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A while back I asked who am I...Well I still don't have a bloody clue, lol. But I'm good with that.
Physically, I'm doing great! Ok, a little embarrassing fungi action going on, but it's being treated. Last I check I'm back up to around the 190-200lb mark, though the weight isn't around the midsection. :great: And minimalist running is just plain fun. I do look forward to the warmer weather so I can get out my bikes as well. Unfortunately, I did give up on Insanity. On top of my regular training, it was just putting too much stress on my knees and ankles, and they were aching every day. If you want a challenging work out, I do recommend it though.
Mentally/Emotionally....I think I'm good, or at least not so bad, lol. Self esteem wise, I don't have any, lol. Then again, before it was in the negatives, so...I don't think positively of myself, but nor do I think negatively. I just am. The same goes for my self image.
I'm hoping to sit down with my therapist and go over some of the "activities" in No More Mister Nice Guy, which are aimed at helping me no longer be a Nice Guy. If anyone here wants to volunteer to be a "safe person", feel free to step up, lol.
Also with working with my therapist and reading Wild At Heart, I have come to identify my "wound". I know there's those here who have been abused by their parents, and/or don't see eye to eye with them, so my wound may seem insignificant to them, but to me.... My father was a "good man"(father/neighbor/boss), so what should have been a minor wound proved to be a serious wound that I've carried for too many years, believe it was true. He had such kind words as "if you can't do it right, don't do it at all," and the coupe de gras "can't you do anything right?" And without realizing it, my mother indirectly told me the same thing.....Really does explain why I've felt defective and unworthy now doesn't it.
I now realize I didn't deserve to be told that, and they had no right to tell me that. Now I have to start believing it.
I kind of feel like I'm in a row boat in the middle of the ocean right now. I don't see land any where around me, I have no idea where the shore is, how far away it is. But I know it's there, and I have simply rely on a bit of faith that I'll get there as long as I weather the storms and keep paddling.
Sexually, this may prove to be the hardest to the people here to relate to. Right now, I have almost no interest in sex, be it was a partner, a toy or even myself. With the thought of going into TO tomorrow has conjured up the desire to see a lady while I'm in the city though. This is where I must thank Hangman. A very big thank you to Hangman.
The last few times out were kind of meh for me. The time spent with the ladies was enjoyable and good, but I came away from it feeling blah. Hangman asked me how did I feel going in....That's when I realized the difference. When I went to see Genevieve and Britney, I wanted to get laid. When I saw Becky and Amanda, I wanted to see them before they retired. The other two times, I did it because I could. The times I really enjoyed were the times I went out with the sole motive of getting laid. I could be mistaken though, maybe because Genevieve and Britney were better in the sack than Becky and Amanda, but that's hard to tell...Well for me at least. This makes things difficult, because I really have to listen to myself, and do so very carefully. Do I want to see a lady because I want to see a lady, or do I want to see a lady because I can? And it's the latter, it maybe wisest to avoid it. I have to remind myself to say no to bad sex.
What makes things even funnier is that what interest I do have in sex is more inclined to be intellectual in nature. Like in another thread, in which I responded to Kyra, I would like to discuss sex and sensuality..Not to explore it, or experience it, discuss it. In it's own way, I'm very disappointed with myself, because I do like my suggestion of an Earth Hour rendezvous. Myself and a lady in a candle lit room snuggled on a couch, either enjoying watching a fire or over looking the darkened city of Toronto, listening to soft music, Just enjoying the quiet company of another. To me that is was is arousing to me right now....
...Not some sweaty, fluid covered wild three way.
I'd just like to close on a relevant joke.
There was a little boy who was extremely optimistic. He would drive his father up the wall with being able to see the upside of everything. Well the little boy's birthday was coming up, and he wanted a pony. The father decided he'd teach the boy a lesson. That being that there isn't always an upside to life.
So he went out and bought a trailer load of manure and had it delivered in the evening when the boy had gone to bed.
The next morning the boy comes out, see this huge pile of manure sitting in the middle of the drive way. He cries "Oh boy!", runs into the garage, grabs a shovel and promptly begins digging.
The father sees this, and goes out to ask the boy why he's so excited about all this manure.
"With all this shit, there's got to be a pony in there!!"
I see the shit, and now I'm digging for the pony.
Now I have to think about a tempting invite...Do I accept it because I want to accept it and what comes with it, or do I accept it because I can accept it.....
