To Form or not to form that is the questionm

In my many years, on and off again, workout at the gym, the one thing that I have taken away from this lifelong obsession and experience is: you must have good form, good form trumps good fashion in almost everything you do.whether your workout is light, or heavy, if you do not have good form, you may experience muscle trauma, muscle rips, lesser results and possible injury. 

What sparked this blog entry was a man that I saw at the gym this morning, who I've seen many days prior, now I called him the happy man because every time I see him work out, it makes me smile and laugh. Now I don't claim to be a workout guru or a major trainer but this man is the type that you would see caught on tape and posted YouTube as things not to do. If I wasn't afraid of being sued, I would video him and attach them to this blog. Every exercise that I do in my workout, has a precise and proper way to do it so that you get maximum effect with minimum damage to the muscles and tissues and bone. The reason why I have studied form is because I have arthritis, in my hands, my feet, my lower back, and my neck, so it is extremely important to me that I have proper form, so for me, with my injuries and my arthritis form is a necessity for good living, and good health. So just remember Mr. happy man when you're at the gym and you start liking on your form or you want to take a shortcut to that exercise, think of him

Push me now

My workout partner John and I go to the gym faithfully five times a week… I found a workout partner that pushes me, inspires me, and he's kind of cute too!I find that getting older, it is harder, and harder to get inspiration on my own… I just turned 47 this year and I want to look like I'm 37. Vanity is definitely a big part of the reason why I am going to the gym. For many years I abuse my body with drugs and now I'm giving it back!

A chilly day in November

Today I sit on my porch, after a light rain in the chill of the morning hours.I see a slight shadow of a palm Leaf flattering back-and-forth as if it were a beautifully and feathered bird trying to attract a mate. There's a slight wind, and winter chill as I sit here in San Diego. About a year ago I embarked on an amazing journey of singleness. Afraid and hesitant I moved to my own place in La Mesa California. After leaving a 7 1/2 year relationship with a wonderful man that I was ill fitted to be with, I embarked upon this journey. So far this year has been amazing! I started a new job, I love my apartment ,I live right down the street from wonderful friend of mine and right next-door to another amazing man. I'm sitting here thinking how grateful I am that my universe has opened up to me.

The only thing that would make this more perfect, would be to meet that perfect man. I am dating a few people but they are all out of town, one is in Texas, one is in Los Angeles, and the other which I am truly having feelings for lives in Mexico.

But I have faith, but if I rely on my higher power, I will be rewarded.

Brotherly love

The reason for this entry, is that I wanted to talk about something. I'm not sure exactly what to say about this so I am just going to put my thoughts in this blog. I guess I'll start from a little explanation of where I'm coming from. I come from a family of 8 kids, four sisters, and three brothers, have two older sisters to older brothers, two younger sisters and one younger brother. I am the fourth from the bottom and fifth from the top, so I am that middle child. Now growing up I only lived with four my siblings closely. The two older sisters and two older brother was from my biological father, and the two younger sisters and one younger brother was from a different father but thesesiblings and I had the same mother. I'm going to go ahead and give you their names for this just easier that way, well it's not that easy but you'll see why. Two older sisters, Tammy, and Sherry and then I have two older brothers and Jerry Wayne and Jerry Alva Wilson. Now all four of them and I are from the same father, Jerry Wayne, Tammy, and Sherry come from a different mother. Jerry Alva and I have the same mother and father so we are what I called blood brothers. Jessica Angela and Joshua are from my mother and a different father. Now to make it even more complicatedmy father's name is Jerry and then my older brother's name is Jerry Wayne and then myother older brother who is my blood brother is named Jerry as well so you can imagine growing up with two older brothers named Jerry. And I have to tell you I looked up to both of them. My older brother Jerry Wayne, at blonde hair blue eyes extremely handsome tall and then my other brother Jerry Alva was, dark-haired pale skin and very handsome as well, and then there was me Loren blonde haired dark skin hazel eyes and felt out of place. When I was a baby Jerry Wayne was in my life but soon left after my father passed away and so it was just Jerry Jr. and I growing up together, Now Jerry was a jock, wrestling, football, and… I really should've known that I was gay back then because I didn't like any of those, I just figured it was because I didn't like my brother. Even though I didn't like him I wanted to be just like him, big, and strong, and he got the girls!… Later on I found out that that was a mute point so I grew up with a jock and always longing for my oldest brother Jerry Wayne to be in my life because he's the one that I really felt connected to even know we hadn't  seen each other since I was 10 months old until I was in my 20s. I do remember stories of he and Tammy and Sheri taking care of us, and I and I think I remember a photo from Wayback when of all of us kids in the front room sitting together in one place.I just remember growing up with the feeling of abandonment, and knowing that there was a brother that I felt closer to, that wasn't near me, and that loss that goes with it.throughout the years I would contact him, to check in and see how he was doing. We kept in contact for a long time until my older sister passed away from cancer. And then he disappeared.he just recently surfaced into my life, I'm extremely happy, and I can't wait to see and hear more about his life. We have definitely gotten older, and more great haired.The thing about my life is that I love my family, and no matter what happens they are mine.I am good friends with my brother Jerry Junior. And friends with my older brother Jerry Wayne. I cherish my family above everything and I love them both.my only wish is that my real dad or my biological dad was here to see how wonderful we grew up.despite him not being here

