I need you in my heart
I need you in my heart, where are you answer me.
I need you in my heart, come closer I need you to hold me.
I need you in my heart, open up let you feel me.
I need you in my heart, I need you to break me...
I need you in my heart, I need your magic against my demons to tame me.
I need you in my heart, open up take me.
I need you in my heart, I have to have you feel me.
I need you in my heart, there is nothing more to say ... feel me.
I need you in my heart, thank you for understanding me.
I need you in my heart, in your arms take me.
I need you in my heart, I am down on my knees save me.
I need you in my heart, it is not too late, obtain me.
I need you in my heart, I knew you would be the one to get me.
I need you in my heart, you found the way in.
I need you in my heart, you found the key to tame my demons within.
I need you in my heart, to quiet this screaming within.
I need you in my heart, like an engine needs its fuel.
I need you in my heart, can you feel me answering, my peace within so pure?
I am calm.
I love you so so very f**ing much.
I need a cigarette....thank you for allowing me.
_MK
Monday, December 22, 2008
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
What do you stand for?
What do you believe in?
What we fight, or what we are against, weakens us.
What we are *for*, or we support, strengthens us; or makes us more powerful.
When you want to change something in your life, remove all aspects that you are against and focus only on what you are *for*. Doing so, the LOA will go into place, and the Universe will begin to offer you experiences of that which you are *for*.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
After a brief and empowering Yoga session I checked my e-mails, creeped FaceBook =D and decided to work on my *writing* I love writing and putting my thoughts down. I have been suggested to take this passion more seriously. Well, we may just have a start to something here.
This morning, I decided that it is time to set new goals, and start moving on from the temporary defeat that has kept me on the side lines the past few weeks.
I experienced a professional predicament the past month that left a greater stamp on my heart than I hoped for. I learned yet ...anotehr set of lessons. Boy will it ever stop?? Didin't think so!!!!!!
Yeah; so.... I was [almost] broken. For those who know me more intimately know my life story has one theme: Fighter. One who never backs down, but always finds a way to rise, and fight one more round in the boxing rink of life.
Better. Stronger. Faster. More Passionately.
One thing I am sure of: Life IS Great.
Live by that statement every day; whatever challenges may be faced. Lift the pressures and commit only to work on them *just that day*. That is it. Work on it, just today. Repeat this for only one week, and see how far you have come facing your challenges by the end of next week.
Love it!
I found a cute poem that I would like to close this Blog with. Reading it, remember, we are all running in the race of life itself, and that means that every now and then we may just happen to fall .... But what matters is NOT the fall, but HOW we get back up and continue moving towards the life we want to live.
The Race
Whenever I start to hang my head in front of failure's face,
my downward fall is broken by the memory of a race.
A children's race, young boys, young men; how I remember well,
excitement sure, but also fear, it wasn't hard to tell.
They all lined up so full of hope, each thought to win that race
or tie for first, or if not that, at least take second place.
Their parents watched from off the side, each cheering for their son,
and each boy hoped to show his folks that he would be the one.
The whistle blew and off they flew, like chariots of fire,
to win, to be the hero there, was each young boy's desire.
One boy in particular, whose dad was in the crowd,
was running in the lead and thought "My dad will be so proud."
But as he speeded down the field and crossed a shallow dip,
the little boy who thought he'd win, lost his step and slipped.
Trying hard to catch himself, his arms flew everyplace,
and midst the laughter of the crowd he fell flat on his face.
As he fell, his hope fell too; he couldn't win it now.
Humiliated, he just wished to disappear somehow.
But as he fell his dad stood up and showed his anxious face,
which to the boy so clearly said, "Get up and win that race!"
He quickly rose, no damage done, behind a bit that's all,
and ran with all his mind and might to make up for his fall.
So anxious to restore himself, to catch up and to win,
his mind went faster than his legs. He slipped and fell again.
He wished that he had quit before with only one disgrace.
"I'm hopeless as a runner now, I shouldn't try to race."
But through the laughing crowd he searched and found his father's face
with a steady look that said again, "Get up and win that race!"
So he jumped up to try again, ten yards behind the last.
"If I'm to gain those yards," he thought, "I've got to run real fast!"
Exceeding everything he had, he regained eight, then ten...
but trying hard to catch the lead, he slipped and fell again.
Defeat! He lay there silently. A tear dropped from his eye.
"There's no sense running anymore! Three strikes I'm out! Why try?
I've lost, so what's the use?" he thought. "I'll live with my disgrace."
But then he thought about his dad, who soon he'd have to face.
"Get up," an echo sounded low, "you haven't lost at all,
for all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall.
Get up!" the echo urged him on, "Get up and take your place!
You were not meant for failure here! Get up and win that race!"
