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Working out

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on February 26, 2009 by klysha

Here’s a little background on my personal beliefs as they relate to physical fitness, and the use of gyms to attain this condition.

1) I don’t believe in paying to exercise.

2) I don’t think it’s supposed to hurt to be in shape.

3) I have an exercise equipment phobia (I also have an office equipment phobia but that’s another post entirely)

4) Commitment is not one of my strong points.

5) I think gyms are evil institutions that thrive by selling people some imaginary (and for many people unattainable) fitness ideal. 

Scary Torture Device

Figure A: Scary Torture Device

Figure B: Note unrealistic fitness ideal posing next to torture device. This tactic is similar to the deceptive practice of strategically posing attractive women on sports cars.

Figure B: Note unrealistic fitness ideal posing next to torture device. This tactic is similar to the deceptive practice of strategically posing attractive women on sports cars.

With all of that said, I recently joined a gym. Joining a gym of course makes me a big ol’ hypocrite so why, you might ask, did I join? 

The primary reason I joined is my inability to pass up a good deal. I was able to get the membership for a fraction of the regular cost by signing up through my employer. But of course even at the fantastic price it’s a total waste unless I actually use the membership.  Note that I did not say that exercise is against my beliefs. It’s just the idea of paying for it that troubles me. But for at least the next year I’m bound to do just that.

There were a couple of secondary reasons I joined the gym as well. I’m a couple of years over 30 now so I figured taking better care of my body should move up a couple of notches on my priority list. But more importantly the third reason I joined is gyms tend to attract guys….in shape guys….and I figured it couldn’t hurt to add a new place that has the potential to attract guys to my hang out rotation. Clearly the activities I regularly engage in don’t attract very many men.

So basically my logic behind joining a gym is ..for lack of a better term… flugazie. I don’t have any specific fitness goals other than a desire to make sure I don’t get dangly upper arms before my time.

I also have a goal of  not accidentally losing any weight. I don’t have much weight to spare. And all of my weight fluctuations up or down tend to show up most noticably in my butt and thighs. As a black girl it’s desirable that I maintain as much of those parts as possible without gaining too much in less desirable areas.

So I need to develop a fitness routine centered around those two goals.

So how is this whole working out thing working out you ask? Well so far I have set foot in the gym 4 times. Twice I ran on the treadmill. Not because I felt like I needed a cardio workout. The treadmill was just the only piece of equipment I saw that didn’t fill me with an overwhelming sense of fear and dread.  Hopefully tomorrow some of those fears will be eased because I made an appointment to get oriented on the other equipment. The third time I went to the gym I tried a yoga class. This wasn’t so bad except all the foreign sounding positions the instructor was calling out sounded like she was casting a spell on us. I also apparently haven’t mastered focusing because my mind was everywhere but in the peaceful place she kept instructing us to go. The fourth time I went in I never even changed into my gym clothes because I wound up joking around with some of the staff until I didn’t want to work out anymore.

So basically working out hasn’t quite worked out just yet, and my feelings about gyms are pretty much the same as they were before I joined. We’ll see how my session with the trainer tomorrow affects my attitude. And just to be safe I’m about to go bake myself some chocolate chips cookies to make up for any inadvertent calories I might burn tomorrow.

13 year old Brittish father looks like a kid himself

Posted in Uncategorized on February 24, 2009 by klysha

I remember the first time I witnessed teenage pregnancy. I was in the 6th grade. It was my first day at a new school,  a middle school. I saw a girl who was in the 8th grade and very pregnant. But the first thought that came to my innocent mind was that she must have been in a play. It didn’t even occur to me until weeks later, when the girl was apparently still in costume, that that frumpy maternity dress that girl was wearing was actually a real maternity dress. During that same school year I also saw another pregnant girl, but this girl was in the same grade as me. She couldn’t have been more than 13 years old (and that’s given that she may have repeated a grade).

