I just came back from the gym, and let me tell ya, things that I forgot hurt are on fire! LOL...A few years ago, I was a gym rat. I would be in there for an hour and a half easy and not notice it. Now that I'm on a quest to regain what I have lost physically, I realized how much work I used to put in.
Today, I'm around 208 to 204 lbs (the latter on a good day), but I'm trying to get down to around 181 to 187 lbs. When I first returned to my mission I was 224 lbs, so where I'm at now is an accomplishment but I want more. I want to get back to looking good naked. I want to feel alive again!
When you exercise, there's all kinds of chemicals in the brain, I won't get all specific, that are given off after you work out. When I finish, I'm chilling like a villain on a natural high. I feel like I just got done f*cking. I feel like a new man, especially when my body gets adjusted to my current workout regiment which will allow me to go even harder.
For now I feel winded, low on the gas tank, and feeling my few years ago self via mirror telling me "dude, you've gotten softer than pie crust", but still I push on. I know I will achieve my goal because I'll be damned if I'm gonna stop. And even when I achieve my goal, I will switch up my work out and go even harder because perfection is ever constant.
Working and eating right, when done properly can help you feel brand new. You feel like you can take on the world and can't nobody stop you! You feel like the baddest mofo on the planet, and who ever tells you otherwise is a got damn blasted liar. So for your health and swagger, work out and eat right for only good things can come from it. Just don't over do it because too much of anything can be bad, even exercise.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
A Good Life
Many people define the Good Life as something money can buy. I want nice things like an awesome credit score and a great family to share my life with, but all of that comes with time. A lot of people want to get large amounts of money in the shortest amount of time possible. What they fail to realize is that the average age of a millionaire today is the mid 50's.
If you take away all the pro atheletes, entertainers, trust fund/old money handed down receivers and lottery winners, then who do you have? Men and women that busted their a** to get where they want to be. They lived within their means, stay focused on goals and was constant in their chase for success in their field of expertise. Money doesn't grow on trees but you must plant the seeds of a good life, and constantly water and feed this plant until the proverbial money tree is now your shade, especially on rainy days.
Always stay focused. The get rich or die trying mentality should be kept limited, for when you decide that getting money is all that matters, then you will do anything for a dollar, and that is no way for anyone to be living. Just picture a grown a** man dressed in women's clothes and punching babies with a smile saying "get money ya'll, get money!". You would be disturbed by that image wouldn't you? Well don't let money take over your best judgement. Work hard, use your brain and all things will come together.
If you take away all the pro atheletes, entertainers, trust fund/old money handed down receivers and lottery winners, then who do you have? Men and women that busted their a** to get where they want to be. They lived within their means, stay focused on goals and was constant in their chase for success in their field of expertise. Money doesn't grow on trees but you must plant the seeds of a good life, and constantly water and feed this plant until the proverbial money tree is now your shade, especially on rainy days.
Always stay focused. The get rich or die trying mentality should be kept limited, for when you decide that getting money is all that matters, then you will do anything for a dollar, and that is no way for anyone to be living. Just picture a grown a** man dressed in women's clothes and punching babies with a smile saying "get money ya'll, get money!". You would be disturbed by that image wouldn't you? Well don't let money take over your best judgement. Work hard, use your brain and all things will come together.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
A Good Life
Money ain't sh*t unless you have your health and the love of those close to you to share it with. Money can come in the greatest of abundance, but if you're a bedridden loner, then you've created a prison for yourself. You can go travel the world with the money, but can never leave the hotel. You can buy all kinds of materialistic stuff and not be able to show it off because of the fear of catching a sickness or being injured, with no one to be around because they care.
Think about it! My grandmother and mother has told me stories of how some people who were old and needed a home health aide would be angry and break things because the one they built that fortune with wasn't there anymore. Breaking expensive vases, and throwing remote controls at big screen televisions all because they are miserable and can't take it with them. They may pass those dollars over to their children and grand children, but in the end they become grumpy old farts with nothing else better to do than go crazy.
Many of us who are broke want a better life. But at what cost are you willing to sacrifice to get it? Get your money, but don't kill yourself chasing something that isn't really worth anything. Think about it...What if we were in a post apocalyptic world on some Mad Max sh*t? I bet you that money wouldn't mean a damn thing, especially over a good hunting knife and a source of clean water.
Don't treat money as if its the only thing you need, for trust me, it'll make you happy for a minute. But when the clock is counting down, and you're all alone, love will always be the greatest thing to comfort you.
Tell me if I'm lying?
