The Zone

The makers were kind when they gave me a robust and (I must admit) strong body, but with these qualities came some disadvantages… like the amount of exercise I need to stay fit, and the amount of food I have to consume to fuel my engine.

For many years I have struggled with extra weight, since I am not an exercise addict I always have something extra on me, and I have never been a fan of extreme diets. I have always made fun of people who gave up lots of things to stay fit and failed miserably; Many years ago my mother started reading a book by Barry Sears about The Zone, and for many years she experimented around with it. It was not until I turned eighteen that I accepted an offer (my mother’s) to start The Zone diet. I never expected what happened.

The way The Zone diet works is simple: Carbohydrate and protein blocks (Sears’ unit to measure food/energy/etc) have to be completely balanced (X=Y) and consumed in a certain measure. Following a very simple formula any person can calculate how many blocks per day he/she must consume, this may sound simple but the results are actually frightening. During my first week with the Zone diet I was busy eating most of the time, I easily ate twice as much as I usually did and lost a lot of weight and body fat. Unfortunately I had to drop it because I moved… to another country.

No more high school: No more afternoon activities, breaks spent playing basketball, chasing people around campus, running around just because, and no more P.E. I progressively started gaining weight, and then more and more and more. It took me over a year to grow some balls and take care of myself, and a couple of weeks after I started, I also started the Zone diet.

Three weeks into the diet and I have built muscle, lost 15 pounds, 4 waist inches and 4% of my body fat percentage. I have been eating like a beast, too.

Happy Meal

A real happy meal.

My only piece of advice?

Stop fooling around, and get the damn book.

The Day I Turned Twenty

Up until last week, and ever since I turned seven, I had been an overly-dramatic person in regards to aging. Every birthday (inside my head) was mostly dramatic because I hated to be reminded that my lifespan had been shortened more.

Mix X parts of pointless dreading with Y parts of “I do not know what to do with my life” and you have over a decade of absolutely ridiculous and unnecessary worrying… At least I have the feeling those thoughts will not be coming back to annoy me for a while (freedom). Since the way things untangled themselves was really funny and simple I just cannot avoid sharing.

I already mentioned in another post how I was having problems figuring out what I wanted to do with my life; Fortunately for me, I have already figured it out, actually, I even feel a little angry at the fact that I did not realize how much I enjoy it/will enjoy it.

Fourteen years of constant preoccupation were disposed of in little over twenty hours. What did I need? A museum exhibition that got my blood boiling (what a waste of artistic talent!) followed by a couple of others that made me grin abundantly.

Quebec

I blame all the pretty buildings too.

This got me thinking one more time… why must our thought process be so complex? For four years I spent days and nights trying to figure out what I wanted, what I needed… what, what! And I get my answer in a couple of days and just like magic: BOOM! There was my answer. I did not ask for it, I was not prepared for it, and I really – REALLY needed it. I wish I had found it out earlier… a lot of things in my world would have been different.

No more “what could have been”. Now things will just… be.

The rest of my life

Since I was a little boy (I mean it), I always had issues with phrases like “what do you plan to do for the rest of your life” or “what are you planning to do with the rest of your life”. Choosing a profession or an activity to do has always brought me loads of trouble.

Back when I was a kid I was dying to be some sort of ass-kicking paleontologist – mercenary (then I played tomb raider and I added “hot woman” to that job description), and would waste days thinking how incredible it would be to discover a new species or a certain specimen and shoot my way to get some recognition or take part in something related to it. As years went by I discovered that Paleontology was not within my reach and was actually much less exciting without all the gunfighting, exotic places and sex scenes… By the time I started Junior High I was convinced that I was going to be a drone like most people I knew, and spend the rest of my life knowing that I was doing something great, useful and fun… when I really was not. I have always been a pessimist, but I was definitely at my worst back then. I wanted to make viruses for a living (and kill people by, not for, the millions) too.

Along came high school and I focused on something else, I discovered I was actually good at telling machines what to do, so I started programming. Even though most of the things I did were for the lulz, I did learn a lot and even wanted to become a game developer one day. I was enrolled in a University, in a Software Engineering program, and started climbing… All of the sudden, however, I realized I did not want that kind of life. Just thinking about crunch hours and coding (which is what I liked) stressed me, and I lost interest more and more and more. A year after I started Uni I switched my major to English Literature, pursuing a career as a writer I decidedly switched to English: I have been unable to write a story ever since. Short stories? Yes! REALLY short stories, but what about that book I was getting ready? Not anymore I am not.

The reason? Who knows? I just know I do not know what I want to do with the rest of my life.

Probably the reason why I tell every kid/teenager to shut up and enjoy his/her freedom, that lack of important decisions to make.

Furballs! Eins, zwei, drei, WOA!

Ya no soy el metalhead que solía ser cuando tenía 17.

Pasé por wannabe, poser, true y trve en un par de años antes de decidir que en realidad no era lo mio, no obstante, hubo algo que siempre me quedé con ganas de hacer y que todavía quiero hacer y definitivamente voy a hacer.

Hace un par de años quedé con unos cuantos vagos que en twenty-ten ibamos a ir a Alemania (haciendo una escala aparentemente obligatoria en Amsterdam) para el Wacken Open Air. Llegando casi está el verano de twenty-ten y estoy mas que seguro de que nadie tiene ni los recursos ni el boleto para el festival dichosito.

El propósito de esta entrada, mas que hablar acerca del WOA es para que lo lean esos otros *vagos* y nos pongamos de acuerdo para ir al WOA twenty-twelve. Porque tenemos que ir y porque es un bonito número.

Roll call!

About THAT Quote

It has come to my attention that a considerable amount of traffic has been coming from a certain search…

If I was the man I was five years ago I’d take a flamethrower to this place!

I tweeted that phrase months ago. Seriously people, try using google instead of WordPress’ search engine for better results.

DO watch the movie. I liked it.

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