tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-152524072024-03-07T01:38:23.031-06:00WoodchipsChipping away at my life... trying to make some sense of things.Life... is for the living...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279490273232024047noreply@blogger.comBlogger564125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252407.post-8078998103183238802013-04-23T05:29:00.002-05:002013-04-23T05:29:55.764-05:00Updates<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It has been 2 years since I posed here... so I decided to give an update.<br />
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Let me recap what's been going on for about the last decade...<br />
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I was married, X and I got divorced, I wandered for a moment trying to figure out who I was, I dated around, settled down, then got married.<br />
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Over the past 2 years, life has been great. I can truly say that I married well. I did not marry because I was lonely, I did not marry because I thought she was beautiful (although she is, both inside and out), I married because I love her.<br />
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So... there's the lesson people. Marry well.<br />
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There are a lot of things that you can glean from this blog, I'm open to thoughts and questions. Comment if you have questions... I will answer.Life... is for the living...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279490273232024047noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252407.post-55663972264272776162011-09-30T15:36:00.000-05:002011-09-30T15:36:04.810-05:00Good Bye<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I have had this blog for 5 years and I think it's time to say Good Bye...<br />
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When I was going through my divorce this really helped me figure out who I was. It helped me stay settled.<br />
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When I was dating, it prevented me from making bad mistakes.<br />
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Now that I'm happily married, to an incredible woman that gets me... blogging here just doesn't feel the same.<br />
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So... 6 years and over 500 posts later... it's time to move on to the next part of my life.<br />
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Take care!Life... is for the living...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279490273232024047noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252407.post-74886619364401257652011-09-30T15:30:00.003-05:002011-09-30T15:30:57.947-05:00I hate taking pills<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I hate taking pills. But... if there was a wonder drug that would let me grow hair, be as fit as I was when I was 21, give me all the energy and focus, and not have any side effects, I would take it in a half second.<br />
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Without water.<br />
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<br />Life... is for the living...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279490273232024047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252407.post-73517990114687903322011-09-28T18:40:00.003-05:002011-09-28T20:14:46.544-05:00Sidelined!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I woke up this morning with a runny nose. My eyes were watering, I couldn't stop sneezing.<br />
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It took me a minute to figure out what this was... a common cold! I haven't had one in almost 12 years. Seriously.<br />
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L suggested that I get some Afrin since I despise taking pills. Afrin is a mist that you spray in your nose that's suppose to help with congestion.<br />
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I only have one question... If I can't breath, how can I get it in my nose???<br />
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Signed,<br />
Sidelined by the common coldLife... is for the living...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279490273232024047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252407.post-72458048907073559552011-09-26T12:42:00.001-05:002011-09-26T12:42:53.676-05:00Love and marriage<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Love and marriage. Wow... Where to start today?<br />
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Marriage is an interesting thing. I mean, it's one thing to meet someone (finally), marry them, grow in love until one of you dies or worse, a divorce happens. <b><i>(Note: in my opinion, it's far worse to be divorced than to have a spouse die... if you want to know why I say that... drop me a comment and I'll do my best to explain the rationale)</i></b><br />