When I think back on it the jump from 5th grade to 6th grade was pretty huge. I can almost understand why some school districts prolong that jump until 7th grade. In 6th grade you change classes, you have to remember a locker combination, you change clothes in PE, and for the first time you’re surrounded by kids in the midst of a raging hormone surge. But in 6th grade in just about every way you are still very much a child. I guess thinking back on how innocent I was at thatage makes the story I just read about the little Brittish boy so shocking. It’s not all that shocking that a 13 year old

Can a 13 year old even buy condoms????

Can a 13 year old even buy condoms????

boy would talk about  having sex (the Brittish boy was actually 12 at the time of conception) because I remember the way that kids acted at my middle school. It was also obvious that some of the kids were actually acting out some of the things they talked about, as evidenced by the two pregnant girls I remember. There were actually more than two pregnant girls at the school that year, but I don’t clearly remember their faces. But with all the very young pregnant girls I saw  I never actually saw the face of a 13 year old male father. The girls obviously couldn’t hide their condition. But I guess back then I always assumed they had gotten pregnant by older guys. I never even considered that the dads could have been as young as the moms (I doubt they were though). And the girls I remember looked so much more mature to me at the time than the little Brittish boy did. He looked like a kid playing with his baby sister. And the girl he got pregnant (she was 15) looked much older than he did. The whole story just looked strange. And not because they were white. (The first teenage pregnancy I saw…the 8th grader…was a white girl).  But aside from how strange the story looked I guess the thing that struck me the most was the national outrage the story caused in Brittian. The idea that a 13 year old boy could be a father just seemed preposterous. I’m just wondering where the national outrage was for my classmate who was pregnant at 12 or 13. Is it no less preposterous that a girl could be a mother at such a young age? Or is a young black girls life so much less valuable than that of a 13 year old boy. Or is American society so desensitized to teen pregnancies that a 12 year old pregnant girl of any race doesn’t even make a blip on the radar?  I don’t remember so much as a newspaper article about her pregnancy, or the handful of other pregnancies I saw that year.  I wonder what that girl did with her life. She’d be about 33 now and her child would be 20. She could actually be a grandmother now if the cycle continued.

Anyway, while the 13 year old boy might have to learn how to budget for baby formula out of his allowance, based on the article the 13 year old boy actually sounds about as mature as the 33 year old mother of 14 I talked about in my last post. So I wish him the best.

Celebrity Drama and a Nutcase for a Mama

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , on February 13, 2009 by klysha

chris-brown_rihanna-kiss1The biggest story this week of course has been the Chris Brown Rihanna drama. The rumors have been multiplying like Bebe’s kids and I see no end in sight. I have nothing to add to the dialogue about that situation other than I’m heartbroken for both of them. The only good thing that I can think of that has come out of all of this is it has sparked a national dialogue about domestic abuse. Hopefully this situation will prompts schools to start educating kids on how to better handle situations so that they don’t have to resort to violence.

And in other bad judgement news, the other story this week that caught my eye was the story about the w0man who

Maybe she just really loves kids

Maybe she just really loves kids

used in-vitro fertilization to aid her in having octuplets, when she already had SIX kids. What in the jumping Jezebel is wrong with this woman? Why would any rational adult think this is a good idea?  Oh wait they wouldn’t!! I deduced from her interview that she was a couple of wheels short of a roller skate, but what about the doctor that carried out the procedure? This is someone who presumably is practicing medicine with a license and a degree. Shouldn’t they be held to a higher standard of judgement. This woman obviously lacks the means to take care of these kids, and the fact that she’s quite possibly a nutcase has frightened the sponsors away. Unlike other parents of mega-multiples who have gotten generous donations from baby product companies, this lady has only gotten lukewarm sponsorship at best. It’s truly a heartbreaking story for everyone involved. Somebody please donate this woman some diapers . Throw in some pacifiers too because I know 14 kids can make a lot of noise. Besides it’s not the kids fault their mom is nuts.  For the poor kids sake I actually hope someone steps in and offers this woman a reality show. It can’t be any worse than watching RuPaul the next drag queen or Ray J searching for love.