This shouldn’t make me laugh as much as it did. But…it did.
I’ll tell ya… The power of makeup…
I was so excited to see news of this brand, Safe Catch! As someone who ingests a lot of protein, but who also doesn’t eat red meat, having healthy non-beef options is important. Fortunately in the last few years, many companies have gotten away from BPA-lined cans, and / or cans in general. Buying bags of tuna, salmon and chicken is therefore a lot easier than it used to be…but there’s still concern of heavy metals with the fish.
Enter Safe Catch, a company whose mission it is to provide some peace of mind to consumers worried about mercury – a very legitimate concern, and one we weren’t aware of when I was a kid (devouring tuna salad sandwiches like they were going out of style!)
The Company’s limit is three to ten times stricter than the FDA’s, depending on the variety of fish (wild tuna vs wild albacore tuna.)
Safe Catch also contain zero additives and fillers, goes through an “artisan (slow cook) process,” and is sustainably sourced.
Incredibly excited and will be keeping an eye out for these in-store for sure! And no, I wasn’t put up to it… Just sharing the goodness! 😉
Heavy Metal…, #1.
And company to cheer me on…#2.
(Technically, he was sleeping off and on…but it was helpful to have company anyway!)
More on fit jazz…
This would totally be my jam.
With black and red pompoms? Hell yes.
It’s a good tune for the gym, 1,000% – spin bike, lifting, sprints, whatever – and it totally has that “pep rally” sound. You know, for when getting your ass on a treadmill is (and usually will be) the LAST thing you want to do?
Motivate with some metal!
Bubblegum (sugar-free, of course) happens to be a real saving grace for me. Yes, I know the majority of ingredients are alarmingly unpronounceable. And I am perfectly well aware that increasing the rate and intensity at which I chew may well land me in TMJ (temporomandibular joint) jail – I’ve induced the condition in the past – vehemently chomping through stress – so no need to preach to me about that!
Still. . .bubblegum – Bubblemint, to be clear – has prevented me from many an unsavory situation. Perhaps it is the sweet, non-sugared (though, thanks to fancy-pants, long-winded chemicals) “candied,” pink piquancy that accounts for the of super, ass-kicking power it bestows upon the chewer? I wish I could have asked Roddy Piper. . .
Let’s take the recent crane crash on the Tappan Zee bridge… How fun was it to get that news, while already driving back home at the WORST time of day?!
The reroute of traffic (through every neighboring town, city, suburb, what have you) to the GWB (that’s George Washington Bridge, for those fortunate not to know it) caused a massive hazarai. New Yorkers are naturally aggressive on the road – add to that proclivity the threat. . .er, promise. . .of substantial delays, and you are a minnow maneuvering in a shark tank. Yikes.
One lady literally drove her car towards mine, only a hair shy of indentation. Normally I might say a few disgruntled words to myself…but her singing and snide, deliberately obnoxious (feigned, I dare add) “smiley” attitude rubbed me so the wrong way that I thought I was about to get out of the car – Black Label hoodie, four-eyed and all. It was like a wave of precursory “road rage” that broadsided me. As a martial artist I always have that voice that kicks in saying “you never know who you are dealing with” in the back of my head. Well, that angel’s voice took its quick cue, thankfully. . .but it wasn’t until I had some bubblegum that the devil was quelled.
Yes…three, simulated-saccharine pieces and all was okay with the world. (Alright, my knee was uptight and I wanted out, but it was better.)
As Waze and Google simultaneously – and resolutely! – labored to find the fastest route (I was on it but one can hope), I took a deep breath, turned up my Octane, and enjoyed the familiar swell of sweetness.