Why Can’t We All Mind Our Own Business

Stuff My Brain Thinks

pussy-catI cannot tell you how many times I hear things like: “look at how low that kids pants are.  That really ticks me off”.  Or:  “Wow, look at the amount of make-up that girl is wearing.  That’s so irritating”.  This makes very little sense to me.  Why would another persons preferences make another person mad?

What is inappropriate to you may not be inappropriate to another.  Fortunately, we have the right to decide how we want to live our lives.  I learned along time ago that in order to live a happier life I would have to ignore more.  If it has nothing to do with me, I ignore it.  I cannot see how or why someone would want to become annoyed or angry because of the way a person dresses, wears their make-up, or conducts their life in general.

If you find yourself doing this, simply ask yourself:  “Does…

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The good, bad, and ugly

After all these years, I am still involved in the process of self-discovery. It’s better to explore life and make mistakes than to play it safe. Mistakes are part of the dues one pays for a full life.

— Sophia Loren

I have been so blown away by the support of my friends and new followers! You are, everyone, truly an inspiration to me, and the reason for this diary of diet and exercise, healthier living blog. It is with you all that I will find successes, small ones and larger ones. The quote above seems to be perfect in these beginning days because I know I am bound to make mistakes, but I will get up, dust my butt off, and keep going.

Does anyone else feel the after effect of a good, hard workout the second day, or is it just me? I’m just curious because my quads are not wanting to work right today! Climbing up and down the stairs into my apartment today has been, well, we’ll just call it interesting. If I sit too long today, and then expect to get up and move like an adult? Yeah, no. its not looking too graceful today. I knew I would be sore, but I mistakingly thought it wouldn’t be too bad! After all, these long legs of mine are accustomed to toting my weight around everywhere, right? The lightbulb finally kicked in to remind me that I was using those poor muscles differently, and isolating them.

I am guilty of stepping onto that little lying box in my bathroom, you know the one I am talking about. We all swear it lies to us every morning if the numbers do not sow us what we want. It’s not a crystal ball. It cannot tell us the future. It can only tell us what it senses is the truth in that moment that you have both feet planted firmly on it. I climbed onto it today, (after stripping to nothing and taking care of morning business. No extra weight necessary, thank you very much!) squinted my eyes, just in case, and my number had dropped to 221.4. Not a big dump, and I know it is water, but down is the direction I want it to go. Yes, I started my day with a little bit of a bounce in my step. Even my doctor’s scale seemed to know what it should tell me, because there it was again, in living proof for his medical records! No, I do not want to be all about that number, but at the end of this, that final number will be significant in my mind.

Here I sit, in my post workout daze, drinking my protein shake (whey protein: vanilla, 1 cup 2% milk, one banana, and 6 ice cubes blended well), thinking about my workout today, and the initial measurements that Trainer J took. When I looked at the numbers once he was done, I told him I was built like a football lineman. I think this may hurt more than the scale and body fat did because this breaks it all down for me. It honestly also made me mad as hell and he pushed me for three sets of each trio of exercises which focused today on triceps, core, and cardio, and damn if he didn’t get it.

Friends would tell me I could carry the weight because of my height, I see the glaring truth tonight that I can’t. Deep breath in, and here is the ugly truth of me, in numbers:

Age: 42

Height: 6 feet (182.88 cm)

Neck: 14 1/2 inches

Shoulders: 49 1/2 inches

Chest: 46 inches

Rt. Bicep: 14 inches

Lf. Bicep: 14 inches

Stomach: 43 inches

Hips: 47 1/2 inches

Rt. Thigh: 28 inches

Lf. Thigh: 28 inches

Rt. Calf: 17 inches

Lf. Calf: 17 inches

The worst part after seeing, accepting, and admitting these numbers is the desire I have to comfort myself in sweets. I wont do it, I want to, but I want health more than I want that artificial comfort.

The truth today is ugly, but I can’t let this discourage me. This needs to put the fire in my spirit that keeps me moving toward the end goal.

Day 2: Ow! Ow! Ow!

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I need to introduce this one by saying a huge THANK YOU, already, for the support and comments that you have shown me. You all are, already, wonderful.

Today started off with a few choice words filtering through my head about my new trainer. My legs hurt. No, that’s not accurate, my quads ached and my thighs whimpered with every step I took today, all thanks to the sadist who is going to help me get healthy. Treadmill for a warm up, then wall sits, and mountain climbers, and walking lunges, oh my! Yep, I cussed him through my sweat yesterday. My arms, specifically my shoulders and biceps, faired better, so far, but there is always tomorrow to look forward to. Oh, joy. I did drag my butt back in this morning and managed to walk 35 minutes at a 3.5 mile pace, not great, but better than nothing.

I will also talk about (brag or moan about) my adventures in cooking. I am NOT a cook, at all, but part of this journey to better health is figuring out healthy food options for this super picky eater.

I have been craving shrimp for a while now, and I decided to stop and buy some to try and cook for dinner. I HAVE NEVER COOKED FRESH SHRIMP BEFORE! This could be a disaster, and I have supplies on standby. I pop a potato in the microwave, fix myself a salad, and get the skillet out for the shrimp. Some non-stick spray , cajun seasoning, garlic salt, and pepper on the shrimp, and I am off and running. It takes me almost six minutes to realize i have the WRONG BURNER on my stove on. The empty pot was nice and hot, the skillet with the shrimp? Not so much. I will remind you that I am no cook. I did manage to get the correct burner on, the shrimp to cooking, and -miraculously- everything was ready at the same time! I must admit, my shrimp were pretty damn good!

I’ve my next appointment with my sadist tomorrow evening, so I will let you know how that goes. I am not looking forward to this because we will take my initial measurements. Yep, you’ll know those, too.

Keep the comments coming, please!

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My dear imaginary real friend, …

A kindred spirit, my real although we’ve never met friend

Stranger Between Worlds

My dear imaginary real friend shoes

It sounds like the cheesy storyline of a penny dreadful or the elaborated content of a file from Dr. Freud’s file closet. I have an imaginary real friend.

It’s a bit Sophie’s World mixed with the wonders of modern technology. This person exists – somewhere. And for all intense and purposes it’s a friend, who knows probably more about all aspects of my life and thoughts during most of last year than anyone else. I know the most important thing – this friend is reliable and accepting.

In dealing with other people so many things overwhelm me. It makes life like walking through a dark wood (though I am not afraid of doing that literally.) I am afraid to non-deliberately harm other people or get harmed, be used I a bad way or made look a fool. There is always the possibility of rejection. It doesn’t speak of a strong…

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