Sally: I know I should skip this diet soda, as there are no nutrients in this crap!
Julie: I know, but at least you get a boost of caffeine to help you power through your afternoon.
Sally: Gosh, and that pizza we had for lunch was sooo delicious!
Julie: I know!!! I feel so terrible that I havn't been able to work out in two months since I had my surgery.
Sally: It's okay, at least we had veggies on our pizza!
Julie: Right, we were able to get some fiber and protien in as well.
Sally: and at least it was thin crust, so it was light on the carbs.
Julie: Right again!
Sally: But, ya know what else has been making me feel bad? That Big mac we split for an appetizer.
Julie: I know! Me too! But we got some calcium from that cheese on the double patties!
Sally: Yes! You know, us gals must get our calcium to to keep osteoporosis at bay!
Julie: I know osteoporosis is a bitch. Both my grandma's had it. And I do NOT want that!
Sally: You won't Julie! Just keep up the Big Mac intakes!
Julie: I'm thinking that cleaning out the entire bakery at Safeway this morning may not have been the best idea for breakfast.
Sally: I know, I've been feeling guilty about that one too! Really bloated from all that sugar.
Julie: BUT- think about alll those carbs we got in to help us work out today with our clients. We will have so much glucose stored in our muscles, we will be able to push through all 3 of our clients appointments.
Sally:Shit- I only have one today.
Julie: Ha well your gonna gain some weight then missy.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
I'm back
Dear Blog,
Sorry to have ignored you since May. I can't really deal with my life anymore. One thing has lead to another and another and another. Space needs to be freed up, but I don't know where. What is the next step for me? I'm scared. In the mean time I will just write.
Sorry to have ignored you since May. I can't really deal with my life anymore. One thing has lead to another and another and another. Space needs to be freed up, but I don't know where. What is the next step for me? I'm scared. In the mean time I will just write.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Share your Toys- (spiritual)
I recently went to my younger sister's graduation from high school and it was wonderful experience of course. But, I was lucky enough to listen to Michael Steele speak, since he was chosen as one of the inspirational graduation speakers.
He began his talk with a reference to a personal memory of his from when he graduated from Kindergarten. He explained that he addressed his kindergarten class at the end of the year and said the following to his class mates, "We are big kids now, and we must go out into the real world, and share all of our toys." This gave us all a little laugh. Then he addressed my sisters class. He spoke to them about his life and what he has done and accomplished. He reminded the graduates and all of their friends and family that each of us is, in fact, blessed with very unique special talents. We must honor, hone, and share these talents with the world as much as possible, otherwise we are robbing the rest of the world and ourselves. He finished the speech the same way he started "You are all big kids now and you must go out into the world and share all of your toys"........Now, think about this for a moment....... Really think about it. If we, as adults, consider all of our favorite things to do, and favorite ways to spend our time, in a way those favorite activities are most likely actual talents that we were blessed with. We are each here on this earth to share our god given "toys" with the rest of the world. For example, If I love to write music and then sing that song, then I must write music and I must sing. I must express myself in this way. Why? Well first of all, because it's fun to me. Its a toy to me.... in a way. Why must I do this? Well have you ever heard a song that "spoke" to you? A song that inspired you to make a life altering decision? A song that uplifted you to a better mood? A song that simply made you happy? As song that brough you so much joy just from listening to it, all of your problems melted away? If I never chose to write a song and therefore never had the chance to sing it out loud, then that song never is shared with the world and that song never has the opportunity to possibly change someone's life in a positive manner.
We can use many different examples. If you love to write and to express yourself in that way, you must! Because honestly, how many of us have read an article, a book, watched a funny show, or movie and were immediately inspired and uplifted by the writers ideas? How many of us have heard a speech that was written by some writer and that speech had the ability to give you so much hope and joy that you were high on life for days? If you like to build machines or roads or planes or cars, you should! Because how many of us have benefited from a certain machine that was able to extend their life or make their life easier or more enjoyable? How many of us have been able to spend less time driving and more time with their loved ones because a new super highway was built to get you to your destination faster? How many of us are able to visit people all over the world and experience all of the physical beauty this world has to offer because they were able to jump onto a divine little invention called an air plane? Many of us.
