It’s been awhile since I blogged anything, so I figured… why not, let’s churn one out and see how it goes. Let’s tackle an easy subject for me: physical health.
Ok, so… well, I exercise, lol.
Yeah, I’m a little rusty at this.
Ok, so… I still do pilates, of course. That routine is the lynchpin of everything I do physically, exercise-wise. It’s my foundation- my branching off point that allows me to do everything else.
I’ve been working on that routine for, IDK, something like 10 years now, and I’ve at this point run out of exercises to add. All I can think of to work on is probably the most difficult version of oblique V-ups. Everything else I can find online is simple, almost effortless. I barely break a sweat at the rest of it, anymore.
I just do my usual routine of ten reps per exercise, and I go through my huge list of exercises, one by one.
It’s fun.
To make things interesting, I added exercises for my deep internal muscle sets, like those for my inner neck, central chest and deep abdomen. And I do breathing exercises now, to directly strengthen the lung muscles. And inner pelvic exercises, etc. They’re surprisingly difficult, but fun, once you do them enough. So… neat.
I recently got a smartwatch to help with all this. It turns out my pilates routine burns around 300 calories and lasts about an hour and a half. Interesting.
It’s a Garmin, the Venu 2 Plus. Pretty good watch. Great battery life. Good stuff. It should help I suppose.
At any rate, I love just… relaxing, tossing on some nature sounds, and exercising. I usually put on some kind of light show while I do it, to help with the whole “zoning out” aspect of this. I have these lasers I bought on eBay awhile back that I shine on the ceiling. I discovered that they produce some weird psychedelic effect if you stare at them long enough as they shine on a moving ceiling fan going at high speeds. Far out, man. LOL.
I have other kinds of cool LED lights, and weird screensavers on my TV and computer that I also use. All of this really helps me decompress for sure.
I mean, whatever. Everyone needs something, I guess.
Well, so that’s my foundational “thing”.
Beyond this, I do two dumbbell routines, one standing up, one lying down. Those are fun.
I’ve given up on traditional pushups, instead opting for a routine of purely knuckle pushups. Those actually work, which is nice. After years of trying I have come to the realization that I cannot do traditional pushups. My wrists won’t allow it, and I’ve read enough stories online from people who have had wrist problems from normal pushups to know that they would be a bad idea for me over the long run.
The knuckle ones work, though, so I do those instead now. They’re actually fun; I enjoy them. To ease my way into them, I’ve developed a routine of 7 varieties of those that I do on my knees, and over time I will transfer that same routine into the normal position. Then, if I still want to progress, I might decide to try one footed pushups.
And then, maybe many years down the line, perhaps the planche variety. But yeah that is a LONG way away for sure. But- that’s ultimately what I want. I’m more the type who enjoys a long journey, so… who knows? Maybe one day, years from now.
Due to the pilates stuff, I have enough core and leg strength to start on single leg squats, like the pistol squat and shrimp squat. So, I’m working on those now. Those will take awhile for sure, but I’m confident that I can do them in time. I tacked those onto my dynamic stretching/barre routine.
I got a bike, one of those little ones just for your feet. It’s cute and it works, lol. Why not?
Hmmn. You know- this is a lot, lol. Looking at it from a birds eye view… wow, I actually do a lot of stuff.
In other news, I think I discovered the reason that I’ve always been unable to get rid of the last stubborn 10-15 pounds. And it’s: (drumroll, please, lol) I’m not drinking enough water. I think that the majority of that extra weight is water weight, since I think I’ve been perpetually dehydrated.
What I’ve been neglecting to understand is that I do a lot of very demanding stuff, and all of it is very dehydrating, starting with the super intense psychic work that I do with my girlfriends. This is the reason I think that I am always so parched after fucking someone. The psychic energies that I harness are so powerful that using them dehydrates my body in ways that I don’t fully appreciate and that medical science cannot explain.
So- I’ve started chugging enormous amounts of water, and man, I feel a lot better. And I’m fitter now, too, and slowly improving still.
So yeah I think that that was what I was missing all along. I was so dehydrated from the supernatural and cybernetic stuff that I do that my body was forced to retain water to maintain equilibrium.
I could never understand why my pilates stuff couldn’t get rid of the last 10-15 no matter what. Now, I think I know.
It’s always in the last place you look, lol.
This brings to mind people like Garry Kasparov. The chess greats consume enormous, and honestly baffling, amounts of water and calories when they play in their tournaments. I’ve read studies on this. Even though they don’t move physically, they concentrate so hard and think so deeply on the game that their bodies use up all their available resources, just for the mental work.
I think something like that happens when I fuck Victoria Justice, or whomever. The human body can do what I do, but it’s demanding, maybe more than I have understood.
