The Pursuit Of Betterness

I think a lot of people don’t want to admit that they want things to get Better. Saying that we want things to be better means admitting that what we’ve got today is not good enough. It’s good… but not enough.

Some people who think that making things better is just a means to feed our vanity — they might think of something trivial like: the fridge in your kitchen is not big enough, even the kitchen where the fridge is is not spacious enough. The waistline is not slim enough, the thigh gap is not far enough. The muscle is not tough enough, and you can’t run fast enough. The hair is not fluffy enough, the skin is not smooth enough.

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I need a new phone, by the way…

But I think making things better is more than getting better things. It is a sense of improvement. You might not need a bigger kitchen, but you could eat better food — tastier, more wholesome, something that actually makes you feel good about yourself better than frozen pizza. You might not need to slim down, but you live better life — getting rid of pot belly, reducing the risk of getting an early hip or knee cap replacement, or having the chance to breathe normally because your lungs are not squeezed by the visceral fats.

You don’t need to have get more money on your bank account (as good as it sounds), but you can still have a better financial security — paying off debts, everything’s insured, retirement plan’s sorted. You don’t need to be an athlete, but you can get fit– walk to the city or bike to work, or simply keep away the pints until the fun weekend with your buddies. I mean, there are plenty of ways to get better… but not many people likes it.

As one of the sanest people I have known in life, a lot of people don’t like you to get better, because it reminds them of how their life is — not good enough. It scares people because if you get better, you will raise the standard what is considered okay. It is like one student in your class that others hated so much because she (or he, but usually a she) would always over-achieve and tip the balance of mediocrity in your classroom — the one who would always hold up the recess time, and get you and your friends extra homework because your teacher used her as the class benchmark. The one that others secretly envy…

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I am short, so this is still within my healthy BMI

When I lost a lot of weight after changing my habit, a lot of people where I came from started to make comment about me over doing it. Of course some of them have a genuine concern because eating disorder is a legit thing to be concern about. But some just don’t like it because it means theis acceptable size would have to change too. Like a lot of ladies thinking that having a woman with healthy BMI as a bikini model is bad because it makes other women feels pressurised to be… in that healthy BMI.

What’s wrong with it?

What’s wrong with wanting to be better?

Ah… I think I need to apologise for not being able to understand. Maybe it’s just because I am an alien. Sometimes it takes longer to understand one thing than the other. Maybe I just need to go back observing food than human’s Lifestyle

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The Obscurity of The Seconds

You know what? It is ironic that this is actually my first time writing about my second entry.

I woke up thinking and reviewing in my head about my first post, and wonder how many people in the world is actually thinking that writing the second blog entry is actually a bigger achievement than writing the first one. I mean, yes it is definitely hard enough to start a blog, and make an introduction post to random strangers in the world wide web….

But following that up?

I learned from my experience that being consistent is more difficult than starting something. It takes mental and sometimes physical discipline, and willpower. Pick anything else than blogging for examples.

Dieting? It is easy to sign up for a slimming program, and lose your first kilos in the first weeks. But when it gets harder to shed the pounds… Some people gained back whatever they lost, with some extra on the backside. Going to the gym? Yeah… of course. Sign up for the annual gym membership after new year, and see how many is still coming back during the summer for the sixpack. Some people get their sixpacks somewhere else… most probably from the beer chiller.

Writing a novel? Oh… tell me about it. First chapters are always the most wonderful start. I don’t have to look further than my own folders to see the unfinished businesses these princes and princesses have to settle.

So, I think The Seconds are way underrated.

People celebrate their first jobs, their first cars, their first time doing the hanky panky on their first car with their first serious lovers. People remember the first US president, the first guy landed on the moon, the first black woman won Oscar… Even all you care about the aliens are all about the first bloody contact. I mean… really?

But as much as it is so cool to be remembered as the first… that is never the point, isn’t it? After a breakthrough, there should be a continuation of that, shouldn’t it? It’s kind of pointless to start something that has a potential to be awesome, if it has never reached to that potential isn’t it? Like having a real awesome knitting pattern for a cheerful Christmas jumper, and then casting on 174 stitches, and then never go past the ribbing (hands up if you hate ribbings!).

Have I told you I am a knitter too? No? See? Introduction doesn’t take you anywhere… You need the second post to know that I am a knitter. Maybe the next post to know more about me and my grumpy husband too. Who knows we will get more interesting by the day? Who knows after few entries you would think, “hang on a minute… they’re actually a bunch of arseholes…!”

First impression is not always right. It is totally overrated.

So… for the first time in my life… I dedicated a whole blog entry for the seconds in the world. The second wives or husbands (you don’t want to discriminate), the step parents, the silver medalers, the second children (or worse… middle children), the mistresses and concubines, the second in commands… I raise my cup of coffee to salute, and celebrate you…

To finish up this entry, let me remind you what AVIS rent a car said (and what a damn good slogan it has made) some odd fifty years ago: “we’re only number two… so we try harder…

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It’s early!

Uuuuurgh! Good morning world. It’s 06.30 and it’s a Monday. that is never a fun combination anywhere in the world. 

It’s doubly difficult since today will be my first day back at work after a week off – easter holiday.

But I have brushed my teeth, weighed myself, thrown cold water on my face and am now sitting at the dining room table with a mug of real coffee in front of me. I have an hour to go from shambling zombie to vaguely human.

Did I mention weighing myself? Why I do believe that I did. You may have noticed that my beautiful alien wife knows a bit about weight loss. actually she knows a lot. She decided to find out the science behind weight control and then went for the direct method. 

She filtered out all the dietary schemes and claims from the adverts in the media and she found out a way that works. It even works for me – a grumpy bloke who didn’t really have an inclination to diet.

So what’s the secret? It’s really simple actually. Basically it’s calorie counting. You have a daily calorie goal and add up the calories of anything you eat until you hit that goal. don’t go over the daily goal and you will lose weight…. that’s it. 

It works, too. I decided many months ago that I was getting a “bit porky” (although considering the rising obesity in the UK I’m probably still not considered “overweight” by anyone but doctors). I adopted my beautiful alien wifes counting scheme and although I wasn’t as regimented or “serious” about it, I actually lost weight! Best thing is that you don’t give up “naughty food” – you just need to be aware of foods calorific content and keep an eye on the numbers. 

Of course you also probably need to make sure that your diet is balanced and you get all the proper vitamins and minerals. 

Like a lot of things My own calorie counting went out of the window a while back. I briefly became an alien in a tropical paradise and a weeks worth of amazing “foreign” food made me forget about my diet. 

I noticed though that since I stopped smoking (I consider myself as “almost” stopped) I have gotten porky again so it’s time to start eating sensibly. I have already lost a few kilos so that’s all good and promising. 

It’s now 07.00. 

I’ll have to leave for work soon. Second coffee now 🙂

It’s proper coffee too. Ground and filtered in a machine, not your instant freeze dried stuff. I realised a few years ago that it’s actually not too expensive to have real coffee. You can buy half decent ground coffee for £1 so even a coffee monster like me can have a decent brew. 

Ah… but I’m going to have to stop typing now. I need to get dressed and bugger off to work. 

At least I’m almost awake now.