Thursday, January 17, 2013
I love to share stuff, especially the stuff that has deep meaning and blows me away. I was traveling today and I had an opportunity to catch up some of my favorite pod casts while driving through Southern Indiana. One story has captured my attention for the remainder of the day. When I returned home I Googled the story and I share it below. It told me that everything I need is no father away then my soul.
An Excerpt from The Diamond in Your Pocket:
"There is a story my teacher liked to tell about a consummate diamond thief who sought to steal only the most exquisite of gems. This thief would hang around the diamond district to see who was purchasing a gem, so that later he could pick their pocket.
"One day he saw a well-known diamond merchant purchase the jewel he had been waiting for all his life. It was the most beautiful, the most pristine, the purest of diamonds. He was very excited, and so he followed the diamond merchant as he boarded the train, getting into the same compartment. He spent an entire three-day journey trying to pick the merchant's pocket and obtain the diamond. When the end of the journey came and he hadn't found the gem, he was very frustrated. He was an accomplished thief, and although he had employed all his skills, he still was not able to steal this rare and precious jewel.
"When the diamond merchant got off the train, the pickpocket followed him once again. Finally, he just couldn't stand it any more, and he walked up to the merchant and said, 'Sir, I am a renowned diamond thief. I saw you purchase that beautiful diamond, so I followed you onto the train. Though I used all the skills of my art, which have been perfected over many years, I was not able to find the gem. I must know your secret. Tell me, please, how did you hide it from me?'
"The diamond merchant replied, 'Well, I saw you watching me in the diamond district, and I suspected you were a pickpocket. So I hid the diamond where I thought you would be least likely to look for it — in your own pocket!' He then reached into the thief's pocket and pulled out the diamond."
Now for the humor. (I know you;ve been waiting!!!)
My personal trainer is a wonderful young lady who has helped me more than I could capture in words. However, she is VERY social person which means while I'm sweating and groaning shes relaying stories about her BF or her dog or her dad or what she did with my daughters. So........... before each exercise I'll ask her how many repetitions. That way she can talk, and I can count.
This morning she asked me to do some simple squats. I asked how many. She smiled and said "Until I am ( meaning her) tired." Then she laughed.
Thanks for letting me share part of my day with you and in return yours with me.
Namaste dear ones
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
It might seem insignificant but I had tears in my eyes. I was able to walk one half mile (Not quite sure what that is in meters to me friends on the metric system.) this morning without any pain. Oh, I was a bit stiff and sore afterwards but I wasn't in pain. My legs and muscles felt loose and well, really good. I could have walked a bit farther but to be honest I am still in that "Why tempt fate?" mode. I'd spent a half hour on the recumbent bike and decided to give it a go. Half way through I realized I was walking fairly normal and I started to cry. (Yeah I know Emo-Boy.) Part of my motivation came from the song I was listening to. I went to YouTube when I got home and I want to share the link with you. The song is called The Fighter by Gym Class Heroes and its very motivational. Here is the link:
Ok, cool. So I get back to my locker, sitting on the bench and feeling those blessed beads of sweat on my forehead when a young college age man sits down next to me and gives me one of those "Hey dude how are you today?" accompanied by a sincere grin. "I am well," I responded. "That makes two of us," he said "We have the rest of the day to convince the rest of the world."
"Lets split em' in half . I'll take the cute girls." He said.
"Yeah you better," I responded. "At my age they call you a creeper when you do that."
He laughed and walked away.
“If you want to take your mission in life to the next level, if you’re stuck and you don’t know how to rise, don’t look outside yourself. Look inside. Don’t let your fears keep you mired in the crowd. Abolish your fears and raise your commitment level to the point of no return, and I guarantee you that the Champion Within will burst forth to propel you toward victory.”
It's hung on the door inside my locker for four years. It's a quote from Bruce Jenner. Some days it was hard to believe but no matter how hurt I was, I never took it down.
"Give em hell, turn their heads, gonna live life till we're dead."
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
I got on and off the scale three times.
