the sunshine state of mind

from the endomorph:

keeping up a strict routine at gym is about as hard as walking on eggs …
no one will ever be able to tell me any different.
even on days i absolutely love going, the mission of going home, getting dressed and going back out can be an obstacle, especially when it is that cold outside and for some reason you seem to own a lot more gym shorts than sweat pants.
yet i have managed to bite down on the complaints and stepped up to stepping out.

i have dropped two pants sizes and lost about 15kg now with 20%BF – thats body fat … not boyfriend … as i am not sure
how one accurately measures that.
all of a sudden people here and there are saying … oh my you’ve lost weight … thank God … means it’s working i guess.
but oh the little sins in the kitchen … i am still battling with those a bit.
i can kill off a block of cheese faster than a possessed mouse of steroids.
and the late night craving for sommit sweet, why always at 11pm ??
i think there is an invisible fairy in my house that comes out at night sprinkling sweet fairy dust all over my senses.
how stupid we are to tell ourselves it’s ok to cheat a little here and there because tomorrow we will be back at gym working up a sweat and working out the chocolate of the night before.

this is just another vicious cycle that i like to create for myself.
investing in something that is hard work to obtain something that i really want without the effort of sticking to the rules.
a good body starts when you are not at gym …. thats what “they” all say.
and i know in my deepest lindt chocolate tormented heart that it is the truth.
it probably also isn’t as hard as the walk from my car in em shorties through the wind and rain to the very confusing revolving door of my gym.
(i always seem to make it stop when i am on the inside momentarily turning me into living art – tis the blond of my nature)

how to break the cycle … i don’t know yet … and will keep you up to date if i find something that works, a method or a spell.
perhaps it will just be admitting to myself that it is pointless to do one and not the other, perhaps i will acknowledge that now is probably the time to start, to try even a little harder than i have done before.
that saying no is not as much effort as an hour on the treadmill, and that an hour on the treadmill will be better spent loosing another kg than keeping off on that may have been gained the night before.

i would like to loose another 10kg’s before the summer. i have about 3 months to achieve this goal and the one thing i am very proud of is the fact that i still have a goal.
the other thing that i am very proud of is the fact that lately i am starting to do these things for myself, the focus has shifted from making someone else happy to finding a little warm place in the sun where i can just stretch out and be a little more of what there is behind the veil of a person i have been pretending to be.
there is nothing wrong with pretending for a while, if we have to do this to survive. i would have to guess one just needs to know when the time has come to lift the veil so that we won’t find ourselves lost in an act that just is to hard to turn back on.

i am guessing  that my time has come.
to keep looking back is going to make going forward a lot harder.
even if the sun is in your eyes, it will eventually be above you in the perfect place, merely shining down on you.
for now it might be good to squint a little, to walk straight into it, leaving the shadows behind.

the best part of this is that the sun comes out everyday and that it is never to late for any endomorph to start crawling, walking, running.
we are all champions to ourselves and being our own super-hero might just be the best rescuing act of our lives.

good luck .
to all
and
good luck … to me.

“Blood, sweat and tears”

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from the Endomorph :
the replay …

If this were a journal I think it would have to read something like this:

May 14th 2013

Traffic, strikes and a country in turmoil .
Chaos has followed me around the entire week , robbing me of my spare time, trapping me in a situation that I cannot change as
an individual, leaving me frustrated and angry!
I am not alone, I share this frustration with thousands of others.
Again in an already failing economy our entire public transportation system has been sabotaged by nationwide strikes.
Thousands of people are left stranded and battle to find their way to work and back home again.
The roads are flooded with cars and jammed from one end to the other.
A 30 min journey is taking 2 hours to complete, sometimes more.
Our governments sits back, takes little notice of the man trying to put food on his table, why should they, when they have been put there
to govern without cause.
It’s known that they are escorted during their travels with brigades of armoured cars flashing blue lights so that all must stand aside and let them pass.
Not so easy for the rest of us.
South-Africa is infected with corruption, a disease spreading so deep into her core that I doubt if she will ever be cured again.
South-Africa is dying.
Even the beautiful die. A beautiful country has collapsed, left alone to die, with no one to care for her in the last years of her life.
Most of us don’t know how, we’re not qualified.
The ones who are  qualified steal her last riches while she is down and use her weakness against her. It’s the perfect time,
the world is too busy to care. Too many countries are ill with the same infection. And unfortunately for us South-Africa does not belong to the debutantes of Europe.
She is left, no one noticing as she comes crashing down the flight of stairs. The pretty girls from the right side of the tracks steal the show, no one will help her up, eventually it will be too late.
People who no longer live here make documentaries of what a miracle the transition was. How amazing it was to see a country change it’s values. They ran from the transition though, they do not suffer with the rest of us, there is no miracle in corruption.
There is no democracy if the only change is changing the victim.
There is no democracy if the initial victim has never been healed.
There is no democracy if hate has just changed colour.
The miracle most of us wanted was just a magic trick, flawlessly executed, fooling us into believing we will become strong together, when the plan was to separate us even more.
The smart ones saw it coming and left quickly, before the world closed their doors to us.
The rest of us are sitting in traffic, wondering when the price of fuel will increase again, and how our president will spend foreign aid on his family home instead of the desperately hungry and homeless.
Then again we won’t know, because after the great “miracle” the #SECRECY ACT of South Africa prevents us talking about it.
Our leaders have convinced the world that they are now looking after their own, that we are singing and dancing hand in hand in the street, the rest is a secret to everyone.
My friend from Zimbabwe tells me their country had caught the same kind of flu many years ago for which there was no cure until the day of her death.
Make a documentary about that miss Theron and Bishop Tutu.
Tell the world how we have come together as a nation, together in our equal neglect, our equal desperation, our equal devastation.
Tell them from your home in Miami and your lounge on the hill.
Another magic trick! Forget to interview the man and woman living in an informal settlement, still living there since the “miracle”,
still without running water, still without a toilet , still without a school, a doctor or bed.
Show me the miracle of this while we are standing in a road lined with homes made from garbage and scrap, and I will show you
a magic trick too…
but this is not a journal, this is a blog about fitness, so whats my point.
Point is … fuckers robbed me of my gym time and it was virtually impossible to get to do something that ads meaning to my life because of the ripple effect caused by my current every day situation.

fast forward …

I get that all the “super-hero’s” say fitness is the mentality to create time to accommodate a dedicated lifestyle.
I failed terribly at this, I could barley manage to accommodate brushing my teeth never mind my fitness routine.
They never tell you what to do when that happens in the “body for life” and “super abs in 60 second” books.
I was going strong, and then I just couldn’t get to gym.
Did I gain a pound. Perhaps I did.
Did I suffer the wrath of the gym gods, n0 I didn’t !
Things happen to normal people.
The blood, sweat and tears we spend just getting through the average day is enough to show us that we are not quitters!
We are already dedicated to the impossible, SURVIVAL!
So I have to go to gym on a Sunday to catch up, same as working late to catch up.
So I lost a day or two and ate inconsistently, but those were the circumstances, and that was the best I managed to do.
The one thing I have learned from excepting a glitch here and there is that it is easier to get back into balance as soon as things even out a bit.
When the ocean is rough you can’t fish.
When life is rough you can’t always get to gym.
Try and restore the balance (***note to self) first by calming yourself down,
this will have better results when your working out anyway!
However fess up and grow a pair, don’t just walk away forever, a few days or a week is not forever!
As “Dori” says in #Finding Nemo “JUST KEEP SWIMMING!”
There is a truth to gym, and life and dieting that we should never forget,
“FALL DOWN 7 TIMES, GET UP 8!! “,
Sorry it’s not the secret to getting abs in 60 seconds that I just dedicated to myself more than any one else here, but perhaps I have talked myself into getting my ass back on the treadmill today and getting back to beating that unsightly bulge that makes flying coach even more terrible than …. well flying coach !

“Just keep swimming dudes!”

“Hair Fitness”

Have your hair professionally cut

Have your hair professionally cut

the "one" I chose !

the “one” I chose !

"short sides high top, thin face!"

“short sides high top, thin face!”

"sharp and business like!"

“sharp and business like!”

