Large Pectoral Muscles

I have lost my large(ish) pectoral muscles.  I have lost them because I no longer eat animal flesh.  

That’s what I tell myself.

My wife says it’s because I don’t exercise.  I haven’t lifted weights in earnest in almost 3 months.  Is there something to her theory?  She is one of those “practical” people who seems to be all “rationale” and stuff.  She uses “logic” to get through the day.  I don’t understand people like her.  

My sister-in-law says that people like us (she and I, that is) are more aligned to our air element.  We’re airy.  We don’t want to be contained.  No containment…no siree.  Just me getting up every day at the same time, following the same morning routine, eating the same breakfast, making the same 49-mile commute to work with my mug full of coffee, all free and airy and not contained.

There is a woman at work to whom I politely say “good morning” and “hello” when I pass by her.  She looks at me like I have horns on my head or something.  Perhaps she can tell I am airy.

I don’t know about airy.  I feel gassy at times, but I can usually predict when that is going to happen.

Life has a way of continuously happening to you if you let it.  Three months slipped by without my taking the time to work out.  That is nothing more than me allowing my life to happen without making it happen.

Contrary to my airy nature, I allow myself to live a life fully contained by the most artificial of constructs imposed upon me by…others?  No…by me.  I contain myself by allowing my life to happen without making it happen.

I could stop saying “hello” to that woman at work, but that would be against my nature.  I won’t let that happen.  Say “hello” to someone as you pass them by.  I once heard someone say that in Tibet to make eye contact yet not acknowledge someones presence is to deny their humanity and deny the very existence of their soul.  Even if that’s not true, it’s true.  It should be true…somewhere…everywhere.  I won’t let myself do that to someone else.  I won’t allow it to happen.

As for the gas, I accept total responsibility for everything I eat.  Hence, the “no animal flesh” rule.  My pectoral muscles have nothing to do with that.

Time to start working out again.