Each time the result was the same. I’d gained 2.8 pounds this past week which was exactly the amount I’d lost the week before. Like a revolving door, a whole host of emotions ran through my brain – sadness, anger, frustration and mostly I was perplexed. I sat down and reviewed my food intake and my exercise and there wasn’t a significant difference from the week before. In my pre-Spark days I’d have been stumped. Chalked it up to my body type and would have decided I was doomed to be fat. I dug a bit deeper. Last week was a stressful week in many ways, most of which were career related. Oh, I slept, just not very well. I spent a lot of time staring off at the distance looking for some sign or direction. I fell into the bad habit of believing activity, any activity is a cure for what ails you. In short, I was stressed out. This week isn’t much better and the best way to describe it is I am preoccupied. In short, I could be doing everything correctly but the stress I’ve placed my body under has caused it to react in a negative fashion.
I set an intention today to be successful in making surethe third component of my health, my spirit, is nurtured. I’m not giving up, not by a long shot. I’ll just ride this out and maybe next week we’ll show a promising loss.
Maybe your saying you already knew this stuff, but someone out there needed to read this. That’s why I wrote it
Hang in there.
Monday, January 14, 2013
Let’s establish a baseline. I am, for all intent and purpose a red blooded American male who is far from being a prude. I appreciate the human body and yes I often find myself attracted to it mostly in the personage of my wife. However I am not immune from seeing a magazine cover or television ad of an attractive female and muttering some sort of appreciation usually beginning with “Da*n.”Ok, we got that out of the way. A few minutes ago I had the opportunity to spin the Spark bonus wheel. (Hooray for me.) As the wheel went round and round, dead in the center was an obese woman with rather large breasts modeling a bra for a new reality show about women with large breasts who can’t seem to get fitted correctly for that type of support. These were not your typical large breasts they were so large that they were noticeable. The commercial went on and on mostly showing women jumping up and down and jiggling with glee because they found a bra that fits.
I am sensitive to their plight. I have two daughters who find it a challenge to find that type of support and they often spend an entire afternoon getting fitted. I know, too, that it can cause a lot of pain when your breasts are larger than your back can support comfortably and that it can create some pretty serious medical issues. If you are uncomfortable with me talking about breasts I apologize but it seems like there are more and more things we don’t talk about because somewhere, someone has deemed them inappropriate and yet here they are on reality television for the entire world to pop a beverage of choice, sit back and laugh at someone’s plight. It was like watching a train wreck of sorts. I Google searched the show and watched promotions for women, most of them over weight showing off their breasts. If this is what America wants so be it. I won’t be watching. Katie and Maggie answered my text message about the show with one word “Gross!!!” I want to reiterate I am not being insensitive to women who have these issues just their exploitation. What is of greater concern is that SparkPeople chooses to use this add on their web site. If I am not mistaken the majority of members here are female and I know from conversations with my daughters and some close female friends that weight issues and self esteem are a major issue with most females. (They are with most males also, we’re just too scared to let go and admit it) So here we are encouraging people to buy into something that goes against everything we are supposed to be about, here. I am becoming more concerned about the direction we are traveling. I shook my head the other day when I read a blog and then noticed at the bottom it had been copy righted by the writer. Aren’t we supposed to be helping each other out?
Help me here dear friends. Am I over reacting?
Saturday, January 12, 2013
I stood in the pool yesterday morning right around 6 AM .warming up for my training session. It had been a brutal week. There were a number of twists and turns I hadn’t counted on and I had a feeling of hopelessness for a brief moment. The thing I crave the most – total and complete control of my life had slipped through my fingers.
First, there was a silent “Arghhhhhhhhhh” I was angry and frustrated, not so much at the events that weighed me down but at my reaction to them. From deep inside came a prayer mostly out of embarrassment and guilt. “Well here I am again. Everything is all messed up. Seems like the only time I show up is when I need something.”
From deep inside a strong and clear voice responded, “At least you know where to come.”
Be blessed today
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