Done. Let's sing it together! Nyeah nyeah n-nyeah nyeah!

Yesterday was my last day of clinic, and I have therefore "officially graduated" from Apollo College's Fitness Technician program! Woohoo!

A big hand goes out to all my friends that came and let me train them. Most met their goals and that is FLIPPING AWESOME. For the ones that didn't... well... that sucks.

I, for one, lost no weight whatsoever. In fact, I gained. All that big talk of mine in January about phases and training schedules and whatnot was a load of tosh. I'll be a loser and blame school, and since school is over now I'll get my rear back in gear. I'm going to continue my laziness for the rest of this week (and by that I mean I'll sleep in tomorrow, too) and then next week start the AM workouts at the gym. Oh, the good old days of my gym-junkie lifestyle of being at the gym at 5 AM... let's make it happen. Awwww yeah. With any luck, I'll become an addict and then nobody will ever see me except at the gym and it'll be a total shock for anyone to see me in anything other than workout clothes and all of my friends will have to have an intervention because they're worried about me and then I'll get on the Dr Phil show and everyone will cry and I'll say I want to change and I'm not happy, even though I actually love the life I'm living, and then I'll overdo it and die.
Or I can stop writing in run-on sentences. That'd be really cool, too.

But the good news is that my body fat percentage is 20. Which is in the fatter end of athletic. So yay! When I first got assessed in January, my bf% was 24, which is Overweight. Now I'm Athletic. Nice. And all my tests have been done by professional bodybuilders, so you can believe the numbers they give you because their livelihood depends on it. So there.

So. With that: I should be getting off to work now. Things are picking up. I keep getting "the talking to" from my boss about how I need to sell more and advertise better and "get myself out there" so I can "reap greater rewards" [i.e. they'll make more money off me] and I smile, nod, say "okay" and then go back to what I'm doing. Things are picking up because what I've been doing has WORKED. Not being pushy, being friendly, and laying off the intense used-car-salesman approach.

Seriously, in all honestly, I'm not going to whore out my work the way everyone there thinks I should. I'm not going to tell people they NEED a massage when they don't want one. I'm not going to claim I can cure/mend/fix/regenerate/resolve anything, but I CAN share my success stories of previous clients. If you have frozen shoulder, I'm not going to tell you I can fix it for you, but I will tell you that I've helped a woman regain mobility with her frozen shoulder. I will be more than willing to help you and break down scar tissue, but I will not promise 100% miracles (even though that's pretty much what I've been able to do). I don't like it. I'm not pushy like that. I hate it when people do it to me.

Just a quick two seconds, then I'll never bring it up again.

Alright, so this business in Arizona is getting crazy. I, for one, FULLY support law enforcement's right to ask for proof of residency and citizenship. When I get pulled over, I EXPECT the police officer to ask for my driver's license and other pertinent paperwork and documents. If I do not have a driver's license (I shouldn't be driving; one) I should at least have some form of ID. If I don't have any proof of ID after that, what would USUALLY happen to me? Trouble, that's what. And it has nothing to do with my race, heritage, political opinions, or sympathies. It's because I failed to show the required documents. If I didn't have any of these, if the officer asked, "Are you even a US citizen?" that would well be a valid question, as I don't even have proof of my STATE citizenship.
Now, moving on.
Accusations of racism and hate crimes irritate me the most. Maybe it's because I'm white and I'm first in line to be called racist. Maybe it's because I'm always the racist one, but any sort of ethnic-prejudice against me isn't valid. Maybe it's because I'll never be considered a minority, even though I've often found myself the only Anglo-Saxxon in my education situations. Whatever it stems from, it's still irritating.
I saw protestors in Arizona with their fancy-schmancy poster-painted epithets and one-liners (and misspellings) and anger. One that initially threw me (but I later reflected I should have expected) claimed that this was nothing more than racism against Mexicans.
Now, this will make me sound like a racist (of course). But let's look at another group that makes anti-race claims as well.
When the news reports stories of police officers beating African-Americans, it's always portrayed as a hate crime and racism before anything else (even if the cop is black).
Now, asking someone (and I'll wager that yes, mostly Hispanics) if they're a citizen when they cannot show proof of it is a racist action.
Seriously?
I can understand violence and "police brutality" being shot off as racism, but asking for proof of citizenship? Really?
I have to show my proof of residency (conveniently also my proof of being allowed to drive) whenever asked for it. So simmer down. Sheesh.

Racism my foot.