One thing that I have been acutely aware of recently is the importance of the girls in Yeager Bombs. I knew this would happen, which is why I wanted to start the group in the first place. Yes, figure competitions are entirely individual - you are on stage by yourself, your placings are based on YOUR physique, and you are accountable for yourself during prep. Every Sunday, the Yeager Bombs get our sweat on together, and it's so, so helpful. To have Ashley, Lauren, Katy, Nicole, and Amy in there with me pushes me in ways that I cannot really express. They feel what I feel, they think what I think, they push how I push. It's incredibly motivating. Additionally, during the week, I coerce Lauren or Nicole to lift with me, or Ashley to run sprints with me. They fall for it every time! Heehee! Our workouts are so tough, that just having someone there with me, experiencing the same pain, is a bit of a comfort. I know I can look over at Lauren grinding out another torturous set of step-up crossovers and I'll immediately feel better about the pain in my legs and my own shortness of breath. When the road gets this tough, having a good buddy along the way does wonders for the psyche. I feed sorry for people who don't train with groups during contest prep. I went down this road alone once, and it sucked BIG TIME. 3 of the girls I train with will be in my class, and sure, it'll suck to be up against them, but I honestly don't care who wins. Do I want it to be me? Obviously. Will I be upset if it's Lauren or Nic? Nope! My triumphs are their triumphs and vice versa. This is the way it should be. I have always been a very team-oriented gal: it's just the way my brain is wired. At the end of the day, if Lauren or Nicole wins my class, I'll be backstage, jumping up and down in my heels, squealing like a little girl when they're on stage for the overall title. I will take pride in their victory. Because at the end of the day, this isn't Beth vs Lauren vs Nicole: this is the Yeager Bombs vs the other bitches on stage. I want a victory for my TEAM. Last year, when Melanie won the overall fitness title, I CRIED - I was literally so happy for her that I cried. That's what it's all about, my friends.
Now onto the fries. My hunger is absolutely out of control these days. White potatoes are on my meal plan, and I so look forward to chowing down on my delicious spuds every night. I often vary the way in which I prepare my 'taters, and this week, I made them into french fries. Now, before you get TOO excited, understand that I am at a point in prep where I can't really put anything fancy on my food. So if you think these are going to taste like the shit you get at McD's, think again. But they get the job done. And for those of you who want to talk about Glycemic Index, save your breath - I have no time for the GI, and I think it's a bunch of buuuuuuuuuulshit. I don't really care that white potatoes are higher on the GI than sweet potatoes. Why? Because I workout, that's why. And because they're higher on the satiety index than sweet potatoes. And right now, I care way more about how full I feel. Enough of the broscience, here's my fry recipe:
5 white potatoes, cut into thin fries
sea salt/pepper
oregano
garlic salt
PAM evoo
Preheat oven to 425 and spray cookie sheet with PAM. Place your fries on the cookie sheet and spray them with PAM, as well. Sprinkle on all of your spices and bake for 20-25 minutes. Check them to make sure they don't burn. When done, take them out and stir them around a bit. Move the rack to the very top of your oven and turn on the broiler to high. Broil for about 5 minutes to finish them off and to make them crispy. You have to watch them like a damn hawk to make sure they don't burn.
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