May 16, 2013 § Leave a comment
Warning: This is not a health-related blog post. This has absolutely nothing to do with exercise so if you are only reading this blog because you want to follow my workout editorials, this is not the blog post for you. That being said, you should read it anyways cause it’s pretty funny.
So this morning I was getting my Trenta Green Tea at my Starbucks and noticed something that made me think and apparently inspired me to write a post. There was a homeless man standing at the exit of the Starbucks, begging for money. Now, this alone is nothing extraordinary. In fact, I’m surprised when I don’t see homeless people at Starbucks. What was exceptional was where we were. This was at the Summerlin Starbucks in Las Vegas. Summerlin is the “nice” part of Vegas. You hardly ever see homeless people wandering around Summerlin.
Not only did this guy make a personal decision to move himself and his belongings all the way up to Summerlin, but he probably chose the single best place to beg for money.
How do you feel in the morning when you stop by your local coffee spot and get your joe to go? You feel great! Like you’re finally starting your day off. Let’s be honest, the day can’t possibly start until we get a little caffeine in our systems. What a perfect moment for someone to ask you for money! This guy is a genius! 1. He goes to the rich part of town. 2. He begs at a Starbucks. 3. He begs at the Exit to the Starbucks.
While I didn’t stop and give him money, the guy in the fancy Mercedes in front of me certainly did as well as the person in back of me…which leads me to the next question…am I a horrible horrible person for not giving the poor genius homeless man my money???
Here are my top places to beg for money in Las Vegas:
1. Starbucks in a upscale neighborhood.
2. Right outside the arrivals gate at McCarren (lots of happy people arriving in Vegas, lots of sad people departing).
3. Outside of a spa/salon (guilt factor. you’ve just been primped and prettied and then you see this poor soul who hasn’t showered in forever begging for your loose change.)
4. Outside of a bank (for obvious reasons).
5. On Sunday outside Church (another genius idea)
6. On Saturday outside Temple (although technically you are not allowed to handle money on Shabbat, all’s fair game outside a reform synagogue).
Any other good ones?
May 14, 2013 § 2 Comments
I started an all natural, preservative-free organic juice diet this morning. It ended 5 hours later. Yech! How do people serious do this?! Just thinking about the green nastiness I consumed makes me want to barf.
May 13, 2013 § 1 Comment
Ok, one more post cause I just thought of something. I’m obviously not doing something right so if anyone has suggestions on exercise, diet, etc…please feel free to chime in. I’m open to everything! I can’t starve myself and I have literally the biggest appetite on the planet but I try very hard not to eat crap (only) and to make good choices. So, what I really need is someone who knows what they are doing telling me what to do, what to eat and when to do it.
If you are that person, you are hired. I won’t pay you but seeing me lose weight will be payment enough : )
May 13, 2013 § 1 Comment
I have not abandoned my blog! I have not stopped exercising! Ok, so some days here and there, I’m fucking exhausted and the last thing I want to do when I get home from work and picking up the kid is to exercise. Nor do I want to shorten my sleep length by waking up at the butt crack of dawn to exercise.
That being said, I really have not stopped. I’m loving my new heart monitor. I understand its purpose now. If I’m in my target heart rate and am moving around, I will burn calories. If I’m at the peak of my target heart rate or slightly higher and move my tush I burn even more calories! The other day I burned something like 530 calories in a 55 minute workout where the time before I did this workout, I had only burned like 485. Why? because my heart rate was much higher and I pushed myself much more. So what’s the problem? I haven’t lost any weight. Nothing. Nada. Zero. I don’t care how my clothes feel or if my friends say that my waist looks slimmer. Bullshit. I want to see it on the scale. I want to see it on the scale or what’s the point? I know I’m stronger. My last fit test showed me that in spades. Some exercises I double in from the first time. My push-ups especially! But not 1 fucking pound.
I’m not going to give up though. I’m not stopping until I can look at a picture taken of me and proudly tag myself on facebook. That moment won’t come anytime soon but it has to come eventually.