Every time Nicki Minaj speaks on American Idol I honestly lose hope in humanity as a whole. But its sort of like watching a train wreck and my attempt to turn away fails every time.
I continue to watch and just remain thankful Keith Urban is on the same screen. Don't feel the need to button the top 3 buttons on that beautiful plaid Keith? America thanks you.
Complete redemption.
What a day.
It was long to say the least considering I woke up at 3:52. It never fails that I wake up right before the alarm, so actually going back to sleep makes no sense.
I get up. Start moving. And hope for a small dose of sanity sometime before 7am.
In the midst of the chaos, I could hardly move.
The upper part of my rearend was absolutely killing me. Something was pulling, and I couldn't even get into fetal position (my fave) to relieve the pain. Demonstrating any kind of abdominal exercise was painful, and by 9am I thought I was going to lose my mind.
Thankfully, Ellen walks in.
I might as well have seen Jesus in that moment.
In 2 minutes she had me on the table twisting me, pulling me, driving her elbow in my ass like a prison fight, you get the picture.
Honestly, I wanted to cry. I hurt so bad and yet so good.
Oh she found the knot...and finally I felt like I could move properly.
She instructed me to roll on a golf ball for the next few days.....let me tell you what I don't want anywhere near my backside,....a golf ball.
We'll see how that goes.
Almost 9:30 and so much more to cover, but I truly need to hit the bed. Another full day ahead. And then its a big wedding weekend....
My dear friend Melissa is getting married, and I just pulled my bridesmaids dress out of the box last weekend. Thank God it didn't need to be altered, but if I flex one good time its all over.
Let the games begin...
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Monday, February 25, 2013
Oh Echo
What's worse than fighting the parking lot traffic at Whole Foods?
Doing it twice,...on a Monday.
It doesn't matter what time of day I go, I end up wandering around the parking lot like a nomad for 10 minutes stalking people as they walk to their car. I stare them down as if they are moving at slugs pace, which they're not, but unless its an all out 100m dash at that point, they might as well limp the entire way.
So dramatic.
My first trip to the store I practically had to stop for a water break from my spot to the front door. I got a little luckier the second go round. Not only was I closer, but I also had the luxury of claiming a spot next to a Toyota Echo. Let me tell you something about this mini auto-nightmare...
Despite the claustrophobic driving experience one might have during operation, parking beside one is a gift from the universe.
Being able to open my door without having to suck in and slide out like a felon is one of life's simple pleasures. Some days I would pay good money for that extra 10 inches. In contrast, parking between a Suburban and Sequoia makes me want to crank up the Alanis Morrisette and slash a few tires.
I'd be angry...She's been angry since about 1995, so the whole scene works....
On a lighter note,...
It was a great day with clients. I was pretty tired from the start since I decided to have coffee yesterday at 5:30 and proceed to not fall asleep until pushing 11 last night.
Miserable.
Body was tired, mind was s-t-r-u-g-g-l-i-n-g, and I didn't really feel any good rhythm until after 2. Yeah, that's not really ideal considering my workday starts at 6.
Tonight I will be clutching the pillow by 9.
And lastly,...
A call to focus.
I've had numerous emails and texts lately about this, and more specifically, getting caught up in being comfortable and thus losing focus/motivation.
We get on a plan, we start off energized, excited, and READY for change. Theeeen, life happens and the next thing we know we're falling back into the habits that initiated the plan for change to begin with. Sound familiar?
What we fail to take into account is that motivation is a daily choice. It is not a one-and-done deal. No, it doesn't have to consume your life or maintain that you spend hours thinking about it. But rather, you actively create an environment that promotes healthy choices, supplies ample support, and fosters growth from the inside out. Again, DAILY choices and behavioral changes.
Wake up remembering why you began this journey, and then choose to do the things necessary so when you lay your head down at night, you are satisfied with your effort, progress, and overall commitment to yourself.
No, its not easy,...but it sure beats feelings of regret, self deprecation, and insecurity.
Well folks, I am spent.
Time to hit the bed,...more to come tomorrow...
Doing it twice,...on a Monday.
It doesn't matter what time of day I go, I end up wandering around the parking lot like a nomad for 10 minutes stalking people as they walk to their car. I stare them down as if they are moving at slugs pace, which they're not, but unless its an all out 100m dash at that point, they might as well limp the entire way.
So dramatic.
My first trip to the store I practically had to stop for a water break from my spot to the front door. I got a little luckier the second go round. Not only was I closer, but I also had the luxury of claiming a spot next to a Toyota Echo. Let me tell you something about this mini auto-nightmare...