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So, in my current situation - I have 1 divorce, and she has 1 dead spouse - and between the two of us, we have 6 kids (we each have 3).<br />
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The difficult thing with Love and Marriage in this situation is that 2 people have fallen in love, but there are 6 other people that this is thrust upon. Blending and making everyone feel included can be taxing. After all... if 7 people are good and 1 person acts a little nuts... it can make the whole house of cards... shaky.<br />
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L has a daughter like that. Everyone can live in peace except this one person. It has nothing to do with whether I'm there or not. She isolates and attempts to reign in terror.<br />
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The questions is... how do you show love to someone that you would rather walk away from when they enter the room? She is after all... only a teenager.Life... is for the living...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279490273232024047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252407.post-36061650239171681012011-09-22T11:20:00.002-05:002011-09-22T11:20:33.810-05:00100 days of marriage<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I have been married for 103 days today. Wow... Interestingly enough "L" and I have known each other for less than a year.</div>
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WOW.</div>
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The interesting thing about marriage is that there are no money back guarantees... so you better choose right.<br />
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L and I are getting closer every day. I cannot imagine what life was like before her. We still have open and honest communication, we hold each other accountable, and really enjoy each other.<br />
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Happy 100 days, babe!Life... is for the living...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279490273232024047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252407.post-77337892003680515762011-09-22T09:32:00.001-05:002011-09-22T09:32:16.488-05:00Trying something new<div><p>I always promised myself that I would use my Galaxy Tab as a productivity tool and not as a toy to only play games, listen to music, or watch video. The only game that I have loaded on it is chess.</p>
<p>I do use it, to catch up on the news, check e-mail, social networking (twitter AND facebook), and of course for taking pictures.</p>
<p>Lately, I've decided to go a little further. Today, I downloaded Workout Trainier. It's an app that will work you through various workouts with a virtual coach.</p>
<p>I'm trying to make my life so there is no excuse. Remove all hinderances... Move forward!</p>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">I love to-do lists. I have so much to do, that I often write it down to make sure that I don't forget to do things. There's a great sense of accomplishment when you strike something off your list. It's like.. you've accomplished something.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">Earlier this week, I found an organizer for my Samsung Galaxy Tab called "Do It Tomorrow". This to-do list has 2 pages... today and tomorrow. You put things on your list and you have the option of moving it to tomorrow. If you don't get it done, it will automatically move the task to the next day! An excellent app for procrastinators! HOORAY!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">I've tried it out for a week, and true to form, I got about 30% of the items that I put on the list done. It worked like a charm! But... as I read on twitter:</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;">Your desires w/o a date aren't goals, they're whims! Put a date to ur dreams and make them doable goals & a reality! - Don Brawley</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;">So... I found this new app called "myLifeOrganized" or MLO as avid fans call it.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;">WOW, this is a powerful tool. You can set up projects, give yourself deadlines, set up recurring tasks... I spent an hour prioritizing what needed to be done in my life with due dates.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;">I could also tell what really wasn't important in my life because I didn't put dates by them... so I guess those aren't really hard and fast goals... are they.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Anyway... if you get a chance, check it out:</span></span><a href="http://www.mylifeorganized.net/">http://www.mylifeorganized.net/</a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"> </span></span>Life... is for the living...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279490273232024047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252407.post-514228950868974402011-09-21T10:09:00.001-05:002011-09-21T10:09:43.273-05:00Current Struggles<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Nothing feels as good as being health except:</div>
