While at first glance a boxer spends most of their time throwing upper-body moves, it’s a strong core that’s responsible for the power behind the punch.
http://www.today.com/
Tone your abs with this 8-minute core workout (msn.com)
While at first glance a boxer spends most of their time throwing upper-body moves, it’s a strong core that’s responsible for the power behind the punch.
http://www.today.com/
Tone your abs with this 8-minute core workout (msn.com)
Even the slightest bump of the funny bone can send pain rippling up and down the arm and a string of bawdy expletives rippling off the tongue. So why does hitting this little region of the elbow cause so much discomfort?
https://www.livescience.com/
Why does it hurt so much when you hit your funny bone? (microsoftnewskids.com)
As by MwsR
As I already knew
That nothing would change my shade of blue.
It was a color I was very familiar with
A common in my life ever since being a Smith.
My goals were simple back in the day
It was to be a singer up on a stage.
To be applauded for a song
Not knowing it was in my personal life, I needed applause all along.
As I dreamed of being a nurse
I wanted to help others who had it worse.
I never felt that I couldn’t brighten someone’s day
But more often than not I wanted to cheer people up with words that I could say.
See, helping someone made my problems fade
But unfortunately, it just took my mind off them, they never really went away.
As life has a way of making things seem so heavy and hard
Our hopes, dreams, and aspirations get marred.
Things that mattered once now fall on stony ground
They cannot recoup nor any abundance is found.
Sadly they die and disappear
Nothing can grow there, sometimes for years.
As if that was that
It comes and leaves from where it is at.
No rhyme nor reason
No hope, no change of the season.
Nothing but despair
That is all that is left all too often there.
As a leaf falls to the ground,
We will too.
But if we are lucky and a strong wind blows through,
It will carry us and our troubles will be few.
As surely as I write,
One day things will again, be alright.
There is no need to worry about spilled milk
It can easily be cleaned.
If the smell can be withstood
Then things will get back to normal as they should.
As you read this belief in things, hope for things, dream of things while you can.
Don’t listen to the opinions of just any man.
No one can make a future for you,
You have to believe in yourself, it’s true.
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…research suggests that you may be able to enjoy even more potent benefits from the thousand-year-old practice simply by doing it in the morning.
https://www.eatthis.com/mind-body/
Secret Side Effects of Doing Yoga Before Breakfast, According to Science (msn.com)
The habit that could help score you the flat belly you desire is having your salad at the end of the dinner (or at least alongside it) instead of at the beginning.
https://www.eatthis.com/one-dinner-trick-flat-belly/?utm_source=msn&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=msn-feed
I was moved by something someone said today in my church. The person had been missed in a number of Sunday sermons. As he recollected, it was almost two years. I actually think that was close but undoubtedly a long time in his eyes. See he had knee surgery that went wrong. He is in his eighties and was a very strong and stout man. That is before his knees started giving him issues. He had a previous surgery on the other knee and when it was healed up he decided to get his other one fixed. He did not do good with healing and because of complications and a diagnoses of dementia, he found himself inside a rest home, or a rehabilitation group home. The rest was he could not attend services anymore and do the individual things for himself that he use to do. His wife was not able to bring him back home.
This man, whom I call a friend and Christian brother, has had the opportunity to come to several services thus far. His son is making an effort to bring him. I and everyone at our church love this dear man. It has been wonderful seeing him and getting a hug. He went up before the church today, walking aided by a cane he now needs to control his balance. He stood there and talked to the congregation about how thankful he was to be in such caring places. He also spoke of how thankful he was for all the calls, cards, visits, and prayers offered up on his behalf. As he spoke I felt his sincerity and gratefulness. It blessed my heart and I was also saddened at the aging population that attends my church. We have very few under fifty years of age, there. I thought of the many others who might someday face what he has. He impressed me by his thankfulness. When he could of easily been depressed or down in the dumps he chose to be happy and grateful. His whole life has changed for him. He is now separated from his home, his wife, his church, and many other things he once had. Still he smiles, still he pray, and still he continues life.
I am not so sure I could be so thankful if it were me. Often we fail to see that things could be worse. We often don’t count our blessings! Far to often we blame others and circumstances. I was moved today by someone who lost a lot yet gained so much more. That is what a personal relationship with our God and Savior can do for a person.
MwsR
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