You may love, you may hate, or you may not know much about Freddy Mercury. You may disagree with how he lived his life and not feel sympathetic about his death from AIDS, but you have to give me one thing-the man could sing the paint off the walls, and they don't make musicians like him anymore...take note Justin Bieber...
I love Queen, the group Mercury headed with such flashy substance for MANY years producing number #1 hit after #1 hit.
After hearing Under Pressure again today, a hit sung with a David Bowie cameo, I had to look up the lyrics, because I love the song a lot and I caught some interesting words at the end that sat with me...
'Cause love's such an old fashioned word
And love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
I thought, "you sing it Freddy!"
Last week, I felt my diet, and my sanity, slipping away. Felt cornered, felt slovenly, felt lazy, felt like all my hard work was falling apart. I had been feeling that way for at least the previous six weeks as well. This week I thought, "it's time, this is my body, I need to take care of business and stop dicking around, no one else can implant willpower into my brain or move my fat ass for me."
So in spite of being sick two days this week and not exercising those days, I ate very carefully, stuck to my guns, and lost three pounds (and I didn't even poop before weighing in).
You see, one of the few things I like about myself and have confidence in, is that I respond to pressure, and respond well. Maybe I let my rut get out of control because subconsciously I knew it would reach my tipping point, and then my type A would take over and I would kick my own ass again. Maybe just last week I noticed the tipping point was near and that I was a mess and in the process of failing slowly.
Regardless of the impetus I felt the pressure, and was frightened to break it down and realize how old I am getting, how young my loved ones are dying, and that this is my last dance. So how do I want to feel, who do I want to be, and how do I want to go out and spend my only trip on this spinning ball of rock?
How do YOU want to go out? It's time to change our way of caring about ourselves...whether it is the crushing on your chest and joints from pounds, or the pounding in your brain from the crushing pressure, it's time to turn it around...flip the grid and use the pressure to make a change, as time waits for no one.