Ouch At The Gym

Today at the gym, three women were talking. From the sound of it, they were all really good friends. As soon as one of the pack left, the other two pulled out their fangs. One of them said something like "she really hasn't lost as much weight as she thinks". The other agreed and said it was not time for her to wear tights yet. They also said something like just because the woman worked out, it didn't give her liberty to still eat fast foods.

Ouch!!

Wow. I don't ever remember being with a pack of guys that talked like that. I wonder when I leave if my buddies say things like "he still has a belly". I wonder if they even notice things like this. At least I don't wear tights.

"Healthy" Salad Bars

Have you ever noticed that salad bars now how the fixings that can create a 2500 calorie salad? Items like genuine real chopped up bacon bits (my favorite--I usually get a bowl full and then add lettuce leaves as garnish), butter fried croutons drizzled with shaved parmesan cheese, cheese blocks themselves, anchovies, and even the dressings themselves are loaded with calories.

So at times I like to fool myself into thinking that I'm eating healthy by opting for the salad bar, however just ordering a steak and baked potato, minus the bar would have given me less calories than the nine trips I've made creating a "healthy" salad.

With A Little Help

A few days ago, I did something that I don't ordinarily do. It's not that I don't believe in charity. I give money to charities whenever I can. I sponsor my friends in fund raising marathons/walkathons and other events. But I usually don't give money to those asking for it on the street.

A few days ago, I was passing a man who stood outside his car asking for a few bucks to buy gas. Apparently his car had run out of gas in the middle of a mall parking lot. I noticed that a few other persons ignored this man, not even stopping to let him finish his sentence. As I passed him, he told me that he only needed a dollar or so, just to get enough gas into his tank to get home. I told him that I didn't carry cash and that I was sorry. As I passed his car, I saw a baby carrier in the back seat of his car. There was an infant in it.

I turned around and gave the man some money. I told him to have a good night and to drive home safely. He smiled and said thank you, opened his trunk and searched for a gas container. When I saw that child seat in his car, something inside told me that he wasn't lying, that he had honestly broken down in the parking lot. Maybe it was the fact that he wasn't holding his child outside the car and using the child as a prop to get sympathy. The cool chill in the air may have had something to do with my sudden feeling of compassion. I don't know. And I had already felt bad for lying in the first place (telling him I had no cash).

I hope wherever they are, they had made it home, safe and sound.

If I am not mistaken, I think Lee Ann, had written a similar post to this one about a year ago.

Happy Halloween

Have a happy halloween!!

I will be gaining weight because of all the left over candy I'm sure I will consume...

Everyone have a safe and fun weekend!

Late Night Sales

Late at night, you see some of the funkiest commercials and items for sale. Some of these commercials make it to day time too (like that shammy cloth one--you know the product, I'm not going to give it any press here).

But a couple nights ago, there was an info-commercial for sex toys!! For sex toys!! And of course I was interested and watched. All kinds of different stuff. Stuff made of glass, microwaveable sculptures and even freezer friendly stuff. Every color, shape and material too.

I thought it very professional that the sales girls kept straight faces while selling these items.

I also have seen the increase one's size and longevity commercials. And the companies have patrons that aren't afraid to admit they needed the size increasing magic bean. Very open minded and brave that they are able to admit on television that their tally-whacker isn't up to par. They can even do it with a smile on their face. I don't think I would be smiling if I had to talk about my danglies in an open forum with cameras and crew members surrounding me. But you go guys!!

Just some weird stuff that happens in the wee hours of the morning.

Scary Movies

A friend of mine is trying to get me to watch one of the Halloween thrillers with our other friends. I'm such a chicken, that I refuse. I am that person who was freaked out by the witch in the Wizard of Oz (as a child, I could never watch the whole munchkin scene because she popped out of nowhere). Even those B-rated thrillers with horrible make-up and costumes scare me (you know like Friday the 13th Part 900)!!!

I continually tell them that I will scream like a woman and will jump 10 feet out of my chair. I think they actually want to catch me on video and put it on youtube. Not sure why they insist on dragging me to these things. I do not enjoy them. I can't sleep for days (after the last movie they dragged me to, I slept with the lights on and then a night light for about a week).

I'm going to pretend to be sick, just until they watch these flicks.

The Future

One of my favorite new shows is Flash Forward.

The premise of this show is that everyone passes out at the same time and has a glimpse of their future.

I am wondering, since they do have this privilege, can they do something to change it? They are fully aware of what they see, so in the course of time, should they do something to change that path?

If my future "flash" weren't favorable, I may do something to alter it, to make it more favorable.

At the same time however, I don't think I would do anything to alter my past. Yeah, maybe there are things that I could change. But should I? After all, everything that has happened in my past has made me the person that I am today. There were lessons learned and people that I met because of the course I took.

I may try and change the future, but I'm pretty happy with my past.