Fact: I tried to make this product 2 years ago. I still have blocks of wax in my closet.
Someone recently shared with me that all Kombucha (the "it" antioxidant / probiotic drink of the times) is derived from a “mother.” Having piqued my interest, I did a little internet reading, and learned that this fermented tea is a product of a mother, which is also known as a Symbiotic Colony of Bacteria and Yeast, and more casually called a “SCOBY.”
So basically, I now have to fight the urge to colloquially replace the name “Kombucha” with “SCOBY snacks”…because people will just think I’m being obnoxious and/or weird. Ruff times.
I tried this fad exercise last night, a few thoughts:
1. It kicked my ass
2. It’s signature, is a small pink ball that is incorporated into the workout, but as I was sitting legs up, pushing the ball up-and-down, against my shin (BACK straight, abs IN, legs TIGHT) I couldn’t help but laugh. One day in the future, this will seem delightfully retro. The soul cycle bikes, and these pink balls, will one day look like Richard Simmons’ playground to our technologically advanced future. Instead of being nostalgic for a simpler past, as I often do, I enjoyed our soon to be nostalgic present.
3. I hope I go back
I went here to learn more about their French Tutorial package. I now feel it is my obligation to share that this website will be offering $100+ internet lessons, for the fictional language of Dothraki (coming Oct 2014).
I want to thank everyone who has reached out to me about new Taylor. This article perfectly sums up how I feel.
Sometimes you have to try to forget people you love just so you can keep living.
This was the kind of hurt that could only be inflicted by someone you loved, who you thought loved you. It was sort of like being stabbed from the inside out.
You like someone who can’t like you back because unrequited love can be survived in a way that once-requited love cannot.