Despite the claustrophobic driving experience one might have during operation, parking beside one is a gift from the universe.
Being able to open my door without having to suck in and slide out like a felon is one of life's simple pleasures. Some days I would pay good money for that extra 10 inches. In contrast, parking between a Suburban and Sequoia makes me want to crank up the Alanis Morrisette and slash a few tires.
I'd be angry...She's been angry since about 1995, so the whole scene works....
On a lighter note,...
It was a great day with clients. I was pretty tired from the start since I decided to have coffee yesterday at 5:30 and proceed to not fall asleep until pushing 11 last night.
Miserable.
Body was tired, mind was s-t-r-u-g-g-l-i-n-g, and I didn't really feel any good rhythm until after 2. Yeah, that's not really ideal considering my workday starts at 6.
Tonight I will be clutching the pillow by 9.
And lastly,...
A call to focus.
I've had numerous emails and texts lately about this, and more specifically, getting caught up in being comfortable and thus losing focus/motivation.
We get on a plan, we start off energized, excited, and READY for change. Theeeen, life happens and the next thing we know we're falling back into the habits that initiated the plan for change to begin with. Sound familiar?
What we fail to take into account is that motivation is a daily choice. It is not a one-and-done deal. No, it doesn't have to consume your life or maintain that you spend hours thinking about it. But rather, you actively create an environment that promotes healthy choices, supplies ample support, and fosters growth from the inside out. Again, DAILY choices and behavioral changes.
Wake up remembering why you began this journey, and then choose to do the things necessary so when you lay your head down at night, you are satisfied with your effort, progress, and overall commitment to yourself.
No, its not easy,...but it sure beats feelings of regret, self deprecation, and insecurity.
Well folks, I am spent.
Time to hit the bed,...more to come tomorrow...
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Fully Exfoliated
My face literally feels like a baby's bottom.
Minus the diaper rash.
I just had my first facial, and I could have honestly laid there and let Kim rub my face for another 2 hours.
Dark room....music playing...heated sheets......suddenly this looks more like foreplay. Whatever, it was amazing. Not going to lie though, I wasn't sure how this entire process worked, so when she told me she'd step out while I undressed and got ready, I was slightly caught off guard.
Soooo, you're going to rub my face, but my pants need to be off....
Totally on board with that.
No really, I was on that table in 5.3 seconds. Let's be honest, if they started doing that for pedicures my feet wouldn't look like they've been neglected since last summer.
Seriously though, it was truly a great experience. Being that my hands have more calluses than fingers, I couldn't get over how soft her hands were. And I mean it in the most non-creepy way possible,....ha, if there is such a thing.
If that were me giving the facial, the poor client's face would look like it was attacked by a sandblaster.
Needless to say the hour went by way too fast, and I can't wait to go back.
If you live in this area get over to Beauty and The Bull and see Kim! Wonderful experience.
Tomorrow is supposed to be gorgeous,...thank God. Its been rainy and gross for the last few days and one more might do me in. I have plans for a jog, so we'll see how that goes.
My left calf muscle has been throbbing for a few days now, so running doesn't exactly feel great....this could be interesting....
Alright folks, bedtime. I'll probably lay there and rub my face until I fall asleep.
Make it a great Sunday.
Minus the diaper rash.
I just had my first facial, and I could have honestly laid there and let Kim rub my face for another 2 hours.
Dark room....music playing...heated sheets......suddenly this looks more like foreplay. Whatever, it was amazing. Not going to lie though, I wasn't sure how this entire process worked, so when she told me she'd step out while I undressed and got ready, I was slightly caught off guard.
Soooo, you're going to rub my face, but my pants need to be off....
Totally on board with that.
No really, I was on that table in 5.3 seconds. Let's be honest, if they started doing that for pedicures my feet wouldn't look like they've been neglected since last summer.
Seriously though, it was truly a great experience. Being that my hands have more calluses than fingers, I couldn't get over how soft her hands were. And I mean it in the most non-creepy way possible,....ha, if there is such a thing.
If that were me giving the facial, the poor client's face would look like it was attacked by a sandblaster.
Needless to say the hour went by way too fast, and I can't wait to go back.
If you live in this area get over to Beauty and The Bull and see Kim! Wonderful experience.
Tomorrow is supposed to be gorgeous,...thank God. Its been rainy and gross for the last few days and one more might do me in. I have plans for a jog, so we'll see how that goes.
My left calf muscle has been throbbing for a few days now, so running doesn't exactly feel great....this could be interesting....
