The Life and Times of Chris Garcia

tell me, are you a badfish too?

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Ways and Means

So for those of you who don’t know, I’m a case manager for a homeless outreach team in Manhattan. I work with chronically street homeless individuals sleeping in Manhattan and I try to get them into permanent housing. I love my job and I’ve learned more here in a year and a half then I did in 4 and half years of college. I believe I truly found what I’m meant to do career wise and I don’t see myself leaving this field…but anyways…

So today I met an individual on the street who was pan handeling. I spoke to him for a bit and he was a really nice guy. I do this very often…speak to homeless people on the street and in my office for long periods of time. I’ve noticed that a lot of homeless people will absolutely not stop talking when you get them started and will barely let you get a word in. This struck me as unusual at first but I got to thinking about it. These people spend most of their day being ignored by a ginormous city filled with millions of people. So when they do get the chance to speak they do not let it go.

This made me think how I take very little things for granted…such as the ability to speak freely to people who are normally always willing to listen (I say “normally” because I do in fact ramble on sometimes). 

When I first started this job it was very hard for me to not give a homeless person all my money in my wallet and cry myself to sleep every night. No matter who the person is it’s hard to watch someone not have a safe place to go home to at the end of the day. I learned very quickly that you have to leave work at the office and everyone should have a way to de-stress (such as drumming or capoeira)

My point to writing this, asides from not being able to sleep and attempting to commit to writing in this damn blog, is that no, you can not give every homeless person you see your money and the majority of homeless people understand that. What you can do that will be highly appreciated is ask them how their day is going. Don’t get me wrong here, there are in fact crazy people in the world…so please use your best judgement and do not blame me if a guy eats your face.

Good night. 

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40oz to Freedom

So a good buddy of mine inspired me to write in my blog again…so here I am. A lot has been going on but I want to write specifically about my weight loss. 

In the past year I have managed to lose 50 pounds. It was in no way easy and I am not even close to being done. The funny thing is I just started doing the same old things that every person always says to do. Which is 1) exercise and 2) eat smalls healthy meals throughout the day. The problem I feel I’m having now is that I am not losing weight at a pace that I am happy with. I am maintaining my weight and I haven’t gained a pound in I don’t know how long and when I do lose it’s small digits. I do in fact feel the difference in all of my clothes and just my general quality of life but I think I need some help with a better diet plan. Maybe I’m eating too many carbs? Maybe I’m not eating enough carbs? Maybe the protein shake I’m drinking isn’t working right (and it tastes like a dirty diaper). I dunno…if any of you guys have some advice for me that would be very much appreciated. I’m tired…I’m not good at ending these things…so here is a before and after picture:

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Stranger things have happened, I know.

I have not written in a while. Mostly because I moved and have been settling into the new apartment and my new way of living. The biggest difference I’ve noticed from where I live now and my mom’s place is the bus route to work. It takes pretty much the same time to get into the city it’s just a different bus and different bus drivers…which makes a huge difference if you’ve ever taken the buses around here. I got used to the reckless driving of the Blvd East bus drivers and now I have to start all over. I mean, it’s fine. I can adapt. I’m just saying…I put my life in the hands of certain people and now these new guys have to earn my trust. I’ll get past it I’m sure. 

I’ve been seriously dieting for the last 3 weeks and have lost 14lbs so far. It feels good. I can feel a difference and see it in some of my clothes. Doing Asides from my health, a big motivator for losing weight is Capoeira. I want to be able to do certain things that right now my body just can’t do. Which is crazy because I’m already doing things I never thought my body would do. I know I’ve mentioned this before but Capoeira is probably the most awesome thing I’ve ever done in my life asides from drumming. I love it. My class’s batizado (baptism) is at the end of October and we’re all super excited for it. Can’t wait.

Due to my diet and exercise…and need of saving money…I have stopped drinking and eating out as much. Surprisingly, it’s been much harder to not eat out as much. Drinking is drinking. I have fun while doing it but I can very well do without it. I will though drink Sam Adam’s Oktoberfest because it’s my all time favorite beer during my all time favorite season. But yeah, it’s really hard to not go out to eat considering I absolutely suck at doing groceries and I apparently overuse garlic when I cook to the point where the whole house smells. So grabbing a Quick Chek sandwich is really easy but not always the best option. It’s not necessarily the worst option but whatever.

I’ve had this pain in the ass sinus infection or cold for about 2 and a half weeks now. It sucks big time. I’ve acquired a new nickname amongst all the women at work. It’s “Bubble Baby.” I have the worst immune system ever and working with homeless people daily does not help. Also, those buses I take probably aren’t the most sanitary either. 

So yeah. Moved. Lost Weight. Questionable bus seats. This is my life at the moment. I’m still very happy. 

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"Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self. Therefore, trust the physician and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility."
-Khalil Gibran, The Prophet