Showing posts with label losing weight. Show all posts
Showing posts with label losing weight. Show all posts
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
50 by 50
Playing music to brighten up your work day is just a Band-Aid. Whatever happened to physically healing the economic wounds? 50 by 50
Friday, February 18, 2011
Get back up without hitting a big sale!
Attended the premiere of the soon to be released springtime romance Beastly; Neil Patrick Harris is blind with a keen eye focused on the inner visuals of human emotion, entanglement and peaceful means of easing up on the pressures that usually destroy relationships.
Alex Pettyfer is caught off guard when he stumbles into a room where Patrick is fashionably dressing himself in an extremely high end business suit complete with a stylish tie. Turning to face Alex, he allows no conversation to begin by confidently stating, “What? You think I dress like this for you and others? Beauty begins on the inside and looking this great makes me believe I’m unforgettable.”
Stop right there! Take a look at what you’re currently wearing. Forget the Corporate American ladder of success, the coworker that recharges dull batteries and the Krispy Kreme chef that constantly tosses some extra sugar your way; what message are you currently sending to your self?
Do you feel like a leader? Are you itching to hit the fast approaching weekend? Does the way you look resemble the performance that’s slap happily played out because at times even a Wal-Mart greeter comes with too many responsibilities? No matter what you’re answer, over the next 48 hour period how many times will you express to your family and friends how much you hate your job, hat your life and hate the government for allowing gas prices to reach unheard of heights?
I am no fashion expert nor do I play one behind closed doors but I will share that no day passes that I’m not hitting the floor several times through the day knocking down serious rounds of pushups, sit ups and whatever else is going to shove more blood in the vibration required to survive.
I stole the trick from Country music’s Billy Ray Cyrus who flies all over the world promoting cd's, television shows and concerts and no matter where his ride lands or takes a pit stop he reaches out to a person to help him locate a place to layout a long line of intensified exercises.
Beauty begins on the inside and looking this great makes me believe I’m unforgettable.
How much money do you spend on mopping up the mess? Hey! Before my heart attack in 2009 Arby’s, McDonald’s and Taco Bell where my daily downloads of pick me back ups. I’ve never smoked nor do I drink so I’ve got no clue how to bust those habits; ask me about walking away from fast food and we’ll spend week’s gliding through invisible paths of recovery.
But why pushups and sit ups? I tried the water trick…when the buzz in your gut gets too much fill it up with water; 200 ounces a day nearly wiping out my electrolytes. When the electric supply begins to die…Houston we aren’t keeping our feet on the ground and reaching for the stars.
Beauty begins on the inside and looking this great makes me believe I’m unforgettable.
You can’t hit every 90% off sale at Target, Old Navy and Steinmart! Five, ten or twenty five push ups in an office kitchen, outside on the front lawn or next to your desk are 100% always going to be free. Warning: Do not throw yourself down in the privacy of your company bathroom! You have no clue who was there before you?
There’s no better way to eliminate stress and the horrid amount of ugly it invites to your approach of trying to be happy. It’s a pain in the a** to discipline yourself into believing it’s the right thing and more importantly its freakishly embarrassing when someone walks into your office or space and catches you on the floor out of breath with a bright red face.
Taking a walk at lunch or during a break is incredible exercise until you stop pushing yourself to walk a little stronger than yesterday. Life is already a treadmill; too many of us are on the moving ship with no way of knowing how ugly we seem to ourselves. You always hear about how my butts too big, look at these hips and flab under the arms. Spend five seconds in the mirror looking into your eyes and none of that materialistic junk matters. The real problem is the depth of your perception.
Beauty begins on the inside and looking this great makes me believe I’m unforgettable.
Don’t want to work out? Read affirmations then create your own. Too many blogs suck the air from anticipation. Hollywood drama is worse than a lazy Ben Stiller movie. Learn to participate with the monkey that’s stuck in the cage of self and teach it a new process of reaching for a better banana.