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<li>eating a greasy bacon double cheeseburger</li>
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<li>apple pie and ice cream</li>
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Really, the list goes on and on. Being healthy feels good, but unfortunately, you have to work in order to be healthy, and it's the work part that doesn't feel good. Eating healthy fuels the body, but it doesn't give you the same comforts as food that contains "fat". What is it about food that contains fat that makes you feel so good?</div>
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I wish I knew.</div>
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Anyway, I'm back at it again. I've started eating healthy again, and getting into the gym at least 5 days a week. I have got to get under 200 pounds... but the transition is hard. I know I'll feel better when I get there, but getting there is NO fun.</div>
Life... is for the living...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279490273232024047noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252407.post-59551889977755045232011-08-29T12:16:00.000-05:002011-08-29T12:16:11.372-05:00Role Models<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd-R6yU6yZj_z25V1NEm1Mrse9pQThJ8k2Sa4feEc2tuIL3bwu4iTxNzKN-40u5txssLlAUdXcCF9RnAbI9SJEJzxqJMFFK3vSAZX_4mbsMk1kQMN3Vvsl-wIca3893UzZ6tqn/s1600/white+couple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd-R6yU6yZj_z25V1NEm1Mrse9pQThJ8k2Sa4feEc2tuIL3bwu4iTxNzKN-40u5txssLlAUdXcCF9RnAbI9SJEJzxqJMFFK3vSAZX_4mbsMk1kQMN3Vvsl-wIca3893UzZ6tqn/s320/white+couple.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I have never been one to play the race card... I think that each unique race brings its own unique benefits to the table. I've always tried to be the type of person that would study all ethnicity's and pick the best from each and bring them to the table.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So... the question is... why am I bringing this up today?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I was looking for a picture of a black couple and was surprised to see how sexually suggestive most of them were. Then I decided to look and see how other races were depicted around the internet. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So... my question to you today is this... how do you view other races? Do you have any stereotypes?</div><br />
Life... is for the living...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279490273232024047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252407.post-60395104596840642832011-08-04T22:40:00.000-05:002011-08-04T22:40:49.530-05:00Live and learn...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHdkQ6DDUVT00qPUqTOXv8Y0IS6I-i0kR51K3k4LXsnAB83rhfVwzCFu6aTZ6VNfqkGrSlvTQVQij24Z1lfBnOF0v7x1AMSt7ygYxOGfn72cnWTaDYLL3eFs7LB-WUxn8DFro2/s1600/jack3d-275height.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHdkQ6DDUVT00qPUqTOXv8Y0IS6I-i0kR51K3k4LXsnAB83rhfVwzCFu6aTZ6VNfqkGrSlvTQVQij24Z1lfBnOF0v7x1AMSt7ygYxOGfn72cnWTaDYLL3eFs7LB-WUxn8DFro2/s1600/jack3d-275height.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So... I decided to try a pre-work out supplement - Jack3d. Under ordinary circumstances, I eat very healthy. I'm 92% vegetarian, I don't ingest caffeine, and I track calories, sodium, sugar, potassium and fat in my diet on nearly a daily basis.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I went to GNC and they suggested that I add a few things to my diet - a multivitamin and a pre-work out supplement.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The multivitamin has turned my urine bright yellow. A side effect of the Vitamin B...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The Jack3d has caffeine. I like the energy that I get from it, but the caffeine dependency - even after 4 days is driving me crazy. 4 days in...and work out is good.</div>Life... is for the living...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279490273232024047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252407.post-91234323850325986242011-08-03T10:29:00.000-05:002011-08-03T10:29:58.112-05:00Caffeine<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcVjr7BCrDmJhcBb96KGBqK4sPMhSzlQKSYfbh3GJJpnkMtxMkwSHqe_ftom-q4mrq0Paaizjjp_o1vhFbj1QRFHitGRCVb1tvUVknlBPKi3tEdV3OX2vWh89xpTa8N5oEtGK0/s1600/caffeine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcVjr7BCrDmJhcBb96KGBqK4sPMhSzlQKSYfbh3GJJpnkMtxMkwSHqe_ftom-q4mrq0Paaizjjp_o1vhFbj1QRFHitGRCVb1tvUVknlBPKi3tEdV3OX2vWh89xpTa8N5oEtGK0/s320/caffeine.jpg" width="257" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Apparently, most supplements have caffeine. I generally have a caffeine intake of 0mg/day. That's right. I live my life in a caffeine free way. Because I fuel my body in an *ahem* clean way - never taking in anything that is (too) bad, when I start adding things to my regimen I pay attention.