Alright folks, bedtime. I'll probably lay there and rub my face until I fall asleep.
Make it a great Sunday.
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Boston Lettuce and Breast Offenses
Boston lettuce is unbelievable.
By far my favorite.
Of course its the most expensive and smallest head in the bunch. Thus, I'm mad I even like it.
And yet I will attack it like a wildebeest every single time....add some cooked broccoli, chicken, parm cheese, and cottage cheese, and holy crap I'm completely in my happy place.
Alone.
Just me and some overpriced produce.
This looks much more sad on paper...
Today was a good day, but man I was tired. I woke up at 3am to make my nightly trip to the bathroom like the 72 year old that I secretly am, and apparently went back into the deepest sleep I've had in a long time.
...Woke up with sheet-wrinkles on my face, drool on the pillow,...just one giant disaster to be quite honest.
After that it was pretty much an uphill battle.
I had a consultation last week and I cannot believe I forgot to write about it. It was honestly a first for me on many levels...
This woman comes in to inquire about our services, and right off the bat I could tell she wasn't fully on board. It was as if I spent the first 15 minutes selling the idea of resistance training. Like she wasn't convinced that it was good for her...
I think I even laughed at one point and explained the benefits according to her goals were not an opinion....needless to say, it as a tough conversation.
She kept making excuses for why she wasn't meeting her goals, but wasn't open to other options. I literally wanted to shake her.
As the conversation continued she delved into the whole I-don't-want-to-have-bulging-muscles thing,... to which I explained for the 194749th time that due to the fact that she has a vagina, it simply will not happen naturally.
Then she proceeded to say that she didn't want to lose her breasts.
Ok, fine, heard this before, but I'm sorry we cannot tell our bodies where to lose fat.
At that point she was looking me up and down as if I'd just insulted her momma.
"Well, no offense but yours ain't too big!!"
...Aaaand my afternoon was complete.
I laughed,...thanked her for the obvious observation,....and explained the benefits of not having 5 extra pounds hit me in the chin when I run.
Dear Lord.
And for future reference, if you have to begin a statement with "No offense", you should probably conserve the oxygen and just shut-up.
What an afternoon.
Never a dull moment, ha.
Well, me and the A-cups are exhausted.
Ready for Wednesday...
By far my favorite.
Of course its the most expensive and smallest head in the bunch. Thus, I'm mad I even like it.
And yet I will attack it like a wildebeest every single time....add some cooked broccoli, chicken, parm cheese, and cottage cheese, and holy crap I'm completely in my happy place.
Alone.
Just me and some overpriced produce.
This looks much more sad on paper...
Today was a good day, but man I was tired. I woke up at 3am to make my nightly trip to the bathroom like the 72 year old that I secretly am, and apparently went back into the deepest sleep I've had in a long time.
...Woke up with sheet-wrinkles on my face, drool on the pillow,...just one giant disaster to be quite honest.
After that it was pretty much an uphill battle.
I had a consultation last week and I cannot believe I forgot to write about it. It was honestly a first for me on many levels...
This woman comes in to inquire about our services, and right off the bat I could tell she wasn't fully on board. It was as if I spent the first 15 minutes selling the idea of resistance training. Like she wasn't convinced that it was good for her...
I think I even laughed at one point and explained the benefits according to her goals were not an opinion....needless to say, it as a tough conversation.
She kept making excuses for why she wasn't meeting her goals, but wasn't open to other options. I literally wanted to shake her.
As the conversation continued she delved into the whole I-don't-want-to-have-bulging-muscles thing,... to which I explained for the 194749th time that due to the fact that she has a vagina, it simply will not happen naturally.
Then she proceeded to say that she didn't want to lose her breasts.
Ok, fine, heard this before, but I'm sorry we cannot tell our bodies where to lose fat.
At that point she was looking me up and down as if I'd just insulted her momma.
"Well, no offense but yours ain't too big!!"
...Aaaand my afternoon was complete.
I laughed,...thanked her for the obvious observation,....and explained the benefits of not having 5 extra pounds hit me in the chin when I run.
Dear Lord.
And for future reference, if you have to begin a statement with "No offense", you should probably conserve the oxygen and just shut-up.
What an afternoon.
Never a dull moment, ha.
Well, me and the A-cups are exhausted.
Ready for Wednesday...
Saturday, February 16, 2013
Yo-Yo Weather and V-Day Recap...
This weather is the most bipolar mess I've ever seen.
