Friday, December 31, 2004

. . .I am getting no idea for a post, so here goes

*ahem* So, those new year resolutions that'll be coming up soon enough, since this will probably be my last post of 2004. As we lean over to the year of 2005, already there are those out there formulating their little list of things they want to accomplish. They think they are going to lose such-and-such a weight, they are going to travel to such-and-such a place, they are going to change this-or-that about the world. It goes on and on. It does not stop.

Approximately 75% of these "resolutions" will dwindle down to never being accomplished. And the year of 2005 will slew past, with people doing what they usually do in America: being workaholics, eating a lot of food, loving their families. These aren't necessarily bad things. But I think working is.

There should be a Workaholics Anonymous formed. There should also be a New Year's ban against resolutions, because they are mostly pointless. They are good-intentioned, and all, but they are usually never fully realized and conceived. Instead they are born aborted fetuses of themselves, weird looking creatures created by us, with no functionality whatsoever. I don't know, maybe scientists'll figure a way to use the aborted fetuses of our "resolutions" and use their stem cells to patch us up and complete our desired resolutions.

Or not, because the reality sets in, and it is that if you want something you have to usually work hard to get it. Things don't just happen, you've got to take it in your hands and shape it up.

Take me for example. I've never been a physically-oriented person whatsoever. I was always in the back when we ran the mile. I could never do a pull-up. I was out of shape. I used to be overweight, my parents used to call me "jumbo" so I became near-anorexic. I ate about one meal a day, a measly meal consisting of nothing. I biked and walked. I weighed about 140 pounds.

Now I'm back up to about 155, and I work out each day after school. I either bike 10 miles or run 2 miles (I can now run a mile in about 7 minutes, probably even faster), and then do 125 sit-ups, and then bench press. I started off with just the bar, mainly, on benching. Now I'm lifting 85 and I can do about 10 reps. When I come off break I plan to add 5 more pounds to each side, making it 95. And I have a goal: I want to be able to rep 130 or so pounds 10 times.

While on break, I've mainly been playing DDR. I went up to Dickinson last Friday and that's all I did. I think the first day I burned about 1,500 calories or so, and the next 2,500, and 1,000 or so the next. I was up there five days and I played it most of the time with my second cousins (we aren't blood related at all) and my cousin Ally's friend Josh, who's a cool guy.

The point is, saying you are going to do something, and actually doing it and following completely through with it are different things. Resolutions are pointless. What has a point is setting a goal and actively doing it, and sticking with it no matter what.

When I work out after school I am not always in the mood to work out, but I do it. When I go to the Steak Buffet I hate it, but I have to work there or get a better job because I've got car payments to pay and insurance to pay because I have set a goal to own the car eventually.

Do instead of say.
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