She was trying to hit me, I swear!
It’s always nice when you can combine different interests into one activity. In this case, my interest in hitting people combined with my interest in sticks and a soupçon of helping people in need stirred together well in my activity Saturday morning.
It was a seminar put on by Julie’s Group, a self defense and martial arts group that, combined with the Mid-Ohio IMB school, covers weapons, empty hand, and ground fighting with a focus on Filipino martial arts (escrima, kali, etc) with a Jeet Kune Do philosophical approach. And, due to their affiliation with the Philippines, they have friends and colleagues who were directly affected by the typhoon so all proceeds from paying for the training class are going directly to people who need it. So that felt pretty good. Almost as good as beating up that tiny woman in that picture up there.
If anyone out there would like to assist as well, there is contact information in that Julie’s Group link up there and I’m sure she can arrange to get assistance from you to them.
Since things have been going pretty well lately (other than a little freakout) and since I had been kind of thinking of my weight loss as bulletproof since my trip to Phoenix barely put a dent in it and I settled back into my new normal weight very quickly thereafter, I hadn’t been bothering to step on a scale lately.
So it was rather a shock to see that I’ve gained back about 12 pounds of the weight I lost.
Or at least I’m recognizing it. I’ve been juggling quite a bit lately and there’s crap all over the floor now that I take a breather and glance down.
Ok, so I’ve been pretty slack in some of my posts here. Not up to my usual length (that’s what she said) and fuck all on the quality.
Likewise, running and guitar and studying have all fallen by the wayside or been sorely neglected while I’ve been indulging in other things.
Well, as you may have gathered from the last couple of posts, I fully expected Thanksgiving to totally suck for me. The first big holiday since the Disaster, after all. Bound to be triggerlicious.
Tonight and tomorrow I’m not even going to try. Fuck strength. Fuck willpower. Fuck charm and likability. And productivity.
I have absolutely nothing going on on Thanksgiving and no one to share it with or pretend for or be strong for. I’m going to be wine and nicotine saturated and I’m gonna wallow up in this motherfucker.
Then I’ll put it all away again on Friday and be a good little boy but, for tonight and tomorrow, I’m running up a white flag and surrendering to the Bad Thoughts and that’s fucking that.
Well, the Candid Dates portion of this blog is officially going into the books as a failed experiment. I was uneasy about them all along but the people at the other end of the pseudonyms seemed ok with them.