Thank you all for the supportive comments on my last post – I’m glad you all agree that women should be lifting heavy!
So can you believe that this time next week we will be in London?! Everything is on track, and we have just a few things left to sort out. On the downside, our internet broke last night. So I’m blogging from a coffee shop…yeah, I’m that girl.
I have spent the past two years searching for damn spaghetti squash, after seeing it posted all over various blogs. Of course, in a moment of great timing, my local greengrocer started stocking it less than two weeks before we leave the country!
My verdict? It was okay, but I probably wouldn’t have it again. It also cost $5 for one measly squash, which makes for rather expensive fake spaghetti!
I boiled the squash for 40 minutes, cut it in half and scraped out all the seeds. Then you gently pick at the flesh, to pull away spaghetti-like strands.
I just showed Rob the picture below and he said: “Who the f#&* thinks that tastes like spaghetti? It looks like the cat’s vomit!” Haha.
I topped it with a sauce I made using diced tomatoes, diced chicken breast, zucchini, carrot, red pepper, onion, garlic and chilli. The sauce was amazing, but the spaghetti squash was not so much. As stupid as this sounds, it just tasted like there was pumpkin in my pasta sauce.
I have a theory about foods like spaghetti squash which are raved about on blogs. Nearly every ‘healthified’ recipe I’ve tried doesn’t taste that great, and I’d rather just stick to my plain ol’ chicken and vegetables while having a real bowl of pasta every couple of months. I’m sorry to disappoint, but a competition diet really isn’t glamorous. Example: Rob eats his five-day old sweet potato standing in front of the fridge, straight out of the tupperware container for every single meal. I can promise you that isn’t “amazeballs”.
There are two things we’re missing out on because of the move that I’m bummed out about:
The FitX Sport and Fitness expo in Melbourne in April. Melbourne is only an hour flight from Sydney and Rob and I would have definitely gone. Back when we were thinking of moving to Germany, we actually looked at arranging our flights so we could fly out of Melbourne. I mean, have you seen the list of attendees?! Erin Stern, Nicole Wilkins, Phil Heath… need I go on?
I think if I actually met any of these people I would probably faint. Right after the Melbourne event, they hold an expo here in Sydney, and last year Branch Warren and Amanda Latona attended. I don’t even like Amanda that much, and I was too afraid to talk to her!! Lame, I know.
The other annoying thing is that Raechelle Chase – who is also going to be in Sydney in April! – hosted a private workout with 15 extremely lucky women last weekend. If we weren’t moving, I would have flown over to New Zealand to work out with her without hesitation. It was only $150, which included a new outfit and shoes! In fact, Rob wanted to send me regardless, but I couldn’t justify the cost of the flights (almost $500) plus any other transport or accommodation costs. Boooo.
The good news? Rob and I are going to Paris for lunch on Tuesday, March 6. Yes, Paris for lunch, just because we can. What can top that?