Yesterday its nearly 70 degrees and everyone's on the verge of whipping out the toe-thongs, and today its literally snowing.
Tomorrow we'll get a hurricane to complete the chaos.
Its been a crazy work week, and topped off with a Valentines sushi-coma.
I love sushi, but I get carried away in the moment and the next thing I know I'm staring at the last rainbow roll like I'm some Spartan warrior fighting to the death.
...Because nothing says Happy Valentine's Day like feeling the need to unbutton your pants at the table for all the wrong reasons.
Had we truly eaten on pillows, I'd been screwed with the whole getting-up thing.
I hope everyone had a great Valentines. Yes, its overrated but I still enjoy it. Here's a thought,..you love them, TELL THEM ON A NON-HOLIDAY. Novel idea.
I was spoiled by my sister-in-laws with flowers and Jan's version of "Happy-Valentines-Day-To-You"....not really a song, but hey it was creative and with Parkers everything is fair game.
Sparkles sent a few pieces of chocolate, a card, and a cartoon insert that made reference to a grandma's nipple piercing........this is normal. Welcome to my sick world.
For all the times she says my humor is inappropriate, apparently Sparkles has a spunky side that resonates with it. Don't let her fool you...
My week concluded with a few texts that honestly caught me by surprise.
All dealt with the whole body-image issue, and its such a delicate dance with that topic. One text came from the Target dressing room,...another from a bathroom floor...
It truly tears my soul to pieces to hear women openly hate themselves/their body/etc....but at the same time, their actions and habits may contribute to the very reason they feel the way they do.
Its tricky.
I get it.
And I would be lying if I said I've never been there myself. We all have "those days", but when it hits, it can hit hard.
I used to take a more hand-holding approach, and while I do think everyone deals with it differently and thus needs to be approached differently, I've come to realize that sometimes the same person that holds your hand, needs to kick your rear. Because at the end of the day, its you and only you. Not to say others will not be there, but learning to cultivate motivation in those moments and turn it into action is huge.
As I told one of the young women in tears, in those eye-opening, gut-level moments, you have 2 choices:
Continue to bask in a state of disbelief, pity, anger, and every other magnified emotion
OR
Move. Get up and choose to take necessary steps towards a healthier self.
For each person, those steps may look different, but its all for the sake of health and self-improvement.
One day at a time...
Well, its still snowing and I'm about to hit the coffee pot like a true addict.
Have a lovely weekend folks...
Yesterday its nearly 70 degrees and everyone's on the verge of whipping out the toe-thongs, and today its literally snowing.
Tomorrow we'll get a hurricane to complete the chaos.
Its been a crazy work week, and topped off with a Valentines sushi-coma.
I love sushi, but I get carried away in the moment and the next thing I know I'm staring at the last rainbow roll like I'm some Spartan warrior fighting to the death.
...Because nothing says Happy Valentine's Day like feeling the need to unbutton your pants at the table for all the wrong reasons.
Had we truly eaten on pillows, I'd been screwed with the whole getting-up thing.
I hope everyone had a great Valentines. Yes, its overrated but I still enjoy it. Here's a thought,..you love them, TELL THEM ON A NON-HOLIDAY. Novel idea.
I was spoiled by my sister-in-laws with flowers and Jan's version of "Happy-Valentines-Day-To-You"....not really a song, but hey it was creative and with Parkers everything is fair game.
Sparkles sent a few pieces of chocolate, a card, and a cartoon insert that made reference to a grandma's nipple piercing........this is normal. Welcome to my sick world.
For all the times she says my humor is inappropriate, apparently Sparkles has a spunky side that resonates with it. Don't let her fool you...
My week concluded with a few texts that honestly caught me by surprise.
All dealt with the whole body-image issue, and its such a delicate dance with that topic. One text came from the Target dressing room,...another from a bathroom floor...
It truly tears my soul to pieces to hear women openly hate themselves/their body/etc....but at the same time, their actions and habits may contribute to the very reason they feel the way they do.
Its tricky.
I get it.
And I would be lying if I said I've never been there myself. We all have "those days", but when it hits, it can hit hard.
I used to take a more hand-holding approach, and while I do think everyone deals with it differently and thus needs to be approached differently, I've come to realize that sometimes the same person that holds your hand, needs to kick your rear. Because at the end of the day, its you and only you. Not to say others will not be there, but learning to cultivate motivation in those moments and turn it into action is huge.
As I told one of the young women in tears, in those eye-opening, gut-level moments, you have 2 choices:
Continue to bask in a state of disbelief, pity, anger, and every other magnified emotion
OR
Move. Get up and choose to take necessary steps towards a healthier self.