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What I'm feeling right now is the caffeine drop off... the drain. I hate this part...</div>Life... is for the living...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279490273232024047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252407.post-57657208274035494222011-08-03T09:38:00.000-05:002011-08-03T09:38:32.770-05:00A familiar feeling...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC3GXhb8anKZmlKgoFCvLb6sHcJSirYnHYKZJi1MgOidikBqSmXTkuMPddNIR4I-n4JtTrHPxhs-Pw88X2hr_5JPkvMVUVFZY7fBSXM0-a61_WuWswGkFEf7RpJVsoxXHb7pG0/s1600/LegMuscles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="278" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC3GXhb8anKZmlKgoFCvLb6sHcJSirYnHYKZJi1MgOidikBqSmXTkuMPddNIR4I-n4JtTrHPxhs-Pw88X2hr_5JPkvMVUVFZY7fBSXM0-a61_WuWswGkFEf7RpJVsoxXHb7pG0/s320/LegMuscles.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My leg muscles hurt. Primarily my calves and hamstrings. I did day #2 of the insanity work out yesterday. There was a lot of squatting and jumping. Usually, when I head to the gym and work out on the machines (Cybex, treadmill, elliptical, the new fangled stepper thing) - I can work out hard, not bother to stretch and do it again the next day with no issues.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">With Insanity... I feel it. my body feels like it had a work out.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This is the 4th or 5th time that I've started Insanity. Generally, my body gives out before I do. I end up suffering from muscle fatigue and I can't make it through the work out by the end of the 2nd week. I see improvements, I just can't sustain the work out.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I eat very cleanly when I do something like this. There's no need to defeat yourself by eating poorly and working out this hard. Although I'm 92% vegetarian, I consume an adequate amount of protein and I supplement with protein bars in between my major meals.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm doing something different this time, I'm actually using real supplements!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Here's my eating day:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">8am - Oatmeal</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">10am - Zone Perfect Bar</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">12am - Lunch (Usually a chicken, vegetable, pasta medley)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">2pm - Zone Perfect Bar</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">4pm - Dinner (Tempeh or Tofu)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm using the following supplements:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Jack3d - pre-workout</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">MDrive - breakfast/lunch</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">GNC Mega Men Sport - breakfast</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We'll see how this works out...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div>Life... is for the living...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279490273232024047noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252407.post-6599017728715907012011-08-03T05:54:00.000-05:002011-08-03T05:54:13.305-05:00Day 2 of working out...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaaONX8DdDygHiHLBa0qL8kUxDYESsT-ShXbf1Wn2OfhyphenhyphenVEtSbPXT_D2yCApBMgSzYedso3f5whIImFW6BNk0CBKE2Y8uH6K62rNE7V4gE01SnWUr2xFWkO9RmETMo25o-TqMy/s1600/Standing+Tall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaaONX8DdDygHiHLBa0qL8kUxDYESsT-ShXbf1Wn2OfhyphenhyphenVEtSbPXT_D2yCApBMgSzYedso3f5whIImFW6BNk0CBKE2Y8uH6K62rNE7V4gE01SnWUr2xFWkO9RmETMo25o-TqMy/s1600/Standing+Tall.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As much as I complain about working out, there are interesting benefits that I do like, For example, after only working out for 2 days I actually stand taller. It's almost like the muscles have awakened and they're sayiung "yes! we're being used again!!!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The hardest part is going ot the gym... alone. Starting a high intensity work out... alone... And pushing myself as hard as I can because if I don't do it, no-one will. It's the ultimate test of self-discipline. The thing that I need to really grasp is that "if I can excel in this... I can excel in anything." SO I need to carry this drive over into other aspects of my life. Right?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">There are so many areas that I rely on raw talent, that if I added discipline, I would be a super star.