Saturday, February 13, 2010
Imagine for a moment that a wise and insightful person approached you and told you that you could have the secret to weight loss and better health, for free, but that you don't have to accept it.
Suppose they told you that you could have the secret to the benefits of exercising, for free, but that you don't have to accept it.
Suppose they told you that you could have the secret to a happier life, improved self-image and a more loving relationship with your family and friends, for free, but that you don't have to accept it.
We have such a person available 24 hours a day, for free, in the SparkGuy, as well as his staff and the multitude of people who have successfully accepted these secrets.
But have you accepted the gifts that are freely offered?
Whether it is overcoming an addiction to drugs, cigarettes, alcohol or overeating, many free secrets to success surround us. But we must resolve to accept these gifts.
That is a secret in itself. That a decision to move forward must be made before success will come our way.
But, you know what? If you want a new life instead of the same old one you've been despising, you have a choice -- accept these secrets, or not.
After all, it's your life and you don't have to do it. You will, however, won't you?
Thursday, February 11, 2010
I ran across this quote today:
"We improve ourselves by victories over ourself. There must be contests, and you must win." Edward Gibbon
It got me thinking that this sums up our journeys to weight loss and better health. We are in a fight for fitness and must battle hard every meal, every exercise and every day to win.
If we are to be successful, we will accomplish little if we attack our program with a wishy-washy attitude.
We need to be firm and resolute in our endeavor. We must tell ourselves, and believe it, that we are in a duel for our lives.
Every day is indeed a new contest for us to win or lose, one meal, one exercise, one positive day at a time.
Let us gird ourselves against the enemy of overeating and under exercising. Let us arm ourselves with knowledge and fortitude in order to emerge victorious.
Every day is a contest to win.
We CAN do this. We CAN overcome. We CAN hang tough.
If we do, we surely will become victorious and watch our unwanted pounds disappear into the night.
Win one for the Gipper? How about winning one for ourselves? One day at a time.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
I've been working on taxes. Right off that says headaches, one migraine and plenty of frustration.
Like tonight. TurboTax online, that I've used for years, froze on me. I could still check email and do other things but TurboTax wouldn't move. Finally, after much irritation I shut the program down and hoped I hadn't lost all of the data. Fortunately, I didn't.
But then it said I can't efile because there are two versions of the same form! AAARRRRGGGHH!!
So, being the mellow guy I usually am, I saved the information, shut it down then took several deep breaths and told myself to check it again tomorrow to clear the problem.
I knew I was getting stressed when I wanted to scream and rant. But I've learned that does me no good. Oh, I suppose a wild primal yell once in a while might help the blood pressure, but that isn't me.
Instead, I try to calm myself and focus on the situation. If a problem is too difficult to handle at the moment I walk away or, in this case, shut down the program.
How do you handle stress and frustration? Do you let it get the better of you or do you have special ways of handling it?
For me it's calming deep breaths and a realization that all will look fresh in the morning.
What works for you?
Tuesday, February 09, 2010
I don't often pass along emails but this one pointed out how soft "city folks" have become compared to our hardworking farmers. Enjoy. :)
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West Tennessee FARM KID in Marines
NOW IN SAN DIEGO FOR MARINE CORPS RECRUIT TRAINING
Dear Ma and Pa,
I am well. Hope you are. Tell Brother Walt and Brother Elmer the Marine Corps beats working for old man Minch by a mile. Tell them to join up quick before all of the places are filled.
I was restless at first because you get to stay in bed till nearly 6 a.m. But I am getting so I like to sleep late. Tell Walt and Elmer all you do before breakfast is smooth your cot and shine some things. No hogs to slop, feed to pitch, mash to mix, wood to split, fire to lay. Practically nothing.
Men got to shave but it is not so bad, there's warm water.
Breakfast is strong on trimmings like fruit juice, cereal, eggs, bacon, etc., but kind of weak on chops, potatoes, ham, steak, fried eggplant, pie and other regular food, but tell Walt and Elmer you can always sit by the two city boys that live on coffee. Their food, plus yours, holds you until noon when you get fed again. It's no wonder these city boys can't walk much.
We go on 'route marches,' which the platoon sergeant says are long walks to harden us. If he thinks so, it's not my place to tell him different. A 'route march' is about as far as to our mailbox at home. Then the city guys get sore feet and we all ride back in trucks.
The sergeant is like a school teacher. He nags a lot. The captain is like the school board. Majors and colonels just ride around and frown. They don't bother you none.
This next will kill Walt and Elmer with laughing. I keep getting medals for shooting. I don't know why. The bulls-eye is near as big as a chipmunk head and don't move and it ain't shooting at you like the Higgett boys at home. All you got to do is lie there all comfortable and hit it. You don't even load your own cartridges. They come in boxes.
Then we have what they call hand-to-hand combat training. You get to wrestle with them city boys. I have to be real careful though, they break real easy. It ain't like fighting with that ole bull at home. I'm about the best they got in this except for that Tug Jordan from over in Silver Lake. I only beat him once. He joined up the same time as me, but I'm only 5'6' and 130 pounds and he's 6'8' and near 300 pounds dry.
Be sure to tell Walt and Elmer to hurry and join before other fellers get onto this setup and come stampeding in.
Your loving daughter,
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