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Nine Ways (Revised AGAIN) Chapter 4

January 21, 2011
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After thinking I knew my way to the lunch room, turning down an unknown hallway, getting lost and then having to ask someone for directions to the cafeteria, I finally arrived at my destination. It was so much different than the lunchroom in Powell. All of the tables were small and circular, and every clique was sizably smaller than what I was used to. The thought about where to sit was daunting. I looked around and I could hardly pick out more than twenty faces, and I couldn’t imagine going up to any of them and asking them to sit with them.

Begrudgingly, I scooted my way up to the lunch line to purchase world famous Bosco sticks. I cringed as I stood in the lunch line. All around me, kids were talking about topics I may or may not have been interested in. My heart felt a pang of nostalgia as I saw a group of boys laughing and talking animatedly. They were the picture perfect replica of Dalia, Riya, Lacey and I just a few short weeks ago.

Despite what anyone has ever said, when you live miles away from your friends, your relationship can never be the same. Emailing, phone calls, and letters don’t replace the true wonders of spending actual time in space with your friends. As I waited for the group of boys to finish paying, I glanced around the lunch room. I wondered if I would ever be able to fit into one of the cliques here as well as I had in Ohio. My eyes kept searching and searching, but no matter how far they swept, I didn’t see one person who I could imagine myself getting close to. Sighing, I picked up two Bosco sticks and a bottle of water and gave the lunch lady a five dollar bill.

As I waited for her to fish through the change compartment and retrieve my designated amount of change to give me, I had one of those empowering thoughts. The kind where, in your head, you tell yourself that you only have one life; one choice, one opportunity at this life. You tell yourself, I’m going to make a difference in this place. I’m from Powell, Ohio, and I’ve been through experiences that these people could benefit from. I have view points and morals that could help educate these people. Where I’m from, the student body is diverse. Here, I have only come across one African American. I have to make a friend so that I can show them what Ohioans are like.

My thoughts were interrupted by the lunch lady sticking her gloved hand right out in front of my face and jingling the change in the palm of her hand.
“Here you are, dear,” she said.
“Oh,” I said. “Thanks.”

She smiled at me, and I walked away from the lunch line, looking around for potential friends. I started for the first table I saw. I didn’t notice the crowd I was about to join arms with at first, but after I saw myself face to face with several boys laughing obnoxiously with their shoulders hunched and their heads face down, I back-traced. There was no way I would be able to spend an entire half an hour listening to boys talk about nothing but facts and insults which would have a strong school-base to them. Not to mention the fact that I would feel dumb for not knowing any of the underlying facts. I didn’t know these particular boys, but I did know their type. Somethings never change no matter where you go, and school cliques are one of those things.

“Jeanah,” I heard someone call. I turned my head and saw Rob, the nice boy who walked me to history class. “Do you want to sit with us?” He motioned towards a table with two other boys, and three girls at it.
“Yeah,” I said smiling. “Thank-you.”
“No problem,” he said, smiling amiably back at me.

I sat down in the seat across from Rob, next to one of the girls. When I set my tray down, everyone was staring at me, but not in an obtrusive way. The girl I was sitting next to had this smile on her face that seemed truly genuine. It didn’t seem like she had a reason to smile. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone in my life who smiles as much as she did.

“Everyone, this is Jeanah. Jeanah, this is everyone.” Rob laughed at his fake introduction. “No, I’m just messin’ with yah. That’s Riley,” he said pointing to the smiliest girl I have ever met. She had brown curly hair and braces on her teeth. “Next to her is Ellie, then Jessie. They’re twins,” he added unnecessarily. They both gave identical shy smiles accompanied by little identical waves. They both had light blond hair, blue eyes, and wild freckles all over their face. I smiled back at them, thinking that they were probably the type of twins who were inseparable. I knew if I had a twin, or even a sibling, I would not be eating lunch with them at school. But, they were adorable, so I’m glad they did. “That is Ryan,” he said, motioning towards a bulky boy with a shaved head and strong muscular arms.

“Sup?” Ryan said in this impossibly low baritone voice that made my throat hurt just thinking about how deep it was. I laughed at him and managed a curt,
“Not much.”
“And finally,” Rob finished. “That’s Justin.” Justin looked equally as shy as the twins did, but he had this quality about him that made me think that inside, he was just as loud as the rest of us.

I was surprised at how blatantly nice they all were to me. There was that small town charm radiating out of these crazy people again. Right when I sat down, I was included in their conversation as easy as it was for me to pull my purple sweatshirt on that morning.
“We thought we’d save you from a terrible fate,” Riley said sarcastically, glancing at the table of boys who I almost dined with. Even sarcastically, Riley had this gorgeous smile.

“And I am eternally greatful,” I said.
“Yeah. They’re nice boys, don’t get me wrong,” one of the twins said. I didn’t keep track of who was who, and quite frankly I didn’t think it mattered. “It’s just… you want to get into a better crowd, Jeanah.” I loved the way she said my name at the end. It tied the sentence together, and made it feel that much more personal.

We took short eating intermittence breaks in between our conversation, but when the conversation was going, I learned so much. So far, I learned that Ryan played Football; one of the twins, Ellie, I thought, did ballet while the other one, Jessie, took tap; Rob always had straight A’s; Justin had no life outside of video games and finally, Riley had been to forty six out of the fifty states in the USA. The exceptions being Alaska, Hawaii, Maine and Rhode Island. But most importantly, I learned that even nice people can fall into the majority trap.

“So wait,” Ryan said in his reverberatingly loud tenor voice. “I just don’t understand how you,” he spat, “could have gotten expelled. Not that you’re not cool enough to be, it’s just you’re not rebellious enough.” Everyone else around the table joined in on our conversation.

