Two Shot, but Three Wounded... Friday, January 16

I did something bad.. actually, I did two bad things.

I shot down my husband and shot someone.

It's true.

One was in the literal sense of the word and another was in a figurative sense, but none the less I shot two people today.

Snickers is always telling me that he can change his body so easily.  "I just need two weeks, two weeks is all I need to get my body in top shape", he says, so today I decided to call him out on it.

"You always say that but you don't do it!" I told him.

As owners and coaches here at Hulk's, I think we have not only a certain image to uphold but also a lifestyle to share with our members.  If you wouldn't get your hair done at a salon by someone who has terrible hair than you probably wouldn't want to get physical training and health advice from someone who looks like they need the training and advice themselves.  I think that's a fair assumption.  Snickers and I both work in an industry that is as image crazy as it is judgemental.  Members want to be trained by someone who has done it; a walking, talking, breathing example of where their training will take them.  I am not claiming to have the perfect body but you best believe I try super hard to make it the strongest and healthiest I can.  

My personal homemade recipe for my healthy life:

• Job that I love.
• Surround myself with like-minded and positive people.
• Change my perspective on stress -- view things as challenges to overcome.
• Don't sweat the small things (or "small people")
• Challenge myself and have goals.
• Train hard.
• Eat clean.
• Relax.

I'll never assign an exercise that I can't do and you best believe I try my darnest to be the strongest female at our club.  We have a huge female membership at Hulk's and I really try to be a positive example for them.  I think it's only fair and expectant that Snickers pose as the example for the guys.  And I think he has in many ways but in some ways I think he hasn't and can definitely improve.

This has been our on-going debate lately, him needing to change his eating habits and being more consistent with his training.  "Your two weeks starts now... stop talking and prove yourself!", I told him.  So that's what he is doing, he's going to show me that all he needs is two weeks.  I don't doubt whether or not he'll be successful though because Snickers is one of those amazing people that can do everything and anything he puts his mind to but he has to focus on it and want it.  Recently he's lacked this focus and so he's been talking about these "two weeks" for the longest time now.

As for the other shooting, I literally shot someone in the head today.

I felt like the biggest b-witch too for having done so but I didn't think it'd actually hit him.  You see, one of our members was getting rid of items last month when he was moving so he gave Snickers a BB gun -- two packs of little white pellets and one BB gun.  Snickers was thrilled about it and often plays with it after work but today I thought it'd be funny to play with it during work, when members were there.  I had taken the day off but had returned to the club for Sparring Day.  We're all jokes with many of our members and so it wasn't really out of the norm for me to yell at one member at the other end of the club and joke about him not saying hi to me.  But when I yelled his name, I pulled up the BB gun, pointed it at him, and then shot it.  I swear, he was about a zillion feet away from me but that little white pellet blasted out of that BB gun and hit him right in the temple.  He dropped at the shock of being hit and his buddy skipping beside him was so confused.  I had actually hit him... oh my gosh.  I dropped the gun and ran to him.  He had a small red dot on the temple of his head.  I probably couldn't have apologised enough nor could I feel any more worse.  He said he was ok but I felt terrible.  I couldn't believe that little toy was powerful enough to take down a full grown man like that.  

Sarcastic lesson learnt today:  we all have a weakness.  For Snickers, it was simply telling him that I thought he looked pudgy and for one member it was the side of his temple, as in a physical weak spot.