(This post is philosophical and has nothing to do with my pcp development)
Question everything, especially me. Being american I hear about the obesity problem more then I would like. Sure it's a problem and it definitely is a environmental condition, but there are other things. My sister went into the hospital for anorexia in high school and it was definitely scary. People are so focused on the exterior that they are willing to starve themselves to "look good". The thing that is so great about this project is that it is a healthy process to creating a "good body". Eat, enjoy, live life to the fullest. Why are the social comments I've recently received based on, "Looking good stu, you've been working out?" instead of, "Looking good stu, you've been eating a healthy diet?" I know that sounds stupid, but I think about it from time to time that we've been ingrained with propaganda telling us life is more about a killer body and money than a healthy and happy life. In the last two weeks I've been tired of telling people that have noticed my fitness level of what I'm doing and having them respond, "I should do something like that." Replace the word should with will and there you go. That's what everyone on this project has done and the progress is well deserved.
After I wrote that last sentence I snapped out of it and got back to reality. I'm done with my rant now. . .
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Peanut Butter
I had this weird craving for peanut butter last night. I didn't run out and get some but I thought that the craving was really weird. I never even had peanut butter around my house before the project. Sometimes I would get almond butter for an almond butter sauce (with the coconut milk the almond butter seems to make it seem richer), and then sometimes I would get cashews because I'm a sucker for cashews. But peanut butter was never a big staple in my kitchen. I could only assume that it's some childhood memory or something. PB & J was a staple growing up. PB, Banana, and honey was my favorite. And the mega tasty PB and bacon which was a random treat. But honestly thinking about that sandwich makes me want to throw up right now. I don't crave it today, which is really weird to me that I was craving it last night and then didn't have any and now I don't crave it at all. I was satisfied with my normal breakfast and am looking forward to lunch. Cravings are weird.
I can't believe we are so close to the end. Time just kinda slipped by. The workouts are harder so it's not like I can just coast through the next couple weeks, but knowing the end is near makes it easier to just do the workouts and eat the right way. I guess it's just the feeling it would be pointless to give up now, it would a waste of the time we already put in.
I want to pull off some badass jumprope trick. I'm getting really loose and comfortable jumping around but in terms of the tricks I haven't pull off anything. I try and fail. I guess I just have got to try try again.
I was walking down the street the other day and got really angry at my belt. My pants were about to drop to the ground, and I was on the move so I got a little frustrated. But then I was like, "this is what it's all about right? Feel proud instead of angry, and buy a new belt." Simple enough.
I can't believe we are so close to the end. Time just kinda slipped by. The workouts are harder so it's not like I can just coast through the next couple weeks, but knowing the end is near makes it easier to just do the workouts and eat the right way. I guess it's just the feeling it would be pointless to give up now, it would a waste of the time we already put in.
I want to pull off some badass jumprope trick. I'm getting really loose and comfortable jumping around but in terms of the tricks I haven't pull off anything. I try and fail. I guess I just have got to try try again.
I was walking down the street the other day and got really angry at my belt. My pants were about to drop to the ground, and I was on the move so I got a little frustrated. But then I was like, "this is what it's all about right? Feel proud instead of angry, and buy a new belt." Simple enough.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Mantra
I was listening to one of the reggae mixes I made and this chorus got stuck in my head all day and I couldn't stop singing it. It goes, "me say forward ever ana backwards never." You know, forward never backwards without the patois. And then I thought about it later and it's a perfect mantra for PCP, at least for me anyways. Each week the workouts get harder but not to the point where you can't do them, and then use the will power to get those extra reps in till failure. So that's what I'm going to think before every workout.
Yep, that's it.
Yep, that's it.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Goals
So when I went to dinner with my parents the other night they reminded me of something by saying, "How are your hands?" I completely forgot about my hands and why I even joined this project to begin with. You see earlier this year I had to go to physical rehab for my hands. I could do any physical activity you could imagine and was in decent condition but my hands would go numb during work and playing guitar. After a lot of tests and all that crap they found that it wasn't my hands but an upper rib bone sticking into my shoulder muscle which in turn caused my hands to go numb (probably from repeated bike accidents). As I've said before I can handle pain (and evidently don't even notice it), but that numbness was really kinda scary. So I went to physical rehab and fixed the problem. . . sort of. They went about it in a way that seemed like it was for a sixty year old person. I actually "graduated" extremely early so they say, and on my last day my therapist yelled to everyone, "look at this guy, he got better because he put in the work". All the other people would just show up and complain and had lesser problems than I (or so they say). They just seemed to not want to get better, as if they were comfortable with their condition because it gave them an excuse to complain. Anyways I got out of there and I was doing better to the point where I could perform a show but the problems would come back if I played longer. The exercises that they gave me were the most minimal ones you could imagine and I thought it was a half-ass approach to solving the problem. I'm still young and have a lot of years ahead of me so I was not content with the situation with my hands.
