2012

Expectations 2012-

{Weight Issue}
 It's about that time of year again. The time of year when we throw the old us over our shoulders and walk on down to the recycling plant to pick us up a brand new "us". We do and say the same thing year in and year out but how many of us actually take the time to follow through on one of our resolutions? I haven't made a resolution at the start of the year for many years in a row now. Mostly because while I would like to change many things about myself, It seems sort of silly to wait a whole year or any amount of time to get to work on these tasks.

    Sometime in 2011 I started to get a lot more serious about loosing weight, so I did. I'm not exactly sure how I did it though. I believe it may have been cutting out the sodas for dinner or wafting away any tasty treats that I didn't absolutely need to keep my sugar levels correct. (Yes, I am some sort of diabetic. I say some sort because I am actually not completely clear on what type I actually have. All I know is that low is good, but it is possible to go too low. So for any medical professional or students out there, have fun with that one.) It may have been my partial sushi diet that I picked up from my previous job. It also may have been the fact that I was a bit more active socially and didn't give myself the usual amount of free boredom time that I previously had. At any rate, progress was made and is still being made. I recently discovered that in full casual mode ( all clothing completely on including shoes, a hefty coat and all my daily essentials in my pocket) that I weight around 295; the lightest I have been in about 10 years. The realization was bittersweet indeed. On one hand I was a bit ashamed of myself for letting my weight get the better of me. But, on the other hand, I had accomplished something spectacular in my mind. Not only did I barely work out beyond my duties at work, but in the process I had lost around 35-50 pounds over the course of about 14 months. There goes another estimation. For someone with a few serious but manageable health issues, I sure don't know all of the superfluous facts that I could. Anyway, hear I stand! A lighter and more focused me. While I won't be gracing the television at night with my perfect, steroid charged abs, I am on the road to an entirely new world in which I have never laid eyes on. Each new pound lost feels like like Neil Armstrong's first step on that big'ol hunk of cheese. I try not to over dramatize the situation but if you could be in these shoes or wrapped in this loose belt, you might understand.

{The Return of School}
   Yyyuuuppp! It would seem to be that time of year again. The time of year when the NFL playoffs start and every team gets a new chance to make it big and show off a bit. And just as they get to restart their season, all the young ladies and old farts ( and everyone else ) get another chance to better themselves with a higher education.
   Now, I don't want to send the wrong message here. I do have a few serious issues with the education system in this country in general, but I am thankful as well for all the opportunities awarded to it's citizens. I also will not go overboard with excitement here as I am very far behind the rest of the pack as far as credit hours go. But alas, better late than never. My school situation reminds me of a quote by a little green guy named Yoda. He said, "Do or do not. There is no try." This is true for us all in the end. Either we did something, or we didn't. So while we wait for that day we can at least try until we get there.

{Writing projects}
Strangely or not, this blog isn't really on my list of writing projects. As much time and effort as I put into these things, this medium is more of a public journal of my thoughts rather than completely professional column. I don't plan on working at a newspaper or news organization anytime soon but I can see why they would find writing appealing. It is a great stress reliever and causer and you actually figure out a thing or two about yourself in the process. Distractions are a writers worst enemy though. One game of Modern Warfare 3 turns into a multiple hour affair if you don't keep track of your work. Progress isn't cheap either. Most of the time I spend on a blog is actually second guessing and editing. Writing anything is much like a movie; you can produce something around 3-8 hours in length after your first edit and still have to bring it down further until the audience gets the gist of it without getting bored of it. So, while this isn't everything I would like to say, you understand the summation of the whole.

{Mensa}
I'll try to keep this short and unpretentious so bear with me.

Basically, way back in the day, I was one of those "talented and gifted" assholes. I was also told by either the principle or someone else with privileged information that my I.Q. was somewhere in the mid 120's. The problem with this is, recently, many sources have stated that letting the students know of their intelligence information is illegal. At the same time, I have also talked to others from Texas public schools that have also received such information directly from the schools. I don't like to make huge issues out of it, but I am also rarely wrong and rarely misquote personal events.

So now, I am a bit older and much less accomplished in these times than I was in days past. So in my search to better myself I have come to the conclusion that I may qualify for membership in a certain group called Mensa. This group consists of people whose intelligence falls within the top 2% of their respective societies. Back in the school days my intelligence would have fallen within the top 7% or so. Good, but not great. For some, this would be enough but for me, it just won't do. As of September of last year I made it my goal to become truly elite and join the ranks of Mensa members. I have told many friends about this goal and some laugh as if they didn't believe I could do it. Apparently making B's in an inner city slum dog ghetto fest and doing coke gives you great insight into others' potential. As few or many that believe in me and my goals, all that really matters is what I know. While some sit contently wishing for a better tomorrow, I am nearly killing myself to make it happen with the god/nature given talent that I possess.

{In whole}
At the end of this year I hope to be at least as satisfied as I was at the end of last year. As long as old enemies and demons don't creep back into my mind, I think I will be just fine.