“You would be surprised at how rebellious I am,” I said sarcastically but with a tone that suggested I was being totally serious.
“No,” Rob said skeptically. “What’d you do? You gotta tell us.”
“Let’s just say,” I said with a big toothy grin. “It was totally unexpected.” The people at my table gasped.

“I can’t believe it was so bad that you had to move over two thousand miles away!”
I smiled to myself. There was nothing wrong with making yourself seem a little more interesting to those who don’t know you. After all, seldom do you ever get chances to be whoever you want to be in a new place.

After the bell rang, I stood up, said goodbye to my new lunch buddies who openly invited me to sit with them every day now. Before leaving the tiny lunch room, I looked back at the table where I almost sat, and I saw him. My neighbor. Blending in with the boys I almost befriended.*

Getting Your Ex Girlfriend Back – The Conditions You Need to Create to Make Her Want You Again

December 31, 2010
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When your girlfriend breaks up with you, it might seem to you that she is gone for good, but usually guys have enough ego to think she is just having a girl fit and she will be back in a hurry. But, no matter what the case, you won’t get her back until she needs you. That is why you have to create the conditions to make her want you again.

The problem with getting your ex girlfriend back is, men are not born with the skills to be able to understand women. When you are growing up, you teased and tormented little girls and then suddenly you grow up and look at them in a different way. This confuses you and most men remain confused by women all of their lives.

But women just want to be loved and appreciated. They do not want to be forced to do anything. That is where the trouble comes in between the two sexes, especially with the woman of today. No longer do women want to be subservient to their man. They want to be treated as an equal, up to a point. That point is when they need a man.

That is why you have to let her have her way about the breakup. If you go chasing her and trying to change her mind, she will feel you are trying to force her to do what you want. If you beg her and show weakness, she will lose respect for you. If you send her flowers, cards and gifts, she will think you are trying to bribe her.

So, if you can’t do any of those things, how do you get her back? You don’t get her back, you make her want to come back. The best way to do that is to leave her alone. Go on with your life and have no contact with her at all. Let her experience her life without you for a while. Go out with your friends and have a blast, but don’t date other women. If you do, she will never let you forget it.

By ignoring her and not making a fool of yourself by chasing and begging her, your ex will begin to wonder if she made a mistake. Here you are out having fun and she is sitting at home waiting for you to call. Of course if you did call, she would hang up on you, but she wants the satisfaction of doing it. But, if you hold out for a few weeks, she will call you.

When she does, be cheerful and do not mention the breakup. If she says you need to talk and wants to meet you for lunch or coffee, agree. Act like nothing ever happened and most of all make her laugh. That will be the start of getting back your ex girlfriend. Take it slow and don’t push her. Soon she will admit to herself that she needs you in her life and you can be a couple again.

Nine Ways (Revised AGAIN) Chapter 4

September 7, 2010
By

After thinking I knew my way to the lunch room, turning down an unknown hallway, getting lost and then having to ask someone for directions to the cafeteria, I finally arrived at my destination. It was so much different than the lunchroom in Powell. All of the tables were small and circular, and every clique was sizably smaller than what I was used to. The thought about where to sit was daunting. I looked around and I could hardly pick out more than twenty faces, and I couldn’t imagine going up to any of them and asking them to sit with them.

Begrudgingly, I scooted my way up to the lunch line to purchase world famous Bosco sticks. I cringed as I stood in the lunch line. All around me, kids were talking about topics I may or may not have been interested in. My heart felt a pang of nostalgia as I saw a group of boys laughing and talking animatedly. They were the picture perfect replica of Dalia, Riya, Lacey and I just a few short weeks ago.

Despite what anyone has ever said, when you live miles away from your friends, your relationship can never be the same. Emailing, phone calls, and letters don’t replace the true wonders of spending actual time in space with your friends. As I waited for the group of boys to finish paying, I glanced around the lunch room. I wondered if I would ever be able to fit into one of the cliques here as well as I had in Ohio. My eyes kept searching and searching, but no matter how far they swept, I didn’t see one person who I could imagine myself getting close to. Sighing, I picked up two Bosco sticks and a bottle of water and gave the lunch lady a five dollar bill.

As I waited for her to fish through the change compartment and retrieve my designated amount of change to give me, I had one of those empowering thoughts. The kind where, in your head, you tell yourself that you only have one life; one choice, one opportunity at this life. You tell yourself, I’m going to make a difference in this place. I’m from Powell, Ohio, and I’ve been through experiences that these people could benefit from. I have view points and morals that could help educate these people. Where I’m from, the student body is diverse. Here, I have only come across one African American. I have to make a friend so that I can show them what Ohioans are like.

My thoughts were interrupted by the lunch lady sticking her gloved hand right out in front of my face and jingling the change in the palm of her hand.
“Here you are, dear,” she said.
“Oh,” I said. “Thanks.”

She smiled at me, and I walked away from the lunch line, looking around for potential friends. I started for the first table I saw. I didn’t notice the crowd I was about to join arms with at first, but after I saw myself face to face with several boys laughing obnoxiously with their shoulders hunched and their heads face down, I back-traced. There was no way I would be able to spend an entire half an hour listening to boys talk about nothing but facts and insults which would have a strong school-base to them. Not to mention the fact that I would feel dumb for not knowing any of the underlying facts. I didn’t know these particular boys, but I did know their type. Somethings never change no matter where you go, and school cliques are one of those things.

