. While I can go on and on about this amazing lady, you should just jump over to her blog and check out my post here.