{"id":4179,"date":"2016-05-12T20:19:33","date_gmt":"2016-05-13T00:19:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/?p=4179"},"modified":"2016-05-12T20:19:33","modified_gmt":"2016-05-13T00:19:33","slug":"wednesday","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/?p=4179","title":{"rendered":"Wednesday&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Today was a day that I had 101 errands to do and all I really wanted to do was write. \u00a0Ever since I decide to write for real, life has been playing me. \u00a0There is no time it seems as my days seem to fill with a bunch of foolishness that has to be done. \u00a0I need at least a few hours of uninterrupted time to write. \u00a0ARGGGG! \u00a0Yet if there is a will there must be a way! Part of what had my day busy is my commitment to be #fitby50. \u00a0Is that real? \u00a0Yes, I want to be fit by 50. \u00a0This means dedicated gym time. \u00a0This means not just being happy with 30 minutes of cardio like I used to. \u00a0If I made it to the gym, period in a week I used to be so pleased with myself. \u00a0Now I&#8217;m committed to at least 30 minutes of cardio (my heart really needs it&#8230; I want a low heart rate). \u00a0Yet there is the weight training aspect. \u00a0I am a wimp. \u00a0I do a few reps of something and then stop, it hurts or feels hard. \u00a0I decided what I needed was a trainer. \u00a0Someone that scares me enough to do the work. \u00a0Someone that knows their stuff.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/?attachment_id=4180\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-4180\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-4180\" src=\"http:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/05\/13179126_10154753742210828_6493338581006120250_n.jpg\" alt=\"13179126_10154753742210828_6493338581006120250_n\" width=\"360\" height=\"480\" srcset=\"https:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/05\/13179126_10154753742210828_6493338581006120250_n.jpg 360w, https:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/05\/13179126_10154753742210828_6493338581006120250_n-225x300.jpg 225w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 360px) 100vw, 360px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Yup, that&#8217;s my Tyler. \u00a0This boy lives in the gym. Who better than to train me? \u00a0I&#8217;m always handing out money, anyways (while he was looking for work) so I may as well hire him! \u00a0One of my better decision I&#8217;ve made lately. \u00a0I found that I want him to be proud of me and trust him.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/?attachment_id=4181\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-4181\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-4181\" src=\"http:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/05\/13227524_10154753742205828_4032858917521390204_o.jpg\" alt=\"13227524_10154753742205828_4032858917521390204_o\" width=\"960\" height=\"1280\" srcset=\"https:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/05\/13227524_10154753742205828_4032858917521390204_o.jpg 960w, https:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/05\/13227524_10154753742205828_4032858917521390204_o-225x300.jpg 225w, https:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/05\/13227524_10154753742205828_4032858917521390204_o-768x1024.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 960px) 100vw, 960px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">OK normally I&#8217;d NEVER post a picture of me looking so disgusting. \u00a0Yet the disgusting part, sweating and looking rough was after an intense (for me) workout. \u00a0I must tell you after we did legs, I had serious difficulty lowering myself on a toilet. \u00a0OUCH!!! \u00a0lol \u00a0So, we&#8217;re into week 2 and it is great because Tyler only gets paid for the days we go. \u00a0So he&#8217;s motivated to get me there.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">I hope to figure out the balance of working out, doing the things that need to be done in my day and finding a way to write.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">I am adding this silly story just because it&#8217;s so random. \u00a0A while ago, Sanj asked me to call this piano tuner. \u00a0It was someone recommended to him and so he asked me to look him up. Listed under piano tuners were just a handful of names and when I asked Sanj if this was the guy, he said he thought so. \u00a0So I called and even asked if this guy was a patient at The Ear Company and he said yes.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">The person knocked and I went to the door and he told me that he was there to tune the piano. \u00a0There was someone accompanying him who introduced himself as his driver. \u00a0The driver, a very friendly guy \u00a0told he&#8217;d be back at a specified time. \u00a0I wish I had a picture of my face. \u00a0This guy, the piano tuner was BLIND. \u00a0Shortly after I discovered that he also had a significant hearing loss.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">I called Sanj and asked if the tuner was blind? \u00a0In a voice that I know he&#8217;s astounded by something I&#8217;ve done, he said, &#8220;REEMA, who did you call?!!! \u00a0OK, it was impressive watching this guy. \u00a0And he was really blind and pretty deaf I figured out very quickly.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Sanj came home and was very nervous and curious&#8230; yup! \u00a0The piano tuner was indeed deaf. \u00a0We ended up finding the correct tuner and had it redone. \u00a0I am pretty sure this guy was good in his time, when he could hear.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">It&#8217;s one of those moments when you can&#8217;t actually believe this is happening and grateful that all is well that end&#8217;s well. \u00a0The piano nor the tuner were not harmed. \u00a0We did a good deed of helping a guy make a living. lol<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Today was a day that I had 101 errands to do and all I really wanted to do was write. \u00a0Ever since I decide to write for real, life has been playing me. \u00a0There is no time it seems as &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/?p=4179\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,189,28,6,262,1,10,32,13,140,15,5,11,55],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4179"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=4179"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4179\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4184,"href":"https:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4179\/revisions\/4184"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=4179"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=4179"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=4179"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}