Hate!
We use certain words that have more power than we could ever imagine. We use words like "Hate" and yes, I am a culprit of usage.
Dictionary.com defines hate as an intense feeling of dislike, or extreme aversion or hostility. If we have that much passion for something, that much energy to waste- shouldn't we use it towards words that create positive energy?!
A friend of mine mentioned that to me, and a friend mentioned it to him. I am already in the process of changing my lingo.
Yours!
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
No I'm Not Conceited...I'm Convinced
Ha ha. That was just one of my comebacks when people called me vein, conceited, a Narcissist...and the list goes on. The issue wasn't that I considered myself to be anything more than average. The issue was (and sometimes still is) that I portrayed myself as someone who was filled with confidence, who walked with his head up, and who looked down upon those around me.
In actuality, I was someone who believed in my own abilities- but had much self-doubt. I walked around exuding confidence because I was too afraid to show how I really felt not-too-deep inside. I walked tall because I didn't want to give eye contact and for others to see the fear in my eyes. The one they called 'Nestlé' (my alter eager) was the one who appeared to have confidence. I even remember telling someone that I wanted to be as confident as Ed Green on Law & Order. Ha ha. That was many years ago.
Hmmm, so where does that bring me today. Today I do have the confidence I so eagerly craved during those Ed Green years. However, sometimes I have to dig deep to find it. It's a daily struggle, but everyday I prepare myself. Others may try to bring me down, but I know what I am capable of, even if I'm the only one that believes it!
About 5 years ago, I began building up my inner strength. The next thing I did was work on the outer...my physical appearance. I got a gym membership (and used it), I bought a mountain bike (and rode it) and improved my eating habits. It made me feel better externally, which impacted my internal strength.
I looked younger, felt stronger, and then almost got an 'S' tattooed on my chest. Just kidding.
But I felt good and I still do. And now I help others do the same thing.
In actuality, I was someone who believed in my own abilities- but had much self-doubt. I walked around exuding confidence because I was too afraid to show how I really felt not-too-deep inside. I walked tall because I didn't want to give eye contact and for others to see the fear in my eyes. The one they called 'Nestlé' (my alter eager) was the one who appeared to have confidence. I even remember telling someone that I wanted to be as confident as Ed Green on Law & Order. Ha ha. That was many years ago.
Hmmm, so where does that bring me today. Today I do have the confidence I so eagerly craved during those Ed Green years. However, sometimes I have to dig deep to find it. It's a daily struggle, but everyday I prepare myself. Others may try to bring me down, but I know what I am capable of, even if I'm the only one that believes it!
About 5 years ago, I began building up my inner strength. The next thing I did was work on the outer...my physical appearance. I got a gym membership (and used it), I bought a mountain bike (and rode it) and improved my eating habits. It made me feel better externally, which impacted my internal strength.
I looked younger, felt stronger, and then almost got an 'S' tattooed on my chest. Just kidding.
But I felt good and I still do. And now I help others do the same thing.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Can I Be Human for About 30 Minutes?
"Sometimes, for brief periods of time, I'd get lazy, eat garbage, and blow off workouts. And guess what? Life got hard again." Those are the words from Tony Horton's new book "Bring It!" No, I'm not promoting the book (although I should...I believe I would get a percentage of the sell). I'm only promoting the realities of life.
Someone mentioned to me that my "healthy" eating habits are odd (she considered it "too healthy".. I consider it to be a "normal"). I don't shovel greasy beef burgers down my throat daily, weekly or even monthly. I don't drink soda, unless it's naturally flavored soda water like Izze, and I don't eat a lot of sweats. However, every once in a while I'll go to a birthday party and have a slice of cake. In all honesty, sometimes I just crave the stuff and may bite into a burger, eat half a chocolate cake and... no I still don't drink soda... well maybe ginger ale. Does that count?
Anyway, I guess I just want to be a human who can eat what he wants without others judging. If you don't want to know my eating habits, than don't ask. All I know is that when I eat something with a lot of calories, it just means that I will work a little harder in the gym the next day. Maybe I'll do two P90X workouts instead of one. Who knows?
Well, Me. I know.
When I eat garbage, it's not that I've gotten lazy. It's generally my cheat day, and I definitely make up for it the next day. I had a large meal the other day, and the next day I did a partial Shakeology cleanse. I felt good, I felt energized and I didn't hate myself.
It's almost 10pm and I'm hungry. I think I'm going to have me a glass of Shakeology right now.
Someone mentioned to me that my "healthy" eating habits are odd (she considered it "too healthy".. I consider it to be a "normal"). I don't shovel greasy beef burgers down my throat daily, weekly or even monthly. I don't drink soda, unless it's naturally flavored soda water like Izze, and I don't eat a lot of sweats. However, every once in a while I'll go to a birthday party and have a slice of cake. In all honesty, sometimes I just crave the stuff and may bite into a burger, eat half a chocolate cake and... no I still don't drink soda... well maybe ginger ale. Does that count?
