Benefits of a Bicycle

I had no idea how beneficial riding a bicycle could be. I am, for the most part, in walking distance of most of the places I need to go. I decided to start riding a bicycle to save time, little did I know how much more quickly it was going to get me places! I am hoping to soon start riding around town (with a helmet and lights) and expand my cycling paths. I didn’t realise that walking really doesn’t do a whole lot for my physical fitness until I hopped on my bike and started riding it for a few weeks. Now I know! I walked somewhere today that I’ve been biking to and it seemed to take such a long time. The resistance a bike provides is great and suddenly hills appear everywhere (they were there the whole time, but walking you don’t see them as much)!

Being Naturally Skinny Makes Me Lucky…and Weak

At least that’s what this image purports: 

I disagree. 

I am one of those ‘naturally skinny’ girls. Call me ‘lucky’ if you want, but don’t be delusional: this skinny requires upkeep. Sure, it’s just genes, good eating, and a lot of exercise.  Simply being naturally skinny does not make me lucky. Sure, it could be said I have an easier time fitting with the modern culture than girls who have had to work to be thin, but that does not mean I don’t pay attention to what I eat or how much I exercise. For a time, I had a personal struggle feeling as though I had to maintain being thin because that is what people expected of me. It took me awhile to realise that it’s far more important to be healthy and fit than skinny. It’s much more of a challenge to be fit than skinny.

This image also says to me, the skinny girl, that I am not strong. 

That statement is a complete lie. Maybe my fight isn’t for skinny, it’s for a healthy, fit me. As a long distance runner in high school, I was one of the first people to arrive to track practice and one of the last to leave. Running around 20 miles a week, yoga, lifting weights, or other exercise during the week, daily bike riding, would you call that weak? My build does not allow me to put on much muscle and I am not fast, but I have two things that help me do what I do: Endurance and Heart. Like I said, I am not fast, but I can last a very long time. When the other girls are tiring out, I’m just getting going. It takes me running about a mile or two and stretching before I feel warmed up. Heart is most important; I absolutely love what I do. Exercising is something that I cannot live without. Whenever I go for a stretch without it, my legs start begging me to go for a run, not to mention the energy boost.

I hear about a lot of people that don’t like working out and I don’t know whether to say “Don’t do it” or “Shut up and get over it.” What do you want more: to go home and eat junk food or get to the point where you don’t get winded going up and down stairs?

First: fit is always better than skinny. Second: skinny girls have to work to be fit just like curvy girls. Skinny is what society seems to demand, but is that what is best for YOU? Some women look so much more beautiful with a few extra pounds. For others, it’s not even extra weight, it’s how she is built. I have friends that are curvy, fit young women and they are gorgeous; I envy them sometimes. Love the body you have and do what is best for your personal fitness.

 

Two side notes:

1) I do not believe in ‘luck’

2) I have heard similar things to this several times before and this image is the straw that broke the camel’s back. I found this image on Tumblr and I don’t know if the Tumblr that posted this image made it or not, so no hate there please.

Thank you for reading my opinion on this, I would like to hear what anyone else has to say.

~M

 

Being Bothered is a Good Thing

Maybe, just maybe, if we were bothered enough, we would have the motivation to change something. What bothers you? Your kids spilling things they try to pour? Your husband waiting to work on his to-do list? What if, instead you realise it’s an opportunity for your kids to grow and learn that you trust them to try pouring the milk, even though it’s might spill, that it’s okay. Relish the moment you have with those sweet kiddos. As for your husband, try learning to fix a few things yourself or decide what’s really important and knock a few things off, and hey, at least you have a husband to complain about. 

What’s worth being bothered about? Are you being a good example for your kids about being the kind of grown up you want them to be? Or, are you even living the kind of life YOU want to live? That would bother me quite a bit, what are you doing to help other people. (Helping people and interacting with them is much more satisfying than staying wrapped up in your own world.) Perhaps some local policy bothers you, do something about it!

Find the things that really bother you, figure out WHY it bothers you, and get up off your tush and do something about it.

~M

It’s Bad Enough As It Is:

Dear Friend

We haven’t spoken in awhile and I wanted to tell you that I miss you. 

I’m not angry or upset; I miss you, that’s all.

I wish we could talk and it makes me sad we can’t.

Instead I pray for you because He’s the only one that understands. 

Promise

I have a few things on my mind that I would like to point out; however, I think it may be more accurate to say one thing because that’s all I’m going to write about. It’s been rolling around in my mind for some time now.

It has to do with promise; not a pinky promise or saying you or someone will do something. What I mean is the hope of having something you’ve wanted or missed. I tried looking up the word ‘promise’ on dictionary.reference.com to give a clearer thought, but it was not there. Odd…I wonder.

As usual, I am referring to a specific incident. I missed someone greatly (and still do, but you have to read on to know why) so I did something about it. I was very pleased with the response and the promise that came with it. This relieved, pleasant feeling only lasted briefly. You know there are people in your life that understand things better than others simply due to time spent together, frames of reference, you get my drift, and this is one of those people for me. I know this person would most clearly understand what I needed to talk about and share. Suddenly, because of lack of trust, I was told that due to outside forces the friendship could not continue in order to avoid getting into trouble. Ouch.

No more promise of release, simply going to hold it in. The backwash seems to keep coming, going unnecessarily on and on. Sometimes I think G-d made clams and coke bottles so people could have a name for people like me. 

~M

P.S. I miss you.

 

 

 

 

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Break the ground for me, I’m not home

He keeps them in a bottle for me.

If you ever need an ocean, just ask G-d for all the tears I shed over you.

Like Crazy

You think you’re going to be alright

Falling shards of sky make the world a blue ocean

Woven and dried, torn apart made so uptight 

Stopped the hands of time, man made notion

Conscious: to improvise is no longer a fight

Regrets. Doubtless.