Wednesday, February 09, 2005

To Train, To Grow, To Be Strong

Good morning fellow bloggers, hope the day is going well for you all so far, but if it isn't, then I hope that it'll get better as the hours tick by. The title of today's post, "To Train, To Grow, To Be Strong", is somewhat of a tribute to my re-entry into the world of physical fitness. Yes, I did it, I finally did it...I paid my $37.50 and finally joined the gym down the road from my apartment complex! (aren't you proud of me Yamfoot?). I finally decided that it needed to be done, not just because I want to look better, but because I want to re-capture that aspect of my teenage and early 20's that I enjoyed and because I need to keep myself healthy and vibrant for a long time to come!

Thanks to all of you who commented on my poem, I really appreciate the feedback, and I'm glad it touched some of you! After all, I do write because I enjoy writing, but what good are my words if others aren't enjoying and being inspired by them? Anyhow, I'm really glad that I started training again...I haven't had the spirit to exercise or take care of myself for quite a while; I guess it had to do with a variety of personal issues, primarily my grandmother's passing. Somehow, I just gave up on life for a while, let the depression grab a hold of me, got a little too friendly with the bottle (nope, I'm not an alcoholic), and generally allowed myself to wallow in the murky waters of self pity and despair...18 months is way too long.

But all that's over now and, as the poem says, I'm a warrior and I must fight, though the battle seems hopeless. I've decided that from here on out I'm going to change the quality of my life. I'm going to change the way I eat and live. I'll be 28 on Friday, 2 years more and I'll be 30. My dad has already warned me about the difficulty of losing weight in my 30s and also reminded me that diabetes runs in our family. Yes, I know that death will come for me someday, that is my fate, but until then I'll just have to keep on maintaining and not doing anything to welcome him to my doorstep anytime too soon...after all, I'd still like to see my kids and grandkids some day...but if Mr. Death comes knocking, I'd like to be able to say, "Hey man, I had a good one, no regrets!"

Anyhow, enough of this philosophy lesson, a friend of mine was telling me about one of her friend's adventures with a fishbone this weekend. Can you imagine, the man was having dinner and swallowed a fishbone...a 9-inch fishbone mind you. Can you believe that the darn thing went down into his stomach, puncutured his oesophagus, and almost hit a major artery, which would've resulted in death! Now, I suppose that the moral of the story is to never, ever eat fish (at least the boneless kind), but I beg to differ and I refuse to let this story stop me from eating my beloved steam fish and bammy at Port Royal when I'm next home (well, if the diet permits). The fact is that you'd have to be eating pretty damn fast in order to swallow a 9-inch fish bone that would cause that much damage! Even I, the king of inhaling food, knows that you don't eat fish so fast! Anyhow, just a cautionary note to blog friends, especially Stu, to be careful when eating fish! Next thing you know you'll be on the table going under the knife!

Anyhow, I man chat too much, so I gone...gotta go do some class preps and see if any students e-mailed me. Have a good one y'all! And remember, comment generously :).


At 1:01 PM, Blogger Melody said...

What a heck ov a whale-bone that man swallow! Him a sword-swallower a swallow swordfish? Him coulda join de circus to raahtid! Praise God, at least it never kill him, soh hopefully him recoverin' well. Good 4 U, Angry, yu seem very motivated 'bout what yu doin', soh half de battle's already won!

At 2:50 PM, Blogger Sunshine said...

Hi Angry Dog-Glad to hear you've pulled yourself out of the dreaded cavern of depression. The best part is exercising and a good diet. Proud of you.

At 6:10 PM, Blogger Desiree said...

Angry Dog... glad to hear you are past the self-pity and despair and making the move to better health. It's difficult initially (and some days intermittantly as you go on)... but it is so very worth the effort.

That fishbone story is a bit bizarre. How does one 'accidently' swallow something that is 9 inches long? I can't fathom that, and it is definitely not wise as you pointed out some very major dammage can be done internally from it!

At 8:11 PM, Blogger Abeni said...

Good on you to beat the self pity blues.Looking forward to hearing about a leaner,meaner dog:)

At 10:49 PM, Blogger Jdid said...

yes man is true bout losing the weight after 30 thing. Anyway glad to hear you made it back to the gym, keep it up.

At 8:12 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Good luck re the exercise thing, it really hard to keep it up fe true. Re the fish bone swallower, bwoy, that sounds wicked. Had me shivering just to read it.

Mad Bull

At 10:17 AM, Blogger Scratchie said...

nine inches??? No way. What happen? him don't chew his food? Good luck with the diet AD. Paying the money is one thing, using the subscription is another. I have one staff member ho pays his religiously but I think the only time he goes is to pick up a new invoice.

At 10:41 AM, Blogger Campfyah said...

Is a good reason ah doan like fish, ah hate searching fuh de bones, plus ah doan really like de taste anyhow..

Congrats on the exercise tip..I am one for exercising and maintaining a healty lifestyle. Yuh so right about loosing weight after turning 30 and the diabetes things is the best reason to start exercising and eating righ. keep us posted.

At 2:17 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hmmm, so next time I see de mutt, him going look like him need food...ribs showing and ting! ;-) Enjoy the workouts and the diet. It will be motivating when you start to see the results and get compliments.

9" fish bone...mi rass! Actually, I've heard of a man who swallowed a fish bone, got stuck in his rectum requring surgery to remove. Man vowed he would never eat fish again. A month later, he broke the vow....same rahtid ting happened to him. He never eat fish again. Gimme fish any day. Love it. Dr. D.


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