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Don’t Ask…..Act – thoughts for January 9, 2015

As long as I act like I can’t….then I won’t be able to. Find the winners, learn from them, ACT like them and you will succeed

Here is How I started.

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Mark


The Countdown


The phone buzzed.

It was a text message, but he did not recognize the number. He looked at the text, it was just the number 10. He deleted it and went about his business, which was basically being sprawled out on the couch playing a video game.

His phone buzzed again, another text. This time it just read “9”. He tried to recall whose number this might have been but he didn’t know anyone with an 812 area code and he had no idea what area of the country that would be in.

He set his phone down on the end table and went in the kitchen to get something to drink. He heard the phone buzzing again as he re-entered the room, picked it up and saw the number “8” displayed on another text message. Irritating to say the least, but he was sure there was an explanation

He typed in the message “who is this?” and hit the send button. No reply for a few minutes and then he saw a response saying “7”.

“What are you doing?”….SEND

“6”

His mind was completely off of his video game now, trying to figure out who was sending this countdown to him and why. Was it someone he knew? He clicked on the phone icon at the top of the texting screen, but it went straight to voice mail with one of those automated messages telling him what number he just called and that they were away from their phone at this time.

“5”

He had flashbacks of when he was a small child and refused to eat his dinner or clean his room, his parents would start counting backwards from 10 and if they got to 1, well he usually had something taken away from him until he had “learned his lesson”. He reached over and turned off the video game, then reached for the remote control and hit the POWER button to turn that off as well.

“4”

Was this because he hadn’t called his parents in a while? Was this someone telling him that he had better do something quick before he lost something that he treasured?

“3”

“Why are you doing this? What do you need me to do?”…SEND

His mind was racing now, what did he need to do, or do differently? There was so much that he wanted to do, he just never seemed to get around to it. He looked around his apartment and saw that it was a mess. He couldn’t remember the last time he cleaned up. He hated his job, but it “paid the bills”. His phone buzzed again.

“2”

His hands were sweaty and his heart was racing for some reason. Why is he feeling this way? He was sure that these texts were all just a prank, I mean what could happen when it gets down to “1”? Was the world going to end? Was someone going to break into his apartment and open fire with a machine gun? Was something going to happen to someone he loved? He tried dialing that number again but got the same stupid voice mail

“Stop! This isn’t funny”….SEND

He set his phone down and stared at it. Silence filled the room as he thought about all the things that he needed to change in his life. In the back of his mind he could hear his little voice telling him that “nothing changes if nothing changes.” He went into the kitchen and got a pad of paper and started writing down a list of everything that he wanted from life, all of his dreams. All of the things that he always told himself that there was no way that they would ever happen. He had no idea why he was doing this, but this countdown seemed to light a fuse in him. He was wasting his life and this person on the other end of the phone apparently knew this and was telling him that he had better start getting his stuff together before it was too late.

Suddenly his phone buzzed again. He just stared at it for a while before picking it up. He was pretty sure he knew what it was going to say. That his time was up. That it was too late for him. But he wasn’t ready to give in, he wasn’t ready to just give up just yet. He turned off the phone and looked at his list. #1 on the list was a better relationship with his parents, he grabbed his car keys

Meanwhile, at a small suburban house near Evansville IN, 5 year old Rebecca runs into the kitchen where her Mom was fixing dinner and holds out her mother’s IPhone…

“Look Mom, I used your phone to count backwards from 10!!


The Good “Old” Days

Glory Days. . . .

Ah. . .those were the best days of my life!

Hey, you remember that time. . . . .?

It just don’t get better than that!

Umm. . .yeah it does!

Yes, it WILL

There is nothing that has happened to me in my life that I cannot improve upon (wedding day and birth of children excluded).

Why does everyone talk about the past as if it was the best time of their life? What about today? What about NOW?

Why can’t this be the best time of your life?

There is a saying that goes like this. “If I have one foot in yesterday and one foot in tomorrow, then I am pissing all over today!”