Each of us benefit from the fact that one person chose to play with his "toy" and then share that "toy" with the world. That person followed their passion, their joy, their bliss, and as a result the world not only benefited, but was uplifted to a higher state of joy as a result of this one person's decision to share their "toy" with the world.
I challenge each and everyone, at any age, to go out into the world, be a big kid, and share your toy. When you begin to realize the joy you spread simply from experiencing your bliss while playing with your "toy" or "talent", the results can be profound. Just by "playing with your toy" whether its building things, improving companies, improving relationships for others, talking to people, helping people, creating delicious food, coming up with medicine that works, painting pictures or homes, or improving our dodgy financial and real estate reality, you are ALSO effecting and improving SO many peoples lives. You do this just by being you and sharing your toy with the world. I challenge everyone own up to their original toy and then to share their toy with the world today.
He began his talk with a reference to a personal memory of his from when he graduated from Kindergarten. He explained that he addressed his kindergarten class at the end of the year and said the following to his class mates, "We are big kids now, and we must go out into the real world, and share all of our toys." This gave us all a little laugh. Then he addressed my sisters class. He spoke to them about his life and what he has done and accomplished. He reminded the graduates and all of their friends and family that each of us is, in fact, blessed with very unique special talents. We must honor, hone, and share these talents with the world as much as possible, otherwise we are robbing the rest of the world and ourselves. He finished the speech the same way he started "You are all big kids now and you must go out into the world and share all of your toys"........Now, think about this for a moment....... Really think about it. If we, as adults, consider all of our favorite things to do, and favorite ways to spend our time, in a way those favorite activities are most likely actual talents that we were blessed with. We are each here on this earth to share our god given "toys" with the rest of the world. For example, If I love to write music and then sing that song, then I must write music and I must sing. I must express myself in this way. Why? Well first of all, because it's fun to me. Its a toy to me.... in a way. Why must I do this? Well have you ever heard a song that "spoke" to you? A song that inspired you to make a life altering decision? A song that uplifted you to a better mood? A song that simply made you happy? As song that brough you so much joy just from listening to it, all of your problems melted away? If I never chose to write a song and therefore never had the chance to sing it out loud, then that song never is shared with the world and that song never has the opportunity to possibly change someone's life in a positive manner.
We can use many different examples. If you love to write and to express yourself in that way, you must! Because honestly, how many of us have read an article, a book, watched a funny show, or movie and were immediately inspired and uplifted by the writers ideas? How many of us have heard a speech that was written by some writer and that speech had the ability to give you so much hope and joy that you were high on life for days? If you like to build machines or roads or planes or cars, you should! Because how many of us have benefited from a certain machine that was able to extend their life or make their life easier or more enjoyable? How many of us have been able to spend less time driving and more time with their loved ones because a new super highway was built to get you to your destination faster? How many of us are able to visit people all over the world and experience all of the physical beauty this world has to offer because they were able to jump onto a divine little invention called an air plane? Many of us.
Each of us benefit from the fact that one person chose to play with his "toy" and then share that "toy" with the world. That person followed their passion, their joy, their bliss, and as a result the world not only benefited, but was uplifted to a higher state of joy as a result of this one person's decision to share their "toy" with the world.
I challenge each and everyone, at any age, to go out into the world, be a big kid, and share your toy. When you begin to realize the joy you spread simply from experiencing your bliss while playing with your "toy" or "talent", the results can be profound. Just by "playing with your toy" whether its building things, improving companies, improving relationships for others, talking to people, helping people, creating delicious food, coming up with medicine that works, painting pictures or homes, or improving our dodgy financial and real estate reality, you are ALSO effecting and improving SO many peoples lives. You do this just by being you and sharing your toy with the world. I challenge everyone own up to their original toy and then to share their toy with the world today.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Its just GOT to stop...
I just can't do it anymore.
It's becoming borderline shameful.
Whoever actively promoted this concept should be shunned.
It makes no sense unless you are of a lower class living in a more rural part of the coutry and do not know better.
It does nothing for the body which houses the soul. It almost disrespects ones body. It takes away from one's natural beauty and disgruntles one's major support system.
You are suddently a smaller person when you participate in this act. You become an imbalanced person.