Think about it! My grandmother and mother has told me stories of how some people who were old and needed a home health aide would be angry and break things because the one they built that fortune with wasn't there anymore. Breaking expensive vases, and throwing remote controls at big screen televisions all because they are miserable and can't take it with them. They may pass those dollars over to their children and grand children, but in the end they become grumpy old farts with nothing else better to do than go crazy.
Many of us who are broke want a better life. But at what cost are you willing to sacrifice to get it? Get your money, but don't kill yourself chasing something that isn't really worth anything. Think about it...What if we were in a post apocalyptic world on some Mad Max sh*t? I bet you that money wouldn't mean a damn thing, especially over a good hunting knife and a source of clean water.
Don't treat money as if its the only thing you need, for trust me, it'll make you happy for a minute. But when the clock is counting down, and you're all alone, love will always be the greatest thing to comfort you.
Tell me if I'm lying?
Saturday, October 16, 2010
That's Miss Diva to YOU!
To be blunt: I don't like Divas!
Women of today and those coming up within the ranks of womenhood have been brainwashed into thinking that being strong is being without compromise. I know that the mothers of these women either picked unworthy men or was in love with someone who wasn't mature enough to handle being in a family who decided to abandon the home. The latter you can show support to, but the first group not so much.
Ever since these little girls could first talk, the majority of them have always been told that "men aren't sh*t" or "can't lead" or "aren't on point". Many of them truly see us as little boys, even those of us who are on the verge or do have their sh*t together. And whats sad is that you have R&B songs, Pop songs, and Hip-Hop records that constantly scream "get a baller girl!" or "don't trust no man" or something to that accord, which only makes things even worse because now you have a catchy tune that drills these messages into their minds with Beyonce as the ring leader. And whats worse, if they do meet someone who is a get right man, then he's too weak or acts too nerdy or is too demanding *Sigh*.
To the women who know not to travel this lonely path, I thank you for being you. I thank you for knowing to love yourself before going out to love someone else. I thank you for understanding that the union of two people to form one entity comes with understanding, love, patients and most of all the ability to communicate with one another. Thank you for realizing that love and sex are two different things. Thank you for understanding that a marriage isn't a way to make a quick buck. Thank you for being friends to those of us that need an extra boost of encouragement. Thank you for knowing that it isn't all about you, and checking or leaving the men who think it is all about them. Thank you for knowing, even if a man isn't rich, but is a great and hard working person that he must have final say in what decisions are best for the family. Thank you for doing more listening than talking, and thank you for knowing what a man expects from a woman and not from a slave driving, trash talking b*tch on wheels that wouldn't know how to keep a man if they were given the instruction manual to do so.
Men and women must find even ground so we can walk together in prosperity, and not in disparity. Men need to stop acting like b*tches and handle your business, while women must stop being so "manish" or sinful, or else we will have more future generations of people sleeping around thinking that its just the way to be. The terms "baby daddy" & "baby mama" may one day replace "husband" & "wife" if we aren't careful. Then what will the kids coming after you will think? Exactly my point!
Down with punk a** men, and to the diva for they only care about themselves until they get too old, too fat or too busted to be marriage material.
Are you a diva? If so, STOP!
Women of today and those coming up within the ranks of womenhood have been brainwashed into thinking that being strong is being without compromise. I know that the mothers of these women either picked unworthy men or was in love with someone who wasn't mature enough to handle being in a family who decided to abandon the home. The latter you can show support to, but the first group not so much.
Ever since these little girls could first talk, the majority of them have always been told that "men aren't sh*t" or "can't lead" or "aren't on point". Many of them truly see us as little boys, even those of us who are on the verge or do have their sh*t together. And whats sad is that you have R&B songs, Pop songs, and Hip-Hop records that constantly scream "get a baller girl!" or "don't trust no man" or something to that accord, which only makes things even worse because now you have a catchy tune that drills these messages into their minds with Beyonce as the ring leader. And whats worse, if they do meet someone who is a get right man, then he's too weak or acts too nerdy or is too demanding *Sigh*.
To the women who know not to travel this lonely path, I thank you for being you. I thank you for knowing to love yourself before going out to love someone else. I thank you for understanding that the union of two people to form one entity comes with understanding, love, patients and most of all the ability to communicate with one another. Thank you for realizing that love and sex are two different things. Thank you for understanding that a marriage isn't a way to make a quick buck. Thank you for being friends to those of us that need an extra boost of encouragement. Thank you for knowing that it isn't all about you, and checking or leaving the men who think it is all about them. Thank you for knowing, even if a man isn't rich, but is a great and hard working person that he must have final say in what decisions are best for the family. Thank you for doing more listening than talking, and thank you for knowing what a man expects from a woman and not from a slave driving, trash talking b*tch on wheels that wouldn't know how to keep a man if they were given the instruction manual to do so.
