Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Energy
So I like this. I have energy and feel that I have energy and know that I have energy reserves and lots of them. A few years ago I wouldn't "feel" like running or know that I could run and not be bothered about running back but rather be happy about running back happy about the greater distances and pushing myself maybe pushing isn't right but now I have goals that are pulling me towards them and it feels wonderful. Dance.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Food Doesn't Matter
You hear of people that say it doesn't matter what you eat. Moderation in all things. Etc... How many of these people are impressively healthy? Don't dumbly listen to people for information or attitudes if they're not showing you the results you want. You should want results that are better than anything you've seen. Your potential has not been demonstrated to be limited.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Eat the Best
You have the option to eat the best, and you don't.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
80 10 10 For the Win
50 miles on the bike today. Never done that before. It really was not a big deal at all. Averaged probably around 15 miles an hour. Didn't push myself. I feel like energy is bubbling up and over and my habits and lifestyle and pursuits simply change as a function of my increased energy focus and determination.
Sweet as fruit sugar.
I am realizing that it has been quite some time on the plan now and things are getting so much easier. I've had some struggles on the way up and it's just continuing up and centering in. Mmm Lord.
I spit amazing poetry on the bike. Yelling shouting owning toning. Honing my all one ness. My holistic miracle. My sanctity of space. My opening to grace. My letting go of face.
Sweet as fruit sugar.
I am realizing that it has been quite some time on the plan now and things are getting so much easier. I've had some struggles on the way up and it's just continuing up and centering in. Mmm Lord.
I spit amazing poetry on the bike. Yelling shouting owning toning. Honing my all one ness. My holistic miracle. My sanctity of space. My opening to grace. My letting go of face.
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