For each person, those steps may look different, but its all for the sake of health and self-improvement.
One day at a time...
Well, its still snowing and I'm about to hit the coffee pot like a true addict.
Have a lovely weekend folks...
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Puddle Jumping...
A few minutes of quiet in the middle of my hump day...
I'm not quite sure what to do with myself, but the thought of fetal position on a horizontal surface sounds pretty appealing right now.
One of my dear clients informed me that I look really tired today. That is code for "You look like hell, but it sounds better for me to say you look tired."
I get it.
I look like I went running with the bulls....and lost.
It was one of those wake-up-in-your-drool-and-grasp-for-your-dignity mornings. At some point you realize its like trying to grab a fart.
Nonetheless, here I am.
This week I honestly feel overwhelmed.
I need a day to catch up on my sanity and it doesn't appear to be in my future for the next week or so. Until then its full steam ahead while trying not to run anyone over.
This could get ugly, fast.
Today is Ash Wednesday, and while I'm not Catholic I do think practicing sacrifice in some area of our life for 40 days is a good, meaningful thing.
I need to give up wanting to shake the crap out of some people,...and yet I know my limitations.
I think we ALL need to give up giving in. Giving in to excuses, the easy way out, and every temptation within us to give life anything short of our everything.
Often times I think we "settle" not because we don't want something greater or to achieve success as we define it, but that we give in to the temptation of complacency because its easier than actually stepping outside our comfort zone.
Time to break out.
Onward and upwards.
I'm not quite sure what to do with myself, but the thought of fetal position on a horizontal surface sounds pretty appealing right now.
One of my dear clients informed me that I look really tired today. That is code for "You look like hell, but it sounds better for me to say you look tired."
I get it.
I look like I went running with the bulls....and lost.
It was one of those wake-up-in-your-drool-and-grasp-for-your-dignity mornings. At some point you realize its like trying to grab a fart.
Nonetheless, here I am.
This week I honestly feel overwhelmed.
I need a day to catch up on my sanity and it doesn't appear to be in my future for the next week or so. Until then its full steam ahead while trying not to run anyone over.
This could get ugly, fast.
Today is Ash Wednesday, and while I'm not Catholic I do think practicing sacrifice in some area of our life for 40 days is a good, meaningful thing.
I need to give up wanting to shake the crap out of some people,...and yet I know my limitations.
I think we ALL need to give up giving in. Giving in to excuses, the easy way out, and every temptation within us to give life anything short of our everything.
Often times I think we "settle" not because we don't want something greater or to achieve success as we define it, but that we give in to the temptation of complacency because its easier than actually stepping outside our comfort zone.
Time to break out.
Onward and upwards.
Sunday, February 10, 2013
What Are We Thinking?...
Its nearly 9:30 and I amazed I'm even functioning right now.
Give me 15 minutes and it will all head south....quickly....
It felt like a quick weekend, but some great catching up with friends and clients. I pretty much camp out in coffee shops Friday thru Sunday.
If I said "a bar" it would have come across a lot differently...
No, just coffee shops.
It never fails that even in general conversation, the topic of health comes up...either sparked by a question, or a blunt observation I make of someone ordering an extra-large cup of sugar topped with sugar.
No, I don't judge you. At that point, its not my opinion as to whether or not that choice is healthy. Its pretty much fact that its not.
Unbelievable.
I could people watch for hours. Spoken like a true creeper, I know.
So yes, health and nutrition came up numerous times this weekend in conversation and one common theme that comes as no surprise:..friends.
We like to think that "friends" are often supportive of every decision we make to better ourselves, but sometimes, (especially when it comes to health), they can work against us.
Statistics prove this.
The number of overweight friends in your "inner circle" directly effects the probability that you will be or become overweight yourself.
Think about how you spend time with your friends. Around a dinner table? Going out for drinks? We are social creatures, but sometimes how we choose to do it directly conflicts with our health goals. Period.
Its sad to me that I speak with way too many people who say their friends give them a hard time about eating healthy. That's ridiculous.
Help me understand why its a horrible thing to actually take care of yourself? So its "weird" and "obsessive" to measure out portioned meals instead of gorging myself and eating crap all the time?? Yeah, that seems so strange.
Give me a break.
Heaven forbid we encourage a positive sense of self-control and respect for our bodies among each other. Our journey is not a solo one.
We should strive for daily improvement for ourselves while encouraging the same in others.
Well, its about that time.
Pooped, and ready for another week.