The main reason why I love this recession has nothing to do with big business falling to its knees but rather it’s challenging you to finally try something new and different. Push you a** over the hump, through the wall, under the wave of water that seems endless and lets get you back to believing you’re unforgettable.
I share the meanest comment to my closest friends when I see they’ve given up, “Don’t bother sending me an invitation to your funeral. I tried my best to keep you alive.”
I’ll always believe in you first…
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Alex Pettyfer is caught off guard when he stumbles into a room where Patrick is fashionably dressing himself in an extremely high end business suit complete with a stylish tie. Turning to face Alex, he allows no conversation to begin by confidently stating, “What? You think I dress like this for you and others? Beauty begins on the inside and looking this great makes me believe I’m unforgettable.”
Stop right there! Take a look at what you’re currently wearing. Forget the Corporate American ladder of success, the coworker that recharges dull batteries and the Krispy Kreme chef that constantly tosses some extra sugar your way; what message are you currently sending to your self?
Do you feel like a leader? Are you itching to hit the fast approaching weekend? Does the way you look resemble the performance that’s slap happily played out because at times even a Wal-Mart greeter comes with too many responsibilities? No matter what you’re answer, over the next 48 hour period how many times will you express to your family and friends how much you hate your job, hat your life and hate the government for allowing gas prices to reach unheard of heights?
I am no fashion expert nor do I play one behind closed doors but I will share that no day passes that I’m not hitting the floor several times through the day knocking down serious rounds of pushups, sit ups and whatever else is going to shove more blood in the vibration required to survive.
I stole the trick from Country music’s Billy Ray Cyrus who flies all over the world promoting cd's, television shows and concerts and no matter where his ride lands or takes a pit stop he reaches out to a person to help him locate a place to layout a long line of intensified exercises.
Beauty begins on the inside and looking this great makes me believe I’m unforgettable.
How much money do you spend on mopping up the mess? Hey! Before my heart attack in 2009 Arby’s, McDonald’s and Taco Bell where my daily downloads of pick me back ups. I’ve never smoked nor do I drink so I’ve got no clue how to bust those habits; ask me about walking away from fast food and we’ll spend week’s gliding through invisible paths of recovery.
But why pushups and sit ups? I tried the water trick…when the buzz in your gut gets too much fill it up with water; 200 ounces a day nearly wiping out my electrolytes. When the electric supply begins to die…Houston we aren’t keeping our feet on the ground and reaching for the stars.
Beauty begins on the inside and looking this great makes me believe I’m unforgettable.
You can’t hit every 90% off sale at Target, Old Navy and Steinmart! Five, ten or twenty five push ups in an office kitchen, outside on the front lawn or next to your desk are 100% always going to be free. Warning: Do not throw yourself down in the privacy of your company bathroom! You have no clue who was there before you?
There’s no better way to eliminate stress and the horrid amount of ugly it invites to your approach of trying to be happy. It’s a pain in the a** to discipline yourself into believing it’s the right thing and more importantly its freakishly embarrassing when someone walks into your office or space and catches you on the floor out of breath with a bright red face.
Taking a walk at lunch or during a break is incredible exercise until you stop pushing yourself to walk a little stronger than yesterday. Life is already a treadmill; too many of us are on the moving ship with no way of knowing how ugly we seem to ourselves. You always hear about how my butts too big, look at these hips and flab under the arms. Spend five seconds in the mirror looking into your eyes and none of that materialistic junk matters. The real problem is the depth of your perception.
Beauty begins on the inside and looking this great makes me believe I’m unforgettable.
Don’t want to work out? Read affirmations then create your own. Too many blogs suck the air from anticipation. Hollywood drama is worse than a lazy Ben Stiller movie. Learn to participate with the monkey that’s stuck in the cage of self and teach it a new process of reaching for a better banana.
The main reason why I love this recession has nothing to do with big business falling to its knees but rather it’s challenging you to finally try something new and different. Push you a** over the hump, through the wall, under the wave of water that seems endless and lets get you back to believing you’re unforgettable.
