Rotten meat and Pump-de luxe
For those of you who read me regurarly (if you exist)or know me, you might have understood that dreams are important in my life. Day dreams and nightly visions..and I never seize to amuse myself, analyzing the connections and meanings of the nightly dreams and how they can be implemented and interpreted in my every day life.
While having dinner today I was reminded of a dream of mine last night..
There was a war and my mission was to provide "food "(which im sure has nothing to do with reality and my self struggle as a non labouring woman in a Greek household)
anyways..The dream, it was as stolen from a movie scene, a comedy starring Steve Martin is close at mind for some reason..the house, American, big and white..the wooden porch with a hammock... Nik standing in the doorway to the house, holding my shoulders, telling me in a desperate voice: "Protein Hanna, we need to get protein!", that being my cue I took the chance in between two bomb raids and went scouting in the dumpsters of the city that was our home. I came upon a wrapped plastic package with a peculiar smell..opened it and lucky me..at least a kilo of uncooked meat inside..rotten meat.
They say that you don´t have a sense of smell in your dreams. Thats statement is no longer a fact. I remember it as if it was real i´m telling you. The smell of that dark coloured meat was definitely not a product of imagination, in the dream it was very real.
Still this is a dream.. so smell or no smell I had found a pure protein source., my man would be proud. Happy hunter, back to the white house to cook this filthy piece of nutrition from unknown species.
Whats the best way to cook a kg of rotten meat? That´s right, pour a saucepan half full of oil, heat it, and fry the whole steak in the pan. Protein protein protein. Nik was thrilled.
I was happy to satisfy him but a bit worried about the texture of the meat..i remember chewing it and having to spit out pieces of gristle and fat- I told myself this couldn't be healthy so I decided to ask a protein expert. I called on Takis the incredible. In reality He´s a buddy that Nik remembers he has once a year, in about MArch each year Takis is more abundant and a greater part of our social life than th erest of the year. Takis, who now runs a family business used to be a PT in Athlokinisi, the trendiest gym on the island. Nik is still jealous of Takis six pack which is why Takis acts as an information source on fat burning excersise, protein diet, which supermarket sells eggs with the biggest egg whites inside, whats more filling turkey or chicken breast? What brand of fat burners doesn't make you rush to the hospital with a galopping pulse and so on..)
Takis presence in daily life(real) is probably why I decided to call him for expertise on the questionable quality of the food I had brought home in times of war (dream).
Takis showed up on the large wooden porch and had brought a bodybuilding friend with him (actually quite an irrelevant character, who exists in reality but is noone I have a reason to include in my nightly dreams).
This guy (I´ll call him NG) and Takis the incredible, where now waitiing for me to tell them the reason I had called on the experts. Instead of asking their advice on the protein content of the suspicious dinner I had just cooked, I brought out a weight lifting bar, thinking: "Here´s my chance of showing them my new exercise program and maybe get a chance to start working as an instructor at the gym!"
I grabbed on to the bar and told NG and Takis that they would be the first to witness my incredible PUMP-Deluxe class. So there I was, doing an exclusive before two pairs of (quite hunky) bodybuilders eyes. Now what connection to reality could there possibly be for this irrelevant series of dream events?
Of course, to some extent the dream reflects, what the conversation circles around in mine and Nik´s private sphere these days. He is on a strict fat burning-protein-beach 2009 program..while I was riding on the same train as him for a week I fell less and less motivated myself to do any changes to my diet to do something about my car-tyre like waistline...I just eat what I feel like..whenever I feel like it..
Although, except for these days of the flue, I do try to exercise regularly, and the truth is I have been missing the effects of the PUMP class from my old gym in Sweden. Having checked the GYMmarket (before i decided to stick to home training) I know there is nothing like it here in Zakynthos. I practice a home version of that class using two free 5 kg weight..and I have to admit,my program might as well be a PUMP -de luxe in a trendy inner city gym :)
Maybe that dream was a call on me to
1. improve my cooking skills
2. Literally follow my dreams?
what should I cook tomorrow?
