Cowabunga, downward dog.
So in the journey to be a healthier and all around more awesome person, TM2.0 has made some additional dietary and activity changes. Some time back I initiated the Live2OneFifty Initiative. Ok so basically this just consisted of me eating the same bed time snack at night. The problem is, it has grown a bit out of control. As the girl next to me in bed said, "I don't mind a bedtime snack, but this has become an f'ing buffet every night."
Oh well. Makes me happy. It typically consists of: Edamame,grapes, cherry tomatoes, an orange, string cheese (yum) and one other type of berry. As of last night I have also incorporated sliced raw cucumber. I never really liked cucumber before but after some quick research I think it's a valuable edition to the nocturnal smorgasbord.
So also I have started doing Yoga... which I have learned is a "practice." Actually "my practice." I've been doing the 20-min beginner session from the Yoga with Adriene YouTube series. I understand why the Aflac Duck has problems. That shit is hard. I apologize for any past dismissive comments I may have made in regard to Yoga (that statement does not also apply to Crossfit).
So as part of TM2.0 I have been working out for several months. Gym working out. Like "bro-style." Which I realize actually isn't that healthy in some instances. But hey, if the Live2OneFifty Initiative is successful, I want to look good at least up until my late 130's, right? Hit the gym, bra.
So kidding tho, (bro), the other day at the gym I did overheard two guys talking at the bench press. They were spotting each other. The one guy - clearly with some advanced degree in anatomy - was explaining the intricacies of spotting each other.
Genius Bro 1: You know, like, me spotting you I'm like not doing that much. Like you're doing most of the work like you know.
The second guy, who I'm guessing has a masters in philosophy, was fucking enthralled.
Genius Bro 2: "Really?"
Genius Bro 1: "Yeah, and like some times we like push harder with the hand that we are."
Genius Bro 2: "Really?"
Genius Bro 1: "Yeah. Like, are you right-handed?"
Genius Bro 2: "Yeah. I mean, like, I guess."
Hmmm. Well I'm glad they had a handle on that. For the record, we left-handed people ALWAYS know which "handed" we are. I mean, like, I guess we do.