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Lean, Mean Protein Eating Machine

Food. I like me some good food. I like local food. I like organic/natural food. I like food that is produced by good companies. I like food that is wholesome and nutritious. I like food to make me feel better, not worse.

I have not been eating the best lately and have noticed that Ive been tired ALL the time. So last night I decided to change that and start eating a little better.

Well, at least for dinner... Last night and tonight I cooked up lots of deliciousness and felt/feel SO much better about life.

I "stole" an onion, yellow pepper and chickpeas from the dining hall last night to add into my stir fry. I had some left-over quinoa and peas last night but tonight I just stuck with the basics. Chopped up veggies, chickpeas and black beans, garlic and seasonings and of course, a bit of cheese on top. And dont forget, a hard boiled egg from Easter Sunday (look how blue it turned out!!). That meal right there is what you call some mean nutrients and protein. I feel fantastic.

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