I share the meanest comment to my closest friends when I see they’ve given up, “Don’t bother sending me an invitation to your funeral. I tried my best to keep you alive.”
I’ll always believe in you first…
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Friday, January 8, 2010
Losing weight begins with adjusting your head...
Weekend number two out of fifty two—a new decade! A new spirit to lift up what’s been sagging! I’m talking about attitude. Holy cow, double click, gotta get off this web page…too much positive is not what the average person is looking for.
Tell me about it!
I wore two different shoes to work yesterday and turned it into a motivational opportunity—an attempt to pick up rather than continue to scatter…which is a nice way of saying people who are in bad moods are poison to a community of working bees.
Interestingly enough nobody made mention of the diverse styles of shoes until late in the day to which I replied, “Finally!”
Looking shocked by my weird way of expressing, the determination was now based on what Arroe was up to.
“People who are depressed and or are blanketed by a sheet of low self esteem spend most of their day looking down. Because it took you nearly eight hours to notice my ugly as sin different colored shoes that tells me today is an incredible day of performance! Nobody wasted precious hard to locate energy trying to weed through fog so thick the image in the mirror carried someone else’s face.”
I learned this trick of measuring a level of performance the hard way—walking into the forest to an area Native American’s call the Sacred Circle. With me, I always brought bird seed so that each morning visit would carry with it a gift for the jazz singers. It made sitting in such a place of peace anything but silent and it’s within silence that assumption and distrusting views of the world take the shape of sprouting seeds.
One bitterly cold damp morning the typical walk around the Crab Apple tree was under way, each step leading me closer and closer to this unseen place in a forest that serves as a home for deer, beaver, frogs, turtles, colorful snakes and a human who wanted nothing more than to allow three minutes of his life to be nothing to an honest act of listening.
I took the same path everyday—my footsteps pressed into the wild grasses described by landscapers as weeds but in my world its life, so each blade is treated like a king. A daily journey that seemed innocent until I began noticing my folded shoulders and the long streaked hair was always in my eyes. It’s an uncomfortable feeling! You feel like you’re being stuffed into a box like Buzz Lightyear while the tips of the head cover upper reaches to tickle my innocent snot cannel.
I was looking down.
Changing my view of the world was a giant spider web covered in morning dew that resembled a chunk of art freshly delivered from the imagination of Pablo Picasso. I was totally blown away by the presentation that it inspired me to quickly reach for my acrylics and brushes coming up with one the most talked about pieces added to my personal gallery called The Storm.
More importantly I was shaken awake by the meeting of two worlds—a six foot one inch human nearly taking out an unforgettably designed web by a spider I’ve yet to meet. I need to find out more about this! For nearly a month I documented my behavior. Taking notes on the multitude of mood swings I carried while sending my eyes to the path rather than the horizon. Then compare it to much straighter shoulders with the eyes shot outward and straight…it proved to be the much better day to accept.
As much as I’d never admit to being connected to the wolf—all too often I find myself being the silent creature who sits in a nearby bush patiently watching as the keepers of many steps walk near and far…an act of study, to see how other humans act and react while dangling their head in downward motion. I’ve studied all animals especially birds to see if their music changes when the head is hanging.
Yes!
Your body doesn’t get enough air for your blood when your head is hung. If there’s no blood then your muscles begin to scream. If your muscles aren’t properly holding up that collection of bones and or delivering the type of energy your boss requires, the first reaction is to feed the system coffee, power drinks, chocolate, BBQ ribs and as incredible as that sounds…by 2011 we’re stuck with the other self wondering how the heck we lifted our weight to this!
If you truly want to lose weight this year…figure out what your path really is. Anyone can drop a pound or ten but man it’s coming back if you don’t pick up that head. Shove those shoulders back and let oxygen seep into those beautifully designed lungs. Without them you’re dead and this morning I was sharply reminded of what that might feel like in the middle of a cold Carolina morning…what if you can still feel when the rest of you is gone and the only thing they gave you to wear in that casket is a dirty old suit you haven’t worn in years?
