Wednesday, June 16, 2010

I Just Have A Stomach For It

I just recently turned 25 and that's the magic age people told me I would be gaining bad weight (no, not textbooks, I haven't had that problem since Sophomore year in High School). But, I bicycle to work and I eat healthy for the most part. Because of that, I can have a chocolate doughnut and an espresso for lunch today (the oven was broken at my coffee shop, okay?).

But I had three donuts last Sunday followed by three cheap pink iced cookies from the supermarket, four crisped rice marshmallow cubes with toffee dust, and three pieces of chicken at a bonfire later that day. The weekend before that, I bought a dozen doughnuts from a famous doughnut chain and partook of five!

"How DO you do it?"

Well, I'll tell you. Any time I can pinch my belly fat, I pump up the fitness regimen. I eat fresh vegetables and drink more water and less coffee.

"Is that all?"

No. I avoid being able to notice my belly fat. What if I don't notice as well when I get older? I bet these people that told me I was going to get fat just watch themselves get fat and say the whole time "Well, I better do something about this," and stupidly put "more important" things ahead of their lifestyle adjustments.

If only these people would make the lifestyle adjustments, they wouldn't have to be so concerned with putting off weight loss. Your body is still on your side when you only have a little to get rid of.

Of course, these are the type of people that stand in quick sand and, when it gets ankle deep, say:

"Well, I guess I should move. Lemme just finish my coffee..."

Project Management

I have a problem: I am a gentleman. Not the Disney kind of gentleman, but the real kind with faults and vices as well as plenty of screw-ups to reflect on.

One symptom of my state is the fact that I don't like finished goods. If I need it, I should build it. My favorite car is the one that doesn't run yet. A home isn't mine until I've torn something apart and put it back together - correctly. To my detriment, I feel this way about people too.

You can imagine my frustration over the years from realizing that people, especially women, don't want to be your project. What is more, I never even really wanted to work so hard. Making another human being into something they are not is almost impossible. I don't want that much responsibility.

So as much as I wish I could keep people from doing things wrong and completely contrary to the way I would do them, I have to let go. I have to realize that everyone is different and everyone has their own traits. Unless someone is blindly walking in front of a train (literally, not figuratively. Sometimes you have to let that freight train hit someone for them to learn) I need to just stand back. And even then, it's really dangerous to jump in front of a train.

Letting go can be cleansing though. I sleep better at night when I'm not trying to devise the master plan that will save my nephews, niece, mother, wife, best childhood friends, sisters and small kitten from themselves. It also gives me more time to focus on improving myself.

After all, who am I to give diet and exercise lectures when I just had a chocolate doughnut and espresso for lunch and haven't been to the gym in two weeks (three?)? Who am I to give new tips on organization when I myself have three unsorted boxes of filing to do?