So, up he rose to run once more, refusing to forfeit,
and he resolved that win or lose, at least he wouldn't quit.
So far behind the others now, the most he'd ever been,
still he gave it all he had and ran like he could win.
Three times he'd fallen stumbling, three times he rose again.
Too far behind to hope to win, he still ran to the end.
They cheered another boy who crossed the line and won first place,
head high and proud and happy -- no falling, no disgrace.
But, when the fallen youngster crossed the line, in last place,
the crowd gave him a greater cheer for finishing the race.
And even though he came in last with head bowed low, unproud,
you would have thought he'd won the race, to listen to the crowd.
And to his dad he sadly said, "I didn't do so well."
"To me, you won," his father said. "You rose each time you fell."
And now when things seem dark and bleak and difficult to face,
the memory of that little boy helps me in my own race.
For all of life is like that race, with ups and downs and all.
And all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall.
And when depression and despair shout loudly in my face,
another voice within me says, "Get up and win that race!"
by D. H. Groberg
Namaste,
Monika
This morning, I decided that it is time to set new goals, and start moving on from the temporary defeat that has kept me on the side lines the past few weeks.
I experienced a professional predicament the past month that left a greater stamp on my heart than I hoped for. I learned yet ...anotehr set of lessons. Boy will it ever stop?? Didin't think so!!!!!!
Yeah; so.... I was [almost] broken. For those who know me more intimately know my life story has one theme: Fighter. One who never backs down, but always finds a way to rise, and fight one more round in the boxing rink of life.
Better. Stronger. Faster. More Passionately.
One thing I am sure of: Life IS Great.
Live by that statement every day; whatever challenges may be faced. Lift the pressures and commit only to work on them *just that day*. That is it. Work on it, just today. Repeat this for only one week, and see how far you have come facing your challenges by the end of next week.
Love it!
I found a cute poem that I would like to close this Blog with. Reading it, remember, we are all running in the race of life itself, and that means that every now and then we may just happen to fall .... But what matters is NOT the fall, but HOW we get back up and continue moving towards the life we want to live.
The Race
Whenever I start to hang my head in front of failure's face,
my downward fall is broken by the memory of a race.
A children's race, young boys, young men; how I remember well,
excitement sure, but also fear, it wasn't hard to tell.
They all lined up so full of hope, each thought to win that race
or tie for first, or if not that, at least take second place.
Their parents watched from off the side, each cheering for their son,
and each boy hoped to show his folks that he would be the one.
The whistle blew and off they flew, like chariots of fire,
to win, to be the hero there, was each young boy's desire.
One boy in particular, whose dad was in the crowd,
was running in the lead and thought "My dad will be so proud."
But as he speeded down the field and crossed a shallow dip,
the little boy who thought he'd win, lost his step and slipped.
Trying hard to catch himself, his arms flew everyplace,
and midst the laughter of the crowd he fell flat on his face.
As he fell, his hope fell too; he couldn't win it now.
Humiliated, he just wished to disappear somehow.
But as he fell his dad stood up and showed his anxious face,
which to the boy so clearly said, "Get up and win that race!"
He quickly rose, no damage done, behind a bit that's all,
and ran with all his mind and might to make up for his fall.
So anxious to restore himself, to catch up and to win,
his mind went faster than his legs. He slipped and fell again.
He wished that he had quit before with only one disgrace.
"I'm hopeless as a runner now, I shouldn't try to race."
But through the laughing crowd he searched and found his father's face
with a steady look that said again, "Get up and win that race!"
So he jumped up to try again, ten yards behind the last.
"If I'm to gain those yards," he thought, "I've got to run real fast!"
Exceeding everything he had, he regained eight, then ten...
but trying hard to catch the lead, he slipped and fell again.
Defeat! He lay there silently. A tear dropped from his eye.
"There's no sense running anymore! Three strikes I'm out! Why try?
I've lost, so what's the use?" he thought. "I'll live with my disgrace."
But then he thought about his dad, who soon he'd have to face.
"Get up," an echo sounded low, "you haven't lost at all,
for all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall.
Get up!" the echo urged him on, "Get up and take your place!
You were not meant for failure here! Get up and win that race!"
So, up he rose to run once more, refusing to forfeit,
and he resolved that win or lose, at least he wouldn't quit.
So far behind the others now, the most he'd ever been,
still he gave it all he had and ran like he could win.
Three times he'd fallen stumbling, three times he rose again.
Too far behind to hope to win, he still ran to the end.
They cheered another boy who crossed the line and won first place,
head high and proud and happy -- no falling, no disgrace.
But, when the fallen youngster crossed the line, in last place,
the crowd gave him a greater cheer for finishing the race.