A body in motion doesn't necessarily want to keep the motion!

So this past year has been quite a struggle for my body...there comes a point when the old rules don't apply. The rules that I'm invincible, I'll live forever, and oh I love this one… That's not going to hurt!The truth of the matter is is that the older you get the harder it is to recover when your body is stressed. For example: for the last several years on and off I have been participating in a boot camp which is run by JJ Brawley here in San Diego called  "Fit Body Boot Camp". 

JJ is really good at inspiring people to push their hardest and be all that they can be… And I only obliged 110%, now it's been a lot of fun I've gotten fit I pushed my endurance and I've maintain my health.now because I am who I am, overachiever, high-energy, and for the most part happy and fun-loving, JJ has allowed me to be in his group and help spur the other athletes on. So this year he invited me again to participate in his group and I intern invited one of my friends who is a few years older than me to go along and exercise. First session, was pretty challenging, because I hadn't been there for a few months and ended up being pretty sore the next day. Now my plan was to go 3 to 4 times a week, and just increase my stamina to do more,so the first part of the exercise was going well until I had to do push-ups and lunges,now I'm really good at lunges and push-ups but in the past few months my feet, my large toes to be exact have been give me problems and just the action of doing push-ups and lunges which puts pressure on the big toe has created a tremendous amount of pain in my feet. So after this second installment of Boot Camp I had to come to the realize that I couldn't participate anymore. I discovered my first physical limits due to my age, mentally it was pretty hard because I've always been that type of person who could push through my pain and come to the other side, what this did for me was really put my limits in perspective in correlation with my age. Now I'm not saying because I'm 47 years old my body is getting worse, what I am saying is due to the heavy amount of abuse I put my body through, through the years, my limitations are starting to surface, Now I'm not sure what this means in conjunction with my future but I do know that I am getting very familiar with alternative exercises. So if you are like mean and want to stay active but don't want to injure yourself, there are programs out there that you can find that help people who have injuries, arthritis,and there are also alternative exercises that you can do which are less impactful to the joints.so what I have learned from all of this is that, going all balls to the wall is no longer beneficial to me what's my body...... Uuuugh

Damn it.... Im getting old!!!

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A new way of thinking

Hey everyone, I started this blog so I can keep track of my 40-isms..no of course I am 46 going on 47 and I'm just starting so I think I will have A lot of stuff to write about.

I guess maybe the first thing that I want to write about, is about my perspective. When I was 20 all I wanted to do is party and have a good time. In my 30's I became self-aware, embarking on a journey of exploration and self discovery. And now in my 40's I have realized that I am exactly like all of those 40 something's that I used to make fun of when I was in my 20's and 30's, I now have a great respect for steady, calm, regimented....I look for stability and evenness. No don't get me wrong, I still like to have a little bit of excitement and drama in my life. Although now I pick and choose what drama I accept and what drama I don't. In the last two years I've really noticed a change in my behavior and my perspective on my environment around me, and the people that I let into my life.I am far pickier now than I ever have been on who I allowed to come into my circle. Quantity now has been replaced with quality.

When I was younger I really lived as if there was no tomorrow, I know it's pretty cliché to say that but it was true. I went through life putting out fires, and reacting to my environment around me. Today it is completely different I almost 100% command my surroundings,I act on life I don't react to it anymore. It seemed as if when I was younger that I went from one dramatic event, to the next. I never knew what was coming, or how I would react to it, all I knew was it was awfully exciting. I lived, and I thrived on the drama.today, it is far different then back then. Today, there is very little drama in my life, and that if I lack for some reason, for thatadrenaline rush you get when there is drama, I can always create my own.so I guess that's the difference between 20s and 30s and 40s, is that my life experiences has change my point of view from reacting to texting on life.