"ruggedly sporty but still neat"

“ruggedly sporty but still neat”

"casual and strong"

“casual and strong”

from the “Endomorph”

I have lost a few cm’s around the waist over the past month, but as for some “Endomorphs” I loos weight at a particularly
slow rate.
So one of the deepest pot-holes in the road to fitness freedom for an endomorph is that change is sometimes visually slow.
That is why I have suggested in a previous post that it could help to spruce up ones wardrobe as an added motivational tool.
I fall into potholes like this quite easily depending on my energy levels and mood.
So it is not surprising that after enduring an extremely stressful weekend at work (I am a retailer) I felt the onset of bad temperament and despondency , actually I was just plain tired.
I had to work pretty much around the clock as we had staff issues and I had to fill the gap. The result was that I couldn’t get to gym for a couple of days and a couple became 4 very quickly.
The only saving grace that I had by this point is I maintained a healthy diet as regimentally as possible, and managed not to meet a burger along the way, which would have been a very convenient dietary solution.
A friend suggested I get a haircut to jump start the engines, and just to pamper myself.
I have never spent much time on “hair fashion” and pretty much kept it manageable and that was about it.
So I thought I’d give it a go and sauntered down to a local professional hair salon.
…enter Bianca…
The first thing my stylist called Bianca wanted to know from me is if I had any pictures of the style and colour I wanted.
My expression blanked…
I was used to just getting a “whatever is quick” haircut and had not much worried about the colour.
Bianca pointed out that since I was not 22 anymore a lot of fine grey hair had sprouted … somehow.
She also pointed out that since I had spent very little time in the sun of late that my hair was void of any natural highlights that the natural dark blond was even darker and that with the grey I was looking quit bland and tired… I agreed.
So we decided to rejuvenate the colour to a much lighter blond with darker tones and while the foils were being done and we waited for the colour to take, I hit up google for some styles. I found just by typing “top mens hairstyles for 2013” you’d easily get to pages filled with  the latest trends and best styles.
I particularly liked GQ’s advice on mens hairstyles and chose on that I thought I could pull off.
Now this is tricky for the reason that GQ models all seem to have squarely etched jaw lines and high cheekbones, and great hair, which mean that they could pretty much put a flowerpot on their head and spray paint it yellow and still look hot.
I have thick wavy hair and an oval face that is still working hard to produce the lack of a double chin and the appearance of cheek bones.
Sooooo, even though I find that most of the men’s hair styles for 2013 are actually quite nice and sharp looking, a lot sport an extremely short side and high top or sleeked back look.
The “endomorph” who is still loosing weight needs to be careful not to go too short as to overexpose the face, it is good to keep some focus on the length and try to visually slim down the face.
I chose a style with this in mind, as to be in keeping with the trend but a little longer on the fringe and sides with a sporty all over feel more rugby than footy as “Bianca” called it which I thought was quite funny.
I also received a quick lesson “free” of the difference between professional hair care products and the “off the shelf” itchy scalp kind. If you can invest in professional products a little at a time goes a long way and for the older “endomorph” has great advantages like a reduction in hair-loss and proper protection against dandruff (always gross, your not a Zamboni) as well as keeping hair shiny for longer.
Google products or ask your stylist, they are hair doctors after all !
When my hair was all done and “GHD’d” I was actually speechless. I looked years younger and …slimmer !!
I felt better about life.
I felt better about my body.
I felt motivated to get back to gym so that I would look even better the next time round and …
I am a visual delight !
My conclusion and the point to writing an entire “blab” about hair is that fitness is not simply about the body and loosing wight.
It is also an “AWARENESS”.
It is important to be aware that fitness touches the psyche, that by paying  attention to something left to chance you can inspire a whole new beginning.
Fitness is about pampering the body and the spirit. Rest when you are tired but keep focused.
I have learned that even if your face is not a chiselled marvel of design, you can still pay attention to the appearance of your hair, and this
has another kind of kickback…. PEOPLE NOTICE , and all of a sudden they notice you look a little more fit and then your mind interprets this as …. wait for it ……
I AM DOING SOMETHING RIGHT !!!
There is no better motivation for persistence than a mind that BELIEVES what it is doing is right !!

We are all GQ men just waiting to happen to the world and ourselves.
And Ima gonna get back to gym today !

“Swim Style”

"What's in your shorts"

“What’s in your shorts”

"Whats in your shorts"

“Whats in your shorts”

"Whats in your shorts"

“Whats in your shorts”

If I had to pic a sim-style for the coming summer, I will definitely put “2Eros” new “Icon Swim-shorts” at the top of my list.
I love the bold colours  , the almost retro style and the attention to detail. The colour pops in the rope ties and edging is awesome.
It is also a more discreet way to draw attention to a body under construction. In swimwear “less is definitely not always more” (unless you are sporting the physique of the model in the pics)
It is great that fashion companies are giving us some great options in casual comfortable swimwear.
Check out “2Eros” website for more styles, and great undies @ www.2eros.com