Tips I used to feel/look better - Enjoy

How To Build A Better Body

Plan To Getting Fit:

 

1.    Stop Drinking Beers PERIOD!!! An occasional Drink now and then is fine but No more constant 6 packs because they won’t lead to 6 PACKS.

2.    Snack good – Almonds, yogurt, Natural Peanut butter with celery (0 calories), try to abstain from hot pockets and sugary snacks.

3.    Drink more water and LESS Diet soda. Seltzer water is good and Lemon water.

4.    Build more protein and fiber into your diet – Chicken, Tofu, Fish, some beef, brown rice, brown pasta, fiber one bars  – BUT no Fried foods – Steamed, baked, grilled.

5.    Include more Fruit in your diet – Bananas, Berries, Apples, Lemons, This will provide a healthy snack alternative.

6.    Try to eat small portions throughout the day. Snack good and snack healthy.

7.    Try to Work out 4-5 times a week minimum as it helps to maintain what you have – Even if its 20 minutes a day.

8.    Once the fat is off you can diet on 2000 Calories. Dieting on less is to lose or shed the access pounds from your belly fat. This will help you go back up while bulking up (in Muscle).

9.    If ordering out try to order healthy options from menus. Chinese go with steamed food with brown rice, Salads from other places.

10.Never Give up on yourself – Know that it will help you in the long run.

The nothingness of negativity

What is done is done and yet you sit there with your face skewed in such a way that is draws me to think that you expected more but when I drew out more you decided to stay behind and look at me like I was something utterly unnecessary. As if my existence was a stain on the life you now live and glorify. Well with a swift and heavy heart all I can do is choose to exit. Exit out of this hardship and disrespect, of this constant looking down at me from a pedestal that I created. I choose to knock down that pedestal for it has instilled upon you something that I never wanted. I look with dry eyes at the person who I reached out to in the cold lonely nights and all I see is me being a fool. A fool who is tired of being spurned left and right, a fool who was simply there in your eyes to entertain and make to look stupid while you claim your victory over me. My, how this fool has now grown into his own king for I peek at my essence and realize that you were not that of which created it yet you now mock it. A king is what I feel I am and have become not because of you but yet instead through you. In explanation I simply have grown to understand this and life has grown brighter. The nights are not as cold and the life I lead now has become for me. These memories sometimes travel back, flashes of smiles, hugs, and happiness. I push them out my mind for they are no longer needed by me to move me. I don’t push them out to be cruel but to know that they are simply memories and the more I hold on the more I punish myself. The more anger can seep in letting me know that I have taken a wrong turn and that path is now closed to me forever. Why torment myself with this when I can keep going down my path now, hope for a new sunrise and smile. I say this to not only gain insight or convince myself but because it’s all I can do to stay down the positive road I have before me. My positive actions, my positive thoughts, my positive attitude, my positive life will not be tarnished before it gets a full chance to blossom into something glorious and worth life. I haven’t gone this far to become mere cannon fodder to the slings of doubt, hate, and ridicule. You demand I dance like a maniacal puppet master yet I have chosen to cut strings , each one bringing me closer to who I am and bringer me to a center of peace that I have needed to be within since I became a grown man. Life does not stop because of you, even though I used to think that my life was better with you. I would think that my time with you would stop time and make the gods jealous for I was with a goddess one of their own, even though you are a goddess I realize that my time has come and gone and time did not stop. It did not even slow down for me or for us, it sped up and left us to fend for ourselves; and now you have seemingly left me to fend for myself. I have to be left and push aside to grow and that I have done in spades. My anger used to become my hallmark yet now it’s not even a footnote in my life. Understand this is no love letter of independence but a stance on growth appreciation and truth. These are the factors that guide me into a path that I may at times steer in a wrongful direction slightly but never a complete 180 as it has made me feel better made my life feel more invigorating. It used to be provided by you in so many ways that my dry eyes become slightly watery but I can’t allow me to be a slave to those emotions, yet maybe in a faithful blessed day of life love honesty and respect you can become that to me and I that to you . A shining light in a row of dark ominous clouds , a drop of water to a parched desert , a kiss for a worn torn lover … who knows the future is not certain but I refuse it to be bleak. I refuse it for that negative connotation steers me wrongly and I don’t need that within me …not now…not ever again.

