Martial Arts Humor – I Have No Idea

It kind of makes me feel better to proclaim this – as emphatically as I’m able (thanks, large-scale font!) – because in Life, in general, I often feel like I have no clue.

It isn’t that I feel like it gets me off the hook, so much as it accounts for potential (let’s be honest, likely) foibles. Yes. . .I falter, fail, trip, tumble, aaand sometimes fall flat on my face.  (Ever see a dancer fall?  We aren’t always so graceful!)

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Oh, I know, it’s always important to act like we know what we are doing – don’t get me wrong, I think we need to make plenty of room for that:

Presenting to the President and VP of a Company?  OWN it.  

Competing for a title in your sport? Walk onto the floor like you have trained harder than everyone else (it beats talent, you know!)  even if you haven’t.

Testing in your sport, or in school?  Act like you have it ALL under control and that YES, you meant that move, and believe in that answer.

In other areas, though…it’s okay to admit you aren’t on top of your game.  There’s nothing wrong with being new – it’s whether you are willing to learn and make it happen.  It does make me feel better during Master Cycle class, for one, though, to say I’ve got no idea – You go through the Combatives curriculum and testing feeling – for once, FINALLY – like you aren’t drowning.  Then, WHAM!  It’s like swimming with sharks all over again – minus, mind you, having any fins.  In that case. . .I have n o   i d e a   what I’m doing.  And admitting it says “I’m here to learn.  I’m here to review.  I’m not here to get mauled, or *try* to disassemble you.”

I wonder if they make this saying on Gi patches. . . Fair forewarning?

 

Gothiness – Bisou

I wish I wore lipstick because then I’d go all out poisonous!

I’m thankful, at least, other ladies boldly…flashing fiercely goth grins ‘ere they go…

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@gothsunite

 

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@gothsunite Blacken’ed rose…

Staying On Track When Away From Home

Actually…in this case, I was traveling BACK home…from my new home…for ten days to attend to wedding preparations – I therefore knew about a gym location in advance BUT…had I not, I’d have scouted one out for sure.

Fitness isn’t a once in a while thing – it’s a lifestyle.  Staying fit is a commitment to making good daily choices – keeping in mind, of course, that life is fast-paced, and sometimes unexpected.  

But when we are traveling, or need to be out of our regular routine, there are ways to keep up with some activities.  Your body – and mind! – will thank you for going the extra mile and making sure your hotel has a fitness facility, or that there is a gym, bike trail etc nearby.

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With all of the crazy things i had scheduled, fitting in my cardio and lifting wasn’t going to be easy – but I made it work.  I got up earlier than I might have otherwise, put on my spin shoes, and headed out the door. *Making the time* is a huge part of it – that’s where your commitment comes in.  Your goals are achievable so long as you seize opportunity.

I made sure that I specifically put in the mornings that I wanted to go to the gym ON my schedule, in advance – it mattered to me enough (knowing I would physically and mentally not feel myself if I skipped it!) to get there, and having it penciled in already meant there were no excuses.

Being away from home meant I was missing eight Martial Art classes a week, and regular other exercise – without making the time, I’d have fallen into a slump for well over a week, which – for me – equals a terrible mood, and a tired body.  Don’t forget that exercise boosts your energy, and happy chemicals – endorphins to the rescue! Just because you aren’t home doesn’t mean  you can’t keep up with SOMEthing.  It’s worth looking into your options ahead of time so you don’t fall into a cycle of doing zero.

 

Healthy Eater – Even At The Races

This showed up in my FB memories recently and I had quite the laugh – I’ve always been a bit crazy (er…neurotic!) about snack packing when I travel.  When I’m going to a car show, I have to be especially on the case, though.  Unless, of course, I don’t mind a corn dog, fried food, and / or beer (yes I’ve seen it be treated as a food group!) I can only imagine my fiancé saying to himself “yeah, because those are exactly the OPPOSITE of what she’d eat!” Annnnd, he’d be correct!  I’d rather go hungry, which is also a TERRIBLE idea!

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The one I was prepping for above was a drive away (not a flight), and the rooms at the hotel had refrigerators, so I was actually able to take some perishables along.  Typically my choices have to be non-refrigerated items…which isn’t as easy for the protein, but absolutely doable (note the salmon packs!😉 )

Inevitably, my father will shoot me looks as if to say what I’m eating is positively grotesque.  People walking by, pizza dripping in hand, will sometimes also do a double take, and offer the same look of confusion and / or disgust.  But…my salmon packs and I are just as happy having lunch together as the rest of them are!

I think what made me smile about this in particular is the image is so typical – but then consistency is really the key to maintenance success (for me that means staying around the weight I am, nourishing my muscles, and giving me enough fuel to perform in my sports.)  

Everyone is different but where we are the same is that what we take in MATTERS – the fuel you provide your body with will determine your success as far as your own goals (and your goals are your own.)  Whatever they may be, they are achievable, even when you aren’t home in your own kitchen!

More of my Nutritional Silliness

Gothiness – Goth Garden

I’ve always had an affinity for all things darkly-hued.  I couldn’t even say why, save that there is a richness born of the depth of the color (or “absence” thereof) that woos my heart (and sight!)

I bought my mother a spectacular black pansy plant for Mother’s Day one year – nothing “morbid,” nor dreary about it!  She was delighted knowing that those velvety black blooms with sunny centers and a burst of violet were my way of smiling at her each day.❤

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Black pansy

I also have a tradition of sending 50 Black Baccara roses to my parents for Halloween.  This year, my wedding in on the 29th (as close to Hallows as I could manage!) but I will still be sending them their gloriously, decadently-hued blooms all the same!

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Black Baccara rose

“BLACK?!” people say?  Well…not necessarily 100% pitch (there are some flower varieties that are pretty darn close, though!)…but very much “blackened” and beautiful most of the time.

There are countless varieties of black’ish blooms, and one day if I DO have a garden, I will endeavor to plant as many as I can.  “Queen of the Night,” “Black Magic,” “Mystic Dreamer,” “Raven’s Wing”…for me, those names alone have me full swoon.  Strange?  Maybe…but we are all entitled!  I love a brightly-colored bouquet as much as anyone, and in fact one of my favorite flowers are the Pascali rose – an angelically white bud, fresh as driven snow – that my mother planted in our garden in my honor as a child.  My skating coach still calls me “Pascalli” and the memory of those striking, moonlit petals will be with for always.

Pascali rose

Pascali rose

Perhaps, then, I will add a Pascali plant…and some red varieties…since red is also a favored shade…  Osiria, naturally, speaks to my Egyptian-Pagan-heart… <3 

Osiria rose

Osiria rose

And “Hearts” would work so nicely…

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What would you plant in your garden…?

Goth Garden

 

Humor – Group Texts

A random digression…

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I can’t STAND group texts…especially when the other names don’t come up.  You know what that means?  It means that I have NO IDEA who the other recipients are.

I don’t give my number out on purpose – people ask, and I respond by asking for theirs.  (So I can never call.)  So I’d rather NOT have YOU give it out on my (non-consenting) behalf.

And what about the annoying barrage of “who’s this?” or “who else is on here?”s?  

The kicker, though…?  The bajillion, text replies that follow, sending my phone into a flurry of continuous, randomized convulsions.  I feel like a hostage crisis might be less irksome – I could just tell you to your face to leave me alone (or not respond all together and be singled out as the crazy, silent one in the bunch.)

May I just say… A R G !