And even though he came in last with head bowed low, unproud,
you would have thought he'd won the race, to listen to the crowd.
And to his dad he sadly said, "I didn't do so well."
"To me, you won," his father said. "You rose each time you fell."
And now when things seem dark and bleak and difficult to face,
the memory of that little boy helps me in my own race.
For all of life is like that race, with ups and downs and all.
And all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall.
And when depression and despair shout loudly in my face,
another voice within me says, "Get up and win that race!"
by D. H. Groberg
Namaste,
Monika
Friday, July 18, 2008
What do you stand for ....really
I have long been thinking about the hypocrisy that surrounds the fitness industry, as well as the newly booming coaching profession.
It seems to me that there are way too many out there who preach the *right thing* yet in their REAL, every day, lives they function in a nature that contradicts their public image/message. I.e. personally they fail to live up to the message they deliver through their words.
For those of us who are professionals in a position of an ideal/example to follow, it is our moral responsibility to live according to our words, and truly be the role-model.
I am saddened to meet people over and over again, who paint the pretty picture, speak heart-warming words, write wonderful books, yet as persons, lack the ingegrity to live up to the message they send out.
Nobody is perfect and we all have days where our performance may not be ideal. However, a person who operates with integrity from the core, and truly lives for the message they convey, will never fall short of being ethical or contradict themselves, and will never be too far from what they stand for.
I urge everyone to take a very close look at their inner world, and outer performance and make sure that the two coincide.
I also would encourage the seekers to take responsibility for the information received, ask questions, and make sure that value sought isn't just assumed for face value, but is accepted for it's validity.
Wishing you all the right premises.
I have long been thinking about the hypocrisy that surrounds the fitness industry, as well as the newly booming coaching profession.
It seems to me that there are way too many out there who preach the *right thing* yet in their REAL, every day, lives they function in a nature that contradicts their public image/message. I.e. personally they fail to live up to the message they deliver through their words.
For those of us who are professionals in a position of an ideal/example to follow, it is our moral responsibility to live according to our words, and truly be the role-model.
I am saddened to meet people over and over again, who paint the pretty picture, speak heart-warming words, write wonderful books, yet as persons, lack the ingegrity to live up to the message they send out.
Nobody is perfect and we all have days where our performance may not be ideal. However, a person who operates with integrity from the core, and truly lives for the message they convey, will never fall short of being ethical or contradict themselves, and will never be too far from what they stand for.
I urge everyone to take a very close look at their inner world, and outer performance and make sure that the two coincide.
I also would encourage the seekers to take responsibility for the information received, ask questions, and make sure that value sought isn't just assumed for face value, but is accepted for it's validity.
Wishing you all the right premises.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
A Bad Habit
Being Hard On Ourselves
One of the key components of human consciousness that most of us need to address and change is our tendency to be hard on ourselves. We do this in ways that are both overt and subtle, and half the work sometimes is recognizing that we are doing it at all. For example, if we find it difficult to graciously accept compliments, this is probably a sign that we tend to be hard on ourselves. Other ways in which we express this tendency include never feeling satisfied with a job well done, always wanting to be and do better, and getting mad at ourselves for getting sick. Getting mad at ourselves at all indicates that we need to rescue ourselves from our learned ability to be unkind to ourselves.
In essence, when we are hard on ourselves, we send our bodies the message that we are not good enough. Whenever we do this, we do damage that will need to be addressed later, and we sap our systems of much-needed energy. Being hard on ourselves is a waste of precious time and energy that we could use in positive ways. To begin to understand how this works, we can think about times when someone made us feel that we weren’t good enough. Even just thinking about it will create an effect in our bodies that doesn’t feel good. We may be used to the feeling, but when we really tune into it, we instinctively know that it is not good for us on any level.
Like any bad habit, being hard on ourselves can be a challenging one to release, but the more we feel the burden it places on us, the more motivated we will be to change. At first, just noticing when we are doing it and how it makes us feel is enough. As our awareness increases, our innate impulse toward health and well-being will be activated, moving us out of danger and into a more positive and more natural relationship with ourselves.
_from the DailyOM
Being Hard On Ourselves
One of the key components of human consciousness that most of us need to address and change is our tendency to be hard on ourselves. We do this in ways that are both overt and subtle, and half the work sometimes is recognizing that we are doing it at all. For example, if we find it difficult to graciously accept compliments, this is probably a sign that we tend to be hard on ourselves. Other ways in which we express this tendency include never feeling satisfied with a job well done, always wanting to be and do better, and getting mad at ourselves for getting sick. Getting mad at ourselves at all indicates that we need to rescue ourselves from our learned ability to be unkind to ourselves.