So what's the rush to get there? Pick up that head!
Get to know that image in the mirror…you don’t have to agree with it…just know what it means when you begin to lean.
Steal my art…
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Tell me about it!
I wore two different shoes to work yesterday and turned it into a motivational opportunity—an attempt to pick up rather than continue to scatter…which is a nice way of saying people who are in bad moods are poison to a community of working bees.
Interestingly enough nobody made mention of the diverse styles of shoes until late in the day to which I replied, “Finally!”
Looking shocked by my weird way of expressing, the determination was now based on what Arroe was up to.
“People who are depressed and or are blanketed by a sheet of low self esteem spend most of their day looking down. Because it took you nearly eight hours to notice my ugly as sin different colored shoes that tells me today is an incredible day of performance! Nobody wasted precious hard to locate energy trying to weed through fog so thick the image in the mirror carried someone else’s face.”
I learned this trick of measuring a level of performance the hard way—walking into the forest to an area Native American’s call the Sacred Circle. With me, I always brought bird seed so that each morning visit would carry with it a gift for the jazz singers. It made sitting in such a place of peace anything but silent and it’s within silence that assumption and distrusting views of the world take the shape of sprouting seeds.
One bitterly cold damp morning the typical walk around the Crab Apple tree was under way, each step leading me closer and closer to this unseen place in a forest that serves as a home for deer, beaver, frogs, turtles, colorful snakes and a human who wanted nothing more than to allow three minutes of his life to be nothing to an honest act of listening.
I took the same path everyday—my footsteps pressed into the wild grasses described by landscapers as weeds but in my world its life, so each blade is treated like a king. A daily journey that seemed innocent until I began noticing my folded shoulders and the long streaked hair was always in my eyes. It’s an uncomfortable feeling! You feel like you’re being stuffed into a box like Buzz Lightyear while the tips of the head cover upper reaches to tickle my innocent snot cannel.
I was looking down.
Changing my view of the world was a giant spider web covered in morning dew that resembled a chunk of art freshly delivered from the imagination of Pablo Picasso. I was totally blown away by the presentation that it inspired me to quickly reach for my acrylics and brushes coming up with one the most talked about pieces added to my personal gallery called The Storm.
More importantly I was shaken awake by the meeting of two worlds—a six foot one inch human nearly taking out an unforgettably designed web by a spider I’ve yet to meet. I need to find out more about this! For nearly a month I documented my behavior. Taking notes on the multitude of mood swings I carried while sending my eyes to the path rather than the horizon. Then compare it to much straighter shoulders with the eyes shot outward and straight…it proved to be the much better day to accept.
As much as I’d never admit to being connected to the wolf—all too often I find myself being the silent creature who sits in a nearby bush patiently watching as the keepers of many steps walk near and far…an act of study, to see how other humans act and react while dangling their head in downward motion. I’ve studied all animals especially birds to see if their music changes when the head is hanging.
Yes!
Your body doesn’t get enough air for your blood when your head is hung. If there’s no blood then your muscles begin to scream. If your muscles aren’t properly holding up that collection of bones and or delivering the type of energy your boss requires, the first reaction is to feed the system coffee, power drinks, chocolate, BBQ ribs and as incredible as that sounds…by 2011 we’re stuck with the other self wondering how the heck we lifted our weight to this!
If you truly want to lose weight this year…figure out what your path really is. Anyone can drop a pound or ten but man it’s coming back if you don’t pick up that head. Shove those shoulders back and let oxygen seep into those beautifully designed lungs. Without them you’re dead and this morning I was sharply reminded of what that might feel like in the middle of a cold Carolina morning…what if you can still feel when the rest of you is gone and the only thing they gave you to wear in that casket is a dirty old suit you haven’t worn in years?
So what's the rush to get there? Pick up that head!
Get to know that image in the mirror…you don’t have to agree with it…just know what it means when you begin to lean.
Steal my art…
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
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