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Christmas is coming! And with Christmas, there come delicious yet usually unhealthy Christmas foods. Especially, of course, cookies. In order to be able to enjoy tasty cookies without ruining my clean bodybuilding diet, I need to come up with the best bodybuilding christmas cookie recipes I can. I’ve already tested some recipes in the past. The outcome, however, was usually not so tasty at all. Duh. But this year, I’m ready for a whole lot of trial and error.. so hereby I officially announce the beginning of my 2009 bodybuilding bakery project which will hopefully lead to edible results. 
Well, not actually dying maybe, but I feel like crap at the moment. Like real crap. So what happened?
Last weekend, I basically shocked my immune system too much. First of all, I took a shower and a bath with my girlfriend in the evening, with the bathroom window closed. The whole room was filled with fog, the lights were out and only a few candles provided some light. With this Dan Gibson CD and an Enigma album running, being in the bathroom felt like deep sea diving or hiding in a dark rainforest during a monsoon night. Good stuff. After leaving the deep ocean/shady jungle, we slept in my living room.. where it was relatively warm and dry. Stuffy air.
In the morning, we again took a shower. 
Afterwards, we took a substantial breakfast in the kitchen. After filling myself with vast amounts of protein and carbs, we decided to visit my neighbor. We practiced some flips on his trampoline.. I practiced 540° frontflips, 900° backflips and double btwists, to be precise. Now, in my neighbor’s garden, where the trampoline is, it was pretty cold and wet. After flip practice, I did several sets of muscle ups on a crappy high bar in my neighbor’s garden.. which can’t be considered ‘high’ at all, because it’s like 50 inches off the ground. After unsuccessfully trying to bombard my neighbor’s cunning cat with chestnuts (she clings to you and starts to purr and then she bites you), I decided to go home, humiliated by the cat’s victory. Revenge is sweet, you little bastard.