Friday, March 30, 2012

Who is Tiger Woods?

I remember a while back, after the whole Tiger Woods debacle, someone asking the Dali Lama what his thoughts were regarding the whole situation, and he very seriously asked "Who is Tiger Woods?" I remember laughing so hard, I almost pissed myself. Then it made me realize just how awesome it would be to be so unaware of anything or anyone so trivial. Our society has become so engrossed in other peoples lives, it's hard to really have a serious conversation, or at least a meaningful one sometimes. When people are more concerned with what Snooki is wearing, or what Real Housewife of whatever county is saying, than they are with the real issues that affect them, it scares the shit out of me. Especially when so many of them are young, aren't they supposed to be the future of this Country? Should I really trust that the person who is texting while driving, doing who knows what with bath salts or follows Snooki on twitter is really going to know how to take care of anyone but a chia pet? And even that's questionable..poor chia pet....The information age is both positive and negative, and I would be a hypocrite if I said I don't enjoy my Ipod, but I also like to think I am a lot more informed on the real issues that can, are or will be affecting me, and it frightens me to think that so many others are not. So, I have to wonder how those people that live their lives thru others, especially celebrities, are going to do when a real issue comes up in their life, because I really don't see Snooki personally visiting them to help them thru their difficult time, unless a paycheck is being presented. So, perhaps it's time for more of us to ask "Who is (insert celebrity name here)?.....

Thursday, March 29, 2012

New paths....

So, my last post was a bit of a downer, I will admit, but hey, life is full of roller coasters, right? Anyway, I have been hitting the gym pretty hard the past few days, really trying to get my head back on straight, and I had kind of an "aha" moment....Holy shit, I actually paid myself a fucking compliment!! Yes, I looked in the mirror while doing my shrugs, and was able to think to myself, wow, legs are looking good, and that waist of yours seems to begetting tinier by the day...You would think that this would not be a big deal, but when you are used to looking in the mirror for 0ver 30 years and cutting yourself to pieces, this is a pretty big fucking deal. It made me realize I have a choice, I can either continue the path I have been on for the past 30 years, the one that seems to do nothing positive for me, or I can hop on a new one, and I did just that, and I have to admit, this one seems a bit nicer so far. Of course, I am a realist, so I know there will be days that suck ass, but hey, all I can do is keep fighting the good fight, and instead of that fight being with myself, in the form of self loathing, I'm pushing it back, and telling it to "suck it"....Others may look at me, and not like what they see, but that's on them, I for one, am tired of thinking I should look like everyone else, should wear the smallest size known to man, or just worrying in general what others think, it's a new shift, but one that needs to be made, besides, if we all looked like Kim Kardashian, what fun would that be? Plus, we would need bigger car seats made....no thanks....

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Recognizing the problem....

It's amazing when you sit down to think about what is the root cause of your unhappiness, and even more eye opening when you slowly realize what it is. I have been fighting against some form of unhappiness for a long time, too long to be honest with you. There have been times in my life where I am genuinely happy, only to stop after a while and think I don't deserve to be, for some reason or another. I could never pin point it, until last night. I don't think I am pretty enough to deserve to be happy. How fucking sad is that? Who comes to that kind of realization? My husband disagrees with me, vehemently I might add, but I think after you have been battling this topic for over 30 years, it's hard to let go. Why do I think I am not pretty enough to be happy? Could it be the size 2 that has eluded me my whole life? Could it be the acne scars I have on my face? And why am I so worried about how others perceive me? I can lift over 500 lbs, I have set state records, I have been told by many I am beautiful, but yet somehow I can't seem to get it thru my thick head that those people may actually be telling me the truth. I think the first step was recognizing what my problem is, the next step is to squish it like a bug. As silly as they may seem, daily affirmations actually do work, and for the first time, while at the gym, I was able to look at myself in the mirror and see all the positives I have going on: smaller waist, defined hamstrings, nice quads and cute hair :).....hey, we have to start small, right?

Friday, March 16, 2012

Do women even matter anymore?

Ever get the feeling women are being lead back into the cave? Or at least the kitchen, barefoot, pregnant with no opinions or options? I am simply aghast at the recent stories I have been reading, Romney talking about "getting rid of Planned Parenthood", or Arizona in regards to birth control not being covered by insurance, unless used for a medical condition, and if an employer finds out a female employee IS using it for otherwise, they can be terminated. Or how about that lovely Senator that tell women to "just look away" when being required to undergo an ultrasound before seeking an abortion. When the hell did women start being treated like they were nothing? Am I not an equal person in Republican eyes? Because it sure as hell feels like I'm not. And why the hell are these people either getting elected, or continue to get elected based on their beliefs? It frightens me to think anyone, not just a man, would think to know what is better for me, or my body, than myself. Isn't it time women really start using their voices? Because if we don't soon, we might as well get ready for our housewife martini lunch existence, and I don't know about you, but I'm not a fan of cooking in skirts wearing an apron, or living my life through my children because my own prospects are non existent......and my opinions don't matter.....

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Supid ones, please get off Facebook....I beg of you!

People's fascination with posting everything and anything on Facebook amazes me. I personally don't have an account, mostly because I am pretty private, but also because I don't want to get sucked into being on that site for hours on end, out of boredom. What I don't understand is why so many people think that they live such interesting lives they need to broadcast everything. Do I honestly give a rats ass how potty training is going? No. Do I care that you can't seem to find your children in the neighborhood, so you need to run out in your pajamas to find them? No, although I do question what the fuck you are doing A: Having kids and B: Why are you not watching them? People don't seem to realize that what they post, or what pictures they put up are then out there for everyone to see, and remember you by, even potential employers. I find it comical when people get upset when they aren't offered a job due to the partying pictures the potential employer saw on your account. Or when they can't seem to post an intelligent word on their feed. How do I know all this? Well, I've known enough people that have gotten sucked into the vortex that is that sight, only to later shake their heads and wonder what the hell they were thinking posting something. In this day and age, I really think people need to take a step back and realize that they are not as important as they think they are, that there isn't a camera crew walking around waiting to offer you your own reality show, and you aren't going to get famous by posting naked pictures of yourself, well, maybe you will on that last one, but it might come back to haunt you if you are applying for a teaching position later on when your "career" takes a dive....Please, keep your stupidity to yourself, your lame pictures off the internet, and perhaps go look after your kids......