So on to my goals of joining this project. I saw pcp and liked the idea of exercise and a healthy diet and thought to myself, "If I can get my body into peak condition and my hands don't work then I don't know what I could do." Well. . . my hands haven't gone numb for awhile now. I would probably say about a month or so. SUCCESS!!! I had a feeling that all I had to do from the get go was get in shape. I'll admit that the physical rehab did start it off with solving the whole rib/shoulder thing but it didn't finish the job. So I guess you can say that my PCP goals are complete. What? Fuck that, my goals at this point are to finish strong. I think once the hand problems faded away I had new goals, and I've been living them out.
I just had to sit back in my chair because I'm kind of in shock right now. I'll sum up the other things because I can't really think about them right now, I'm just in shock of how this "test" of joining PCP actually worked. I'm amazed.
Dinner: My dad told them that if they brought out extra stuff that he'd kill them. My dad's no one special he's just the most social person ever and is kind of an anomaly. I got halibut and cous cous, and it tasted extremely decadent (I like the light food that we're eating). Good talk, good times.
Primus: Ummmm. . . . awesome. fuckin' awesome. The younger generation don't seem to know how to mosh, so my friends and a bunch of other cats my age started one and it was all love. Chicago mosh pits aren't about hurting people it about making a circle of raw energy. We all gave each other high fives afterwards.
Workouts: failure to the extreme. I'm really going to try my hardest to finish this project as well as I can.
Are egg whites literally flavorless? I don't mind, at least they don't taste bad.
Had a mango yesterday and god damn was it awesome.
So on to my goals of joining this project. I saw pcp and liked the idea of exercise and a healthy diet and thought to myself, "If I can get my body into peak condition and my hands don't work then I don't know what I could do." Well. . . my hands haven't gone numb for awhile now. I would probably say about a month or so. SUCCESS!!! I had a feeling that all I had to do from the get go was get in shape. I'll admit that the physical rehab did start it off with solving the whole rib/shoulder thing but it didn't finish the job. So I guess you can say that my PCP goals are complete. What? Fuck that, my goals at this point are to finish strong. I think once the hand problems faded away I had new goals, and I've been living them out.
I just had to sit back in my chair because I'm kind of in shock right now. I'll sum up the other things because I can't really think about them right now, I'm just in shock of how this "test" of joining PCP actually worked. I'm amazed.
Dinner: My dad told them that if they brought out extra stuff that he'd kill them. My dad's no one special he's just the most social person ever and is kind of an anomaly. I got halibut and cous cous, and it tasted extremely decadent (I like the light food that we're eating). Good talk, good times.
Primus: Ummmm. . . . awesome. fuckin' awesome. The younger generation don't seem to know how to mosh, so my friends and a bunch of other cats my age started one and it was all love. Chicago mosh pits aren't about hurting people it about making a circle of raw energy. We all gave each other high fives afterwards.
Workouts: failure to the extreme. I'm really going to try my hardest to finish this project as well as I can.
Are egg whites literally flavorless? I don't mind, at least they don't taste bad.
Had a mango yesterday and god damn was it awesome.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Last stretch thoughts, and some pics
I'm already happy knowing I don't have anything crazy coming up (except for paint ball war next saturday, but that's pure fun). I can know relax and get the sleep my body deserves and conquer this next 30 days (or 29 or whateves). I've lost more weight than I would have liked. I'm at like 158 (starting at 177). I'd really like to be at 165 or even 170. That means really pushing through the exercises and failing as hard as I can. If I can muster those couple more reps at the end and then jump into the next exercise as quick as I can I'm sure I'll get the results. Diets has gotten to the point where it's actually just convenient to stick with the diet and not even think about anything else. Almost like I barely think about the food thing at all.
