I can not stand it any longer. This article has been brewing beneath my blogo-genentics forever and I must compile my thoughts and notes and churn it out. I JUST got finished scanning an article about why PB2 (a powdered peanut butter) is BAD for you, because of blah blah de blah blah. (I use it because it blends better in shakes and it tastes amazing and YES IT HAS SUGAR IN IT but it’s better than a nutter butter or a Reese’s and regular /natural peanut (or almond etc) butter doesn’t blend as well). You know what? Just STOP it already! My article is not about PB2 or PB3 or PB780. This article is about the constant confusion we are creating within the nutrition industry for any “newcomers” who are researching on ways to get healthy! WE MAKE IT TOO CONFUSING.
Archive for September, 2012
Oh the ideas I had 3 hours ago. You see, I’m in this Personal Development/Personal Growth stage in my life, where I am determined to reach my goals, adhere to my “time management schedule” and ‘Just Do It’ per say like the commercial. You know the one that comes on SUPER LOUD , while you are eating a bag of cheetos ,on the sofa in a snuggie, or snuglet, quiltie, or quiltswaddler, fuzzy robe, or maybe a towel because its summer and you’re too lazy to change out of your swim suit but you need the towel so the sofa doesn’t get too wet and mildewy. My point being, your comfortable, and the lady with the hot-pink athletic bra, the black running shorts with;tousled, yet perfectly- placed hair is RUNNING up a mountain, (not hiking, she’s RUNNING. ) drenched in sweat, YET maybe she has a little lip gloss on, towards the top of the mountain,and you are like, wait, she’s trying to run to the top of the mountain and she stopped to put her JUICY-LIPS-POUT-PLUS ON. Yeah that one, that strikes the ADHD chord AND the motivational chord all in a 2 minutes sound/video byte? Where you JUST might get motivated to DO IT. And you ponder, I just need to “Just do it”, ………. ( PS if you are a dude reading this, your motivating image would be the shirtless Matt McConaughey doing something. Anything. really.)
Nom. Nom. Nom. on the cheetos.
So ‘Just do WHAT’, what should we be doing?”…The moral of this post or the plot, the take-away, is we all have goals and dreams right? We all schedule our time out on our planners (to some degree) and forget that LIFE is unpredictable. It doesn’t matter if you are single, no kids, dating, single with kids, married, no kids, not married, kid, kids who are not married who have kids, on TLC’s version Big Love with a few wives and lots of kids, two dads/two moms/ with kids, the Cleavers with kids, or Dumphys with kids or you really like dogs and you have a slew of them, or maybe you run a day care and a pet grooming shop so you have lots of kids and pets to deal with daily. Bottom line, we are ALL BUSY and in this day and age, life goes lightening fast. I suspect in twenty years when I’m busting out my 17th novel, the camera person who takes my picture for the jacket on the book, is going to be a darn hologram. I won’t even meet him. (or her)and I doubt I’ll even have the chance to get ready because he will just pop up like that person that texts at all inopportune times of the day.
The reason I’m writing this is that I had 12-2, on my schedule to “work on blog” and “re-write goals”. Guess what happened? No, I didn’t turn on the TV and get lost in a Matthew MCconaughey Bro-RoMance-a-dramady. Nope. I didn’t turn on the Young and the Resetless (because yes I tape it -to speed-watch it from time to time) to see if any of the babies born last year on the show are now coming home from College and running their Dad’s company. Nope, didn’t do that. Did something unpredictable happen? Kids got sick? Small tremble in the earth? Trip over a massive pile of legos & sprain my ankle? Chase loose crickets that got out of their Green Mile cage where they go to “marinate” and “gut-bust” before “meat-ing” their Maker- Echo, the Beaded Dragon? Take a Nap? Eat a Snack? No, none of that happened, I didn’t get distracted nor did a life altering event occur forcing me to fall of my stream-lined path of Super-Mom productivity.
I spent.Two. Hours. Trying to upload an Avatar. And it’s not even that great of a picture. I literally just kept clicking and re-sizing pictures, randomly , till I figured it out. That might have been part of my problem, maybe if I put a little more effort into figuring out how to post teeny, tiny, itsy, bitsty , weensy picture on Tumblr , rather than mindlessly blowing through tons of pictures and re-sizing whatever I could find and doing this for two hours,I would have had this finished in like two minutes.
My point being, friends, colleagues, Social Media compadres etc, Life is Unpredictable. It’s messy (GASP, shall I utter, like our current campaign.) I want to inspire you to seize what you have in front of you and relish in it’s joy. Relish in your messy life, create goals, YES, but do not fret about not adhering to every single moment of every single day as according to your day timer, your Iphone scheduler, your massive piles of laundry that didn’t get done, or whatever the case may be. If you know me, I’m not a perfectionist, but I am a , humm, a “Oh my gosh, what if I don’t get such and such done and this happens and then this happens and then Oprah comes to visit while I’m on vacation and my house is a mess, and oh my gosh, is that a giant cadillac with purple lightening bolts, wow that so cool, I wonder how they did that, okay, wow it’s hot out. I need tea.” Bottom line, I tend to get 10 steps ahead of myself, before I can get clarity and accomplish my “goals” or reach towards my dreams. I’m a little messy. A little SCRAPPY. I’m ok with that. I’m working towards being more organized, less frantic, less “worried”, and enjoy what’s right in front of me at this very moment. A roof over my head. A laundry machine that holds a MASSIVE amount of clothes. A dishwasher that won’t quit , even though I kind of want it too, bc it doesn’t work very well. A fantastic husband who has supported me through countless battles “within myself” to “find myself” (or my keys, phone , sunglases, chaptstick). A wonderful sister who I just “got back” seven months ago. The rest of my famiy who means more to me than they may know, Fantastic friends and neighbors who have been with me through thick and thin, and Two beautiful, amazing kids, that fill my heart up with emotion I didn’t know exisited.