It's such a grey area because it's not exactly this...but yet it's not exactly that either.....It just doesn't make any sense why one would actively participate in such a dreadful crime. It has gone on for way too long and I've indulged in this as much as everyone else. I am guilty. I am guilty as charged. I have the evidence to prove it. I just cannot do it any more.......
I am refusing to wear capri's this summer. Its just wrong. Enough said.
It's becoming borderline shameful.
Whoever actively promoted this concept should be shunned.
It makes no sense unless you are of a lower class living in a more rural part of the coutry and do not know better.
It does nothing for the body which houses the soul. It almost disrespects ones body. It takes away from one's natural beauty and disgruntles one's major support system.
You are suddently a smaller person when you participate in this act. You become an imbalanced person.
It's such a grey area because it's not exactly this...but yet it's not exactly that either.....It just doesn't make any sense why one would actively participate in such a dreadful crime. It has gone on for way too long and I've indulged in this as much as everyone else. I am guilty. I am guilty as charged. I have the evidence to prove it. I just cannot do it any more.......
I am refusing to wear capri's this summer. Its just wrong. Enough said.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
The Secret to weight loss
So I went to Vegas for a friends wedding. Gained a few lbs. Nothing to worry about as I'm super tiny as is. But its bikini season so why not get rid of em- hey? The secret to fast weight loss and a tight figure is ditch the cardio and hit the weights HARD. Don't be scared gals. Your not gonna bulk up. We don't have enough testosterone in our bodies to bulk up. You want to watch what you eat like a hawk and keep the calories in check for your bodies needs and hit the weights super hard. I did 8 exercises on Monday-3 sets each of 10 reps. Choose the heavy weights. You don't want to be able to do more than 10 reps. Make that funny face as you push through the final 2 reps. Drink your water- watch your calories. Go to http://www.muscletech.com/resources/tools/calculators/caloric.shtml to find out your calorie needs. I hit the weights hard again yesterday and didn't really watch the calories as closely as Monday. Lost the weight just from the weight work outs. Do it. Its the best thing possible you can do for your body. Your heart rate will be up when you lift hard and you will receive the cardio benefits even more if you do supersets or do 2 or 3 workouts in a circuit style.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
my night out
I blogged about an encounter with a guy last night. But that was just the tip of the iceberg of "last night".
First I got a bikini wax. I hadn't done that in a long time b/c I am usually a shaver. But I wanted to try something new. To all the girls> don't ever get your second bikini wax ever, and decide to go for the Brazilian, when you are wearing white shorts, and planning on drinking later. please don't do this.
All was fine up until the time I took a shot at the bar. Did not want the shot, but did it anyway to please my friend and the bartender. The shot was huge. It was like a cocktail drink. It was good too. It was a pineappleupsidedowncake shot. It was good.
THANK GOD we were sitting at the bar. My leg started bleeding after the shot. Something about alcohol and bleeding is ringing a bell of some sort but I don't know the specifics about why people bleed when they drink. My white short had blood all over the front of them. The back was fine. It was a spot on my leg that just started bleeding for no reason at all from the bikini wax.
We decided to leave at that time. I had a sweater that I tied around my waist. But instead of tying it around the back of my waist I tied it around the front and walked confidently like I was posh spice or Katie Holmes starting a new trend. I looked cute actually.
Found a cab and had an uncomfortable exchange with my friend who was trying to pay for my cab, cause I was out of cash. I had my checkbook and said I'd write her a check for whatever amount of money I was going to borrow from her. She said she wouldn't cash the check. Why?! Why are people so freaking weird about money. I didn't want to take her money and she didn't want to take mine. I started crying. Drunk tears. Told her I was going to sit there and wait for my husband to just come pick me up. Called him and he said he'd pay for my cab once I got home. That satisfied us all and so I got in the cab and left. My friend and I are fine and good. She is like me. A die hard people pleas er. We are like that character that Julia Roberts plays in that movie- Runaway Bride. Our favorite way of eating our eggs changes depending on who are are in love with at the time. Every time they eat eggs together at home she eats them however her man eats them.....scrambled, sunny side up, over easy, boiled, poached, Benedict, ect, ect. When they order eggs out the guy always orders for both of them because he thinks its neat that they both eat their eggs the same way. The funny thing is- every time she gets a new man- she changes the way she eats eggs to whatever his favorite way is. She even gets a fake tattoo for some guy to please him. He actually thinks its a real tattoo at the time........ANYWAY- my friend and I are that character. It took a 20 min exchange for us to realize and admit that we both wanted to leave the bar. My chance interaction with the random guy in my earlier post kind of turned on a light bulb in my head. I was going to be genuine. I was going to just be genuine with myself and the world as long as I was self aware at any given moment.