Actually now that I think about it I actually have to cheat tomorrow. It's my birthday tomorrow and I'm going out with my parents for dinner. Nice place, and the cheating will only be with whatever salt they put in it and not weighing. Which shouldn't be too bad, since I'm just going to get fish and veggies, and try to avoid the carbs. But here's the thing: my dad is an interesting character. He knows everyone, and I mean everyone. Where ever we go, everyone already know who he is and immediately starts joking around with him. The hosts, waiters, bar tenders, valet parking if it's there, prep cook, dishwasher, the owners, everyone. The chef always sends out these extra plates of food that my dad never even looks at. All he wants to do is drag the chef out of the back and talk his ear off, which he does. I always go for the extra dishes, so this time I have to not think about them. My minds in the right place so I think I can manage. I'm celebrating with my friends at a primus show on saturday, but I'm going to cheat there, just rock. My friends I'm going with know the project I'm on (they might not understand it yet, but they know I'm on it).
Here's some pics from the show last sunday. There were a ton of them so it was hard to pick some good ones:
Actually now that I think about it I actually have to cheat tomorrow. It's my birthday tomorrow and I'm going out with my parents for dinner. Nice place, and the cheating will only be with whatever salt they put in it and not weighing. Which shouldn't be too bad, since I'm just going to get fish and veggies, and try to avoid the carbs. But here's the thing: my dad is an interesting character. He knows everyone, and I mean everyone. Where ever we go, everyone already know who he is and immediately starts joking around with him. The hosts, waiters, bar tenders, valet parking if it's there, prep cook, dishwasher, the owners, everyone. The chef always sends out these extra plates of food that my dad never even looks at. All he wants to do is drag the chef out of the back and talk his ear off, which he does. I always go for the extra dishes, so this time I have to not think about them. My minds in the right place so I think I can manage. I'm celebrating with my friends at a primus show on saturday, but I'm going to cheat there, just rock. My friends I'm going with know the project I'm on (they might not understand it yet, but they know I'm on it).
Here's some pics from the show last sunday. There were a ton of them so it was hard to pick some good ones:
Monday, September 27, 2010
Photo
I forgot to take my photos. So I'm going to have to take them some time today, which is great because I look and feel like crap today. Last night was great and I'm proud of my band, but I'm relieved that it's our last gig until this is over. I need to sleep more regularly. That's really the area that I have not been doing well in. Some nights I get a lot and then others I don't get any. I would love to be consistent with sleep. Sleep. . . I would love to go to sleep right now. Right now I have to get a new phone because I lost mine on saturday (my normal day this weekend). Really? God damn it! I hate cell phones and how we rely on them. Now I've got to be that guy that has to be like, "hey friends, can I get your phone numbers please. pretty please with sugar on top". Great.
I really did have a great time last night so I'm glad it all went down. My professional photog friend took pics last night so I'll post them when I get them. But here I'm going to go into a personal aspect of my life that I would probably not post about but we're supposed to blog it out. . . girls. I haven't really thought too much about having a new girl friend since I've been on this project. I really just can't imagine being a decent new boyfriend type character while doing this. I can barely take care of washing my dishes and I'm supposed to treat a girl all nice like, ummm. . . I don't think so. But. . . last night I meet a girl and we instantly got along. She's a rocker girl and is intelligent, has a sense of humor, clever, likes the same things as I do etc. Which is great right? And then to her looks, she was absolutely beautiful. Which is awesome right? It is but this is what made every single god damn drunk friend of mine say something offensive while I was talking to her (every single time I was talking to her throughout the night). I mean I swear to fucking god I can't believe how immature my friends were. And you'd think it was just the dudes, but it was the girls too. It makes me want to never drink again because I don't want to be that asshole making a friend look bad. But from what I can remember I never did anything like that. Yeah I get it she's "hot" but look I don't usually just go after "hot" girls because they usually have an attitude and I don't need that. I was talking to her because we got along, and if she can see me perform and be more into me then hey I hit the jackpot. I've got to say that she was a trouper through my friend's offensive actions which makes me think she's a great person. The extra spectacular stupendous awesomeness was that I didn't have my phone so I had to set up a "let's meet up again next week" thing. I'm hoping that she shows up. It's not everyday that you meet someone you cliche with so well on the first encounter.