In essence, when we are hard on ourselves, we send our bodies the message that we are not good enough. Whenever we do this, we do damage that will need to be addressed later, and we sap our systems of much-needed energy. Being hard on ourselves is a waste of precious time and energy that we could use in positive ways. To begin to understand how this works, we can think about times when someone made us feel that we weren’t good enough. Even just thinking about it will create an effect in our bodies that doesn’t feel good. We may be used to the feeling, but when we really tune into it, we instinctively know that it is not good for us on any level.
Like any bad habit, being hard on ourselves can be a challenging one to release, but the more we feel the burden it places on us, the more motivated we will be to change. At first, just noticing when we are doing it and how it makes us feel is enough. As our awareness increases, our innate impulse toward health and well-being will be activated, moving us out of danger and into a more positive and more natural relationship with ourselves.
_from the DailyOM
The essence of my work as a Personal Trainer and Life Coach
"The greatest good you can do for another is not just to share your riches, but to reveal to him his own." -- Benjamin Disraeli
This is what I consider to be essence of my work as a Personal Trainer/LifeStyle Coach. Today was just the proof. An old dear client resumed working with me after taking a year off form the gym. We always had a ritual of going for a power walk after our sessions to train our invisible selves:) I believe that the actual physical aspect of *working out* has very little to do with overall well being. If it were THAT easy EVERYONE would be magazine cover material. And let’s face it, most of us are a few workouts behind :)
Do not get me wrong, it IS essential to follow a customized training plan that fits YOU and YOUR lifestyle, as opposed to the randomly circulating copies of programs that supposed to WORK for you. I don’t think so. This is a different Blog all together.
Back to the original point. It is all about the COACHING aspect of my work!!!!! Beyond this only a trainer/coach who has personally encountered what they advise can change lives. There is no other way. Nobody would trust a mechanic who did not have a driver’s license, let alone owned a car...
During our walk we shed light on some roadblocks that may be preventing the flow of the process, and prevents her from becoming the results she aspires towards. The key to becoming the changes we wish to see, once revealed, is HOW these roadblocks are dealt with! Or, on the other hand, why one keeps on chasing the dream, like a cat chases her tail.
Albert Einstein said something along the lines of “one cannot solve a problem on the same level of thinking that has created it.” One must grow, either by taking responsibility for their current lives/results and seeking solution on their own. Or, by hiring a GOOD professional who understands where one is and can help them get the wheel out of the mud that is stuck.
Greatness IS not doing it on our own, walking around like one knows it all. True greatness lies in our humility, in our ability to accept the stage of life we are at, be open for growth/change, and seek Mentor(s) who’ve been where we aspire to ascend. AND allow for the new level of being to transform our lives inside and out.
One of my greatest advantages as a professional is that I HAVE BEEN THERE!!! Not many of you know that the seed of my career was my ongoing battle with weight and at one point being closer to the 200lbs mark than 100lbs, with almost NO muscle mass whatsoever!!! Yupp..Baby Had Back...Biiiiig time!!! I mean I still do but it is a different kind of back ;)
My own personal battle I fought, every day of my life for a very long time, is what gave me the greatest gift I have AND give to my clients today. Having made probably all the relevant mistakes ALL my clients collectively have made, allows me to understand my and coach them back on track successfully. This can stem from working with the injured stay-at-home dad who gained 120 lbs and no longer can stand not being able to chase his toddler around, to the 6’2 teen girl, who couldn’t see her femininity for her unusual height as a girl. Or the other end of the spectrum where I help bringing the sexy back with my bikini girls. Or, turning the mother of two/three into Stage Ready material!!!!! I do it all and I love it all; there is nothing like showing people their own *riches*
When one awakens to some-THING one needs, that IS the proof that one already HAS that exact thing inside. It is often the matter of finding the way, the right professional to help one to get there.
So how does one go about finding the right professional?
Learn
Observe
Ask questions
Look at the prospective trainers OWN BODY
Look at the bodies they produce
The poorest deciding factor is price. Most of us live on a limited budget, I know I do. BUT, and this is a BIG BUT, where there is a will there IS a way. The injured dad I mentioned above was on welfare at the time we started. HE FOUND A WAY!!!!!!!
In the case of finding the right trainer/coach, it is not the two-for-one that you should look for, or the *deal*. Look for quality of service. Look for THE RIGHT FIT. Remember, those who work for money instead for the passion for their work, will provide service that is going to serve the money, not your RESULTS!!!!!!
Look for a trainer/coach who is not standing beside you counting your
reps... yawning; checking themselves in the mirror while their client is fighting an improper movement ready for injury on site!!!! I wouldn’t pay for that!!!!!