Men and women must find even ground so we can walk together in prosperity, and not in disparity. Men need to stop acting like b*tches and handle your business, while women must stop being so "manish" or sinful, or else we will have more future generations of people sleeping around thinking that its just the way to be. The terms "baby daddy" & "baby mama" may one day replace "husband" & "wife" if we aren't careful. Then what will the kids coming after you will think? Exactly my point!
Down with punk a** men, and to the diva for they only care about themselves until they get too old, too fat or too busted to be marriage material.
Are you a diva? If so, STOP!
Thursday, October 14, 2010
The album that made me fall in love with Hip-Hop
The first album that made me fall in love with hip-hop was Snoop Dogg's (back when he was Snoop Doggy Dogg) Doggystyle album. I wasn't a big fan of hip-hop prior to that album. I was heavy into reggae music because that's what I was raised on due to my Jamaican heritage. I used to walk to my cousin's house to watch hip-hop music videos because we didn't have cable. And down here in Miami they played alot of bass booty music so I used to dance to hip-hop and dance hip-hop music, but I wasn't hooked on it until my brother came home with some certified dope in the form of music.
I remember it was during a summer, and I was still too young to be out past the cutting on of the street light. My brother got a copy of Doggystyle made on cassette tape from a friend who's older brother had the album on CD. My brother played the album for about two weeks, and just put it down. He always used to just listen to the singles until he got tired of the album and not pay any attention to what else was on an album. He's long since broken away from that, but when I picked it up and popped it in, it was a rap. I, Sain't N.I.C became a hip-hop junkie!
I was caught up in the flow and the way Snoop did his thing on each of the records. The production was something I never heard anywhere else at the time. I couldn't get enough of that album. I bumbed that album until the tape popped. I patched that bitch up again and played it until it popped for the second and final time.
Since then, I've listened to everybody, and I mean everybody. I even went back and started listening to music before the "golden age" of hip-hop. I wanted to know who was bitting whose style. And I wanted to catch on to where styles became more sharper, and lyricsm became more complex. I wanted to see what images were being used, and also (now more recently) what business models have been used to launch the stars of then and even now.
Hip-Hop has changed a lot. Its a lot more image and attitude/swagger, than actual talent and ability. Hip-Hop is worldwide, but the audience and the corporations are asking and supplying sh*t that just doesn't have the same feeling as it did before. There's a handful of songs of the last five years that I got on my iPod, and those songs I only listen to when I need to get crunk for a workout at the gym or if I'm at the club. Rappers now-a-days may have their business game right, but on some real sh*t, its not helping to make Hip-Hop/Rap interesting or even actual. Get your money but at what expense?
Any way...What album made you fall in love with Hip-Hop?
I remember it was during a summer, and I was still too young to be out past the cutting on of the street light. My brother got a copy of Doggystyle made on cassette tape from a friend who's older brother had the album on CD. My brother played the album for about two weeks, and just put it down. He always used to just listen to the singles until he got tired of the album and not pay any attention to what else was on an album. He's long since broken away from that, but when I picked it up and popped it in, it was a rap. I, Sain't N.I.C became a hip-hop junkie!
I was caught up in the flow and the way Snoop did his thing on each of the records. The production was something I never heard anywhere else at the time. I couldn't get enough of that album. I bumbed that album until the tape popped. I patched that bitch up again and played it until it popped for the second and final time.
Since then, I've listened to everybody, and I mean everybody. I even went back and started listening to music before the "golden age" of hip-hop. I wanted to know who was bitting whose style. And I wanted to catch on to where styles became more sharper, and lyricsm became more complex. I wanted to see what images were being used, and also (now more recently) what business models have been used to launch the stars of then and even now.
Hip-Hop has changed a lot. Its a lot more image and attitude/swagger, than actual talent and ability. Hip-Hop is worldwide, but the audience and the corporations are asking and supplying sh*t that just doesn't have the same feeling as it did before. There's a handful of songs of the last five years that I got on my iPod, and those songs I only listen to when I need to get crunk for a workout at the gym or if I'm at the club. Rappers now-a-days may have their business game right, but on some real sh*t, its not helping to make Hip-Hop/Rap interesting or even actual. Get your money but at what expense?
Any way...What album made you fall in love with Hip-Hop?
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