Anyway, I guess I just want to be a human who can eat what he wants without others judging. If you don't want to know my eating habits, than don't ask. All I know is that when I eat something with a lot of calories, it just means that I will work a little harder in the gym the next day. Maybe I'll do two P90X workouts instead of one. Who knows?
Well, Me. I know.
When I eat garbage, it's not that I've gotten lazy. It's generally my cheat day, and I definitely make up for it the next day. I had a large meal the other day, and the next day I did a partial Shakeology cleanse. I felt good, I felt energized and I didn't hate myself.
It's almost 10pm and I'm hungry. I think I'm going to have me a glass of Shakeology right now.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
My Prayers Have Become Generic
Someone recently asked me if I prayed for my fitness studio- the one that closed down. By this they meant, did I pray for it to remain open and for the business to expand. "You've prayed for everything else in your life, did you pray for your business?" She asked me.
"Of course not," I said. "That would be a little selfish, wouldn't it?"
I'd rather pray for my family and for peace on earth. I felt that praying for objects, a better body, success and money was a form of greed. Instead, I decided to just work hard, use the law of attraction, and MAKE it happen. If I put it out into the Universe, it will happen.
"I still don't understand," she said. "If you believe... if you have faith, then why don't you pray for your ultimate dreams and desires?"
I couldn't respond, because I didn't know.
For some reason, I didn't want to burden God. I didn't want to ask him for "frivolous" things like a fitness studio. I wanted to "use" my prayers to ask for forgiveness, more meaningful relationships with my family and friends, and good health." I never want to be a burden on anyone- parents, friends and especially God. I thought it was dissolute to ask for such things.
So I asked myself, what do I pray for?
Nothing.
I used to pray for everything. I would have actual conversations with God. I asked for love, job and financial security, and the ability to support my family, guidance, support, wisdom, courage, and self-confidence, direction, calmness, etc. the list goes on..
Sometimes I prayed so hard tears would pour from my eyes. Now, I give God two minutes of my time and I'm off to bed.
Hmmm.... I think it's about time that I turn this computer off, do some push ups and then get on my hands and knees and pray.
"Of course not," I said. "That would be a little selfish, wouldn't it?"
I'd rather pray for my family and for peace on earth. I felt that praying for objects, a better body, success and money was a form of greed. Instead, I decided to just work hard, use the law of attraction, and MAKE it happen. If I put it out into the Universe, it will happen.
"I still don't understand," she said. "If you believe... if you have faith, then why don't you pray for your ultimate dreams and desires?"
I couldn't respond, because I didn't know.
For some reason, I didn't want to burden God. I didn't want to ask him for "frivolous" things like a fitness studio. I wanted to "use" my prayers to ask for forgiveness, more meaningful relationships with my family and friends, and good health." I never want to be a burden on anyone- parents, friends and especially God. I thought it was dissolute to ask for such things.
So I asked myself, what do I pray for?
Nothing.
I used to pray for everything. I would have actual conversations with God. I asked for love, job and financial security, and the ability to support my family, guidance, support, wisdom, courage, and self-confidence, direction, calmness, etc. the list goes on..
Sometimes I prayed so hard tears would pour from my eyes. Now, I give God two minutes of my time and I'm off to bed.
Hmmm.... I think it's about time that I turn this computer off, do some push ups and then get on my hands and knees and pray.
Friday, May 6, 2011
A Quote for Me
“You control your future, your destiny. What you think about comes about. By recording your dreams and goals on paper, you set in motion the process of becoming the person you most want to be. Put your future in good hands - your own.” – Mark Victor Hansen
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Life...in general
Sorry I missed last week's post, but I was proud to repost a blog from my fam. Modifying the Mind...
That post touched me deeply, and reminds me of my own journey. Sometimes I wonder, when will I reach my destination? Will I be satisfied... finally? And is there really a destination to reach? Sometimes I feel like my life is in an aircraft. I sit around doing ab crunches and bicep curls, but I never actually land. I'm staying afloat, in the clouds of life, not really sure where to land. Hawaii seems nice... the Seychelles appear to be quite welcoming... L.A. has my name written on it... Boston or Bust... And the list go on.
My father always tells me that I take 'me' where ever I go... and that I will be successful where ever I end up. Now that thats clear, where the heck to I want to land so that I can finally have the success I've been searching for? I guess the journey continues.
Who's coming for the ride?
That post touched me deeply, and reminds me of my own journey. Sometimes I wonder, when will I reach my destination? Will I be satisfied... finally? And is there really a destination to reach? Sometimes I feel like my life is in an aircraft. I sit around doing ab crunches and bicep curls, but I never actually land. I'm staying afloat, in the clouds of life, not really sure where to land. Hawaii seems nice... the Seychelles appear to be quite welcoming... L.A. has my name written on it... Boston or Bust... And the list go on.
My father always tells me that I take 'me' where ever I go... and that I will be successful where ever I end up. Now that thats clear, where the heck to I want to land so that I can finally have the success I've been searching for? I guess the journey continues.
Who's coming for the ride?
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