“Jeanah,” I heard someone call. I turned my head and saw Rob, the nice boy who walked me to history class. “Do you want to sit with us?” He motioned towards a table with two other boys, and three girls at it.
“Yeah,” I said smiling. “Thank-you.”
“No problem,” he said, smiling amiably back at me.

I sat down in the seat across from Rob, next to one of the girls. When I set my tray down, everyone was staring at me, but not in an obtrusive way. The girl I was sitting next to had this smile on her face that seemed truly genuine. It didn’t seem like she had a reason to smile. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone in my life who smiles as much as she did.

“Everyone, this is Jeanah. Jeanah, this is everyone.” Rob laughed at his fake introduction. “No, I’m just messin’ with yah. That’s Riley,” he said pointing to the smiliest girl I have ever met. She had brown curly hair and braces on her teeth. “Next to her is Ellie, then Jessie. They’re twins,” he added unnecessarily. They both gave identical shy smiles accompanied by little identical waves. They both had light blond hair, blue eyes, and wild freckles all over their face. I smiled back at them, thinking that they were probably the type of twins who were inseparable. I knew if I had a twin, or even a sibling, I would not be eating lunch with them at school. But, they were adorable, so I’m glad they did. “That is Ryan,” he said, motioning towards a bulky boy with a shaved head and strong muscular arms.

“Sup?” Ryan said in this impossibly low baritone voice that made my throat hurt just thinking about how deep it was. I laughed at him and managed a curt,
“Not much.”
“And finally,” Rob finished. “That’s Justin.” Justin looked equally as shy as the twins did, but he had this quality about him that made me think that inside, he was just as loud as the rest of us.

I was surprised at how blatantly nice they all were to me. There was that small town charm radiating out of these crazy people again. Right when I sat down, I was included in their conversation as easy as it was for me to pull my purple sweatshirt on that morning.
“We thought we’d save you from a terrible fate,” Riley said sarcastically, glancing at the table of boys who I almost dined with. Even sarcastically, Riley had this gorgeous smile.

“And I am eternally greatful,” I said.
“Yeah. They’re nice boys, don’t get me wrong,” one of the twins said. I didn’t keep track of who was who, and quite frankly I didn’t think it mattered. “It’s just… you want to get into a better crowd, Jeanah.” I loved the way she said my name at the end. It tied the sentence together, and made it feel that much more personal.

We took short eating intermittence breaks in between our conversation, but when the conversation was going, I learned so much. So far, I learned that Ryan played Football; one of the twins, Ellie, I thought, did ballet while the other one, Jessie, took tap; Rob always had straight A’s; Justin had no life outside of video games and finally, Riley had been to forty six out of the fifty states in the USA. The exceptions being Alaska, Hawaii, Maine and Rhode Island. But most importantly, I learned that even nice people can fall into the majority trap.

“So wait,” Ryan said in his reverberatingly loud tenor voice. “I just don’t understand how you,” he spat, “could have gotten expelled. Not that you’re not cool enough to be, it’s just you’re not rebellious enough.” Everyone else around the table joined in on our conversation.

“You would be surprised at how rebellious I am,” I said sarcastically but with a tone that suggested I was being totally serious.
“No,” Rob said skeptically. “What’d you do? You gotta tell us.”
“Let’s just say,” I said with a big toothy grin. “It was totally unexpected.” The people at my table gasped.

“I can’t believe it was so bad that you had to move over two thousand miles away!”
I smiled to myself. There was nothing wrong with making yourself seem a little more interesting to those who don’t know you. After all, seldom do you ever get chances to be whoever you want to be in a new place.

After the bell rang, I stood up, said goodbye to my new lunch buddies who openly invited me to sit with them every day now. Before leaving the tiny lunch room, I looked back at the table where I almost sat, and I saw him. My neighbor. Blending in with the boys I almost befriended.*

Nine Ways (Revised AGAIN) Chapter 4

August 20, 2010
By

After thinking I knew my way to the lunch room, turning down an unknown hallway, getting lost and then having to ask someone for directions to the cafeteria, I finally arrived at my destination. It was so much different than the lunchroom in Powell. All of the tables were small and circular, and every clique was sizably smaller than what I was used to. The thought about where to sit was daunting. I looked around and I could hardly pick out more than twenty faces, and I couldn’t imagine going up to any of them and asking them to sit with them.

Begrudgingly, I scooted my way up to the lunch line to purchase world famous Bosco sticks. I cringed as I stood in the lunch line. All around me, kids were talking about topics I may or may not have been interested in. My heart felt a pang of nostalgia as I saw a group of boys laughing and talking animatedly. They were the picture perfect replica of Dalia, Riya, Lacey and I just a few short weeks ago.

Despite what anyone has ever said, when you live miles away from your friends, your relationship can never be the same. Emailing, phone calls, and letters don’t replace the true wonders of spending actual time in space with your friends. As I waited for the group of boys to finish paying, I glanced around the lunch room. I wondered if I would ever be able to fit into one of the cliques here as well as I had in Ohio. My eyes kept searching and searching, but no matter how far they swept, I didn’t see one person who I could imagine myself getting close to. Sighing, I picked up two Bosco sticks and a bottle of water and gave the lunch lady a five dollar bill.

As I waited for her to fish through the change compartment and retrieve my designated amount of change to give me, I had one of those empowering thoughts. The kind where, in your head, you tell yourself that you only have one life; one choice, one opportunity at this life. You tell yourself, I’m going to make a difference in this place. I’m from Powell, Ohio, and I’ve been through experiences that these people could benefit from. I have view points and morals that could help educate these people. Where I’m from, the student body is diverse. Here, I have only come across one African American. I have to make a friend so that I can show them what Ohioans are like.

