Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Monday, July 16, 2012
I GOT TO KNOW JESUS CHRIST MY LORD AND SAVIOR...WHAT YOU WAITING FOR?
Marvin Winans With Donnie McClurkin - Who Would've Thought
Sunday, July 15, 2012
How to eat cakes, ice-cream and drink lattes and still lose weight
You've heard of that phrase, watch the pennies and the pounds will take care of themselves? Well the same can also be said for calories so next time you are thinking about tucking into a biscuit, cake or curry take a second to see if there's something similar but more figure friendly instead? Here are just a few examples.
Swap: An Iced Cream Slice (335 Kcals and 16g fat)
For: An Iced Finger (152 Kcal and 3.4g fat)
Save: 183 Kcals and 12.6g fat
For: An Iced Finger (152 Kcal and 3.4g fat)
Save: 183 Kcals and 12.6g fat
All the sugar from the icing, the whipped cream and the high fat puff pastry in a cream slice wages all out war on the waistline. Iced fingers however are made from soft bread, not pastry, they don't contain cream and although still topped with icing for the sugar hit you crave they generally come in a smaller serving size all of which makes them far more figure friendly.
Swap: A Cornetto (195 kcal 9.7g fat)
For: A Whipped Ice-cream in a Cone (85 Kcal and 3.5g fat)
Save: 110 Kcal and 6.2g fat per ice-cream
For: A Whipped Ice-cream in a Cone (85 Kcal and 3.5g fat)
Save: 110 Kcal and 6.2g fat per ice-cream
Cornetto cones are packed to the tip with ice-cream and other ingredients such as chocolate and nuts that all add to the calories and fat content. A traditional 'Mr Whippy' consists of a light, low calorie wafer style cone topped with half the amount of ice-cream whipped up with double the amount of air making it far more diet friendly. Just try and pass on the flake!
Swap: A mini naan bread (165 Kcals, 7g fat)
For: A Chapatti (95 Kcals 0.5g fat)
Save: 70 Kcals and 6.5g fat
For: A Chapatti (95 Kcals 0.5g fat)
Save: 70 Kcals and 6.5g fat
Naan breads are a great source of energy giving carbohydrates but they can be quite high in fat and calories. Weight for weight chapattis contain just as much carbohydrate and protein as a naan but have far less calories and fat.
Swap: Mayonnaise (238 kcal and 26g fat per tablespoon)
For: Hummus (106 kcals and 9g fat per tablespoon)
Save: 102 kcal and 17g fat per tablespoon)
For: Hummus (106 kcals and 9g fat per tablespoon)
Save: 102 kcal and 17g fat per tablespoon)
The main ingredients of mayonnaise are oil and egg yolks which makes it a high fat, high calorie addition to your sandwich. Hummus is largely made from chickpeas and contains less olive oil so the calories and fat content are lower.
Swap: Double Cream (197 kcals and 21g fat per serving)
For: Single Cream (55 kcals and 4.7g fat per serving)
Save: 142 kcals and 16.3g fat per serving
For: Single Cream (55 kcals and 4.7g fat per serving)
Save: 142 kcals and 16.3g fat per serving
Double cream contains approximately 50% fat which is what makes it possible to whip into a thicker consistency. Single cream only has about 18% fat so if you are just looking for something to pour on a dessert or add to soups it is a far healthier choice.
Swap: A small skimmed vanilla latte (151 Kcal, 0.2g fat)
For: A small skimmed latte (51 kcal, 0.3g fat)
Save: 51 Kcals per serving
For: A small skimmed latte (51 kcal, 0.3g fat)
Save: 51 Kcals per serving
Whether it's vanilla, maple, coconut or whatever other flavours might be on offer in your favourite coffee bar, the extra sweet shot really pushes up the calories in a latte. Go for a regular skimmed latte instead and you'll save over 100 calories per drink. If you need a bit of extra sweetness add a sprinkle of chocolate powder on top.
Swap: Caesar Salad (510 Kcals and 40.5g fat per portion)
For: Chicken Salad (229 Kcals and 4.2g fat per portion)
Save: 281 kcals and 36.3g per portion
For: Chicken Salad (229 Kcals and 4.2g fat per portion)
Save: 281 kcals and 36.3g per portion
Don't let the lettuce and the name 'salad' fool you! The deep fried croutons, Parmesan shavings and fatty Caesar salad dressing that are traditionally associated with this meal can really pack a calorific punch! However, char grilled chicken breast served on a bed of salad and drizzled in a little balsamic vinegar makes a really tasty, healthy alternative.
