Personally, I like Charles and Erik. I can’t see a snake being named Thor, even though Loki would be a good name.
youtastelikehoneyhoney:
I am going to get two cute, adorable baby corn snakes soon. When I do, should I name them Charles and Erik, or Thor and Loki?
Please help. Reply/reblog/ask. Please. I can’t decide. (also will play a role in my color selection when I get them).
This movie is awesome. Period. It never fails to cheer me up. Of course, none of the men in my life enjoy it-they’ve stated that they don’t like to see a woman beaten up. Personally, I find the story inspiring even if it is fiction.
“Pain is your friend, your ally, it will tell you when you are seriously injured, it will keep you awake and angry, and remind you to finish the job and get the hell home. But you know the best thing about pain? It lets you know you’re not dead yet!”
Dude, you HAVE to try it. I wouldn’t bother bringing a friend anyway, you probably won’t be paired up with them all the time. Even if you are, that won’t help you learn to fight a variety of opponents. I went in my first day so petrified that I thought I was going to throw up, but I literally consider it one of the best moves of my life. It’s really fun and really useful.
blueplasticroses:
but I need someone to do it with (shyness issues, I know).
*sob*
This is just like that time I wanted to learn Muay Thai (I saw this documentary where this guy basically slammed his knee into his opponents chin and it was incredible to watch) and then I found a place and a friend- gnomes- but it…
Krav Maga should not be taken as a workout. Your explicit goal in taking Krav Maga should be for self-defense purposes, period. Am I saying that you won’t get a workout? Of course not. I don’t exercise on the days I have class because I would be so worn out that I couldn’t function. Our instructors are merciless. We exercise during Krav Maga in order to simulate the feeling of having already fought for minutes at a time, of being ground down and out of energy. I’ve seen this system of fighting referred to as “trendy” and a “great workout” by more people than I’d care to, and it’s mostly women. You need to take it seriously. I’m not saying that you shouldn’t enjoy it and have fun with it, but to put it bluntly, you’re practicing drills in case someone jumps you on the street and tries to rape you. There’s not going to be any laughing or any do-overs when that time comes, so just try to get in good shape outside of class and just remember the reason why you’re going. If you’re not going to give it your all and take things seriously, you’re probably just holding up the rest of the class.
/end rant
I am in the 180’s. It’s a tenuous hold, at best, but I am here and I’ll enjoy it. My goal for the summer is to walk in the doors of my college weighing 175. I will be around a size 11-12. I have a little less than a month to do it. I have lost an inch off of my waist already, which gives me some relief. I look in the mirror and don’t see much has changed. I squint and turn and poke and prod and can’t find anything different about myself now that I’ve lost about 11 pounds, but my clothes do fit differently. And I’ve lost the “angel wings” which is my ironic term for the back fat I used to have. When I moved my arms back to have good posture the fat would poke out. It’s not there anymore. I did relatively well today as far as food goes. 3/4 c. oatmeal with 1/2 banana and 1/2 tbs. honey for breakfast. Large helping of greens, a few bites of candied sweet potatoes, half a large wheat roll with butter, and a small spinach/egg/onion side salad with 1/2 tbs. Italian for lunch. Hamburger and wheat roll with spicy mustard along with 1 bowl of Sacred Heart soup (which I don’t even count) for dinner. Coffee with 1 tsp. creamer and 2 tsp. sugar for snack. It’s not a lot of food. What is amazing is how little the body actually needs. Of course, I am eating a bit less because I want to lose weight and my stomach is shrinking. I don’t know why I didn’t figure this out years ago. Exercise is only part of the equation. About 20%, actually. The rest is in the food choices we make every day.
My whole Krav Maga class got bitched out on Tuesday about what lazy asses we are. The instructor told us that none of us should be looking to the class for exercise. It should be 100% self-defense, and if we happen to get some strenuous exercise out of it then that’s a happy coincidence. He’s right. I need to treat the class less like an exercise class, and I need to step it up and join an actual exercise class. Or something. I’d really like to have a routine set up of running in the morning before work, but I don’t know if I am strong enough to do that and continue to eat as little as I have. I’ve lost more weight drastically cutting down calories than I have when I was exercising seven days a week. Probably because I ate the same/more when I exercised, and I am just apprehensive that it could happen again. I need to keep developing self-control.
To this day, one of my biggest regrets is not continuing dance classes when I had the chance. Ballet is a perfect marriage of strength and beauty. When watching a ballerina, everyone notices how graceful she is, how poised, how light on her feet. They don’t detect the wiry muscle underneath or see the strength of her core or how many hours she’s put in to obtain perfect flexibility and discipline. I envy that. For women it seems that there are two choices in life: strength or beauty. Devote your time to one and the other typically gets left by the wayside, at least in my experience. On my journey to be strong I have left behind many things, namely grace, poise, and decorum.
I am not on the extreme end of the spectrum by any means. I do not wake up at 4 a.m. everyday and chug a wheat-grass smoothie before jogging out for a brisk 10-mile run barefoot on the beach. But I study rigorously and practice Krav Maga diligently. And sometimes, though I’m ashamed of it, I wish that I could be a bit more feminine. That I was simply doing this to be skinny and not strong and lean and hardened. I suppose what I’m really wishing for is an easy grace that looks effortless, but I know that at the end of the day everything has a price.