Get into the cab. He takes me to a bank close to home and I pay him. I walk a few blocks alone, crying, with my sweater wrapped around the front of my shorts. Meet my husband a spot that we decided he would pick me up at. I knew where I was and how to get to that spot, but for some reason I couldn't give him directions to just drive to where I was. Again I was just trying to make the situation as easy as possible for the other person.
First I got a bikini wax. I hadn't done that in a long time b/c I am usually a shaver. But I wanted to try something new. To all the girls> don't ever get your second bikini wax ever, and decide to go for the Brazilian, when you are wearing white shorts, and planning on drinking later. please don't do this.
All was fine up until the time I took a shot at the bar. Did not want the shot, but did it anyway to please my friend and the bartender. The shot was huge. It was like a cocktail drink. It was good too. It was a pineappleupsidedowncake shot. It was good.
THANK GOD we were sitting at the bar. My leg started bleeding after the shot. Something about alcohol and bleeding is ringing a bell of some sort but I don't know the specifics about why people bleed when they drink. My white short had blood all over the front of them. The back was fine. It was a spot on my leg that just started bleeding for no reason at all from the bikini wax.
We decided to leave at that time. I had a sweater that I tied around my waist. But instead of tying it around the back of my waist I tied it around the front and walked confidently like I was posh spice or Katie Holmes starting a new trend. I looked cute actually.
Found a cab and had an uncomfortable exchange with my friend who was trying to pay for my cab, cause I was out of cash. I had my checkbook and said I'd write her a check for whatever amount of money I was going to borrow from her. She said she wouldn't cash the check. Why?! Why are people so freaking weird about money. I didn't want to take her money and she didn't want to take mine. I started crying. Drunk tears. Told her I was going to sit there and wait for my husband to just come pick me up. Called him and he said he'd pay for my cab once I got home. That satisfied us all and so I got in the cab and left. My friend and I are fine and good. She is like me. A die hard people pleas er. We are like that character that Julia Roberts plays in that movie- Runaway Bride. Our favorite way of eating our eggs changes depending on who are are in love with at the time. Every time they eat eggs together at home she eats them however her man eats them.....scrambled, sunny side up, over easy, boiled, poached, Benedict, ect, ect. When they order eggs out the guy always orders for both of them because he thinks its neat that they both eat their eggs the same way. The funny thing is- every time she gets a new man- she changes the way she eats eggs to whatever his favorite way is. She even gets a fake tattoo for some guy to please him. He actually thinks its a real tattoo at the time........ANYWAY- my friend and I are that character. It took a 20 min exchange for us to realize and admit that we both wanted to leave the bar. My chance interaction with the random guy in my earlier post kind of turned on a light bulb in my head. I was going to be genuine. I was going to just be genuine with myself and the world as long as I was self aware at any given moment.
Get into the cab. He takes me to a bank close to home and I pay him. I walk a few blocks alone, crying, with my sweater wrapped around the front of my shorts. Meet my husband a spot that we decided he would pick me up at. I knew where I was and how to get to that spot, but for some reason I couldn't give him directions to just drive to where I was. Again I was just trying to make the situation as easy as possible for the other person.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
I met a guy tonight
So I was out with a friend tonight and we had dinner and drinks at a popular spot in our city. After dinner we sat a the bar- b/c my friend thought the bar tender was "handsome". She used that word and I loved it. It is genuine. It is not "hot" "gorgeous" "cute", ect., but just handsome. She had just broken up with a guy, who in my opinion, she truly loved. This isn't about her though. This is my blog and its about me.
We sat at the bar and chatted with many different people throughout the night. One guy in particular came up to me and had a conversation with me. Can't remember for the life of me what we discussed. But I am so thankful that after the chat he said " wow you are so disengenuin"........ I said "what do you mean?"...... He said, fake ect. I don't think of myself as a fake person at all. I think that I am outgoing, fun, sweet, kind, and funny. But he thought I was being disengenuine.
