Scott Mumford (Dad Mod from r/paulthomasanderson)

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Cake day: June 12th, 2023

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  • Here’s a thread I can really use! I’m trying to start a new healthy habit, but I’m struggling a bit.

    Having a birthday with a zero on the end of it this weekend. It’s a bit of a mind fuck (as they have tended to be in the past.)

    I’m a pretty healthy guy in general: still weigh what I did in college, been eating low-carb for several years… Been on a walking project where I decided to walk every street in my ginormous suburb while picking up trash as I go (it feeds my soul).

    Which brings me to my struggle: I’ve recently been diagnosed with osteoporosis (fawk) which means, among other things, no longer putting off the weight-bearing exercises I’ve known for years are good for me (us). About a month ago I got some hand weights and have been doing a youtube workout thing (which my sister has been doing most of this year).

    So what’s the problem?

    I hate it. It’s such a grind. The walks? I look forward to those! The fresh air, the sunshine, the podcasts, the sense of accomplishment, exploring new neighborhoods, seeing the progress… The weights? Ugh.

    So I’m wondering what I can or should do to “get my mind right”. It’s very possible that it’s going to be a “just fucking do it” situation? Maybe when I start seeing (and feeling?) some progress it will become self-reinforcing. Maybe I need to put on a podcast and turn down the volume on the workout vids…

    Any advice? For you regular weight-pushers, what’s your ‘secret’? What get’s you thru your workouts?

    TL; DR: I need to start lifting weights and I hate it. Looking for advice.




  • My sister and I got a Ouija board as teens because we were curious. We had a few interesting sessions, but things got dark one afternoon after school. Words were being misspelled that we both knew the correct spelling of. The messages were getting aggressive. At one point the message announced that both our parents had just died in a auto accident on the way home from work. (It was after 5 at that point.)

    They both arrived safely, but a couple of hours later a friend came over who led a weekly class in metaphysics. (This was the late '60s.)

    The instant he walked in the door, he froze. He announced with great concern that there was someone present to needed to be encouraged to move on.

    At the beginning of that night’s class, he held some kind of ceremony encouraging whatever that was to leave.

    We put the Ouija board away and never used it again.