While having dinner today I was reminded of a dream of mine last night..
There was a war and my mission was to provide "food "(which im sure has nothing to do with reality and my self struggle as a non labouring woman in a Greek household)
anyways..The dream, it was as stolen from a movie scene, a comedy starring Steve Martin is close at mind for some reason..the house, American, big and white..the wooden porch with a hammock... Nik standing in the doorway to the house, holding my shoulders, telling me in a desperate voice: "Protein Hanna, we need to get protein!", that being my cue I took the chance in between two bomb raids and went scouting in the dumpsters of the city that was our home. I came upon a wrapped plastic package with a peculiar smell..opened it and lucky me..at least a kilo of uncooked meat inside..rotten meat.
They say that you don´t have a sense of smell in your dreams. Thats statement is no longer a fact. I remember it as if it was real i´m telling you. The smell of that dark coloured meat was definitely not a product of imagination, in the dream it was very real.
Still this is a dream.. so smell or no smell I had found a pure protein source., my man would be proud. Happy hunter, back to the white house to cook this filthy piece of nutrition from unknown species.
Whats the best way to cook a kg of rotten meat? That´s right, pour a saucepan half full of oil, heat it, and fry the whole steak in the pan. Protein protein protein. Nik was thrilled.
I was happy to satisfy him but a bit worried about the texture of the meat..i remember chewing it and having to spit out pieces of gristle and fat- I told myself this couldn't be healthy so I decided to ask a protein expert. I called on Takis the incredible. In reality He´s a buddy that Nik remembers he has once a year, in about MArch each year Takis is more abundant and a greater part of our social life than th erest of the year. Takis, who now runs a family business used to be a PT in Athlokinisi, the trendiest gym on the island. Nik is still jealous of Takis six pack which is why Takis acts as an information source on fat burning excersise, protein diet, which supermarket sells eggs with the biggest egg whites inside, whats more filling turkey or chicken breast? What brand of fat burners doesn't make you rush to the hospital with a galopping pulse and so on..)
Takis presence in daily life(real) is probably why I decided to call him for expertise on the questionable quality of the food I had brought home in times of war (dream).
Takis showed up on the large wooden porch and had brought a bodybuilding friend with him (actually quite an irrelevant character, who exists in reality but is noone I have a reason to include in my nightly dreams).
This guy (I´ll call him NG) and Takis the incredible, where now waitiing for me to tell them the reason I had called on the experts. Instead of asking their advice on the protein content of the suspicious dinner I had just cooked, I brought out a weight lifting bar, thinking: "Here´s my chance of showing them my new exercise program and maybe get a chance to start working as an instructor at the gym!"
I grabbed on to the bar and told NG and Takis that they would be the first to witness my incredible PUMP-Deluxe class. So there I was, doing an exclusive before two pairs of (quite hunky) bodybuilders eyes. Now what connection to reality could there possibly be for this irrelevant series of dream events?
Of course, to some extent the dream reflects, what the conversation circles around in mine and Nik´s private sphere these days. He is on a strict fat burning-protein-beach 2009 program..while I was riding on the same train as him for a week I fell less and less motivated myself to do any changes to my diet to do something about my car-tyre like waistline...I just eat what I feel like..whenever I feel like it..
Although, except for these days of the flue, I do try to exercise regularly, and the truth is I have been missing the effects of the PUMP class from my old gym in Sweden. Having checked the GYMmarket (before i decided to stick to home training) I know there is nothing like it here in Zakynthos. I practice a home version of that class using two free 5 kg weight..and I have to admit,my program might as well be a PUMP -de luxe in a trendy inner city gym :)
Maybe that dream was a call on me to
1. improve my cooking skills
2. Literally follow my dreams?
what should I cook tomorrow?
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