(Don’t wait for someone else). Give yourself a pat on the back.
There’s a healthy lifestyle support community that I’m part of: Sleekgeek South Africa. The bulk of activity occurs in the Facebook group, with hundreds of discussions going on daily.
The topics range; how to get avocados to ripen quicker; the uses of coconut oil; how to cook healthy meals; how to treat callouses (hint – just be proud of those!) or blisters; or where to get good advice about training shoes or physiotherapy. Those are just a few examples of the things that pop up in this thriving community. I do a fair bit of observation and I’ve noticed a worrisome common thread coming to light: the ugly face of misdirected competition.
It’s an exceptionally easy error to make; being surrounded by humans, it requires a substantial amount of self-psycho-analysis to navigate around this nasty habit successfully.
You look at someone else at the gym who is lifting more than you or doing more complex work than you.
At a park, you look at someone who is running faster or further than you.
In a restaurant, you look at someone eating something that you see as unhealthy, yet this person is in such good shape.
Do not give up on your health
I often hear people say that they don’t have the time to exercise or prepare healthy meals.
It also echoes in my mind, words that the old me surely repeated often.
I must stress my view of time:
We don’t HAVE time.
Time has us… It’s not like there is a way for a human being to decide to have more hours in a day or to have more days in a week (or more preferably, a weekend! ).
The only decision we can make relating to time is how we use it.
It all comes down to priorities, and it can be a long and painful lesson:
YOU, and only you, decide how your time gets used.
For instance, many of us spend a fair amount of time watching TV most days.
Think about the amount of time you spend looking at your computer, phone, and other devices daily. Do we really want to add to that?
Charity begins at home, in your body!
There is that old adage, “Charity begins at home.” and I think that it can have multiple meanings.
Your body is your home. Have you ever thought, seriously, about the fact that if your body gives up on you, that’s it..?
The sad case of the modern human is that the majority of illnesses are avoidable. We have become victims of our own endless desire for convenience, and with convenience there are often strange ingredients being added to foods that our bodies aren’t capable of processing.
Have you stopped to wonder where low-fat or skim milk come from? There are no low-fat or skim cows! 🙄
These and related products have been altered by a process to end up in that state. And this makes me rather paranoid. Personally, I’d rather be paranoid than dead.
The beauty in his death
The intriguing journey of life brought you to a place
with boundless happiness, faith, hope, and love,
and years worth of laughter etched upon your face;
you now walk to the welcoming, loving arms of the One above.
Your kind manner and soft-spoken words will surely be amiss.
The absence of your loving heart and concern for others,
your wisdom, logic, and limitless breadth of knowledge leave an empty space
that can never be filled, but will be eased over time only by God’s Grace.
The course of the day
The day begins;
the city enshrouded in a mist almost quilted,
the people awake like flowers once wilted,
and like the towers, stretch and rise above their hazy surroundings.
The day continues.
The eye of God peeks over the horizon, and sadly sees
the meek people’s hopes and dreams just floating upon the breeze…
The Light bursts through the smog of meaningless tales and news.
Nameless wonder (Untitled)
Explanations, determinations and reiterations
haze up the blue canvas of sky in my mind;
again, again, again, words play like on radio stations,
not knowing of the sunshine which hides behind.
Time, rhyme, lemon and lime –
all things different in the end add up to one whole,
showing us a confused burst of meaning
which none of us will ever grasp.
Colours shoot along
in constant motion.
The prisms divide
as alternates collide
and create a manic kaleidoscope.
This is the world: it is upside-down;
a smile is a frown,
a verb is a noun,
a hamlet is a town.
This is the world: it is inside-out;
a whisper is a shout,
a grin is a pout,
a good man is a lout.
This is the world: it gobbles you up;
you deserve a goblet, you get a tin cup;
you deserve a palace, you get locked up;
you deserve a fair trial, a conspiracy is cooked up. Continue reading
Turmoil rules my mind.
A cloudless orbit through this life I can not find.
Choice and circumstance
form an avalanche:
waves of confusion engulf my serenity.
The end of the stream is concealed somewhere that I can’t see.
I wonder whether I shall care to search for my objective
while the only thoughts slithering through my mind are interjective?
I haven’t yet received orders from above me in the chain of command;
I surmise it is something I am supposed to demand.
But I crave to be free from this bureaucratic conglomeration
that everyone calls a new and independent nation.
The oxygen particles in my mind
race around like water droplets on fast-forward.
They hope not to be left beneath or behind
as the future pulls them onward.