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19 09, 2016

For shame: An average guy’s struggle with fitness.

By | 2016-09-19T10:29:48+00:00 September 19th, 2016|Blog|0 Comments

Earlier this week, I read an article about the effects of shame and guilt on gym memberships, particularly for men. Since then, I've been practicing a particular strain of mindfulness; when I'm eating and when I'm feeling fat. Here's a little context. About two years ago, I made a series of decisions to start really losing weight. Prior to that driven part of my life, I had tried and failed to make a routine out of eating well and working out many times over many years. Here's what worked for me, condensed into a few statements; I stopped drinking beer, [...]

16 09, 2016

Atlantik: The first post.

By | 2016-09-16T09:47:05+00:00 September 16th, 2016|Atlantik|0 Comments

Here's something a little different. I've been writing a story. Instead of traditionally keeping it a secret, I'm opting to share it. When it's all done, I'll self publish it and you'll be able to buy it. Keep in mind, this is a first draft. Unedited and raw. Lots of stuff is likely to change as I finish it up and paw through a second draft. Atlantik is the story of the Battle for Normandy. In this story, history is changed and created for entertainment's sake, not by any means to take away from the sacrifices made or anything like [...]

15 09, 2016

I Can’t Disappear: Living life after growing up online.

By | 2016-09-15T10:33:01+00:00 September 15th, 2016|Blog|2 Comments

I'm past it now, the major nervous part of it all. I'm past the wondering and the digging. I've almost accepted it. I grew up online. From the days when I would wait all day for a demo to download from Happy Puppy, just to have my connection interrupted by my mom trying to make a phone call. I ran e-feds, hosted GeoCities sites and toyed around with Netbus on ICQ. I grew up online. Now, as I wait for the good-feels that come with every like and thumbs-up, I wonder about the decades of data I put out there. [...]

11 09, 2016

A round of words.

By | 2016-09-11T11:34:39+00:00 September 11th, 2016|Blog|2 Comments

Today marks the first time for a few things. For one, I'll be hosting a write-in at the Bench. I'm not sure what that means, exactly, past the expectation to have a whole bunch of people come in, sit down, charge up and write. Should be a fun thing and further, fun to get out into the community to share my own attempt at art - writing. I plan to leave about 20 minutes at the end where we can share our favourite part from what we've written today. What's more - I'm starting a writing challenge today called #ROW80. [...]

8 09, 2016

Sugar, we’re going down.

By | 2016-09-08T10:47:35+00:00 September 8th, 2016|Blog|0 Comments

You know it. Way deep down, you really do. We all do. We know when we're doing things contrary to our best interest. Be it in the form of health, our diets or our relationships, I really do believe we've got that magic-mirror inside of us. Barring the folks who have something blocking their ability to reason like this, I think a lot of what we do has some anchor in our hearts - where we know if we're really, truly working towards our best selves. Enter, the JRE. On an episode this week, Joe had a guest on who [...]

6 09, 2016

Falling off, getting on.

By | 2016-09-06T10:43:55+00:00 September 6th, 2016|Blog|1 Comment

It happens to all of us, like it or not. Waves come and go. We get off track, we get back on. The path. It's always right there, always just within reach. I think the only thing that separates us from being as disciplined as we want to be are collections of little decisions. The best (read: worst) part is, we already know in most cases that being on the wagon and in control feels really good. When I'm on top of my game, I know I am and you can see it in my stride. The little demons that [...]