2 Very important things we need...

Have to words ever held more meaning to anyone other then trust and respect?
If we had to break it down I would clearly have to say no. You cant have one without the other and you need both to have a thriving relationship with various degrees of people throughout your life.

Through a seemingly 3 Second search I found this information on Trust and its meaning:

In a social context, trust has several connotations. Definitions of trust typically refer to a situation characterised by the following aspects: One party (trustor) is willing to rely on the actions of another party (trustee); the situation is directed to the future. In addition, the trustor (voluntarily or forcedly) abandons control over the actions performed by the trustee. As a consequence, the trustor is uncertain about the outcome of the other's actions; he can only develop and evaluate expectations. The uncertainty involves the risk of failure or harm to the trustor if the trustee will not behave as desired.
Trust can be attributed to relationships between people. It can be demonstrated that humans have a natural disposition to trust and to judge trustworthiness that can be traced to the neurobiological structure and activity of a human brain, and can be altered e.g. by the application of oxytocin.
Conceptually, trust is also attributable to relationships within and between social groups (families, friends, communities, organisations, companies, nations etc.). It is a popular approach to frame the dynamics of inter-group and intra-group interactions in terms of trust.

 So it can be seen that Trust is a rather risky business when you break it down. I have to trust someone and within that I place a small risk because I have no clear expectation as to what my trust int hat person will grow into. Its a Game of stocks and bonds except we gamble with more human things that are attached to us emotionally and mentally. We place our trust on the low end and we might not get a high reward but we are sure that it will turn out great small risk - small reward. But what about placing trust int he hands of something risky? The term is High Rick High Reward! If we are to place trust in this category then we can see that trust is a valued commodity. To trust another human being with your life is highest of risks while right behind that i think most can agree that Trusting someone with your heart is just as risky and can be damaging. Trust goes more then just with the heart , you sometimes need to trust your friends and co-workers to help you develop past certain events and things that might hinder you from a proper future. Being trustworthy is said to be a high honor and mark to achieve in life. Thus Being trusted means a bright light can be shone onto the individual and it also places a pressure on them to always be trustworthy regardless of what they feel on subjects, terms, and conditions that may arise. Trust also seems to focus on the events of the future. WE trust so that way our future is more secure and not random or left to chance. Risky as it may seem trust is a state of mind in which we feel that if we do this - this should occur. We have that ability (thought process) built into us naturally. Look at a Pack of wolves they trust each other it happens naturally and grows , even those who disrespect the pack can slowly gain back trust and it happens on its own terms.

Lets view something else now - Respect :

Respect is a positive feeling of esteem or deference for a person or other entity (such as a nation or a religion), and also specific actions and conduct representative of that esteem. Respect can be a specific feeling of regard for the actual qualities of the one respected (e.g., "I have great respect for her judgment"). It can also be conduct in accord with a specific ethic of respect. Rude conduct is usually considered to indicate a lack of respect, disrespect, where as actions that honor somebody or something indicate respect. Specific ethics of respect are of fundamental importance to various cultures.
Respect is both given and received. We expect other people to respect us in return for the respect we show them. Respect is also something that is earned by the standards of the particular society in which one lives. Respect cannot be measured as a quantity, cannot be bought or traded, it is one of those things that is earned and built over time, but that can be lost with one stupid or inconsiderate act. One can ask or beg for respect, but only others can bestow us with respect as a result of their perceived treatment by us. Continued caring interactions are then required to maintain or increase that original earned respect. Respect cannot always be seen or observed by actions, but for those who practice chivalry, the outward display of respect is refreshing. Some women view this as patronizing and demeaning, but in its pure form chivalry is about nearly absolute respect.
Respect should not be confused with tolerance, since tolerance doesn't necessarily imply subordination to one's qualities but means treating as equal.

For respect it is something that can be given and Received at the same time between two people. It is seen from co-worker to co-worker , father and son, husband and wife, and boss to employee. Respect is something though that is shown differently throughout many cultures and many confuse it with fear. Again here comes just like trust respect is something that is an interaction between people that occurs through natural occurrences. If I choose to hold the door for someone it shows some form of respect toward them thus in kind that person may do the same to me. Respect seems to become then a treatment of how we perceive people. If we see them as mere dogs on the street then we would ignore them like the beggars on the street. Also it may seem physical appearance plays a crucial role in most societies. It would be seen to be disrespectful if we came dressed to work in shorts and a t-shirt (unless that is the norm) in an office setting. There are so many factors that control Respect it can be mind boggling. Status, appearance, value, chivalry , creed, love, family, ....the list goes on and on and the complexity of it is only overshadowed by the simplicity of how fast it can all disappear with one act of a terrible choice. Respect is hard to earn but once there it becomes a slippery slope in which we can tether off at any moment. It becomes our greatest challenge , treasure and poison all at one time.

