Saturday School

When I was in middle and high school, I was given a lot of Saturday school detentions.  I got them because I would get regular, after school detention, and I would just not show up.  When I didn't show, they gave me Saturday. Saturday school was four hours, form eight a.m. to noon.  No one would give me a ride to Saturday school because, you know, punishment, or whatever.  I don't know why I didn't just go to the regular, after school one hour version of detention.  I think a lot of it had to do with if I skipped out, I would have a ride home, maybe?  And if I went to detention, I would have to walk home, which was not a short walk.  Yeah, that probably happened, I don't remember.  Or, perhaps I could have avoided detention all together if I had just done my homework every once in a while.  I rarely did my homework, and I got detention A LOT.

Anyway, I was thinking about Saturday school this morning, because I remember being there, tired, bored, and instead of doing homework, I would pass the time by letting my imagination run wild.  I would do this by grabbing a pen and a notebook and writing out professional wrestling shows.  I was a huge, huge wrestling fan in high school.  It was the most important thing in my life at that time.  I had all these characters and story lines,  Rivalries and enemies.  I had gimmicks, factions.  I had this entire roster of wrestlers that I had dreamed up, with champions, and everything, and I would sit there and write out an entire wrestling show in that four hours of sitting there.  I realized this morning that that was really the only time I was ever creative about anything in my life, creative on my own, not forced by assignment by a teacher, or in a group setting like making songs with a band.  Of course, I was massively embarrassed by this little hobby.  I would have died if anyone had found these writings.  Even in the late 90's and early 2000's when wrestling was pretty cool, it was still not that cool.  I felt like some little loser wrestling fan.  But it helped me pass the time while being stuck in a situation that was extremely boring, and kept me alert and excited about what I could come up with next.  I couldn't write fast enough to keep up with my ideas. It was never something I would have ever considered perusing as a career or whatever, but it was a fun little hobby and something that really brought me a lot of personal pride and joy.

So this was just a thought I had this morning and I thought I would share it here on the blog.  Thanks for reading.  Have a great weekend.  

Quinoa!

As a vegetarian, you'd think I'd be all into vegetarian food.  It's not that I'm not into it, it's just that some of it isn't good.  What I'm trying to say here is that I don't like quinoa.  I think it's pretty nasty.  But it's like, the quintessential (thanks, spell check) vegetarian and vegan food.  Aren't I supposed to live off this stuff?

I don't know what it is but it just tastes bad.  That's all.  I'm making some this morning, but it's for my wife because they say it's good for lactating mothers, that it helps them produce more milk.  Well that's just fine, enjoy.  But for me, I don't know, man, I really have to load something on it to make it edible.  Like Sriracha sauce, perhaps?  My wife puts cinnamon and sugar on hers.  It's pretty good, but there's still that weird quinoa taste that comes through.  Not for me, but I'll choke it down because it's good for me.  I'm dedicated to eating good foods...lol.  Also, I need a shave real bad. 

Working Out is the Worst

I've come here today as a self-motivation technique.  I just had a great psych-up speech in my head about why I need to work out and not phone it in today.  Number one, my two options of what to do now that the kids are down for their naps is work out, or take a nap.  I never take naps, but I didn't get to sleep too great last night and a nap sounds fantastic.  I would like to work out here in my living room because I don't want to feel like a sack of shit later on today.  If I take a nap, I probably will sleep until the kids wake up and it will be difficult to take a shower in that scenario.  If I work out, I'll take a shower right after, so that will be done with. So workout it is, I suppose...

I don't feel like telling people about me doing exercise, or any type of physical activity because I feel like when the only thing someone talks about is their fitness, they are douche canoes.  I'm proud of myself for getting off the couch and doing my workouts again because if I want to see a change in my body, I have to work for it.  If I hate the fat guy in the pictures of my kids, I have to make that go away myself, the hard way.  I'm jealous of everyone that works out hard and enjoys working out and being fit.  I don't have that drive, mostly because I don't see instant results.  I know that if I stick to it, the results will show up, but god, it's a lot of work and patience, which is hard because I'm naturally a lazy person.  I just feel like the hill is so hard to climb, it's so far to go, I should just give up right now and stop struggling.

It's day four.  The fourth day of being on the road to fitness.  When you see people that are in shape and clearly work out and take care of themselves, they've been at that way for ages.  On day four, when I step on the scale in the morning and see it has gone up a pound every day this week, I've tried to convince myself that I'm just adding muscle, but I don't really believe that.  I believe that I'm just making my muscles sore for no reason and I'll always be a chubby kid.  I'm going to work out now, but I don't really want to.  It's not going to change the way I feel in the morning.  It's not going to change anything this week.  I guess if I keep pounding my head against this wall, maybe one day it'll break through, but I feel that I'll just end up with a headache.