I am so god damn pissed at my friends right now it's unbelievable. I'm glad kinda because I have a lot of energy because of it and am going to use it towards the workouts. If I have one positive thing to say right now it's that I get through my exercises on being pumped. I make sure to gather a bunch of energy before the workout and afterwards I feel really balanced on the final rest. Ahhhhhhh, that final rest, how good you are to me. I actually feel better now that I "blogged it out". Wow, sorry guys.
I really did have a great time last night so I'm glad it all went down. My professional photog friend took pics last night so I'll post them when I get them. But here I'm going to go into a personal aspect of my life that I would probably not post about but we're supposed to blog it out. . . girls. I haven't really thought too much about having a new girl friend since I've been on this project. I really just can't imagine being a decent new boyfriend type character while doing this. I can barely take care of washing my dishes and I'm supposed to treat a girl all nice like, ummm. . . I don't think so. But. . . last night I meet a girl and we instantly got along. She's a rocker girl and is intelligent, has a sense of humor, clever, likes the same things as I do etc. Which is great right? And then to her looks, she was absolutely beautiful. Which is awesome right? It is but this is what made every single god damn drunk friend of mine say something offensive while I was talking to her (every single time I was talking to her throughout the night). I mean I swear to fucking god I can't believe how immature my friends were. And you'd think it was just the dudes, but it was the girls too. It makes me want to never drink again because I don't want to be that asshole making a friend look bad. But from what I can remember I never did anything like that. Yeah I get it she's "hot" but look I don't usually just go after "hot" girls because they usually have an attitude and I don't need that. I was talking to her because we got along, and if she can see me perform and be more into me then hey I hit the jackpot. I've got to say that she was a trouper through my friend's offensive actions which makes me think she's a great person. The extra spectacular stupendous awesomeness was that I didn't have my phone so I had to set up a "let's meet up again next week" thing. I'm hoping that she shows up. It's not everyday that you meet someone you cliche with so well on the first encounter.
I am so god damn pissed at my friends right now it's unbelievable. I'm glad kinda because I have a lot of energy because of it and am going to use it towards the workouts. If I have one positive thing to say right now it's that I get through my exercises on being pumped. I make sure to gather a bunch of energy before the workout and afterwards I feel really balanced on the final rest. Ahhhhhhh, that final rest, how good you are to me. I actually feel better now that I "blogged it out". Wow, sorry guys.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
I AM IRON MAN!
I have a crazy weekend all planned. Why? Because I'm stupid, that's why. Life throws you a ninety mile an hour curve ball and somehow your eyes are able to correctly analyze it's trajectory and tell your nervous system to swing a bat and brutally crush the ball three hundred feet into the screaming crowd as you run around the bases calmly while your team is standing at home base waiting to give you high fives. If that's not a home-run run-on sentence I don't know what is. BLAHBLAHBLOG!
I basically rushed through the workout yesterday determined not to skip anything. It actually went pretty well and I noticed that failure came quicker. My awesome boss let me leave at 3:00 and I went to pick up one of my band members and we headed up to milwaukee. We meet our other band member up there and his girlfriend (who's my friend too, I introduced the two). And then we went and saw Janelle Monae and Of Montreal. I'm in love with Janelle Monae. She has got to be the most talented "new" musician that has popped up in the pop world. And she's beautiful and her stage presence (energy) is amazing. She just looks like she's having so much fun up there. The rest of the stage performers were awesome and it was an inspiration to us all. Of Montreal's show was a bit too "artsy" "look at me I'm weird" for me, but I enjoy their music so I had a good time.
Tonight I'm supposed to see my friend from out of town deejay and "party", but I'm already thinking of excuses so I should probably not go. I've got a gig tomorrow, so I better get some rest or I feel like I'll be too tired to do the exercises tomorrow. I'm still on track which is why I feel like Iron Man, so I've got to keep well rested. Our performance tomorrow is again at 11:00 pm. We always headline these shows which is a compliment but we're kinda sick of it. Only because we show up at 7:30 to load in our gear and then wait around until 11:00 to perform and we're supposed to be the "exciting show-stoppers". Our oldest member is 34 and has two kids, give him a break. I noticed my energy has gotten more sustainable since I've been on this pcp stuff. Which makes a lot of sense, because being healthy is literally allowing energy to flow through the body with greater potential. I love it, I don't know why other people don't take care of their bodies. I remember talking to a friend at a BBQ in july about he just turned thirty and his life is over. I said to him, "Dude your a dude, grow a pair. Our life has just began, it's far from over." I'm far from done, and being on this project has shown me how far from done I really am. PCP MUFUCKAZ.