My thoughts were interrupted by the lunch lady sticking her gloved hand right out in front of my face and jingling the change in the palm of her hand.
“Here you are, dear,” she said.
“Oh,” I said. “Thanks.”

She smiled at me, and I walked away from the lunch line, looking around for potential friends. I started for the first table I saw. I didn’t notice the crowd I was about to join arms with at first, but after I saw myself face to face with several boys laughing obnoxiously with their shoulders hunched and their heads face down, I back-traced. There was no way I would be able to spend an entire half an hour listening to boys talk about nothing but facts and insults which would have a strong school-base to them. Not to mention the fact that I would feel dumb for not knowing any of the underlying facts. I didn’t know these particular boys, but I did know their type. Somethings never change no matter where you go, and school cliques are one of those things.

“Jeanah,” I heard someone call. I turned my head and saw Rob, the nice boy who walked me to history class. “Do you want to sit with us?” He motioned towards a table with two other boys, and three girls at it.
“Yeah,” I said smiling. “Thank-you.”
“No problem,” he said, smiling amiably back at me.

I sat down in the seat across from Rob, next to one of the girls. When I set my tray down, everyone was staring at me, but not in an obtrusive way. The girl I was sitting next to had this smile on her face that seemed truly genuine. It didn’t seem like she had a reason to smile. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone in my life who smiles as much as she did.

“Everyone, this is Jeanah. Jeanah, this is everyone.” Rob laughed at his fake introduction. “No, I’m just messin’ with yah. That’s Riley,” he said pointing to the smiliest girl I have ever met. She had brown curly hair and braces on her teeth. “Next to her is Ellie, then Jessie. They’re twins,” he added unnecessarily. They both gave identical shy smiles accompanied by little identical waves. They both had light blond hair, blue eyes, and wild freckles all over their face. I smiled back at them, thinking that they were probably the type of twins who were inseparable. I knew if I had a twin, or even a sibling, I would not be eating lunch with them at school. But, they were adorable, so I’m glad they did. “That is Ryan,” he said, motioning towards a bulky boy with a shaved head and strong muscular arms.

“Sup?” Ryan said in this impossibly low baritone voice that made my throat hurt just thinking about how deep it was. I laughed at him and managed a curt,
“Not much.”
“And finally,” Rob finished. “That’s Justin.” Justin looked equally as shy as the twins did, but he had this quality about him that made me think that inside, he was just as loud as the rest of us.

I was surprised at how blatantly nice they all were to me. There was that small town charm radiating out of these crazy people again. Right when I sat down, I was included in their conversation as easy as it was for me to pull my purple sweatshirt on that morning.
“We thought we’d save you from a terrible fate,” Riley said sarcastically, glancing at the table of boys who I almost dined with. Even sarcastically, Riley had this gorgeous smile.

“And I am eternally greatful,” I said.
“Yeah. They’re nice boys, don’t get me wrong,” one of the twins said. I didn’t keep track of who was who, and quite frankly I didn’t think it mattered. “It’s just… you want to get into a better crowd, Jeanah.” I loved the way she said my name at the end. It tied the sentence together, and made it feel that much more personal.

We took short eating intermittence breaks in between our conversation, but when the conversation was going, I learned so much. So far, I learned that Ryan played Football; one of the twins, Ellie, I thought, did ballet while the other one, Jessie, took tap; Rob always had straight A’s; Justin had no life outside of video games and finally, Riley had been to forty six out of the fifty states in the USA. The exceptions being Alaska, Hawaii, Maine and Rhode Island. But most importantly, I learned that even nice people can fall into the majority trap.

“So wait,” Ryan said in his reverberatingly loud tenor voice. “I just don’t understand how you,” he spat, “could have gotten expelled. Not that you’re not cool enough to be, it’s just you’re not rebellious enough.” Everyone else around the table joined in on our conversation.

“You would be surprised at how rebellious I am,” I said sarcastically but with a tone that suggested I was being totally serious.
“No,” Rob said skeptically. “What’d you do? You gotta tell us.”
“Let’s just say,” I said with a big toothy grin. “It was totally unexpected.” The people at my table gasped.

“I can’t believe it was so bad that you had to move over two thousand miles away!”
I smiled to myself. There was nothing wrong with making yourself seem a little more interesting to those who don’t know you. After all, seldom do you ever get chances to be whoever you want to be in a new place.

After the bell rang, I stood up, said goodbye to my new lunch buddies who openly invited me to sit with them every day now. Before leaving the tiny lunch room, I looked back at the table where I almost sat, and I saw him. My neighbor. Blending in with the boys I almost befriended.*

Big Government Is At It Again

July 24, 2010
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This site is not Libertarian but we know what we like about gambling and the experience of going into casinos. While we can all approve of regulations to keep gambling reasonably honest and fair, there comes a point when enough is enough with the lawmaking. Let’s take the issue of smoking as an example. Most of us probably believe the science linking tobacco with fatal diseases. Whether you smoke or draw in the smoke second-hand, the risks of cancer and heart disease are even admitted by the tobacco industry. So, on New Year, we all repeat our resolution not to start or to quit. It’s all down to us — a personal decision. If we do decide to smoke, this is a “victimless crime”. No-one is forcing us to do this and it should not be for the law to get involved in making any part of smoking a crime. There are no laws criminalising overeating even though the obese die younger, or threatening to put alcoholics in jail because they are damaging their livers. People own their own bodies and should be allowed to do what they want with it.