I never count the reps right (in my opinion a few extra reps have never hurt anyone ...teehee). My clients tease this as the HUNGARIAN way of counting. Whatever....
BUT what I DO is, I ENGAGE:
I am there with my peeps all the way
I push them
I stretch them
I listen (I even hear their cursing thoughts!!!!!)
I watch (yes I do have eyes on the back of my head UNFORTUNATELY)
I yell
I hug
I reassure
I am tough but I am gentle I coach.... I AM!!! Together we produce results!!!!!
I remember when I was SOOOOO frustrated of being the master of all yo-yo systems years ago. I fell for every flying magical promise; by the end my body rejected even protein powders (because I abused my GI with supplements). I was very frustrated, I saw no way out. But I did not give up, I knew there had to be someone who had the answers for ME. I found this person, I consulted with them. And even though I did not own a house back than, the price was enough to make me see myself homeless, no more social splurging, no shopping sprees....These are enough to scare a girl for sure, but I knew I wanted it!!!! More than another pair of sandals that *spoke to me* I don’t want many things in my life (those who know me know this of me). BUT when I find something I WANT, I WILL!!!!
It took me some months to save my cash. I made sacrifices, I stopped shopping, I asked for money for my Bday etc. Before I knew it, I was ready to hire MY COACH. I never looked back. I can thank THAT step my life, my confidence, my foundation for my expertise.
Hiring a trainer/coach is a LIFE decision. Treat it as such. Do not let, what I see often, let bad decisions rob you of your dreams. That is hiring the wrong trainer/coach who is not the right fit, but may have offered the right price, all while not understanding the need at hand and let the clients' (I.e. YOUR) dream die. A client as such will be very hard to turn around. I see this EVERY day!!!! Don’t let the fire go out. Respect yourself, crate your life around THIS notion that you are WORTH it. And know there IS a right way.
Let YOUR trainer/coach inspire you to become all you can be, not another trainer, who you are both admiring while chatting to kill the hour ... ya heard?
Be all you can be.
Love yourself, love your body, love your mind, love your soul; love your life. You only have one of these:)
Be the change you want to see in the world.
Dream it. Create it. Live it. Love it. For forever.
"The greatest good you can do for another is not just to share your riches, but to reveal to him his own." -- Benjamin Disraeli
This is what I consider to be essence of my work as a Personal Trainer/LifeStyle Coach. Today was just the proof. An old dear client resumed working with me after taking a year off form the gym. We always had a ritual of going for a power walk after our sessions to train our invisible selves:) I believe that the actual physical aspect of *working out* has very little to do with overall well being. If it were THAT easy EVERYONE would be magazine cover material. And let’s face it, most of us are a few workouts behind :)
Do not get me wrong, it IS essential to follow a customized training plan that fits YOU and YOUR lifestyle, as opposed to the randomly circulating copies of programs that supposed to WORK for you. I don’t think so. This is a different Blog all together.
Back to the original point. It is all about the COACHING aspect of my work!!!!! Beyond this only a trainer/coach who has personally encountered what they advise can change lives. There is no other way. Nobody would trust a mechanic who did not have a driver’s license, let alone owned a car...
During our walk we shed light on some roadblocks that may be preventing the flow of the process, and prevents her from becoming the results she aspires towards. The key to becoming the changes we wish to see, once revealed, is HOW these roadblocks are dealt with! Or, on the other hand, why one keeps on chasing the dream, like a cat chases her tail.
Albert Einstein said something along the lines of “one cannot solve a problem on the same level of thinking that has created it.” One must grow, either by taking responsibility for their current lives/results and seeking solution on their own. Or, by hiring a GOOD professional who understands where one is and can help them get the wheel out of the mud that is stuck.
Greatness IS not doing it on our own, walking around like one knows it all. True greatness lies in our humility, in our ability to accept the stage of life we are at, be open for growth/change, and seek Mentor(s) who’ve been where we aspire to ascend. AND allow for the new level of being to transform our lives inside and out.
One of my greatest advantages as a professional is that I HAVE BEEN THERE!!! Not many of you know that the seed of my career was my ongoing battle with weight and at one point being closer to the 200lbs mark than 100lbs, with almost NO muscle mass whatsoever!!! Yupp..Baby Had Back...Biiiiig time!!! I mean I still do but it is a different kind of back ;)
My own personal battle I fought, every day of my life for a very long time, is what gave me the greatest gift I have AND give to my clients today. Having made probably all the relevant mistakes ALL my clients collectively have made, allows me to understand my and coach them back on track successfully. This can stem from working with the injured stay-at-home dad who gained 120 lbs and no longer can stand not being able to chase his toddler around, to the 6’2 teen girl, who couldn’t see her femininity for her unusual height as a girl. Or the other end of the spectrum where I help bringing the sexy back with my bikini girls. Or, turning the mother of two/three into Stage Ready material!!!!! I do it all and I love it all; there is nothing like showing people their own *riches*
When one awakens to some-THING one needs, that IS the proof that one already HAS that exact thing inside. It is often the matter of finding the way, the right professional to help one to get there.