As scary as this all may seem what can be seen is that these things are both perceived in different ways ... They aren't shown in the same light here as they would be in Japan or Africa. They change and become something much more then that they become what we need them to become. From person to person the definition I place here or thought s on it may be totally wrong. They may see respect as being feared, being treated like a god but those two things are not within my mind set I assure you. I hope by seeing this we can all see that through our life we need these two things and these interactions between others to shape our lives. We go around demanding other things but these two things Trust and Respect...they seem to scream the loudest when it comes to what helps us feel at ease and on another level. WE feel comforted and more of a welcomed aura among others. So let us Respect and Trust , Learn it or Re-learn it because without it how can we define our own well beings?

Swag , Style or Class...

As of recent I have felt like I want to talk about this on another level because it strikes me that some women want to act like they want one or the other or that we as a generation are supposed to dress/act in a certain way regardless of whats going down in our lives.

Swag well IDK what to say about SwAg - Being Swaggy - Having major Swag ....to me its a stupid term thrown around by people who care so much about what people will say on what they wear that they will break bank just to impress a bunch of people who are just as shallow as they are...I mean little kids and using the word swag I guess that's okay , But when your pushing 30 and you trying to claim swag left and right and you cant afford to get on the train the next day ...well then how does that make you really look. Being from NYC Brooklyn I see this way too often. 300 dollar sneakers , 500 outfit ...cant buy a drink , get on the subway or hell pay your phone bill. Its bonkers to think that some people need this classification to be cool/hip in this society and I really wanna know when this even first started because being in college I learned how to stop dressing like whatever and start dressing like I had a future and proper. After college it seemed like Sagging your jeans, wearing obnoxious colors and talking like a disrespectful shit is what gets you by.

Style - This I can comprehend only for the simple fact you do not know who you will run into in this life . I recently met Hugh Jackman a Crazy Handsome man and I gave him a nice hello and he complimented my outfit - I was dressed stylish just like himself - It had some colors to it but I bet if I dressed in some tacky Jeans , shades and some outlandish shirt he would have looked the other way ... When the Fuckin Wolverine Compliments you its a good day. Also when you see a man in a suit , shirt tie, slacks , any combination of this clothing they garner respect from others. I cant honestly respect a man walking around talking nonsense thinking he is the shit with barely a life to his name cause his life revolves around what others perceive of him . Style is taking care of yourself and making yourself look good cause you respect yourself enough to dress the part. Immaculate , clean , and confident. These are the terms of style

Class - I think anyone can have class - Older men don't necessarily all have class. Some are pervs lol . But when you examine it older men are wiser and understand the choices they make with great knowledge. They exude class because they know what works and what doesn't work but most times you can just look at them and tell. My grandfather has class , he knows what works and how to speak like a man of wisdom . To me honestly Class = Wisdom . The older men know what to expect and respond in kind with a touch of class that never seems to sound of fear but of determination. Class can be shown from young and old alike but Class does pour out of experience and knowledge.

The way I see it - Swag is for those who don't see long term. I'm going to buy these sneakers , that outfit and then barely care or utilize them again. Those sneakers (unless you keep them in safe storage) aren't going to pave the way to your future, But a nice shirt tie or suit can impress just about anyone if worn smartly and with style. Can there be a mixture of the 2 ....probably but I have yet to see something like that occur. Its off putting that this generation claims things like - As Long As I got Swag who needs ___________(Put anything that makes logical sense to have here Job, Money, Kids, etc.) I have never heard anyone say I got style Who needs to pay bills ... NEVER ... Or Class for that matter.

It seems that Class and style fit my needs, Swag can be other things but I'm sorry I got bills to pay and a kid to raise... I need that money to look clean , be respected , and make sure I can enjoy life and retire happy

Till next write

Stay Stylish/ Classy

Listening to Place for my head by linkin Park - The reanimation version and ....well....