So, I will need to adjust.
Other stuff…
I think I did actually figure out what was wrong with my health, previous, that caused me to have those other medical difficulties. I think it really was the parasite-things and the internal gunk that caused those problems.
So in cleaning that crud out, I think I may have discovered and fixed the underlying problems that caused the issues. It’s perhaps just that the solution, once applied, took time to take ahold and for my body to self-correct.
I went through my library and found some of the stuff I killed or whatever mentioned in some of the books recommended to me by my old naturopathic mentors, like for example the weird popcorn-looking things that I mentioned last winter in the 2021 Year in Review post.
In one of those dusty old tomes those were identified as being dead polyps from the intestinal tract. I guess that makes sense, but, I’m not 100% sure that that’s what they are/were, mostly owing to their weird, rubbery shell/skin or whatever. I thought initially that those were some kind of weird parasite, perhaps something nobody has identified yet, since I couldn’t find anything about them anywhere else.
Of course it could be that I purged both polyps and unidentified parasites, I guess. Who the fuck knows.
I still think I killed off a few of those nasty, nasty unidentified worm-like creatures that naturopathic people are calling ropeworms. Christ, those things are simply evil. Holy hell, where do those things even come from? The mind boggles.
Beyond this, I remember purging an ugly looking red colored intestinal fluke, some liver flukes, and a couple of really bizarre, thin, rod shaped orange things. I remember those looking like orange needles. I couldn’t identify those anywhere, either. What even the fuck?
Some kind of oddball parasite, I guess. Were those flukes of some kind? I couldn’t tell. They were perfectly cylindrical, and long, like inches long, and very thin. They didn’t look like any worm or fluke or obstruction/stone I’ve ever seen or heard of. Weird as fuck, even for me.
Creepy shit, for sure. At any rate they’re all dead now, I think, and I feel a ton better. I do think my body self-corrected after doing this.
And I cleaned out as well whatever remained of my gallstones/intestinal plaque and stagnant bile/cholesterol or whatever. Yuck, for sure. Better out than in, tho, for sure. It’s the naturopathic life and I wouldn’t have it any other way. But still- yuck.
I’ve been trying to kill more stuff and purge more junk out for months now with no luck. Maybe that means I’m clean. I sure hope to hell it does.
All of this seems to still do me good, otherwise. A few weeks back I had a checkup at the doctor, and their new medical assistant did not believe I was in my mid 40’s. I started talking about things that happened after college, and he assumed I was talking about a couple years ago, not 20. LOL. He actually did a double take when I told him my age, and he checked it by looking up my birthday, I guess to make sure I wasn’t lying.
I definitely age differently than others do, for sure. My mastery of all things in the fields of black magic, cybernetics, naturopathy, energy work, exercise, nutrition, etc. has greatly and obviously slowed the aging process in my body. At this point it’s almost ground to a halt. It’s becoming clear to others now that I’m very, very different, except perhaps to people who see me every day, like my parents, and maybe my girlfriends.
But others, though, are having a very hard time believing me when I say I’m in my mid 40’s for sure. They seriously can’t process it at times, except with difficulty.
I may have legitimately achieved some form of eternal youth, here. Absolutely wild.
My body is at this point impervious to the effects of harmful electromagnetic radiation, except perhaps in extremely high doses. My energy field just absorbs that stuff and I believe actually converts it into usable chi/life energy that my organic cells use to power themselves and keep me young. It’s like the more “harmful” microwave energy I come into contact with, like those from cell phones and microwave ovens, the younger and more youthful I feel, think, and actually look. Really weird stuff, and I’m left wondering again if any of this could even be classified as “human”.
I can actually feel my body eating the Wi-Fi radiation from my laptop as I type this, so it can apparently convert that energy into usable organic life force. Really wild stuff. Seriously. This is not at all, and I mean not even remotely, how humans are supposed to energetically operate- and yet, here we are.
What I’m guessing is that I must have a vast network of cybernetics, both inside and outside my body, that target me directly, and have for decades, I think actually since before I was born.
What I suppose happened is that the constant, unending stream of maser, laser, X-Ray, radio and other forms of energy that have bombarded me, specifically, for generations have in fact altered my DNA, or perhaps my DNA altered itself to survive the bombardment, or both, IDK.
And I know now that I’ve been the target of very specific long distance mind control wetware cyborg Anti-Christ programming since before I was born, obviously to prep me for a role as future virtual global dictator. Maybe that had a hand in changing me, too. It probably did, tho honestly, I think it changed me in ways that nobody was expecting, or had even considered to be a possibility.
Whatever. Food for future thought, I guess.
I got a good vitamin regimen, of course, and other stuff.
Well, that’s enough for this one. A lot to process here for sure.