So how does one go about finding the right professional?
Learn
Observe
Ask questions
Look at the prospective trainers OWN BODY
Look at the bodies they produce
The poorest deciding factor is price. Most of us live on a limited budget, I know I do. BUT, and this is a BIG BUT, where there is a will there IS a way. The injured dad I mentioned above was on welfare at the time we started. HE FOUND A WAY!!!!!!!
In the case of finding the right trainer/coach, it is not the two-for-one that you should look for, or the *deal*. Look for quality of service. Look for THE RIGHT FIT. Remember, those who work for money instead for the passion for their work, will provide service that is going to serve the money, not your RESULTS!!!!!!
Look for a trainer/coach who is not standing beside you counting your
reps... yawning; checking themselves in the mirror while their client is fighting an improper movement ready for injury on site!!!! I wouldn’t pay for that!!!!!
I never count the reps right (in my opinion a few extra reps have never hurt anyone ...teehee). My clients tease this as the HUNGARIAN way of counting. Whatever....
BUT what I DO is, I ENGAGE:
I am there with my peeps all the way
I push them
I stretch them
I listen (I even hear their cursing thoughts!!!!!)
I watch (yes I do have eyes on the back of my head UNFORTUNATELY)
I yell
I hug
I reassure
I am tough but I am gentle I coach.... I AM!!! Together we produce results!!!!!
I remember when I was SOOOOO frustrated of being the master of all yo-yo systems years ago. I fell for every flying magical promise; by the end my body rejected even protein powders (because I abused my GI with supplements). I was very frustrated, I saw no way out. But I did not give up, I knew there had to be someone who had the answers for ME. I found this person, I consulted with them. And even though I did not own a house back than, the price was enough to make me see myself homeless, no more social splurging, no shopping sprees....These are enough to scare a girl for sure, but I knew I wanted it!!!! More than another pair of sandals that *spoke to me* I don’t want many things in my life (those who know me know this of me). BUT when I find something I WANT, I WILL!!!!
It took me some months to save my cash. I made sacrifices, I stopped shopping, I asked for money for my Bday etc. Before I knew it, I was ready to hire MY COACH. I never looked back. I can thank THAT step my life, my confidence, my foundation for my expertise.
Hiring a trainer/coach is a LIFE decision. Treat it as such. Do not let, what I see often, let bad decisions rob you of your dreams. That is hiring the wrong trainer/coach who is not the right fit, but may have offered the right price, all while not understanding the need at hand and let the clients' (I.e. YOUR) dream die. A client as such will be very hard to turn around. I see this EVERY day!!!! Don’t let the fire go out. Respect yourself, crate your life around THIS notion that you are WORTH it. And know there IS a right way.
Let YOUR trainer/coach inspire you to become all you can be, not another trainer, who you are both admiring while chatting to kill the hour ... ya heard?
Be all you can be.
Love yourself, love your body, love your mind, love your soul; love your life. You only have one of these:)
Be the change you want to see in the world.
Dream it. Create it. Live it. Love it. For forever.
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
Monday, February 11, 2008
"Better Than Me"
I think I can do much better than you
After all the lies you put me through.
Guilt kicks in and you start to see...
Visions of [you and] me.
You told yourself a million times; you won't miss me.
But you have to face it, I am different;
And you can't let the notion of me go;
You just can't release.
You reminisce;
You see me next to you; you swear you can touch me
You close your eyes
Reach out and pull me in
You grab me
Through the thin silhouette of my dress,
Your manly remarks possess me
You feel my weight collapse on you.
Up close and very personal
You give in;
You always loved my hair in your face
You freeze, because you suddenly remember
What it feels like beside me.
You really miss my hair in your face
And the way my innocence tastes
And you exclaim:
There is NO WAY there would be anyone better than you; for me
While looking through my old box of notes
You find my pictures you took
that you used to so adore
If there's one memory you know you can't lose
That time at the mall...
in the dressing room...
Again, you remind yourself how you swore you wouldn't miss me
But you remember
What it feels like beside me
You really miss my hair in your face
And the way my innocence tastes
And you wonder, if there might just be someone better than you, for me
The bed you are lying in is getting colder
You wish I never would've said it's over
This time you can't pretend...
You won't think about me when you are older
Cause we never really had our closure
You scream:
This can't be the end!
Yet it is.
How painful; how sad. How real.
The feeling rids you of your inside...