New day tomorrow folks.
Face it. Conquer it.
Give me 15 minutes and it will all head south....quickly....
It felt like a quick weekend, but some great catching up with friends and clients. I pretty much camp out in coffee shops Friday thru Sunday.
If I said "a bar" it would have come across a lot differently...
No, just coffee shops.
It never fails that even in general conversation, the topic of health comes up...either sparked by a question, or a blunt observation I make of someone ordering an extra-large cup of sugar topped with sugar.
No, I don't judge you. At that point, its not my opinion as to whether or not that choice is healthy. Its pretty much fact that its not.
Unbelievable.
I could people watch for hours. Spoken like a true creeper, I know.
So yes, health and nutrition came up numerous times this weekend in conversation and one common theme that comes as no surprise:..friends.
We like to think that "friends" are often supportive of every decision we make to better ourselves, but sometimes, (especially when it comes to health), they can work against us.
Statistics prove this.
The number of overweight friends in your "inner circle" directly effects the probability that you will be or become overweight yourself.
Think about how you spend time with your friends. Around a dinner table? Going out for drinks? We are social creatures, but sometimes how we choose to do it directly conflicts with our health goals. Period.
Its sad to me that I speak with way too many people who say their friends give them a hard time about eating healthy. That's ridiculous.
Help me understand why its a horrible thing to actually take care of yourself? So its "weird" and "obsessive" to measure out portioned meals instead of gorging myself and eating crap all the time?? Yeah, that seems so strange.
Give me a break.
Heaven forbid we encourage a positive sense of self-control and respect for our bodies among each other. Our journey is not a solo one.
We should strive for daily improvement for ourselves while encouraging the same in others.
Well, its about that time.
Pooped, and ready for another week.
New day tomorrow folks.
Face it. Conquer it.
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
Slow Dance Champ
The days fly by and I can't believe we are just around the corner from Valentine's Day....crazy.
If you haven't made it to the stores yet for the classic box-o-fat, no worries, there will be enough to go around.
Why do we not say "I love you" with a slab of chicken breast..??...Now that would be my kind of V-day. Follow it up with a side of broccoli and a Gas-x chew and you've got yourself a complete holiday.
Despite time passing like rapid fire, today felt long.
I had a ton of errands to run, and before I knew it I was caught in Nordstrom Rack trying not to give into a shirt that was screaming my name.
I refrained.
Unbelievable.
It was like a kid slowly backing away from the fun-dip. Ah! For the love of God just one scoop!...
I walked out a stronger person........and still bitter...
Highlight of my day came in the car.
I was driving along and then a Boys II Men song comes on. I was literally incapable of changing the channel.
10 seconds in and I was back in middle school awkwardly slow dancing and secretly wanting to make-out. Ah yes, the good ol days. Best 3 minutes and 52 seconds of your Friday night. And if it was followed by a little R. Kelly, even better.
Some of you have no clue who these people are......all of a sudden I am reliving an irrelevant dream....awesome.
Well, its short and sweet tonight.
A few emails to answer and then I am going to hit the bed hard.
I'll leave you with a few you should add to the Friday night mix...
K-Ci and JoJo - All My Life
Keith Sweat - Nobody
All-4-One - I Swear
Silk - Freak Me
Enjoy. Night folks.
If you haven't made it to the stores yet for the classic box-o-fat, no worries, there will be enough to go around.
Why do we not say "I love you" with a slab of chicken breast..??...Now that would be my kind of V-day. Follow it up with a side of broccoli and a Gas-x chew and you've got yourself a complete holiday.
Despite time passing like rapid fire, today felt long.
I had a ton of errands to run, and before I knew it I was caught in Nordstrom Rack trying not to give into a shirt that was screaming my name.
I refrained.
Unbelievable.
It was like a kid slowly backing away from the fun-dip. Ah! For the love of God just one scoop!...
I walked out a stronger person........and still bitter...
Highlight of my day came in the car.
I was driving along and then a Boys II Men song comes on. I was literally incapable of changing the channel.
10 seconds in and I was back in middle school awkwardly slow dancing and secretly wanting to make-out. Ah yes, the good ol days. Best 3 minutes and 52 seconds of your Friday night. And if it was followed by a little R. Kelly, even better.
Some of you have no clue who these people are......all of a sudden I am reliving an irrelevant dream....awesome.
Well, its short and sweet tonight.
A few emails to answer and then I am going to hit the bed hard.
I'll leave you with a few you should add to the Friday night mix...
