shihando’s BodyBlog

"If you ain’t pukin, you ain’t pushin!"

Well, considering the amount of pukin I did after my workout this morning, I must have done some SERIOUS pushin!  Gawd!  I thought that lemon NO-Xplode tasted like ass going down … (I just had a full body shudder thinking about the experience this morning).  It was great! lol

Seriously, the first 5 mins or so after I felt like crap, but once the waves of nausea and floating passed, I felt better after any workout since I started.  The pump I feel is amazing.  Not only that, but when I weighed after my workout (pre-pukedom), even thought I had not worked out in 2 weeks, I dropped weight!

It’s great to be back!  Thanks to "The Circle" for all the support y’all have showed me over the past few weeks!

Keep the faith!

Christopher

Just wanted to let everyone know that I am still alive and kicking.  I was feeling so bogged down with everything and the not being able to workout was not helping.  So I went on a short weekend vacation.  I went and visited a friend for his birthday and a bunch of my gang from college got together and just had fun.  It was really refreshing.

I’ll update more later.

Keep the faith!

It seems to happen in amounts equal to the weights we lift!  I seriously feel like I’m losing it.  Not the faith in lifting that I always refer to.  Not the desire to lift heavy.  I want to be a real man with mass like Bill is always talking about.  But with the things going on I just don’t have the energy, physically or emotionally, to lift.  It’s like Mike says, "It’s just weight."  But why can’t I lift it?

Work is in a state of flux with processes to our business changing virtually every day.  And those changes only last 48 hours until they change again.  Well, if we’re lucky.  And then we have to go retrain the "new and improved" process that are strangely just like the "old" process to 200 people in a single day.  And that’s of course after we create the training material for the new material.

Then, on the home front, my brother-in-law is going through some tough times being unable to find a job and has taken some time away to think.  He simply left my sister a note that he needed some time and was gone.  Now before people go getting all mad at him, understand that my sister made the suggestion that he go take some time to do just that.  The problem is more that she did not know where he was and he did not say anything.  So lately, I have been playing the super uncle and helping with my niece (3) and nephew (5).  Getting them dinner, helping with bath and bed time, entertaining them after dinner, getting my sister up in the morning.  I haven’t had much "me" time lately.

I seriously have a new found respect for parents.  And of course, if you’ve kept up with my blogs, my mom seems to be having another of her Polish episodes.   Why not just pile on more crap right?  But, I will say that there is one thing that I have realized through this entire ordeal.  Diet Dr. Pepper DOES taste more like regular Dr. Pepper!

Keep the faith!

That may be the question, but if violence isn’t then answer then I don’t understand the friggin question!

Ever have one of those days where someone is  SO stupid you just wanted to beat the stupid out of them?

God I hate Barney.

The police have been called.  We will let you know if any action needs to be taken.” is what the email read that was sent out at 9 am this morning.  I was in the new hire training class and some of them were wondering if this sort of thing happens a lot.  Of course it doesn’t.  Of all the times a threat has been made, we’ve never even evacuated.  So of course, since we completely blew the threat off, at 9:30 they were evacuating the building.  OK.  We’ll just be behind training for today.

As we’re leaving, obviously since they are evacuating there has to be something that leads them to believe that the threat is real.  And what do 6 of the 8 people in the training class do?  Pull out their cell phones and start dialing. “Are you friggin nuts?!?  Put your phones away!  Don’t even think about making a phone call until you’re outside!”

“Why?  I have to call my wife/husband/boyfriend and let them know so they don’t freak out.”

“Why?  Because if there is a bomb, it is probably remotely detonated.  Which means that the signal from your phone could set it off.”

“Really?”

Now maybe it’s just because I have worked for a police department and known too many of these guys …

But come on!

I was with a group of people the other day and someone posed the question of who has most influenced your life?  Most people said someone famous that they idealize.  To me, that’s not much of an influence.  What I mean is, a person has to have interaction with another person to truly influence them.  With out that direct contact it is the idea or perception of that person that is actually having influence.

For me answering the question was easy.  Mom.  Hands down.  No question.  No debate. No doubt in my mind.  If you think about it, Mom is the one that really jump starts and gives us life.  That’s a pretty big influence if you ask me.  So it is no doubt that people innately love their mothers.  However problems come with that whole influence thing.  Mom has had the greatest influence on me in my life.  Good and bad.  My mom has built me up and torn me down more than anyone on the planet. 

I mean I love Mom simply because she IS Mom.  But, she drives me crazy.  Example of my mother’s logic:  If I lose my hair, which I am doing quite rapidly, then I am bald.  But, if I speed of the process and shave it all off to avoid the horseshoe, I’m a skinhead.  Hunh?   Or what about last night? 

Mom is planning a surprise party for Dad and having family come in.  While Dad is seventy feet away on the other side of the house watching TV with suround sound and we’re in the laundry room WHISPERING with the dryer RUNNING.  I asked "Is Friday night at the house?"  She freaks out!  "Shh!  Dad is right there he can hear you!"  What?!?  "He can’t hear us whispering with the dryer going and the tv blaring."  So Mom shuts the door and continues to whisper.  "Well I just want to be careful."  Ok.  Mom is just being Mom.  I reassure her, "It’s ok."  No response, she starts getting the clothes out of the dryer as I stand there waiting for an answer to the question.  "Yes or no?" Mom jumps back with a wide-eyed exasperated look.  "You are SO disrespectful!!!"  Hunh?!?  I was shocked.  All I could do was just stand there with my mouth open for a few seconds.  Without saying anything I just shook my head in disbelief and went and asked Dad.  Which of course thoroughly ruined the surprise and gave my mom a reason to think I was disrespectful.

Ok.  So I didn’t really ask Dad.  But that would have been funny!   Seriously though.  What the heck?  Is it just Mom or are all women crazy? lol  And just for perspective, Mom has always been like that with me.  Nobody in the family fully understands it, nor do they really want to find out because that would bring the crazy on to them. lol

I digress.  It did make for a very fulfilling workout this morning.  And PS. the disrespectful son still gave Mom the Valentine he had previously purchased for her.