I confess that, I originally swore I wouldn’t do the “dozen eggs a day” part of 5/3/1 Building the Monolith, but I think I’m ready to reconsider given the following

@flappinit I think your Mrs would accept this approach
I confess that, I originally swore I wouldn’t do the “dozen eggs a day” part of 5/3/1 Building the Monolith, but I think I’m ready to reconsider given the following

@flappinit I think your Mrs would accept this approach
I’ll add to the foodgasms in here:
I ate a disgusting amount of this
And earlier today was this
My confession is that I told my wife yesterday I’d think about setting us up with a meal plan that’d have us shredded by the time it’s beach weather. I will soon, but today, I failed - deliberately.
Total food porn.
I LOL’d because you and @T3hPwnisher are like separated at birth with the plate puzzlement -with pwn I was like What’s with the little flowers?..; with you I was like what’s with the candy canes?.. Heh.
I’m so glad for that. At a glance I thought those were olives.
Marriage civilizes us unfortunately. My good china is still all paper though.
I’ll defend this particular situation by saying that my wife broke the only concave serving dish we had, and the candy cane plate is the deepest one we have. I anticipated the short ribs leaking a lot of liquid, and I was right.
Now that we’ve cleared that up,
Tonight I peed sitting down in the bathroom that’s closest to my kids’ rooms so as not to wake them up.
The sink would have been a quieter option.
I confess my puzzlement was due to thinking the little flowers/candy canes were an actual part (garnish) of the dish, not merely decorations on the dish itself. Two similar “D-uh?” moments lol.
I confess that I finally went and got fitted for running shoes for the first time in my life. My feet and hips have been bothering me worse after each run so I knew it was time.
I’ve been wearing shoes that are 1.5 sizes too GD small for 15 years ![]()
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<—————— Hates running
This is a meathead forum
“Loves running” would be a proper confession
Point taken, my dear
Done with the carb-loading, back on protein and fats.
This is grilled chicken, cubed and fried in olive oil, covered in cheese and taco sauce.
Good shit
Edit. Nevermind the plate…long story
Confession:
When I see a band advertised as an X-lb or Y-kg I get a full on rage.
Its elastic.That force does what to the band? Elongated it by what unit, and how many times can that be done before it reaches its maximum potential?
Or does that take it to its maximum elastic potential - and what length is that?
Its like being told the volume of a weight plate. Great just leave me to guess the density.
DId you make a pizza with cheese as the base?
If so, I confess I hadn’t thought of that ![]()
I confess I’ve strapped dumbbells to my bands just to see what kinda force I’m putting on them when o use them lol idk if it holds up under the laws of lifting things science, but it makes me feel better.
It depends on how far you strech them. Hooks law states that in a uniform elastic body the amount of strech or compression is proportion to the force.
So if you have a 1m band and 5kg force stretches it .5m then if you stretch it a full meter (total length now 2m) you’re using 10kg force.
I know it’s odd I get like this. But I’m an engineer. And it’s important to me.
Is that the only plate she left you with?
There does seem to be an untold story about this plate.
Yep. That’s twice, and Now it’s a thing.
Explain please.