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Anyway... those are my motivational thoughts for the day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Get-r-done!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Life... is for the living...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279490273232024047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252407.post-12921145227931787492011-08-02T10:08:00.000-05:002011-08-02T10:08:30.560-05:00Day 1... finished...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcn0LLF-wU7dEZivfcwM8cJup5Cw7Dj6x-UlrFJjgc4IkD_FuSsaV7kxAqSS2NhgKcNgeHaUs8Qb2XtAO13xE9fKAD-K_qFAJx_cnfBRvSxog44PwFtzjHvY9VMXbhXrJOoIrL/s1600/picsay-1312297358.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcn0LLF-wU7dEZivfcwM8cJup5Cw7Dj6x-UlrFJjgc4IkD_FuSsaV7kxAqSS2NhgKcNgeHaUs8Qb2XtAO13xE9fKAD-K_qFAJx_cnfBRvSxog44PwFtzjHvY9VMXbhXrJOoIrL/s320/picsay-1312297358.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It truly is amazing how quickly you can get out of shape. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I completed Day 1 of Insanity... again, and it completely kicked my but. Not too long ago, I was in the gym 5 days/week. I would do an intensive cardio work out, a little strength training... it felt good. I made the mistake of going roller skating and tweaking my knee. I took a couple weeks off... ate really poorly... the scale didn't say that I gained weight, but I could kind of feel it in the way that fat weighs less than muscle.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Anyway... I went to the gym... did the fit test... and WOW... what? It kicked my butt. The numbers were around the same as they were when I started Insanity the 1st time over 1 1/2 years ago. It was like all the progress that I made... had been stifled.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">No worries tho... I'm back on track.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This time? No stopping until I'm under 200 pounds!</div>Life... is for the living...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279490273232024047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252407.post-38883749467139996042011-08-01T12:38:00.000-05:002011-08-01T12:38:26.511-05:00The First Day...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixNWNooDTBu6bvduVTYZhk5POAtUNY0vdjaaAnlNtg2pz-iYL7aKgm80BqnPjJY7AiMFuf_JWqNAkx8spQQtzZNXGTSN8dtxsDcFsDB33-ZhEo7MD8bg_iKll8iT9dEoi-cwzo/s1600/insanity.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixNWNooDTBu6bvduVTYZhk5POAtUNY0vdjaaAnlNtg2pz-iYL7aKgm80BqnPjJY7AiMFuf_JWqNAkx8spQQtzZNXGTSN8dtxsDcFsDB33-ZhEo7MD8bg_iKll8iT9dEoi-cwzo/s1600/insanity.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">After a few false starts, I'm starting the Insanity work out... again. I plan on eating cleanly. Doing all 6 days of the work out... I will... I WILL get this done...</div>Life... is for the living...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279490273232024047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252407.post-28784169327826835162011-07-25T08:57:00.000-05:002011-07-25T08:57:07.141-05:00What do you dare???<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixGbZQdB2HRIruhBmtojcl8ieBHu0-7upcVHznF76SjQiKeRaMlklgc6W-w7ZmM86q9Cm6Riyuo8H9lmxysVU4WQwCijdSXmUwyl_CuKwsr6yMECPfEUVzcJkFEc47O1Qkjqzc/s1600/2011-07-25+07.51.18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixGbZQdB2HRIruhBmtojcl8ieBHu0-7upcVHznF76SjQiKeRaMlklgc6W-w7ZmM86q9Cm6Riyuo8H9lmxysVU4WQwCijdSXmUwyl_CuKwsr6yMECPfEUVzcJkFEc47O1Qkjqzc/s320/2011-07-25+07.51.18.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On my way home today I stopped by a rest area on the highway and took a picture of a monument that states: "We dare defend our rights." The sun was behind me, so there was no way that I could take the picture without my shadow in the picture. I boldly centered myself in the picture... and "snap!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In looking at the picture, I saw something that I don't usually see when I look in the mirror... and that is - how far my spare tire extends over my waist. Wow... I'm fat.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So... what do I dare?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I dare to buck the trend of being in one of the fattest states... I'm all into eating healthy... exercising... getting fit. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I have my life in line... my blog helped with that. Now? I have to get my health in line.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Here's to my battle of the bulge!</div>Life... is for the living...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279490273232024047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252407.post-74313045948604104002011-07-13T08:54:00.000-05:002011-07-13T08:54:21.073-05:00On small step for man...