Living in the past wondering what I could have or should have done differently had gotten me nowhere. The only thing that I can do about my past is to learn from it, and there are a LOT of lessons there, trust me!

Worrying about what is going to happen tomorrow, or next week, or next year just tends to leave me wondering about the past when all of my grandiose plans do not come true, mostly from my inability to start things or see things through to fruition.

It needs to start now. No more excuses!

Now here is the point where everyone rolls their eyes and I feel good about what I just wrote for about 15 minutes, and then life goes on.

I can’t keep doing that. I am pretty much out of options at this point if I do not get my sh!t together. I could have written about all of the bad things that have happened to me in my lifetime, and there have been many, most of which were self-inflicted, but that won’t mean much.

I could write about what is on my bucket list, which I kind of have up in one of those rusty old file cabinets in my head, but how is that going to help to talk about the good ol’ days?

For me, the good ol’ days need to be every day that I wake up and am able to get out of bed and live life. To be able to be thankful for all that I do have, not be regretful for all that I don’t have or never had.

The good ol’ days need to start every morning with me getting on my knees and thanking God that I have another chance, that I am alive for one more day.

The good ol’ days need to end every night with me getting on my knees and thanking God for that one day.

Falling LeavesThe good ol’ days need to be everything in between, and if I do everything in my power to live, to be a good person. To tell the people that I love, that I love them. To be there when someone who is struggling needs someone, just like all the people that were there for me when I was struggling. To look at the trees and the green grass and just know what a miracle it is that we all are living on this planet that can sustain life the way it does. To breathe in that cool crisp fall air as the leaves say good bye to the tree that they have been holding on to for months and fall to the ground, knowing that come spring there will be new leaves on the trees so that the circle of life can continue.

So yes, I do have stories about the good old days in my life that I wish to share, and they are happening right now.

So join me if you will on this new and ever changing journey that I like to call. . . . Life

life

 


Skinny On Obesity (Part VI)

Posted this on startsat50.com

This is part 6 of the 7 part series. In this one it talks about stress and its effect on obesity. It also talks about becoming aware of what we are eating, they call it mindfulness.

Have you ever:

  • Kept eating just because there was food left on the table?
  • Sat and ate a complete meal, knowing that you are full and kept “nibbling” on bread or the tortilla chips at a Mexican restaurant?
  • Ordered dessert just because you knew it would taste good, even though you were not hungry?
  • Had a bad day and grabbed the first bag of chips you could find and just plopped down in front of the TV because “you deserved it”?

I have, to all of those. I kept reading in Kris Gunnars’ very interesting e-book “Vicious Eating.” In Part 3 he talks about food addictions. He lists his 8 symptoms of food addiction as the following:

  1. Cravings despite being full
  2. Eat much more than you intended to
  3. Eat until feeling excessively “stuffed” (Binge)
  4. Feel guilty afterwards, but do it again soon
  5. Making up excuses in your head
  6. Repeated failures of setting rules
  7. Hiding your consumption from others
  8. Unable to quit despite physical problems

This list just floored me, not only does it describe most of my eating habits, but if you change food to another of my addictions, it nails it perfectly.

The reason I started this blog is because I need and want to do something about it now, right now. No more excuses. A blogging friend of mine has also started a new website called Glory Begin, a very spiritual look at starting over or starting now, or just starting period. With stress being a factor in obesity, Allison’s web site will come in handy.

One of the things that I want to get into more is meditation and she talks about it all the time on her blog. Today was her first day with her website so go check it out, it is pretty awesome, and no she is not paying me to say that! 🙂

I decided to go back to the gym today, went this morning by myself and walked a mile on the treadmill (it’s a start), then after my daughter got out of school we went back up there for a little while this afternoon. Being mindful is so important, that is why I am trying to learn as much as I can from these videos and books, it makes walking through the grocery store an entirely different experience. Actually started reading ingredients on some items while trying to stay out of old ladies pushing grocery carts, they can be dangerous!

More soon

Take Care
Mark