At last; you really miss my hair in your face.
_MK
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Larger than life
I saw you and I felt you in entirety.
I held your glance, and I fell for you immediately.
You walked by me, and my knees trembled vulnerably.
You touched me and I melted instantaneously.
I started seeing you, and my heart became alive.
I kissed you first, because I knew I would want to have you for life.
You woke up from your misery and pursued my fire.
You trusted to follow my path, and you experienced the utmost pleasure of the highest desire.
Then, you suddenly woke up to you fears, and denied your heart desire;
You released my heart and watched it shatter like crystal on a marble tile.
What you meant to me was the highest of emotions possible to man;
What you have become, I will never comprehend.
_MK
I saw you and I felt you in entirety.
I held your glance, and I fell for you immediately.
You walked by me, and my knees trembled vulnerably.
You touched me and I melted instantaneously.
I started seeing you, and my heart became alive.
I kissed you first, because I knew I would want to have you for life.
You woke up from your misery and pursued my fire.
You trusted to follow my path, and you experienced the utmost pleasure of the highest desire.
Then, you suddenly woke up to you fears, and denied your heart desire;
You released my heart and watched it shatter like crystal on a marble tile.
What you meant to me was the highest of emotions possible to man;
What you have become, I will never comprehend.
_MK
I still do
If you asked me how I felt,
I would shrug my shoulder at you.
If you asked me if I still think of you
I would deny speaking to you.
If you asked if I ever dream of you;
I would answer with a big yawn right at you.
If you asked if I think about driving by your house, and if I still do
I would, with utter cynicism, laugh at you.
If you turned mad because of the intolerance of my behavior;
I would to an even greater extent go on to hurt you.
If, instead of asking if I still loved you, you simply kissed me;
I would, using not a spoken word, answer, that I still do.
~MK
If you asked me how I felt,
I would shrug my shoulder at you.
If you asked me if I still think of you
I would deny speaking to you.
If you asked if I ever dream of you;
I would answer with a big yawn right at you.
If you asked if I think about driving by your house, and if I still do
I would, with utter cynicism, laugh at you.
If you turned mad because of the intolerance of my behavior;
I would to an even greater extent go on to hurt you.
If, instead of asking if I still loved you, you simply kissed me;
I would, using not a spoken word, answer, that I still do.
~MK
Saturday, February 02, 2008
This Valentine's Day Celebrate The True Meaning of Love
by Gary Hull (February 8, 2007)
Every Valentine's Day a certain philosophic crime is perpetrated. Actually, it is committed year-round, but its destructiveness is magnified on this holiday. The crime is the propagation of a widely accepted falsehood: the idea that love is selfless.
Love, we are repeatedly taught, consists of self-sacrifice. Love based on self-interest, we are admonished, is cheap and sordid. True love, we are told, is altruistic. But is it?
Imagine a Valentine's Day card which takes this premise seriously. Imagine receiving a card with the following message:
"I get no pleasure from your existence. I obtain no personal enjoyment from the way you look, dress, move, act or think. Our relationship profits me not. You satisfy no sexual, emotional or intellectual needs of mine. You're a charity case, and I'm with you only out of pity.
Love,
XXX."
Needless to say, you would be indignant to learn that you are being "loved," not for anything positive you offer your lover, but--like any recipient of alms--for what you lack. Yet that is the perverse view of love entailed in the belief that it is self-sacrificial.
Genuine love is the exact opposite. It is the most selfish experience possible, in the true sense of the term: it benefits your life in a way that involves no sacrifice of others to yourself or of yourself to others.
To love a person is selfish because it means that you value that particular person, that he or she makes your life better, that he or she is an intense source of joy--to you. A "disinterested" love is a contradiction in terms. One cannot be neutral to that which one values. The time, effort and money you spend on behalf of someone you love are not sacrifices, but actions taken because his or her happiness is crucially important to your own. Such actions would constitute sacrifices only if they were done for a stranger--or for an enemy. Those who argue that love demands self-denial must hold the bizarre belief that it makes no personal difference whether your loved one is healthy or sick, feels pleasure or pain, is alive or dead.
It is regularly asserted that love should be unconditional, and that we should "love everyone as a brother." We see this view advocated by the "non-judgmental" grade-school teacher who tells his class that whoever brings a Valentine's Day card for one student must bring cards for everyone. We see it in the appalling dictum of "Hate the sin, but love the sinner"--which would have us condemn death camps but send Hitler a box of Godiva chocolates. Most people would agree that having sex with a person one despises is debased. Yet somehow, when the same underlying idea is applied to love, people consider it noble.
Love is far too precious to be offered indiscriminately. It is above all in the area of love that egalitarianism ought to be repudiated. Love represents an exalted exchange--a spiritual exchange--between two people, for the purpose of mutual benefit.
