It’s very easy to get frustrated with the world today. There
is misinformation flying around like what is tossed in a room full of monkeys
(I am referring to poop). The internet is a minefield of random data. Worse yet
people are a minefield of misinformation. To ease my hatred of mankind I have
made a list of things I would prefer not to discuss with you. In no particular order:
Politics: Oh the dreaded politics. I know it’s 2012 I am well
aware that there is a presidential election. Here’s the thing, who I vote for does not
concern you. In fact, it has nothing to do with you. It is a personal choice
that I don’t feel the need to tell every person I meet about. What party am I affiliated
with? Nunya. As in Nunya Business. I’ve been getting phone calls from campaign
people and even if it’s the person I’m voting for I still “decline to say.”
Why? Because it only matters to me. Also, I use Facebook as a way to stay
connected to friends and family, not a way to push some kind of weird political
agenda of how wrong or right one person/party is. If you want to have an actual
discussion (oy vey) you can call, text or write your local congressman.
Kidding. I’d be happy to discuss stuff with you in person or on the phone as
long as we keep normal tones but if you think slamming Facebook with all your political
hullabaloo is going to change my mind, you’re wrong. I will continue to post
pictures of the meals I work hard to prepare, my dog, my achievements and hope
that my friends will support me as I run for being awesome.
Religion: I was raised Catholic. To each their own. I am
Agnostic (confused). Basically, I believe something could be out there but
whether it’s God, Jesus, a Flying Spaghetti Monster, a 7-headed Lollypop
Goddess, Pele or Odin it doesn’t really matter to me. I believe in the human
spirit. I think that any amount of true prayer, dedication and meditation can
lift someone’s spirits, create a positive feeling and enable people to do great
things. I don’t put anyone down for believing what they believe. Just because
we don’t believe in the same things, doesn’t mean I love that person any less.
I hate everyone with an equal amount of spite. In fact, to truly believe in
something sometimes take more strength than to deny it. Everyone has the
ability to be spiritual, what form that spirituality comes in doesn’t matter to
me. However, please don’t tell me to “Have a Blessed Day” I never know how to
respond to that. Do I look slightly confused and say Thank You? Do I shot them
hand guns and say “Back at cha?” Do I get the deer in the headlights look and
say “You too?”
Dieting: Getting healthy is no easy feat, especially if you
are dealing with years of bad eating habits. Changing your eating habits
because of allergies, medical concerns or to correct your cookie monster
attitude is a great idea. I talk about my weight loss a lot. 1 Because I’m
super proud of it and 2 Because I learned a lot from it. I learned that I feel
better when I eat better. I learned that I am truly allergic to some foods. I
learned that carbs help me run. One of the most important things I learned is
that no one thing works for everyone. The key in life is BALANCE and finding a
way of eating that will support you for the rest of your life. For instance, I
can’t eat red meat it makes me horribly ill. I wasn’t always this way but I am
now. Does that mean I expect my husband to give up red meat or if we have kids I’ll
restrict their diets? NO. I still cook steaks for my husband I still plan on
cooking red meat burgers for my kids. It just means I will eat something else.
I was a cake addict. There, I said it. There wasn’t a cake I didn’t love (honestly,
I can’t think of a cake I wouldn’t devour). Does that mean I no longer eat
cake? Heck no, did you miss the part where I said I love cake? I just control
my portions and use it as motivation to run that extra mile. If you have found
a balance in your life with your food and nutrition and it is something you
will maintain for yourself (without inflicting your rules onto those around
you), then bravo to you. I applaud your ability to correct your wrongs. This
does not, however mean that I want you to try and convince me of your way of
eating. Unless I generally ASK you what you are doing or why you are doing
that, I could care less. As long as you are happy and healthy and will indulge
in a beer with me every now and then I wish you all the best.
Your Trip To Hawaii: Yes, I’m a horrible person. I’m from
Hawaii, I’m Hawaiian, I danced hula and surfed since I was 3, I can speak
pidgin and I love pineapple. However, if one more person tells me about how
they went to Hawaii for a week and “fell in love with the culture.” I will start
flinging poop. Hawaii is not something you can grasp in a week or two weeks or
even a year. If you truly understood Hawaii, you would not want to live there. Our
school systems, cost of living, drug addiction, teen pregnancy rates and crime
are atrocious. Yes, I LOVE Hawaii, it is my home and if I were a billionaire I
would live there, on a farm and run a charity for children whose parents are
meth addicts and can’t afford to give them proper lunches. The history of the
islands pumps through my veins like the rhythmic pounding on a ipu heke. I hate
that my culture is bastardized for money. Hawaii’s only source of income is
tourism. This doesn’t mean that you have to have been a born and native Hawaiian
to understand the islands what it means is you have to have lived there and
truly understood the plight of the islands. There are no shortcuts, there are
no compromises. Hawaii is a world unto itself. Putting a sticker of the islands
on your car does not mean we are “sistahs.” It is a beautiful place but just like
a beautiful women, it’s hiding crazy.
Running: There’s a peace for me that comes with running. I
love it and it will continue to be a part of my life for as long as possible. It
is a stress reliever, it gives me an endorphin rush and it helps me cope with
my addiction to food (Ha!). I am flat footed and therefore have to run with
special padding. I have sustained injuries from running. To stop running for me,
would be like to stop pushing during childbirth just because you ripped a
little (eaw). I will heal and hele on. DO NOT TELL ME TO STOP RUNNING. It is my
personal choice and if I hurt myself to the point I won’t heal then you have to
let me fall to fly. I cannot run barefoot or minimalist. Once again, I AM FLAT
FOOTED. Running without my inserts is what caused my injuries in the first
place. Since getting the inserts and re-evaluating how I run I’ve been much,
much better. I will happily support you
with running and give you advice if you ask, but I do not appreciate being told
to stop or being told HOW I should be running.
Phew! Okay that pretty much sums it up. If you read this and
have an issue, guess what? These are my personal opinions and this is my blog
and if I have offended you, I do not care. This is how I feel and this is why
if you try to start on any of these subjects in a combative manner, I will button my mouth, smile
awkwardly, scowl, roll my eyes and if you are persistent enough tell you to
stop talking. Remember, the internet can be bountiful with misinformation. Go
with your guts, quit preaching and start living.
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