First .75 Mile : Man..nothing like a nice cool morning to go for a run…this kicks ass..I feel great!
Next .25 Mile : Feelin it now, oh yeah.
Next .25 Mile : Good lord, are we there yet?
Finaly .25 Mile : Dear God in heaven, why am I doing this to myself?
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I did, however, have a chance to check my BP this week…10 pts lower on the top, 15 lower on the bottom, than it ws in January when I got my Chantix.
So I guess I’m doing SOMETHING right.
For whatever reason (I’m told it comes from some movie…apparently one I haven’t seen and didn’t miss) the “what has two thumbs and …THIS GUY!” meme has gained popularity recently. The intent, I believe, is to suggest that one points at others with an index finger, but makes a “point-at-self” gesture with the thumbs to indicate one’s self.
I’m guessing the reason for the meme’s popularity is that it’s fresh, new, and unique…because pretty clearly, nobody points at themselves in the real world.
Just last week, an acquaintance suggested that she hoped Tennessee’s gubernatorial candidates would, in an upcoming debate, address a question she’d e-mailed for consideration. What, she wanted to know, did they plan to do to fix the fact that Tennessee is the 2nd fattest state in the nation?
Apparently it is up to government to fix us. We’re broke, it seems…fat, lazy, piles of lard…and the gubmint must remedy this.
Just this morning, USA Today says the evil egg companies have resort[ed] to blaming the victim for the recent salmonella outbreak.
“Somewhere along the line, consumers have to be responsible for what they put in their bodies.” Consumers who don’t cook their eggs all the way through “are taking a risk on themselves.”
No way.
How dare the evil big company suggest that you might possibly be responsible for what food you ingest. Why, they even have the unmitigated gall to recommend that you follow common health guidelines in preparing your food! Why, they’ve even go so far as to print them on the cartons!
Bastards.
Wall Street Journal’s in on the act as well. This morning, they’ve taken it upon themselves to warn the poor victims of the world that some credit cards aren’t subject to the CARD Act
Professional cards aren’t covered under the Credit Card Accountability and Responsibility and Disclosure Act of 2009, or Card Act for short. Among other things, the law prohibits issuers from controversial billing practices such as hair-trigger interest rate increases, shortened payment cycles and inactivity fees—but it doesn’t apply to professional cards
You see, the problem is:
“A lot of consumers really don’t know the difference, and some of the wording on the offers can be ambiguous,” says Beverly Harzog of Cardratings.com, a consumer-education website.
Oh my. Consumers don’t know the difference, and the wording of the offer is vague and ambiguous.
So hey…just go ahead and sign an offer you don’t understand. Put your signature to an unclear contract. By all means, apply for credit under terms you can’t distinguish from one another.
It’s really quite alright…the gubmint will protect you, and punish the evil companies trying to make a profit.
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We are a nation of simple mindeed blamers. Everything must be someone else’s fault. We are victims, incapable of making decisions in our own best interest, and unwilling to accept risk of any sort. We have no thumbs.
We are disgusting fatbodies.
I have just one question for each one of you…
In the very short time you are given on this Earth, you have but one true posession…one tangible asset that is yours and yours alone from the moment you enter the world…
Your life.
Why is it that you are so EAGER to give up control of and responsibility for it?
Why do you all want to be slaves?
7/28/2010 : .214 miles
8/25/2010 : 1.272 miles
I’m still a disgusting fatbody…but now I’m a disgusting fatbody who can pretty reliably run a mile.
Ran 61% farther (before stopping in a desperate attempt to breathe) today than I did when i started all this on Tuesday…been running just a bit farther each day before stopping to walk, and then finishing each day in a run. I’ve finished the last 2 days in what passes for a sprint from me these days.
I’m still a disgusting fatbody, but at least I feel as though I’m doing something about it now.
So I realized last weekend I’m roughly one large Thanksgiving dinner away from being “that guy” on a roller coaster. I’m no longer “heavy, sir”…I am a disgusting fatbody.
So here’s a new category where I may…or may not…talk about the decision to use the second half of the year to return to some sort of shape other than round. I figure the principles are pretty much the same as all the other Libertarian/Self Responsibility/Act Your Wage stuff I espouse on here, so why not?
And…in celebration of our new category, R. Lee Ermy at his Gunny Hartman best.
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