Physically, I'm doing great! Ok, a little embarrassing fungi action going on, but it's being treated. Last I check I'm back up to around the 190-200lb mark, though the weight isn't around the midsection. :great: And minimalist running is just plain fun. I do look forward to the warmer weather so I can get out my bikes as well. Unfortunately, I did give up on Insanity. On top of my regular training, it was just putting too much stress on my knees and ankles, and they were aching every day. If you want a challenging work out, I do recommend it though.
Mentally/Emotionally....I think I'm good, or at least not so bad, lol. Self esteem wise, I don't have any, lol. Then again, before it was in the negatives, so...I don't think positively of myself, but nor do I think negatively. I just am. The same goes for my self image.
I'm hoping to sit down with my therapist and go over some of the "activities" in No More Mister Nice Guy, which are aimed at helping me no longer be a Nice Guy. If anyone here wants to volunteer to be a "safe person", feel free to step up, lol.
Also with working with my therapist and reading Wild At Heart, I have come to identify my "wound". I know there's those here who have been abused by their parents, and/or don't see eye to eye with them, so my wound may seem insignificant to them, but to me.... My father was a "good man"(father/neighbor/boss), so what should have been a minor wound proved to be a serious wound that I've carried for too many years, believe it was true. He had such kind words as "if you can't do it right, don't do it at all," and the coupe de gras "can't you do anything right?" And without realizing it, my mother indirectly told me the same thing.....Really does explain why I've felt defective and unworthy now doesn't it.
I now realize I didn't deserve to be told that, and they had no right to tell me that. Now I have to start believing it.
I kind of feel like I'm in a row boat in the middle of the ocean right now. I don't see land any where around me, I have no idea where the shore is, how far away it is. But I know it's there, and I have simply rely on a bit of faith that I'll get there as long as I weather the storms and keep paddling.
Sexually, this may prove to be the hardest to the people here to relate to. Right now, I have almost no interest in sex, be it was a partner, a toy or even myself. With the thought of going into TO tomorrow has conjured up the desire to see a lady while I'm in the city though. This is where I must thank Hangman. A very big thank you to Hangman.
The last few times out were kind of meh for me. The time spent with the ladies was enjoyable and good, but I came away from it feeling blah. Hangman asked me how did I feel going in....That's when I realized the difference. When I went to see Genevieve and Britney, I wanted to get laid. When I saw Becky and Amanda, I wanted to see them before they retired. The other two times, I did it because I could. The times I really enjoyed were the times I went out with the sole motive of getting laid. I could be mistaken though, maybe because Genevieve and Britney were better in the sack than Becky and Amanda, but that's hard to tell...Well for me at least. This makes things difficult, because I really have to listen to myself, and do so very carefully. Do I want to see a lady because I want to see a lady, or do I want to see a lady because I can? And it's the latter, it maybe wisest to avoid it. I have to remind myself to say no to bad sex.
What makes things even funnier is that what interest I do have in sex is more inclined to be intellectual in nature. Like in another thread, in which I responded to Kyra, I would like to discuss sex and sensuality..Not to explore it, or experience it, discuss it. In it's own way, I'm very disappointed with myself, because I do like my suggestion of an Earth Hour rendezvous. Myself and a lady in a candle lit room snuggled on a couch, either enjoying watching a fire or over looking the darkened city of Toronto, listening to soft music, Just enjoying the quiet company of another. To me that is was is arousing to me right now....
...Not some sweaty, fluid covered wild three way.
I'd just like to close on a relevant joke.
There was a little boy who was extremely optimistic. He would drive his father up the wall with being able to see the upside of everything. Well the little boy's birthday was coming up, and he wanted a pony. The father decided he'd teach the boy a lesson. That being that there isn't always an upside to life.
So he went out and bought a trailer load of manure and had it delivered in the evening when the boy had gone to bed.
The next morning the boy comes out, see this huge pile of manure sitting in the middle of the drive way. He cries "Oh boy!", runs into the garage, grabs a shovel and promptly begins digging.
The father sees this, and goes out to ask the boy why he's so excited about all this manure.
"With all this shit, there's got to be a pony in there!!"
I see the shit, and now I'm digging for the pony.
Now I have to think about a tempting invite...Do I accept it because I want to accept it and what comes with it, or do I accept it because I can accept it.....