A family friend of mine offered to take me to the bears game on monday night, and I simply can't turn that down. So on my weekend continues. I can sit through a bears and not eat crap (I actually didn't eat that crap before) and drink that crap (which I drank before) . I'm a beer snob so I can deal with not drinking crappy beer (which is pronounce bear in chicago, we have a funny accent (I can't say the word accent properly, and is hilarious to me)). The funny pcp element to me about the game was my family friend said to me, "I hope you can get off this gay ass cleanse your doing and have a few beers. If you can't I understand, but I'm getting yammered." I laughed at that because he said it funny, but I never told him I'm doing a "cleanse". Why don't people listen for once in their life. I tell people I'm on a workout/diet plan. The outcome is a cleanse but that's not the overall goal of this. This kid could use PCP too, because he was an athlete and is now out of shape. Some people will never learn.
PCP Rules (rules said with a chicago accent).
Kim can talk to me from the future which makes her a superhuman. Nat is literally superwoman so there you have it, and Ram is champion of the entire world and the two of them combine to make the mega-force Natramlyo. There's a new show on the history channel called Stan Lee's superhumans that shows you real-life people that have superhuman ability's. He should look towards PCP for it's next episode (Patrick has the ability to change normal life slobs into superhumans).
I basically rushed through the workout yesterday determined not to skip anything. It actually went pretty well and I noticed that failure came quicker. My awesome boss let me leave at 3:00 and I went to pick up one of my band members and we headed up to milwaukee. We meet our other band member up there and his girlfriend (who's my friend too, I introduced the two). And then we went and saw Janelle Monae and Of Montreal. I'm in love with Janelle Monae. She has got to be the most talented "new" musician that has popped up in the pop world. And she's beautiful and her stage presence (energy) is amazing. She just looks like she's having so much fun up there. The rest of the stage performers were awesome and it was an inspiration to us all. Of Montreal's show was a bit too "artsy" "look at me I'm weird" for me, but I enjoy their music so I had a good time.
Tonight I'm supposed to see my friend from out of town deejay and "party", but I'm already thinking of excuses so I should probably not go. I've got a gig tomorrow, so I better get some rest or I feel like I'll be too tired to do the exercises tomorrow. I'm still on track which is why I feel like Iron Man, so I've got to keep well rested. Our performance tomorrow is again at 11:00 pm. We always headline these shows which is a compliment but we're kinda sick of it. Only because we show up at 7:30 to load in our gear and then wait around until 11:00 to perform and we're supposed to be the "exciting show-stoppers". Our oldest member is 34 and has two kids, give him a break. I noticed my energy has gotten more sustainable since I've been on this pcp stuff. Which makes a lot of sense, because being healthy is literally allowing energy to flow through the body with greater potential. I love it, I don't know why other people don't take care of their bodies. I remember talking to a friend at a BBQ in july about he just turned thirty and his life is over. I said to him, "Dude your a dude, grow a pair. Our life has just began, it's far from over." I'm far from done, and being on this project has shown me how far from done I really am. PCP MUFUCKAZ.
A family friend of mine offered to take me to the bears game on monday night, and I simply can't turn that down. So on my weekend continues. I can sit through a bears and not eat crap (I actually didn't eat that crap before) and drink that crap (which I drank before) . I'm a beer snob so I can deal with not drinking crappy beer (which is pronounce bear in chicago, we have a funny accent (I can't say the word accent properly, and is hilarious to me)). The funny pcp element to me about the game was my family friend said to me, "I hope you can get off this gay ass cleanse your doing and have a few beers. If you can't I understand, but I'm getting yammered." I laughed at that because he said it funny, but I never told him I'm doing a "cleanse". Why don't people listen for once in their life. I tell people I'm on a workout/diet plan. The outcome is a cleanse but that's not the overall goal of this. This kid could use PCP too, because he was an athlete and is now out of shape. Some people will never learn.
PCP Rules (rules said with a chicago accent).
Kim can talk to me from the future which makes her a superhuman. Nat is literally superwoman so there you have it, and Ram is champion of the entire world and the two of them combine to make the mega-force Natramlyo. There's a new show on the history channel called Stan Lee's superhumans that shows you real-life people that have superhuman ability's. He should look towards PCP for it's next episode (Patrick has the ability to change normal life slobs into superhumans).
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