don’t worry, my blog is not going all nutritional. that’s what this blog is for. this is a one-entry thing (unless something cool happens)
recently i have started the paleo lifestyle. it was tough to start, but it is getting easier as time goes on. if you’re unfamiliar with paleo, click here. if you’re too lazy, it’s essentially called the “caveman diet.” only natural foods like meats, nuts, veggies, and fruits. nothing processed. it’s been going well so far. i’ve lost 16 pounds and still losing 🙂
i’m currently in raleigh, nc for a wedding. one of my worries was how i was going to make the 6.5 hour drive without stopping for fast food or snacks. here’s how i made it with no trouble at all:
i packed my own lunch – steamed broccoli, grilled zucchini, steamed chicken, some baked tofu
and some snacks – hard boiled eggs,
and these delicious friends from trader joes:
with their help, i made it the whole trip without stopping for fast food (although i could so go for some qdoba or bojangles).
my next challenge is how to make it through a wedding weekend going paleo (and then another wedding weekend next week).
then my next challenge will be how to make the trip back to atlanta without having prepared food before hand. maybe i’ll just snack it until i get home.
i was driving the other day and saw someone standing outside with a gigantic sign for one off those going out of business liquidation sales. i always felt really bad for them. it’s usually when it’s hottest and i’ve even seen some apartment complexes dressing people up in big bear-like costumes in the middle of july. that’s just mean.
so i kept driving and saw another guy holding a smaller sign. it said, “we buy gold.” he was advertising one of those stores that buy gold that keep popping up all over the place. i was thinking, “is that sign doing anything?” is someone going to be driving down the road, see the sign and be like, “OH YEAH!!! i got a whole bunch of gold in my trunk i need to sell!! thanks for reminding me, bro!” or, “man, this gold necklace my ex gave me is super heavy, i want to get rid of it, but i don’t want to throw it away or give it to anyone… wait a minute, what’s that sign? WHAT!?!?? they BUY gold?!?!?”
who are they trying to reach exactly? and why do they have to put this poor guy outside for this very pointless marketing strategy? really? REALLY?
there’s this scene in the pursuit of happyness that gets me every time:
man, that’s some powerful stuff. for those of you that didn’t/can’t watch the video. the scene is will smith’s character playing basketball with his son. the son says that he wants to go pro. the dad starts telling him he’ll probably be as good as the dad is, which isn’t that good so don’t go shooting the basketball on the courts all the time. the son, dejected, stops playing and throws the ball away. the dad then goes up to him and says, “don’t ever let somebody tell you you can’t do something, not even me… you got a dream, you gotta protect it. people can’t do something themselves, they wanna tell you you can’t do it. you want something, go get it. period.”
man, that gets me every time. i wish i had that belief and confidence instilled in me when i was little. even after some jerk just crushed my dreams.
what’s your dream? go get it.
so i was riding in someone’s car one day and we were a little late to get to our destination. we pull off the exit behind another car and the light was green. whew! we might not be so late after all. all of a sudden, the car in front of us brakes to a stop. yeah, AT A GREEN LIGHT! the driver rolls down his or her window and hands some change over to a homeless man standing at the corner. the light then proceeds to turn yellow and red, stopping both cars from turning.
my reaction was rage at first. i mean, we’re late. this is a green light. you don’t just stop at a green light ESPECIALLY when there’s someone behind you. and then i thought, can i really get mad? true, traffic laws might be on our side if we hit this car but is there a rule that says you can only give homeless people money when the light’s red? besides, we weren’t following too close or anything so we wouldn’t have hit the car. i jokingly said, “that’s just inconsiderate!!”
it made me think. do we only give when it’s convenient? like at a stop light? or are we willing to go out of our way (and maybe in someone else’s way) to give?
i’m great at keeping secrets. i can have a confidential conversation with someone and never give any of that information out. however, there’s one situation in which i never seem to know when to keep things to myself: when i’m talking about myself.
i think it’s just the instinct of answering questions about myself that gets me in trouble sometimes. it isn’t until later when i’m like, “uhhh… maybe i shouldn’t have told them that.” i don’t really have a problem with telling people my problems. maybe i just assume that people will keep the same level of confidentiality that i have. or maybe i’m just too honest. when people want to know something about me, i’ll tell them.
self-disclosure is a problem for me.
this only applies to 1st generation koreans. us 2nd generations guys crack up whenever anyone talks about biting into a pepper.
what a sick joke by whoever named the pepper in korea. a hilarious, sick joke.
you know when you were a kid and other kids would try to make you do stupid stuff by saying, “betcha can’t _______.” and you’re be like, “nuh uh!!” and then you’d either break your arm or look like a hero.
i kind of go through a similar situation as an adult. one of the things that makes me really angry is when people don’t think i can do something that i can. it’s different from the childhood scenario in that when you’re a kid and someone dares you to do something, you don’t know if you can do it. you may think you can, but you don’t know it. in my situation, i can clearly perform said task and yet sometimes people doubt i can do it.
it hurts to know someone doubts your abilities. it stinks to be misunderstood. i definitely care what other people think. i don’t want people to think i’m some inept, clumsy oaf when i’m really a very competent clumsy oaf. maybe i shouldn’t care, i just hate the thought that someone would think something about me that couldn’t be farther from the truth.