So what do we make of all these laws banning or restricting smoking in public places? There are no federal laws. It all comes down to the lawmakers in each state. Some have fairly comprehensive laws restricting smoking in the workplace. Others go on to include some bars and restaurants. But, so far, most states have avoided any kind of restrictions on the operation of casinos. The consensus view has been to avoid anything that might reduce the revenue from gambling operations. As the recession has taken hold and the tax-take from conventional businesses has fallen, maintaining the flow on money into the state coffers has become even more important. So far, the need for money has outweighed the health concerns. After all, no-one forces people to go to a casino. If you are not a smoker and want to avoid passive smoking, do not go to a casino.

Based on the experience in Atlantic City which went through a two-week ban on smoking, casino operators estimate their gross revenues would drop by more than one-third. Where would these gamblers go to play their favorite casino games? There are two obvious alternatives. The Tribal casinos stand outside state laws on smoking, and people can always stay home to gamble online. There are no laws to restrict what people do in the privacy of their own homes. We could also get into a kind of bidding war where some states with high costs on the healthcare front may clamp down on smoking only to find their own citizens drive into neighboring states to play there. That’s a double whammy because the lawmaking states lose tax revenue and still have the health costs of treating their citizens who fall ill because of their smoking. There should be federal legislation to replace this current patchwork of different laws. Health is a national priority. Washington should decide the limits on what people should do in public places. As it is, drinking and smoking goes with casino games just like turkey goes with Thanksgiving. Breaking the link is going to make one set of lawmakers really unpopular. Shall we bet on whether federal laws are introduced?

By: Grace Oaks

Grace Oaks is always ready to share his professional point of view on a topic. To see what Grace Oaks has written about other things visit www.favorite-casino-games.com/articles/smoking-in-casinos.html.

Bodybuilding Can Help You Look And Feel Young Again

July 24, 2010
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If you are 40 years of age or older and don’t exercise, you stand a good chance of developing a variety of ailments that could plague you the rest of your life: cancer, diabetes, high blood pressure and heart disease. But the good news is that a simple workout routine and a good nutritional program can prevent – even halt – some of these health crises. Even walking and other everyday activities like yard work can be lifesavers.

By the time you reach 40, you become more concerned about living longer. You don’t drive as fast, and you worry about health insurance. You try to avoid fights, and your contempt for your expanding midsection increases. At 40, a man or woman with no history of exercise may begin displaying the telltale signs of premature aging.

For the unexercised body, the erosion of muscle sets off a chain reaction that undermines physical abilities and functions that many take for granted. Suddenly, a flight of stairs makes your heart race; you cramp when you run; three push ups are your limit; your blood pressure rises and metabolic rate falls; your heart works harder because the blood vessel muscles lack the necessary tone to pump your blood; your bone mass declines; your flexibility diminishes causing injuries to sneak up on you; and you need reading glasses (eyes have muscles too).

If you are crossing that threshold into middle age and have never worked out, you are on your way to becoming a patient. You need an exercise and diet program. See your physician to get the go ahead for a fitness regimen. A basic physical examination might uncover symptoms or illnesses that could have an impact on your exercise program.

You might need an electrocardiogram or an exercise stress test, but usually there is no need to have a stress test if your heart isn’t acting up. By age 40, you may have non-specific changes in your electrocardiogram. Any evidence of a slight enlargement of the heart may triple the risk of a heart attack. In healthy people, the test produces too many false positives, indications that something is amiss when its not. If someone in your family has died of heart disease before age 55, or you have diabetes, hypertension, or are 30% or more overweight, a stress test is advisable. Barring a serious abnormality, you will more than likely get the okay to exercise from your doctor.

Overweight

The fatter you are, the greater the load on your circulatory system. And with extra weight, you increase the risks of such added health dangers as high blood pressure, high cholesterol, diabetes and strokes. Being fat and 40 compounds the threat. Being 30% over weight can chop years off your life expectancy. On the brighter side, returning to a normal body weight any time after 40 – and maintaining it – puts you back on track for a normal lifespan.

Getting Started

When starting your exercise program, avoid working out in a very hot or very cold environment. The body’s ability to regulate temperature decreases with age, increasing the possibility of heat exhaustion or low body core temperature. Over time, exercise helps to restore the body’s ability to regulate temperature. Also, the sense of thirst decrease with age. Avoid dehydration by drinking water before, during and after a workout.

The initial conditioning should last about six weeks. You may need your physician’s continued emotional support as you make the transition from couch potato to an active lifestyle. As a bodybuilding beginner, you may want the aid of an experienced instructor, or a licensed private trainer if you can afford it. Don’t flounder around in a health club that doesn’t offer consistent guidance for novices.

After some time as a beginner, you’ll enter the improvement phase. Here, all the major physiological adaptations to exercise occur. If you continue with your steady workouts, it won’t be long before you reach a satisfactory level of muscularity, strength, cardio-respiratory fitness and decreased body weight. Both strength and aerobic training should be part of the program to provide optimum benefits.

Along with exercise, you should follow a virtually fat free diet. Although nutritionists and health professionals recommend reducing fat intake to 30% of daily calories, even less is better. You’ll have to replace those pizzas and dinners at fancy French restaurants with a natural food regimen. Purge your house of offending snacks, everything high in fat, salt, sugar and caffeine. The craving for junk food will soon disappear.

It has been proven time and time again that even if you’re over 40 and out of shape, a world of muscle, health and fitness can be yours. It requires a change of lifestyle, but over time, the only thing you’ll miss is bypass surgery.