Swap: Beef Lasagna (285 Kcal and 15g fat per portion)
For: Vegetable Lasagna (204 Kcal and 8 g fat per portion)
Save: 81 Kcals and 7g fat per portion
For: Vegetable Lasagna (204 Kcal and 8 g fat per portion)
Save: 81 Kcals and 7g fat per portion
Beef is a good source of iron but even lean beef mince contains fat which can push up calories. Swapping the beef mince for vegetables such as peppers, carrots, tomatoes and courgettes almost halves the fat content of this classic dish and significantly increases the fibre.
Swap: French Dressing (71 Kcal 7.5g fat per tablespoon)
For: Balsamic Vinegar (13 Kcal 0g fat per tablespoon)
Save: 58 Kcals and 7.5g fat per tablespoon.
For: Balsamic Vinegar (13 Kcal 0g fat per tablespoon)
Save: 58 Kcals and 7.5g fat per tablespoon.
The olive oil in French dressing may be high in healthy monounsaturated fats but it can be high in calories too. Balsamic vinegar still tastes delicious but contains far fewer calories and is fat free.
Saturday, July 14, 2012
BE PATIENT
A sweet lesson on patience.
A NYC Taxi driver wrote:
I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. 'Just a minute', answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.
After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940's movie.
By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.
There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard
box filled with photos and glassware.
'Would you carry my bag out to the car?' she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.
She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.
She kept thanking me for my kindness. 'It's nothing', I told her.. 'I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.'
'Oh, you're such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, 'Could you drive
through downtown?'
'It's not the shortest way,' I answered quickly..
'Oh, I don't mind,' she said. 'I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice.
I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. 'I don't have any family left,' she continued in a soft voice..'The doctor says I don't have very long.' I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.
'What route would you like me to take?' I asked.
For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.
We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.
Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.
As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, 'I'm tired.Let's go now'.
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.
Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.
They must have been expecting her.
I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.
'How much do I owe you?' She asked, reaching into her purse.
'Nothing,' I said
'You have to make a living,' she answered.
'There are other passengers,' I responded.
Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.She held onto me tightly.
'You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,' she said. 'Thank you.'
I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut.It was the sound of the closing of a life..
I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day,I could hardly talk.What if that woman had gotten an angry driver,or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?
On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life.
We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.
But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.
A NYC Taxi driver wrote:
I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. 'Just a minute', answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.
After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940's movie.
By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.
There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard
box filled with photos and glassware.
'Would you carry my bag out to the car?' she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.
She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.
She kept thanking me for my kindness. 'It's nothing', I told her.. 'I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.'
'Oh, you're such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, 'Could you drive
through downtown?'
'It's not the shortest way,' I answered quickly..
'Oh, I don't mind,' she said. 'I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice.
I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. 'I don't have any family left,' she continued in a soft voice..'The doctor says I don't have very long.' I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.
'What route would you like me to take?' I asked.
For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.
We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.
Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.
As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, 'I'm tired.Let's go now'.
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.
Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.
They must have been expecting her.
I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.
'How much do I owe you?' She asked, reaching into her purse.
'Nothing,' I said
'You have to make a living,' she answered.
'There are other passengers,' I responded.
Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.She held onto me tightly.
'You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,' she said. 'Thank you.'
I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut.It was the sound of the closing of a life..
I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day,I could hardly talk.What if that woman had gotten an angry driver,or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?
On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life.
We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.
But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
DREAM ALWAYS COME TRUE.BELIEVE ME...HOW MANY OF YOU...
WANT THIS ROOM?
WANT TO GO HERE?
WANT TO LIVE IN THIS HOUSE?
WANT THIS IN THEIR HOUSE?
DREAMT OF THIS?
WANNA GO HERE?
WOULD ENJOY SUCH A HOUSE?
WOULD LOVE TO SPEND THEIR HOLIDAY HERE?
WOULD LOVE THIS TO BE THEIR DREAM HOUSE?
I LEAVE THIS TO Y'ALL.MAKE A WISH AND IT WILL COME TRUE.
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