K-Ci and JoJo - All My Life
Keith Sweat - Nobody
All-4-One - I Swear
Silk - Freak Me
Enjoy. Night folks.
Monday, February 4, 2013
Rough Start...
Today was rough.
I stayed up way too late last night, and when the alarm went off this morning I contemplated practicing my curve ball with it.
Now that I got an iphone, yes, the world is coming to an end, I set the alarm on both phones. Its a mini nightmare at 4am. The blackberry goes off and I'm caught in a state of confusion, frustration, and 2 seconds from a meltdown. I'm swiping the screen, hitting the screen, practically getting arthritis in my hand, before it dawns on me the stupid thing has buttons.
By then the iphone is going off and the whole experience leaves me eagerly running to the bathroom to escape the madness.
Insane.
Speaking of ridiculous experiences,...
I had a massage on Friday, and talk about a wake-up call. I was in so much pain.
There were several times I had to grit my teeth, curse the poor woman, and go to my happy place. I have no clue where that is, but it certainly didn't involve laying naked under a sheet while someone dug their elbow in my rear.
The worst was when she got to my IT band.
I've never hurt like that before.
If she pressed any harder I wasn't sure if I was going to give birth, wet the sheets, or cry in fetal position for my mom.
All that said, it was a rude awakening that I have to spend more time stretching and rolling out my legs. No excuses.
I see her again in 2 weeks.
I feel the need to pack a helmet and a mouth piece.
Super Bowl Sunday was eventful.
Went to spend some time with the rents, and Happy Feet was running around the house in his acid wash jeans like the '87 legend he is. It was entertaining to say the least, but there was no way I could make it through the entire thing.
After Beyonce's halftime breakdown I suddenly felt the need to run home and work on my moves.
I was out cold in the 4th quarter.
9:00 and I can hardly hold my eyes open.
Back to the grind tomorrow.
I stayed up way too late last night, and when the alarm went off this morning I contemplated practicing my curve ball with it.
Now that I got an iphone, yes, the world is coming to an end, I set the alarm on both phones. Its a mini nightmare at 4am. The blackberry goes off and I'm caught in a state of confusion, frustration, and 2 seconds from a meltdown. I'm swiping the screen, hitting the screen, practically getting arthritis in my hand, before it dawns on me the stupid thing has buttons.
By then the iphone is going off and the whole experience leaves me eagerly running to the bathroom to escape the madness.
Insane.
Speaking of ridiculous experiences,...
I had a massage on Friday, and talk about a wake-up call. I was in so much pain.
There were several times I had to grit my teeth, curse the poor woman, and go to my happy place. I have no clue where that is, but it certainly didn't involve laying naked under a sheet while someone dug their elbow in my rear.
The worst was when she got to my IT band.
I've never hurt like that before.
If she pressed any harder I wasn't sure if I was going to give birth, wet the sheets, or cry in fetal position for my mom.
All that said, it was a rude awakening that I have to spend more time stretching and rolling out my legs. No excuses.
I see her again in 2 weeks.
I feel the need to pack a helmet and a mouth piece.
Super Bowl Sunday was eventful.
Went to spend some time with the rents, and Happy Feet was running around the house in his acid wash jeans like the '87 legend he is. It was entertaining to say the least, but there was no way I could make it through the entire thing.
After Beyonce's halftime breakdown I suddenly felt the need to run home and work on my moves.
I was out cold in the 4th quarter.
9:00 and I can hardly hold my eyes open.
Back to the grind tomorrow.
Friday, February 1, 2013
Change
Well, I only got the finger once yesterday.
From a young man I could literally shot-put across the room if I wanted to. Teenagers.
6am I'm all geared up and ready for anything, and by 6pm I've had a fair dose of after school madness and am one phone call away from scheduling my own hysterectomy.
Its amazing I make it through 24 hours as sane as I do.
Yesterday I was bombarded with both ends of the spectrum when it comes to nutrition.
I heard excuse after excuse about not eating breakfast, giving up sodas, trading certain foods for others....bla bla bla is literally what I heard, (with a few expletives thrown in there). This is ultimately what you're saying:
"I want to change who I am, but I don't want to change what I do."
Congratulations, that makes no sense and leaves you immobile in the face of possible growth.
The fact is, who you are and the direction you go in essentially every aspect of your life is determined by what you do and don't do. Period.
In terms of fitness,...if what you are doing is not achieving desired results, then guess what, time to adjust the plan. You ultimately have to decide what you want more.
Making excuses for not eating breakfast, but wanting to lose weight and become healthier does not go hand in hand. The excuse becomes more powerful than the will to break the cycle.
