3 Body Types

There are three body types. Endomorph, mesomoprh and ectomorph. These are important in sports fitness and training because it helps you learn and understand the strengths and weaknesses of your body type to avoid injury in training.

It is also important so we can STOP TELLING ENDOMORPH CHILDREN THEY ARE OBESE!

They have a certain body frame. They are stockier in some places than the ectomorph, and they hold weight differently than the mesomorph. Read up about your body type and learn how to care for it.

There can be malnourished endomorphs and flabby unhealthy ectomorphs. I'm not advocating obesity. But tearing down a child's self esteem and having eight year old's counting calories because they're uninformed school counselor told them they're fat, is not okay.

I don't know where this wave of unread health workers are coming from, but it needs to stop.

Being an endomorph is not obesity. So, school nutrition and health counselors, kindly remove your cranial region from your descending colon before giving children any sort of nutritional or dietary advice. Do your research.

Thank you.

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Some One Cares That You Are Here.

Somebody cares that you exist.
I care that you exist.

In the day to day of life we can feel like everything is fixed against us. Like we're climbing up a muddy hill in the rain and we keep sliding back down in defeat and disgrace.

You're not alone.

It can feel like that little pebble you're trying to add to the world doesn't matter. That song, that painted figure, that poem, story, cake, dance, hug.

You sit and hear your mind echo endlessly that it's all useless and that the world won't change with your passing.

But you're wrong.

It does matter.

All of it matters.

Because if you are genuine, you will bring a smile to someone's face. You will gain their trust. You will be their shoulder to lean on when they feel like this.

If you haven't been genuine in the past, it's not to late to be honest with yourself and change. You can make the world better. You can be better.

You may be that one who convinces someone to put down the bottle of pills they planned to take the last sleep of their life, and you'd never know. You never will.

We can't ever see all the ways we affect the world around us. Especially when the darkness is creeping in. Whether a break up, job loss, a lost opportunity, a failed endeavor, bad news from the doctor, a battle with drugs or alcohol or any other of life's endeavors that just didn't go the way you wanted.

You figure, why bother?

I get it. I've been there. What took the blade from my wrist or got me to stop wandering dangerous neighborhoods hoping to run into the wrong person was a phone call. A message. A hand to hold when I needed it.

And if no one else is offering, than I am.

It's not that no one cares. I promise you. I know it feels that way sometimes, but more people care about you than you will ever fully comprehend, and that is part of the magic of life. All the ways we affect each other that we never see or hear.

The way you affect me.

If you're reading this right now, you've touched me in some way, and I am forever grateful for your contribution to my life.

We just get so caught up in our own lives that we forget to check in sometimes. I'm very guilty of this myself with each project I throw myself into.

But they still care. I still care.

You are loved. You are wanted. And you will leave an awful, bleeding, jagged hole in this world if you were to leave it.

And if you don't believe me, believe in me.
There's no hill I won't climb.
If you can't believe in yourself right now, just believe in me, believing in you.

Humanity or Righteousness?

I was watching Daria recently (dear heavens I had forgotten how funny that show was) and there was an episode involving a love triangle, when one character makes out with somebody else's boyfriend. Very typical situation, but they all managed to handle it with humor, though and a bit of grace. (I'm not saying who for anyone that hasn't seen the episode yet.)

It made me think of a conversation a friend of mine had in high school, lamenting the days on the playground in grade school where we could have a knock down, drag out fist fight and still play toys together that next weekend.

And in high school, it might not always work, but somebody might break up and end up with a close friend and people learn to adapt. Friends can have a huge fight or falling out and make up a week or so later.

Yet as we sink further into 'adulthood', we seem to lose that malleability. One argument can end a friendship. One disagreement or unfortunate situation can end years worth of trust, joy and friendship. And I'm honestly not sure why that is. Why do we lose that malleability of youth?

We may say to ourselves that as we get older, the stakes get higher. And that may or may not be true, but are the stakes of losing a long term friend any less?

I think our pride and stubbornness come into play. We don't want to lose face, or admit to being in the wrong (which, inside tip, not admitting you're wrong when you're actually wrong, does not save face) and thus we let a friendship that lasted years just wither and die. For what, pride?

Did pride sit with you during your last break up. Did pride help you out when you were between jobs? Is pride going to come pick you up when your car breaks down and you're stranded? You get the idea.

And I'm not saying that we should stay in abusive situations.

But I see this alarming repost of “leave a situation or relationship that no longer serves you.”

A relationship isn't there to serve you. Friends are not there to serve you. Lovers are not there to serve you.

And I know that in the fastfood, status update, Amazon delivery age we live in, that everything needs to be immediate and serve us exactly the way we want it. But like that woman that just got her ass whipped at a McDonald's after angrily throwing her milkshake at an employee learned, the world isn't always there to take your abuse and make you happy for it.

Anything worth while requires time, effort and dedication. We learn this in school, at work, as craftsmen(women/persons), as musicians, technicians, coders or anything else in life. And yet we forget to apply this in our social lives?

There are friends that I've lost to my own pride. There are friends I've lost to their pride. I've recently watched friends cut off other friends to assuage their own pride and largely just so they didn't have to admit to being wrong. (It didn't make them any less wrong, it did not in fact make them look “better” in the eyes of anyone, and it lost them a lot of friends for no reason, just to reiterate my earlier sentiment.)

I guess to a degree, we have to learn to forgive each other for being human. In this ever increasing political crucible all around us, fanned by “information” outlets clamoring for ad revenue and marketing dollars, we have to learn more about the shades of gray in the world and people around us. If we could do this, there might be less hostility in the world. We might lose less friends. We might lose less people in general.

Just something to think about.

Be right, or be human. Both have their benefits I suppose. But I've always found that the company of genuine people to be more pleasant and comforting than the heat of my own righteousness.

Whether or not you agree is up to you.