Nothing freaks an avid social medialite out like not being able to access an important social media account.
At some point between last night and this morning, my Google account logged out. This hasn’t happened in months, so naturally, I forgot my password. I tried every combination of what I thought it could be to no avail. I messaged my BFF Hope who often knows more about me than I know about myself. She instantly replied with two other password possibilities. They didn’t work either. The phone number on file “didn’t match” mine. I couldn’t remember the password for my backup email address either (no surprise.) Every security question answered was wrong, which is interesting, as I made up the answers. In slyly trying to fool any potential internet hackers, I successfully fooled myself.
What started as a cozy breakfast email check with a hot cup of tea quickly took a turn for bitchville. I sat in my chair furiously typing, feeling my blood pressure creeping up as I was internally screaming “I GIVE UP! I AM QUITTING THE INTERNET!!!” My boyfriend and his mother (who we just moved in with, and I’m pretty sure she might be regretting this already given my 2/3 cranky morning record already) quickly tip toed out the door to work, avoiding direct eye contact with the furious blogger.
(Though not before Geoff, who often likes to cheer me up by being incredibly obnoxious, handed me a peanut M&M out of his pocket that had gone through the washing machine. Interesting fun fact: they don’t melt. The candy coating simply washes away, leaving a completely intact chocolate candy. Very creepy in the “this clearly isn’t real food” way.)
I finally stood up and took a few deep breaths, once again cursing myself for having yet to take up yoga or some sort of relaxation method. So instead I stormed around the house for a bit, slugged some of my now not-so-hot tea, then realized that I could have a password reset email sent to a third email address, reset the backup email, and then reset the password for the first email. I also realized I need to write down my passwords, and that I shouldn’t attempt ANY of this nonsense before the breakfast caffeine has kicked in.
Success. And with that, I felt my blood pressure begin to drop, the anxiety slip away, and the realization that I was a total asshole first thing in the morning creep in. New rule: no internet before the 8:00 am start of the work day.
So here we are. I was going to write a post regarding the “Truth about Bars”. No, not the $2 draft happy hour type (though as a former bartender, I could tell you stories for days). Instead this kind:
And by “the truth” I simply mean “my truth”. You see last night at work I was devouring one of these (the SuperHero one, not the peanut butter bar, we all know my feelings regarding that particular nut), I exclaimed to my coworker/boyfriend “I don’t care what anyone says, I LOVE BARS! “
You see, protein/etc bars have gotten a bad rap over the years from the health/weight loss community, for a few valid reasons:
1) They are often full of junk. Chemicals, processed soy, etc. Read labels wisely.
2) They pack a caloric punch for such a small snack. Fat and calorie content can often be equivalent of a candy bar.
3) They are often overly processed, and don’t (and shouldn’t) replace eating “real” foods.
Equally valid reasons why I love bars:
1) They can often NOT be full of junk, if you find the right ones. Instead they are full of yummy things that I otherwise wouldn’t eat. Case in point: almonds (and nuts and seeds in general). I simply do not like eating plain almonds. But pack them in with some dried cranberries and a little dark chocolate, and I’m sold.
2) They pack a caloric punch for such a small snack. Often times I’m running between my own workout and training clients, and there isn’t time to sit down for a meal. Or even an entire snack. A few bites of a bar will satisfy me and prevent the “hangry” (hungry+ angry) beast from making it’s unwelcome appearance.
3) I like chocolate.
4) While certainly NOT a substitute for other foods, they are often high in protein. As a vegetarian, the more the merrier when it comes to alternative protein sources.
So there you have it. A condensed version of something I was going to elaborate on this morning before Google* totally ruined my computer time. (*OK it was my own fault).
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