Sandra Prior runs her own bodybuilding website at http://bodybuild.rr.nu

Learning To Live Again With Congestive Heart Failure

May 17, 2010
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Congestive heart failure, as well as all the risks that go along with it, can be a terrifying prospect for any man, woman or child. The affect of a heart, the body’s central tool for survival, no longer performing may appear like the very beginning of the end. The nice news is, by establishing an effective treatment plan with your cardiologist the prognosis, and the chances for you to lead a typical life, grow exponentially.

Congestive heart failure starts while the heart can no longer efficiently pump blood through the body. The blood pools, and whilst organs are poor of vital, life conveying oxygen and nutrients the excess sodium that would ordinarily be excreted in the urine builds up in the tissues, resulting in fluid retention that leads to to organ tension and the dyspnea that is so typical in cases of congestive heart failure. Left untreated, the oxygen impoverished organs will in time cease to work and the patient will die.

Fortunately, there are now innumerable ways to contend against the mortality aspect allied with heart failure. Doctors can prescribe medications to promote the flow of blood all through the body and take some of the pressure off the heart; blood thinners can decrease the chances of clots forming in the veins. Leaving out medicinal means, there are many and various factors that may be altered in your lifestyle to influence the prognosis of your disease.

It is of vital importance that the body be allowed adequate time to take a rest during the day. While at ease the heart can more readily pump blood around the body; just as you would relax an injured leg when it began to hurt, you ought to take it easy your heart also. On the flip side, it is significant to establish an every day work-out routine. It doesn’t have to be three hours of aerobics; a half hour walk every day would carry a greater impact on your physical being than nothing whatever. Sit down together with your medical practitioner to find the course of action that works best for your individual circumstances.

As well as a course of action you must work with your attending physician to find the best diet format for you. In most cases a low sodium diet is recommended to help lower fluid retention. Diuretics can significantly affect the levels of potassium in the body causing hypokalemia, which can lead to muscle weakness, paralysis and a fatal cardiac arrhythmia; therefore, very often if you been prescribed a diuretic a daily a potassium supplement will also be given

Nicotine can bring forth a serious issue for patients with heart failure. It increases the heart rate and blood pressure while having a detrimental affect on the oxygen level in the blood. All of these things cause the heart to function harder. It is strongly recommended that if you have been diagnosed with congestiveheart failure you withdraw from smoking completely.

Hand in glove with smoking are the intrinsic dangers associated with contracting a case of pneumonia or flu. If you are able you had better lay hands on an yearly flu shot, as well as the one time dose of pneumococcal vaccine. This will provide some level of protection against pneumococci bacteria, the major source of bacterial pneumonia. Pneumonia is an issue for the same reasons as smoking; the decreased oxygen levels in the blood make the heart work harder in an attempt to compensate and get oxygen to the organs and tissues. If possible, steer clear of crowded areas during cold and flu season, and stay away from people you understand are affected

Amazingly, something as simple as the clothes you wear can impact your condition if you have suffered congestive heart failure. Tight clothing can be the cause of blood clots and restrict blood flow to the extremities. In addition, in cases of excessive temperature your clothes ought to be weather appropriate; if the body has to function harder to uphold its temperature the heart will have to work so much more.

Sexual relations can on the whole be continued as before; yet, they should occur in as peaceful an environment as is possible to ward off any undue pressure. If your condition is severe it is significant that you talk over this with your family doctor; it may be important to forego sexual relations for a time in favor of other, less tiring shows of affection.

Each and every one of these steps will help you continue to live much as you did prior to being diagnosed. Congestive heart failure will certainly influence your life; it is entirely up to you how much.

Lyrics You Hear Over and Over Again: Notable Song Covers

May 17, 2010
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Nothing can beat the original, although there are always a brave few who would try. This is very applicable in music, where a number of artists who try to perform songs popularized by other artists. These are commonly known as covers. In a cover, the lyrics and the musical arrangement may be altered or changed, making the song an entirely entity at some point. However, changes in lyrics and arrangements aside, it is up to the listeners whether they would accept the new version of an old song or that. And despite the risk of not being accept by the masses, many artists have tried their hands on performing old favorites, giving familiar lyrics and music some new twists. So here are some song covers by artists who dared to try something new with already established music and lyrics from established songs.

“Beat It”

Fall Out Boy’s rendition of this Michael Jackson favorite attained moderate success; a considerable achievement considering the song—from its lyrics to its music—is significantly different from anything the band has performed. There were no changes in the lyrics of the song, but Fall Out Boy gave “Beat It” a character to similar to their own. So while the lyrics of the song still advocates anti-violence messages, the music itself may seem to be saying the opposite thing.

“Killing Me Softly”

A rare case when the cover was more popular than the original, this Roberta Flack song was made into an iconic hit by The Fugees. Of course, this isn’t to say Flack’s version was ignored; her original version was awarded as the Song of the Year, the Record of the Year, and the Best Pop Vocal Performance by a Female Performer recognitions. Today, however, it is The Fugees’ version that remains in the conscious of the general public. This goes to show that beyond the artists who performed it, the song itself is remarkable (with splendid lyrics, such as : “Stromin my pain with his fingers / Singin my life with his words / Killing me softly with his song / Telling my whole life with his words / Killing me softly with his song”).

“Mandy”

The lyrics alone of this Barry Manilow original reflect the song’s age. For instance, the opening lines of the lyrics go: “I remember all my life / Raining down as cold as ice / A shadow of a man / A face through a window / Crying in the night / The night goes into.” Yet, this did not stop the numerous artists who covered the song.