Linkin Park - Place for my Head Reanimation

This song used to make me upset
It used to fill me with a huge rage that built up in me
As the lyrics faded and it reached a eruption point I would scream the lyrics
I would scream them till my voice became so Loud I could shatter glass
I Sang/Screamed the end part till My voice went sore
I Screamed them till I became numb my body shaking as I did so
I would feel my tears roll down my face as I did so
Sometimes I would fall to the ground expressing such anger
I would feel so angry I could not control my pitch, fists , face , nothing
I would grow red hot with anger

Then when It was over I would feel drained all the anger that was building up
It now had left my body and no longer was a part of me
It escaped me I had transformed that anger into words not directed to anyone
But was that true?
I yelled these words and Screamed them till i turned into Rage itself and other would be around
They would feel my anger they would feel my rage
They would be scared and think Is it for me
Is this tortured anger meant for me is it so hateful toward me?
When I screamed My aim was sometimes to people to things in my life
To express them outright to have them be felt
To let people know the extent of my anger
To the point even the Hulk himself would come to say "Its okay man"
Did I just need a hug, a kiss, a smile
Perhaps I needed a fight to win
I needed something because that anger was destroying me from the inside
It consumed me it eradicated love in an instant
Shattered remains of happiness were what I had to pick up after this attack
But Then I realized why do i keep picking these pieces up ?
Why Do I Keep fighting to hold on to this or any kind of happiness?

After Some time I haven't listened to the song
I didn't want to bring back that much anger to myself to others
To have people fear me , fear what I might do or say
But I played it as loud as I could the other day
I played it and listened and as I got to that crucial end part
As I got there as it slowly came in with a piano tune
My rage started building , I pictured myself alone but there was someone there
As the music went on and the lyrics came In I moved toward that figure
I moved toward that person and as my anger grew , tears formed
The tears rolled down my cheeks as I approached this person
What was i angry about at who , who tormented me so much that simple words enraged me

*You try to take the best of me
You try to take the best of me, go away
You try to take the best of me
You try to take the best of me, go away
You try to take the best of me
You try to take the best *

As these lyrics poured over me I saw that person
I saw the monster that was tormenting me
I saw the beast for what it truly was
As I approached it my tears flowed like a river my anger reached a tipping point
It was me...

*Go, go away
You try to take the best of me, go away
You try to take the best of me, go away
You try to take the best of me, go away
You try to take the best of me, go away
You try to take the best of me, go away
You try to take the best of me, go away
You try to take the best of me, go away *
At this stage I grab him , I grab that monster that i was angry at
I throw my hands at him I punch him till my hands hurt
I force him tot he ground with every ounce of strength I have
I grab the beer bottle from his hands
I smash it into his face over and over and over again
I smash his skull to the floor I release my utter rage unto him
This beast who cost me everything this monster who was not me
It was someone I didn't want to become
All around me darkness, blood and him still mocking me smiling laughing
Cause he took over me as if he had won but I refused to let him win
More of him popped up around me I fought on
I fought till my knuckles bled , I fought till my lungs ran out of air
I kept fighting but they seem to keep winning
Laughing mocking me with memories of how hurtful and abusive I was
How I would drink My life away
How I had this rage and instead of focusing it I let it out on others left and right
I stood there I grasped my Head ....

*You try to take the best of me (get away from me), go away
You try to take the best of me, go away
You try to take the best of me, go away *


As All hope seems lost as I sit on the knees ready to concede
I Scream the last Lyric of the song

*Get away from ME! *

The images of that past me shatter into millions of shards of glass
I collapse as the shards fall ever so slowly around me
I hold myself ....empty ...alone ....with tears on my face
I hold myself and smile ....knowing that I know the demon was  no one else but me
And That I can control him , I can overcome , I can win
That no matter how mad I get , he will never come over me again
That no matter what occurs It will be better for he is not here
I wont allow him to be here , This is my home not his
For he was a destroyer of worlds and I have become that to create
The pieces I picked up weren't of my happiness
They were of that other side of me
I picked them up so that no one can step on them and feel them hurt anymore
I picked them up cause it doesn't hurt me to be cut by them
But I would not and do not and never again want someone else to feel this
This hate , this anger , this rage ...they don't and never deserve it
I pick them up to save others from it , so they may not spill their blood for it
I spill my blood for it , I protect others from that in which used to envelope me
They need not feel that anymore , they need not fear that anymore
I toss the pieces to be destroyed ...