He was right. I was. I didn't even know it though. I thought I was being funny. But in reality I thought I was being what I thought HE THOUGHT would be funny. So the fact that I try to come up with phrases that will appear to be witty and funny to the other person is really just another way that my insecurity about what other people think of me rears its ugly head. Jokes are made to get laughs. Laughs mean that they liked the joke. If they liked the joke and they laughed then they are suddently grateful to you, because you made them laugh. Then you get to feel good about yourself because they are grateful to you for making them laugh. And lets be honest, who does not love to laugh. But ALSO, if they did laugh, then that makes you feel like you are super smart to come up with something that is sooooooo clever to say. Thus you immediatly feel better about yourself. Getting others to laugh can sometimes just be another form of trying to gain acceptance. Aren't we all trying to gain acceptance? That hit home for me and now I am exploring that.
I was impressed that he was ball-sy enough to call me out on it. I love people that are ball-sy. Used to think of myself as "ballsy". Me- thinking I was ALWAYS being genuine, alerted my attention to this fast. I asked him for more feedback. I didn't want to be this way. I want to be genuine. I told him that. And then something happened. I was genuine. I felt a calmness take over my body. I felt the excessive energy leave my voice when I spoke. I just spoke. I spoke naturally. Not loud. Not boisterous, but just quiet and relaxed.
God bless this human being. He went on his way after I told him I was out with a friend who was having a rough time. He saw that she really was having a rough time and he was satisfied with my genuine answer that he moved on. But not before telling that he thought I was beautiful and that he'd like to get to know me better. I told him that my heart belonged to someone else. It was genuine and he knew it. (I think at least).
This blog was about trying to be funny. I don't know if that is my goal anymore. I think my goal will be to be genuine. Authentic. Real.
It could have easily have been a "pick up".... line and a good one for that matter, because how many of us are really all that genuine in the flirting stages of a relationship? Really- how many????? I would guess it would be less than 2%.
We sat at the bar and chatted with many different people throughout the night. One guy in particular came up to me and had a conversation with me. Can't remember for the life of me what we discussed. But I am so thankful that after the chat he said " wow you are so disengenuin"........ I said "what do you mean?"...... He said, fake ect. I don't think of myself as a fake person at all. I think that I am outgoing, fun, sweet, kind, and funny. But he thought I was being disengenuine.
He was right. I was. I didn't even know it though. I thought I was being funny. But in reality I thought I was being what I thought HE THOUGHT would be funny. So the fact that I try to come up with phrases that will appear to be witty and funny to the other person is really just another way that my insecurity about what other people think of me rears its ugly head. Jokes are made to get laughs. Laughs mean that they liked the joke. If they liked the joke and they laughed then they are suddently grateful to you, because you made them laugh. Then you get to feel good about yourself because they are grateful to you for making them laugh. And lets be honest, who does not love to laugh. But ALSO, if they did laugh, then that makes you feel like you are super smart to come up with something that is sooooooo clever to say. Thus you immediatly feel better about yourself. Getting others to laugh can sometimes just be another form of trying to gain acceptance. Aren't we all trying to gain acceptance? That hit home for me and now I am exploring that.
I was impressed that he was ball-sy enough to call me out on it. I love people that are ball-sy. Used to think of myself as "ballsy". Me- thinking I was ALWAYS being genuine, alerted my attention to this fast. I asked him for more feedback. I didn't want to be this way. I want to be genuine. I told him that. And then something happened. I was genuine. I felt a calmness take over my body. I felt the excessive energy leave my voice when I spoke. I just spoke. I spoke naturally. Not loud. Not boisterous, but just quiet and relaxed.
God bless this human being. He went on his way after I told him I was out with a friend who was having a rough time. He saw that she really was having a rough time and he was satisfied with my genuine answer that he moved on. But not before telling that he thought I was beautiful and that he'd like to get to know me better. I told him that my heart belonged to someone else. It was genuine and he knew it. (I think at least).
This blog was about trying to be funny. I don't know if that is my goal anymore. I think my goal will be to be genuine. Authentic. Real.
It could have easily have been a "pick up".... line and a good one for that matter, because how many of us are really all that genuine in the flirting stages of a relationship? Really- how many????? I would guess it would be less than 2%.
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