“Umbrella”

There are instances when a new song would be covered by contemporary artists only a few months before the original was released. Of course, the covers are usually not released as singles, yet they can be acquired online. A notable example of this is Rihanna’s “Umbrella.” Of course, this is not surprisingly—the hooks of the lyrics and the catchy tune of the song are simply irresistible. Artists who covered “Umbrella” include Taylor Swift, Mandy Moore, Marie Digby, Linkin Park, and others. They did not change the lyrics but the arrangement of the song is usually different, giving a different light to the lyrics.

So, You’ve Decided to Get in Shape… Again (part two).

May 6, 2010
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* I apologise in advance for the magnitude of this….epistle.
As my grade five teacher said, “Craig is easily distracted in class, can be disruptive and has a tendency to be somewhat verbose.

Verbose?
Am not.

You are.

So yesterday we momentarily shifted our focus from the (strictly) head and heart stuff to the body stuff and today we’ll continue the discussion and take a look at the food thing. I know there is much confusion, debate and disagreement about optimal nutrition, so it is always my goal to keep it simple, practical and do-able!
It is my belief that many experts make a simple process (eating well) much harder than it needs to be… and being as I’m kinda simple, I thought we’d keep the discussion that way.
(Simple).

Most of the following is taken from my book ‘Food for Thought’.

Enjoy.

At the start of many diet books the author will make some amazing but predictable claims as to why his or her ‘nutritional model’ is the long-awaited answer to the global obesity problem and why that particular book is remarkably different to any of its predecessors. In the business world this is called having a USP; a Unique Selling Proposition. They want us to believe that their book, in a sea of similar books, is the book we can’t do without. Unless the book’s message and philosophy is different to the other four billion books on offer (has a USP), why would we want to read it? So very early in the piece they will do their best to establish the WOW factor and to impress us with jargon, tech-terms, university studies, research from NASA, their version of weight-loss truth and some amazing testimonies from people who have lost the equivalent of a Hyundai in body-weight in seven weeks.

Invariably, the claims are based on ‘breakthrough’ scientific research by a bloke with four PhD’s and messy hair, and in an attempt to impress (or confuse) us readers they’ll throw in terms like deoxyribonucleic acid, thermogenic, glycemic load, cellular nutrition and independent double-blind study.
Aaaah, the good old double-blind study; where would we be without those?

With books like the CSIRO Diet, the Atkins Diet, the Low GI Diet, the Health Revolution Diet, Protein Power, the Pritikin Diet, the Ultimate Weight Solution, Dieting for Dummies, the South Beach Diet, the Carbohydrate Addicts Diet, The Fat Fallacy, The Zone, Mastering the Zone, Son of the Zone (I made that one up) already selling in the squillions, it might be reasonable to suggest that another diet book ain’t gunna turn the SS Obesity around any time soon.

In fact I’m sure if I went into the lab, put on my white coat (ok, it’s beige) and gave it a good shot, I could find a definite correlation between the increase in the number of diet books on the market and the rising levels of obesity. I know a little about science and I reckon if I try hard enough to interpret the data to suit my hypothesis, I could scientifically conclude that diet books are quite possibly the cause of global obesity. Think about it; we’ve never had more diet books, yet we’ve never been fatter. Maybe I’m on to something? Surely there’s a relationship there?

Ok, I’m talking rubbish, but you get my point.

What if losing weight ain’t that complex?

While I acknowledge that losing weight isn’t always a piece of cake (literally or metaphorically), I also know that it isn’t as difficult as many people make it out to be. After all, if losing weight was simple and straight forward (energy in verses energy out, for example) then maybe we wouldn’t need all those diet books would we?

Mmmm.

Fortunately for you this post is not another tedious diet book, there will be no ridiculous claims, no further reference to double-blind studies and I don’t know many big scientific words, so you shouldn’t get confused.

RULE 1: Eat less.
Aaaah c’mon Harper…. give us something better than that! Thought you were a scientist? Sorry to disappoint you but as long as the biggest problem is overeating (which it is) then the number one solution will always be to eat less. As frustrating, obvious and simple as it may be to reduce our calorie intake… WE STILL DON’T DO IT!
Surely it can’t be so simple, can it?

The single biggest dietary mistake made by most of us is… over-eating.

We confuse what we want, with what our body actually needs (as discussed in the National Geographic Diet post).
It’s estimated that many of us consume thirty to forty percent more food than we need every day. The net result of all that over-eating is fat adults, fat kids and the fastest growing obesity rate in history.

People are almost disappointed with the simplicity of this rule (because they think there must be more to it) but the truth is, if the only thing overweight people did was consistently reduce their calorie intake by up to half, all diet books would be redundant because we’d have virtually zero obesity. So while the experts are debating the high-carb, low-carb, no-carb thing, smart people are simply reducing calories and losing weight! Perhaps a little 1985, but it works. If you’re not sure where to start, reduce the size of your meals by twenty percent and see how you go.

RULE 2: Don’t drink your calories.
While many drinks are cheap, practical, convenient and taste ace… a lot of them are also high in sugar, fat and calories and low in nutritional value. They are also big contributors towards the obesity problem. Some people consistently drink more calories (crap calories) than they eat.
And don’t be fooled by some of the ‘healthier’ options; fruit juices, smoothies, cappuccinos, hot chocolates and protein shakes can be loaded with calories and often contain more sugar than soft drinks (sodas). Some smoothies contain more calories than we might have in a typical lunch or dinner… and people drink these in between meals because they are a healthy option. If you are determined to drink smoothies, use only skim milk, throw in some ice, use fresh fruit (not juice), don’t add ice cream, don’t sweeten it (except with fruit), don’t drink two litres of it… and call it what it is; a meal.
And then of course there’s alcohol….