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZRVTb-QoOkxsCFJJLCA_Tc0oGgrSkQ2EEG8601i0ITbgHlv23bQHYCkZm7Ati6tKfln89nDP6qOlPM1E0xP2cCan5Ex5g7dM3HCl-F2Sr5tEcMA12RAoA2aKb5vQOSzK62ODe/s1600/One+Step+Forward+Two+Steps+Back.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZRVTb-QoOkxsCFJJLCA_Tc0oGgrSkQ2EEG8601i0ITbgHlv23bQHYCkZm7Ati6tKfln89nDP6qOlPM1E0xP2cCan5Ex5g7dM3HCl-F2Sr5tEcMA12RAoA2aKb5vQOSzK62ODe/s1600/One+Step+Forward+Two+Steps+Back.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Lately, life seems to be a little too "one step forward, to steps back" for me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Not in the sense that there's anything wrong with married life. I have married the most incredible woman on the planet. There is so much love, respect, and cooperation abounding that it makes my first 16 year marriage seem like it was run by a bunch of 5th graders with a limited trust fund - recklessly dysfunctional.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It's all the other things that are messing with my 2011 action plan.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm still trying to manage life in 3 different cities... this causes havoc in my monetary and dietary goals.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Honestly, my diet has been LOUSY for the last 3 weeks... I admit it, part of it is completely stress related.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So... what am I going to do about this?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Discipline.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I need to get back to a disciplined lifestyle.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So let it be.</div>Life... is for the living...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279490273232024047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252407.post-5566995103100058902011-06-24T06:59:00.001-05:002011-06-24T07:00:25.484-05:00Yeah... not so much...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD6agFjhCIsfK9bC00OT94_EEAz1TWMiKburfHpzt2W9Vh2SB3-q9TRMpJ8SRDTenZLK6YxzZnhfoko45aoLXjMHeIm347_CiyJYiiciaITMCNKMTzc4AdlvbwecFKXOVspPBN/s1600/40.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD6agFjhCIsfK9bC00OT94_EEAz1TWMiKburfHpzt2W9Vh2SB3-q9TRMpJ8SRDTenZLK6YxzZnhfoko45aoLXjMHeIm347_CiyJYiiciaITMCNKMTzc4AdlvbwecFKXOVspPBN/s320/40.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When I was a teenager I wasn't the type of person that attracted good looking women. I was always the friend.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When I was in my 20's, it wasn't much different... but I DID get my first "real" girlfriend. She weighed at least 50 pounds more than me. Didn't quite know what to do with a girlfriend, but we had a child and were married for 15 years.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When we divorced, and I started dating again, it was more of the same... the world wasn't ready for someone that was nice and genuine as me. I had a lot of first dates.. not very many 2nd dates. I dated a few women - but none of them lasted over 3 months. Primarily because I didn't want to compromise. I couldn't be in a relationship with someone that was shallow or needed to be in a relationship. In my mind, I raised one wife, couldn't raise another one.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So, now I'm in my early 40's... I met this incredible woman... married her. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">More on this topic later... </div>Life... is for the living...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279490273232024047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252407.post-58793353055791925532011-06-21T15:57:00.000-05:002011-06-21T15:57:22.719-05:00catching up...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6AzuTTxfmdAwHDHgbX8E6oisWzzXy2-TZu_LXBLGzl6qAJw1uvyx81lJZnVA6nz92g74ND_zVco_telvyj0RQRROwMSYSxNBHCnrQSC3s-eTqvc8UmqrFGZBFnEqf5QBONHsg/s1600/to-me-you-re-perfect-miri-malaysia%252B1152_12981931546-tpfil02aw-2772.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="204" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6AzuTTxfmdAwHDHgbX8E6oisWzzXy2-TZu_LXBLGzl6qAJw1uvyx81lJZnVA6nz92g74ND_zVco_telvyj0RQRROwMSYSxNBHCnrQSC3s-eTqvc8UmqrFGZBFnEqf5QBONHsg/s320/to-me-you-re-perfect-miri-malaysia%252B1152_12981931546-tpfil02aw-2772.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Okay... so, I was doing this strange countdown until my marriage... right? Well... the task has been done. We're married now. The one thing that I'm sure of is that I've chosen well. I have chosen the most incredible woman that matches my personality well.<br />
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Why is it so important that she match my personality? Why can't we match each others personality?<br />
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That, my friend, is a good question...<br />
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My personality can be a little... obnoxious. I admit it.<br />
