Plague of Strength

“This is the true story, of seven strangers (ok… one couple), picked to live in a house, work together, and have their lives taped. Find out what happens, when people stop being polite, and start getting real… “

So, what is it ACTUALLY like to live with the most mental bro-tato chip in the free world? Is he ACTUALLY that fucking insane in the gym? How the FUCK does he get so big?!? What the hell does he eat?!? Is he ACTUALLY as hardcore as his blog?!?

Welcome to mi vida loca.

I am the woman in the background doing a lot of the tech, taking the photos, doing graphic design and generally being Jamie’s lackey when it comes to Plague of Strength. A few of you know me, most of you don’t. I figured it would be fun to bring you behind the curtain, so you can see what we are up to, what we are eating, and what we are lifting. This is my part of the site, although I am sure Jamie will throw his 2 cents in occasionally.

Who am I?

Well… You can call me Tara. I am a former pro-wrestler, and current the queen of hustle. My Clark Kent-type job is in construction, but I do a bit of everything. I do the technical shit for Plague of Strength, including the conversions of e-books, web page maintenance, and a good portion of the graphic design. Plus I do freelance bookkeeping and work at a supplement store. I am notoriously cheap (frugal as my dad corrects me), with an addiction to FabFitFun boxes , Amazon Subscribe & Save, and Amazon in general, which is why I am so cheap in other ways.

So, what is it ACTUALLY like to live with the most mental bro-tato chip in the free world? Is he ACTUALLY as hardcore as his blog?!?

In a word?… YES!

Have you heard Jamie’s rants on the CnP Hatecast? THAT is my every day life. I rarely read the blogs and NEVER listen to the HateCast, because I live and breathe all of it 18/7. I know, I know… its 24/7. Thankfully for 6 hours a day Jamie is snoring peacefully, dreaming of zombie invasions eradicating all the people he hates.

When he is not ranting about civilization, or how 6-year olds shouldn’t be fucking playing Call of Duty WWII or that his team fucking sucks, he is fucking “annoying me”. Tickling me, “not touching me”, shoving his fingers into my belly button. Anything humanly possible to dry hump my last nerve, while making me laugh.

One of these days I am going to end up shooting him in the ass with an elephant tranquilizer, or crushing up Prozac and putting it in his protein to get a week of peace and quiet. One where I can read a book, without getting the 3rd degree about whether it is a trashy romance novel (it usually is), or getting a finger in my ear just because.

Is he ACTUALLY that fucking insane in the gym?

Nah… he TOTALLY sits on his ass in the gym listening to pop, using the colorful weights to sculpt, wearing man-pris and a spanx undershirt.

85% of our gym avoids Jamie like the FUCKING PLAGUE! Why? Because he roams around breathe-screaming death metal, veins popped out of his neck, looking like he is going to tear someone limb from limb. All of this while he is wearing some sort of Satanic-wear and lifting ridiculous amounts of weight.

Keep in mind, I am generally looking like a combination of Punky Brewster, Rainbow Bright and a 3 year-old who was allowed to dress themselves. I don’t really care how I look at the gym, but I have never fallen out of love with Crossfit neons and funny shirts. And much to Jamie’s amusement, I listen to pop and will dance between sets.

He is probably gonna murder me for posting him in compression pants but… They are the brightest set of pants he owns and he wore them ONCE.

How the FUCK does he get so big?!?

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…

Because he goes to the gym? Because he eats fucking constantly (more on this later)? Oh… and the fact that he ACTUALLY lifts rather than worrying about videoing or any of the other idiotic shit people worry about in the lifting world?

I get that people are allowed to do their own thing, but if people spent less time worrying about how their ass looked in an instagram pic, and more time lifting maybe they would see results. And I MORE than came to this epiphany before Jamie and I got together.

I am not a small broad by ANY stretch of the imagination. I’m 5’8, and I got my 6’3 HS linebacker father’s build. I am WELL aware I am built like a dude with tits. I will never be a waif-y chick. As Jamie says, I am “strong on plow [in a weird slavic accent]”. Even “worse” is I build muscle like a guy. Needless to say, first doing CrossFit and now training with Jamie, I am benching and squatting weights I never thought I could.

So, yeah… if you ACTUALLY lift shit, you will gain muscle.

What the hell does he eat?!?

EVERYTHING! It would be cheaper to feed a fucking tiger. Jamie eats fucking constantly.

We are doing keto for the next couple months, so you will be able to get quick, cheap keto recipes & suggestions. More on this in a future blog, simple because we are on Day 3 and I am at the point of wanting to nuke the world for a mega stuffed oreo.

Seriously?!? What the FUCK???  They probably won’t be around anymore when this fucking hell diet is done. PS. I am habitually over-dramatic and have been a creative writer for years so yeah… enjoy.

Upcoming shit…

Keep a watch out for:

• Re-releases of Jamie’s e-books & eventually paperbacks as well on Amazon
  • Prepare for War (Competition Planning & Cutting for Powerlifting) by Jamie Lewis is available for pre-order.
• A couple brand new e-books & cookbooks
• What the Chaoses eat on weekends
• Tara’s public nervous breakdown over the lack of carbs in her life
• Updates on what we are lifting, plus how to deal with life and still have time to lift

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