RULE 3: Eat five to six small meals per day (all about the same size).
Most Aussies are ‘three square meals a day’ people. Research tells us (I hate that expression, but it’s true) that our bodies actually function better on more frequent smaller meals, rather than less frequent, bigger meals. Our body isn’t built to run on a sporadic mix of whopping meals, tiny meals and ‘normal-size’ meals. When we eat small, similar-sized meals more often we are less likely to get fat, more likely to keep our blood sugar levels in a healthier range, more likely to keep our metabolism elevated, less likely to overload our digestive system, less likely to have cravings (and do stupid things), less likely to have energy peaks and troughs and more likely to stay mentally sharp. To my knowledge there is no scientific evidence that indicates that a mix of bigger and smaller meals is optimum for a human body, yet that’s how most of us eat; four corn flakes for breakfast and a deep-fried buffalo for lunch… followed by an afternoon nap.
By the way, a meal doesn’t have to be as big as a caravan and served up on a plate to qualify as a meal. A meal might be an apple and a yoghurt or a hundred grams of chicken (not a kilo) and a salad. If you want a rough guide as to how much food is ideal at each meal, look at the size of your fist and that is about the volume of food you can aim for (if you exercise a lot you may want to increase it by fifty percent). Of course the fist thing is not a scientific standard but it can give you a starting point (I know right now you’re wishing you had bigger hands).

RULE 4: Read nutritional information labels and know exactly what you’re putting in your mouth.
Don’t believe what’s written in big words on the front… that’s called advertising, not information. Look for the little box on the back with all the numbers in it and discover what you’re really eating. Recently one of my clients told me she had discovered low-fat peanut butter. She was excited to inform me that it was twenty-five percent less fat than normal (that’s what the label on the front told her). When she read the nutritional information box she discovered that her low-fat peanut butter was about forty percent fat… so instead of being extremely high in fat (like normal peanut butter), it was ‘only’ very high in fat. Rather than going for the atrocious option, she simply went for the terrible one. Nutella is a spread which is marketed towards kids and is advertised as being low Glycemic Index. They’re not lying; it is low G.I. What they don’t advertise is that it’s also high in fat, high in sugar and high in calories… just what our fat kids need.

Also be aware that many low-fat products are loaded with sugar to compensate for the lack of fat and flavour. Don’t assume that low-fat foods won’t make you fat. You might be interested (or depressed) to learn that some brands of barbeque sauce are over fifty percent sugar… sorry for ruining your summer barbeque fun.
A few years ago one of my clients informed me that she had decided to substitute her evening meal for a low-fat meal replacement shake. Being the sceptical, boring and predictable type that I am, I asked her to bring me an empty sachet so that I could investigate exactly what was in her little weight-loss miracle. With sixteen different vitamins and minerals, less than one percent fat and the personal endorsement of an Olympian, how could she go wrong?
If only it wasn’t fifty seven percent sugar (no, that’s not a misprint) perhaps she might have lost some weight.
Beware the weight-loss sachet.

RULE 5: Avoid (most) cereals.
What? Isn’t cereal meant to be the healthy breakfast? These days the term ‘healthy cereal’ is almost an oxymoron. Most cereals are sugary, processed, expensive crap but if you really want to go down that road then opt for the ones with the shorter ingredient lists. Usually the longer the ingredient list (for any food product, not just cereal), the worse the product is for you. That will leave you with options like oats (my daily breakfast), unprocessed bran, weet-bix (or similar), some natural mueslis and a few others. Read the nutritional information on the pack carefully and choose wisely. If it has more than ten grams of sugar per hundred, avoid it.

RULE 6: Don’t eat within four hours of bedtime.
This is one of those rules that might not sit well with the ‘nutritional gurus’ but… I don’t really care. They can have their own set of rules! While it’s not always possible, practical or appropriate for everyone to stop eating four hours before bedtime (shift workers, diabetics, kids), for many of us this is a great rule for a few reasons: 1.People sleep better because their digestive system isn’t working overtime while they try and sleep. 2. They won’t indulge in senseless late-night, pantry-raiding type eating. 3. They might actually wake up hungry (a good thing) and 4. They won’t overload their body with calories when they are moving in to their least active phase of the day (and a time when they won’t be burning a great deal of calories). Bottom line: for many people their biggest weight-loss challenge is controlling their night-time eating… Follow this rule and you’ll have no problems.
(I didn’t say it was easy; I just said it works).

RULE 7: Keep a food diary.
It’s amazing what a difference a food diary can make.
The simple process of recording our food intake can be one which greatly increases our chances of achieving fantastic results. My experience is that people who keep an accurate food diary are more likely to lose weight, more likely to create new habits, more likely to get into reality and stay there (as opposed to the food fibbers and the delusional I-hardly-eat-anything people), more likely to stay focused and more likely to create ‘forever’ change.
Yes, it may seem childish to have to record everything and no, it might not always be convenient for you, but I’ve used diaries with everyone from obese kids, to doctors, to elite athletes… and they work. You’ll learn a bit about yourself, you’ll gain some self control and you’ll lose weight. So don’t be precious or too important… and start that diary.

RULE 8: Clean out your pantry and fridge. Remove the temptations.
I know and you know how amazing your will power is…but why don’t you get rid of those temptations anyway! Removing the junk from your pantry and fridge is always cathartic and ain’t gonna hurt your weight loss endeavours any. Instead of having the chocolates, the biscuits and those special treats for when the… er, visitors drop over, why don’t you do your visitors a favour and replace those unhealthier treats with some healthier options.

* Tomorrow we’ll wrap up the worlds longest post and finish the food rules.
Er, suggestions.

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