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I like open and honest communication. Even if it makes me uncomfortable. I really want to know what's going on inside your head.<br />
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I don't like leaving things unresolved.<br />
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I obsess over problems or open action items.<br />
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More later... just wanted to bring the countdown to closure...Life... is for the living...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279490273232024047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252407.post-25314064101994812952011-06-02T10:28:00.000-05:002011-06-02T10:28:58.645-05:008 Days...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicK92MOYZAvaDC5btnMU0292ph8SkpLrQ7amWvKuje4UPjPvtBsCDxzfgmEtF9bT-MMhVzTR2ej27I4zgVl3uUNHijPKOT5D5nGHo1XliyhuEW4AGGwCEEEoR2CDmHx5tPdWRO/s1600/8days_till_show.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicK92MOYZAvaDC5btnMU0292ph8SkpLrQ7amWvKuje4UPjPvtBsCDxzfgmEtF9bT-MMhVzTR2ej27I4zgVl3uUNHijPKOT5D5nGHo1XliyhuEW4AGGwCEEEoR2CDmHx5tPdWRO/s1600/8days_till_show.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> In 8 days and 13 hours I will be a married man.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> People ask me 2 questions now, which are pretty annoying to me:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><ol><li>Are you nervous?</li>
<li>Are you excited?</li>
</ol><div> When I answer no to each question, people always say "I would be..."</div><div><br />
</div><div> Okay, so maybe it's no to being nervous... because I chose well...</div><div><br />
</div><div> Excited... not so much... annoyed is more like it. Why did we choose a date so far out???!!!</div>Life... is for the living...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279490273232024047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252407.post-26479967663063722582011-05-27T09:44:00.000-05:002011-05-27T09:44:40.711-05:00Same shirt<div> Today I am wearing the same shirt not the same shirt as yesterday, but the shirt but I've dubbed the "same shirt."<br />
I call it the "same shirt" because I purchased it when I was 285 pounds with the intent of being able to fit in it one day.<br />
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Today it represents an unfinished job.<br />
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I can button the <u>"same shirt" </u> but the job isn't done yet. I don't have a flat stomach. I still have a little "dunlop" where although my stomach hasn't "done lopped" over my belt... It still protrudes further than it needs to.<br />
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I need to finish the job... I need to lose another 30 pounds... at a minimum.<br />
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So... today, I'm 225... back to where I stopped the first time...<br />
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Now, it's time to finish the job!</div>Life... is for the living...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279490273232024047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252407.post-42306667235165495342011-05-26T15:02:00.000-05:002011-05-26T15:02:00.052-05:00True Love Waits<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiceNjSnyBrNx1nInfxuRAGfBX0DvcVdxs6pRP9t8XXl4iMNiQf5m4dat9YJSnkh7hbKSOoSZ-c1GgVrpSXBT_szhQ3Me2rYVCeZZJKRaTPOM8VcJJa6ZaXNuTumab7ntAqP8l-/s1600/The+Ring.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="182" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiceNjSnyBrNx1nInfxuRAGfBX0DvcVdxs6pRP9t8XXl4iMNiQf5m4dat9YJSnkh7hbKSOoSZ-c1GgVrpSXBT_szhQ3Me2rYVCeZZJKRaTPOM8VcJJa6ZaXNuTumab7ntAqP8l-/s320/The+Ring.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>The interesting thing about having been married before is that you know what sex is. You know how awesome it is to be with the person that you love and to fully be able to give yourself to that person. It's an awesome thing.<br />
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To some degree, I think we have cheapened sexuality by exploiting it when we see someone that we're attracted to or just for the sake of horniness.<br />
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My fiancée and I have both been married. My marriage ended in divorce and hers ended with the death of her husband. So we both have had sex in the confines of a marriage.<br />
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The hardest thing for us was not going "there" while we were dating.<br />
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So... she wears 2 rings. An engagement ring... and a promise ring.<br />