It must be the other way around for change to occur.
The beauty of this process is that yes, genetics certainly plays a role, BUT you get what you put in. That should be empowering....to know that if you consistently put forth the effort and are willing to train like the person you want to become rather then who you currently are, then you can meet your goals and then bask in your own self-driven success.
The victim card is easy to play.
Victim of schedule, "no will power" (I call BS), society's temptations of fast food (again, BS), dear Lord the list could go on...
Buck up.
Your life, your body, your responsibility.
Excuses will always be there,...for everyone. Heaven forbid we choose to abandon any notion that we are not responsible for our lives and the portrait of health we present to the world.
Questions to ponder:
* What are my own excuses?
* What can I do TODAY to move forward?
Truth is, we can often identify the very things that hold us back. We've found a sick comfort in them, which is ultimately no comfort at all. Consider this because it is huge to understand. Until we are willing to walk away from these things, or not place such emotional value in them, we will remain powerless to them. They only possess the power we give them. Fact.
This goes for the person weighing themselves everyday and freaking out over a quarter pound,...the guy choosing to drink everyday,...the athlete staying up all night partying,...the woman going to the drive-thru everyday at work....the list is endless.
Common theme: ALL CHOICES.
Well, you can see where my brain has been lately.
But despite my frustration with people in this aspect of health, I was blessed to have a handful of people personally come to me with victories in their own journey. Again, decisions they made for themselves to improve and move forward. Fat lost, confidence gained, and a general sense of I am worth it fostered for the first time.
Its amazing and the reason I love what I do.
Damn right you're worth it. Believe it. Then ACT on it.
On that note, I need to get this day rolling.
Busy morning and then an afternoon massage. I can't wait.
Make a great day folks.
From a young man I could literally shot-put across the room if I wanted to. Teenagers.
6am I'm all geared up and ready for anything, and by 6pm I've had a fair dose of after school madness and am one phone call away from scheduling my own hysterectomy.
Its amazing I make it through 24 hours as sane as I do.
Yesterday I was bombarded with both ends of the spectrum when it comes to nutrition.
I heard excuse after excuse about not eating breakfast, giving up sodas, trading certain foods for others....bla bla bla is literally what I heard, (with a few expletives thrown in there). This is ultimately what you're saying:
"I want to change who I am, but I don't want to change what I do."
Congratulations, that makes no sense and leaves you immobile in the face of possible growth.
The fact is, who you are and the direction you go in essentially every aspect of your life is determined by what you do and don't do. Period.
In terms of fitness,...if what you are doing is not achieving desired results, then guess what, time to adjust the plan. You ultimately have to decide what you want more.
Making excuses for not eating breakfast, but wanting to lose weight and become healthier does not go hand in hand. The excuse becomes more powerful than the will to break the cycle.
It must be the other way around for change to occur.
The beauty of this process is that yes, genetics certainly plays a role, BUT you get what you put in. That should be empowering....to know that if you consistently put forth the effort and are willing to train like the person you want to become rather then who you currently are, then you can meet your goals and then bask in your own self-driven success.
The victim card is easy to play.
Victim of schedule, "no will power" (I call BS), society's temptations of fast food (again, BS), dear Lord the list could go on...
Buck up.
Your life, your body, your responsibility.
Excuses will always be there,...for everyone. Heaven forbid we choose to abandon any notion that we are not responsible for our lives and the portrait of health we present to the world.
Questions to ponder:
* What are my own excuses?
* What can I do TODAY to move forward?
Truth is, we can often identify the very things that hold us back. We've found a sick comfort in them, which is ultimately no comfort at all. Consider this because it is huge to understand. Until we are willing to walk away from these things, or not place such emotional value in them, we will remain powerless to them. They only possess the power we give them. Fact.
This goes for the person weighing themselves everyday and freaking out over a quarter pound,...the guy choosing to drink everyday,...the athlete staying up all night partying,...the woman going to the drive-thru everyday at work....the list is endless.
Common theme: ALL CHOICES.
Well, you can see where my brain has been lately.
But despite my frustration with people in this aspect of health, I was blessed to have a handful of people personally come to me with victories in their own journey. Again, decisions they made for themselves to improve and move forward. Fat lost, confidence gained, and a general sense of I am worth it fostered for the first time.
Its amazing and the reason I love what I do.
Damn right you're worth it. Believe it. Then ACT on it.
On that note, I need to get this day rolling.
Busy morning and then an afternoon massage. I can't wait.
Make a great day folks.
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