Working out

I hit the gym this morning. I’d love to add, like I do every day. Sadly, that’d be a lie. I haven’t worked out in far too long. It’s so long it’s embarrasing, and I don’t embarrass easily.

The good news is I made it, and it’s a really nice rooftop gym. I took pictures, it was so nice. Laying in bed, I got the idea that now that I found my workout clothes, I can go, and then blog about it. Blogging was my inspiration for finally working out! Nice. I worked out so I could blog about it. I needed something to blog about, so I worked out. There’s a joyful, zen-like yin-yang thing happening there I think. Or I’m just light-headed and need to rest now. Either way, it happened, and now I am feeling energized to continue, sign up for a few little training sessions maybe.

This also encourages me to eat healthy. Nothing like watching the calorie counter on the elliptical machine to realize I need to watch my calorie intake! I’m thinking of grilling fish on my BBQ; I love seafood. Add some green beans. Have a nice relaxing lunch.

Thanks for reading, you’ve inspired me today! Maybe I can return the favor sometime.

If only I could get my cats to work out. They sleep way too much.

“Homeless Fantasy” comment/post

I read Angie’s post “Homeless Fantasy“, and loved it… as I am captivated by much that she does (especially karakoe).  I left a comment, and then figured it would make a good blog post of my own:

I’ve always had preconceived notions that homeless people are where they are at because of a few simple reasons, like they met with really hard time, got into drugs, are mentally ill, or even all of the above.

I have a friend that was actually homeless for a while, great guy, but got back on his feet. He had a drug problem, got help. Refuses to give money to homeless, instead educates them on the shelters, counseling, drug rehab options, etc.

I have another friend, she’s SDPD. She works near Downtown, dealing with homeless all the time. Meth. It’s an evil drug, and she also refuses (when out socially) to give them money for that reason. Won’t even buy them food. Honestly, I think she hopes they starve and die, no joke. (She’s also Republican. LOL).

Another friend, she only cares about the homeless people with dogs… she wants to save the dog. She is concerned that the dog is not fed, wants to call animal control, etc… Not the people.

All in all, it is what it is… I just live my life and appreciate every day that they are a very small, sometimes entertaining, sometimes scary part of it, that I hope to never truly have to understand completely.