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15 days... and the promise is fulfilled.Life... is for the living...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279490273232024047noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252407.post-39841454300294876942011-05-26T14:55:00.000-05:002011-05-26T14:55:47.713-05:00The countdown says...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMbgwLhnyMI2krYaSFsWcNcEy3nHOKZjta06O8g7aMMYDbSPsQEdDkFKJIVDC6x_5D2DH25SCvyxeMzj1BNg8UWMmhbWznKE4RHWRrW9mxWSFird740uFkTJfkLhVPhVuyXPlE/s1600/15days_till_show.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMbgwLhnyMI2krYaSFsWcNcEy3nHOKZjta06O8g7aMMYDbSPsQEdDkFKJIVDC6x_5D2DH25SCvyxeMzj1BNg8UWMmhbWznKE4RHWRrW9mxWSFird740uFkTJfkLhVPhVuyXPlE/s1600/15days_till_show.jpg" /></a></div>So... in 15 days I will no longer be a single man. I'll be married. I will have a wife. I will be a husband.<br />
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Interesting.<br />
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So... how do I feel about this?<br />
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That's a good questions.<br />
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I feel good.<br />
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I mean, the first time I got married out of obligation. I married this woman that I barely knew that I knocked up when I was in college. For 15 years we had a really weird relationship based upon the fact that we had a family together and really not much else in common.<br />
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To some degree, she resented me for her predicament, and if I had to be totally honest - I probably held some resentment too.<br />
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The result of all of this was that I truly became gun shy and I never thought that I would marry again. I set my expectations very high and I was ready to end things at the drop of a hat.<br />
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I always believed that I would settle down if I found that one person that got relationship the way that I did, but when it comes to dating, I was pretty sure that my viewpoint was definitely not the norm.<br />
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I mean... open and honest communication. Who does that? Everyone basically lives in some weird sort of shame...<br />
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Trust? Everyone has been done wrong a million times, so trust is hard earned.<br />
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Faith in God? That impacts the way you live your life??? Mostly in word only, never in deed or action.<br />
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That's where I set my bar.<br />
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I also thought that I could teach someone these things... thus the 2 year plan. Learn my system...<br />
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But you can't teach someone how to be something that they naturally are... so I changed my tact. I started looking for people that naturally possessed these qualities.<br />
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Well... I found her.<br />
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In 15 days we'll be married.<br />
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And in my mind... that's the way it should have been since the beginning.... so, I'm at peace.Life... is for the living...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279490273232024047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252407.post-50825454475530477662011-05-24T13:52:00.000-05:002011-05-24T13:52:18.308-05:00Going Commando!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYTl35zI9OWQzXqhCK8kj6ixlCdvw0IBjUw8Q0r_wcoxm8iqTRyJpq_EQwnrmVUrGC6SmoQ_zQEglfauh2VWrGOOyzLKppL9D7ziNQRtqwzLqmFTzamBMarq4p7Yk0MdnaywtF/s1600/boxers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="301" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYTl35zI9OWQzXqhCK8kj6ixlCdvw0IBjUw8Q0r_wcoxm8iqTRyJpq_EQwnrmVUrGC6SmoQ_zQEglfauh2VWrGOOyzLKppL9D7ziNQRtqwzLqmFTzamBMarq4p7Yk0MdnaywtF/s320/boxers.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In the spirit of TMI (Too Much Information - for the uninitiated...) here's my story for the day...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I've been hitting the gym daily. I generally go before work. It's great... I basically burn somewhere between 500 and 800 calories 4 to 5 days a week. I get up in the morning, iron my clothes, head out the door... the...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><ul><li>30 minutes on the treadmill</li>
<li>30 minutes on the bike</li>
<li>30 minutes on the elliptical</li>
</ul><div>Then, I take a shower, dress, head to work...</div><div><br />
</div><div>BUT... for the last week, I've forgotten my underwear! So... I roll into work au natural.</div><div><br />
</div><div>It's liberating...</div><div><br />
</div><div>Okay, now back to work...</div>Life... is for the living...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279490273232024047noreply@blogger.com0