You love someone because he or she is a value--a selfish value to you, as determined by your standards--just as you are a value to him or her.
It is the view that you ought to be given love unconditionally--the view that you do not deserve it any more than some random bum, the view that it is not a response to anything particular in you, the view that it is causeless--which exemplifies the most ignoble conception of this sublime experience.
The nature of love places certain demands on those who wish to enjoy it. You must regard yourself as worthy of being loved. Those who expect to be loved, not because they offer some positive value, but because they don't--i.e., those who demand love as altruistic duty--are parasites. Someone who says "Love me just because I need it" seeks an unearned spiritual value--in the same way that a thief seeks unearned wealth. To quote a famous line from The Fountainhead: "To say 'I love you,' one must know first how to say the 'I.'"
Valentine's Day--with its colorful cards, mouth-watering chocolates and silky lingerie--gives material form to this spiritual value. It is a moment for you to pause, to ignore the trivialities of life--and to celebrate the selfish pleasure of being worthy of someone's love and of having found someone worthy of yours.
Copyright © 2007 Ayn Rand® Institute (ARI). All rights reserved.
by Gary Hull (February 8, 2007)
Every Valentine's Day a certain philosophic crime is perpetrated. Actually, it is committed year-round, but its destructiveness is magnified on this holiday. The crime is the propagation of a widely accepted falsehood: the idea that love is selfless.
Love, we are repeatedly taught, consists of self-sacrifice. Love based on self-interest, we are admonished, is cheap and sordid. True love, we are told, is altruistic. But is it?
Imagine a Valentine's Day card which takes this premise seriously. Imagine receiving a card with the following message:
"I get no pleasure from your existence. I obtain no personal enjoyment from the way you look, dress, move, act or think. Our relationship profits me not. You satisfy no sexual, emotional or intellectual needs of mine. You're a charity case, and I'm with you only out of pity.
Love,
XXX."
Needless to say, you would be indignant to learn that you are being "loved," not for anything positive you offer your lover, but--like any recipient of alms--for what you lack. Yet that is the perverse view of love entailed in the belief that it is self-sacrificial.
Genuine love is the exact opposite. It is the most selfish experience possible, in the true sense of the term: it benefits your life in a way that involves no sacrifice of others to yourself or of yourself to others.
To love a person is selfish because it means that you value that particular person, that he or she makes your life better, that he or she is an intense source of joy--to you. A "disinterested" love is a contradiction in terms. One cannot be neutral to that which one values. The time, effort and money you spend on behalf of someone you love are not sacrifices, but actions taken because his or her happiness is crucially important to your own. Such actions would constitute sacrifices only if they were done for a stranger--or for an enemy. Those who argue that love demands self-denial must hold the bizarre belief that it makes no personal difference whether your loved one is healthy or sick, feels pleasure or pain, is alive or dead.
It is regularly asserted that love should be unconditional, and that we should "love everyone as a brother." We see this view advocated by the "non-judgmental" grade-school teacher who tells his class that whoever brings a Valentine's Day card for one student must bring cards for everyone. We see it in the appalling dictum of "Hate the sin, but love the sinner"--which would have us condemn death camps but send Hitler a box of Godiva chocolates. Most people would agree that having sex with a person one despises is debased. Yet somehow, when the same underlying idea is applied to love, people consider it noble.
Love is far too precious to be offered indiscriminately. It is above all in the area of love that egalitarianism ought to be repudiated. Love represents an exalted exchange--a spiritual exchange--between two people, for the purpose of mutual benefit.
You love someone because he or she is a value--a selfish value to you, as determined by your standards--just as you are a value to him or her.
It is the view that you ought to be given love unconditionally--the view that you do not deserve it any more than some random bum, the view that it is not a response to anything particular in you, the view that it is causeless--which exemplifies the most ignoble conception of this sublime experience.
The nature of love places certain demands on those who wish to enjoy it. You must regard yourself as worthy of being loved. Those who expect to be loved, not because they offer some positive value, but because they don't--i.e., those who demand love as altruistic duty--are parasites. Someone who says "Love me just because I need it" seeks an unearned spiritual value--in the same way that a thief seeks unearned wealth. To quote a famous line from The Fountainhead: "To say 'I love you,' one must know first how to say the 'I.'"
Valentine's Day--with its colorful cards, mouth-watering chocolates and silky lingerie--gives material form to this spiritual value. It is a moment for you to pause, to ignore the trivialities of life--and to celebrate the selfish pleasure of being worthy of someone's love and of having found someone worthy of yours.
Copyright © 2007 Ayn Rand® Institute (ARI). All rights reserved.
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