The month of February was interesting.
Ran my first 5K and subsequently crashed and burned. My brain had to sit me down and say “stop.” So I did. For the entire month of February. It was not pleasant and I did an awful lot of self-berating while trying to figure out exactly why I wasn’t doing everything I could possibly fit into my schedule all at once.
I pushed too hard and my body absolutely revolted against me. As a matter of fact, I would go so far as to say my brain was all “Deny me, will you? Why don’t I make you crave nothing but sugar for a month? Then we’ll see how you feel with all that tremendous guilt while you scarf down Girl Scout cookies.” (Thin Mints are birthed from the loins of demons that made sweet love to mint chocolate angels).
After sufficiently hating myself and being confused by that hate I came to the conclusion that I pushed myself way too hard. I sought comfort in food and being lazy. There were days where I would sit in complete stillness and silence on the couch after my morning Starbucks shift. There was no desire to do any thing at all. Responsibilities and irresponsibilities went to the wayside and I couldn’t muster the energy to care. (Sounds a bit like clinical depression, but it didn’t last long enough).
Now that the devil month has passed I can say I am feeling almost 100% normal. With life gearing up to get ridiculously busy and stressful I am feeling more prepared to face it. I am focused much more on healthy eating and exercise again. Taking that control back from my brain is a slow process albeit a rewarding one.
I look forward to March with enthusiasm and I embrace the challenges ahead of me. I will find a balance so I don’t go through another slump (or at least if I slump I will bounce back faster!). I will allow myself to love me even when I have a bad day. I will continue to grow and push myself because I know I have not tapped the beginning of my potential as a human being.
Tumblr k-hole….must get work done.
AHHHHHHHH!
I loved this enough to reblog it!
itsthemusicpeople:
I basically wanted to get these messages across when selling Seuss to UWS ‘rents. Sometimes it worked. Most of the time, I was met with silence. #LifeOfAnActivistBookSeller
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I have completely lost myself in an indulgent diet. Time to retrain my body to know when it is and is not full. I don’t like to hate myself for eating terribly. So in. my. FACE!
“Listen, say yes, live in the moment, make sure you play with people who have your back, make big choices early and often. Don’t start a scene where two people are talking about jumping out of a plane.Start the scene having already jumped. If you are scared, look into your partner’s eyes. You will feel better.” - Amy Poehler
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STOP MAKING ME LAZY!
What is it about having free time that keeps my ass planted inside all day? It’s not like I sleep. I play video games. Sometimes I go window shop. You know what I don’t do? Work out! I have all the time in the world while I’m not at work slangin’ coffee and I insist on not going to the gym. Perhaps this post will be what tears me away from my computer to burn a few calories today. That’s quite a stretch though!
I feel the slightest inkling of motivation creeping up in me…I should embrace it and go run.
Should.
Ha!
When you have an opinion you feel compelled to share with others, no matter the topic, it is important to convey your thoughts in a coherent and intelligent manner.
If you fail to do so I will not be able to take any of your opinions seriously. If you cannot take 2 seconds to proofread a facebook post, or a text, and most importantly, an email, then I cannot take 2 seconds to read any more of the tripe you are sharing.
Poor grammar and “textspeak” are a huge annoyance and are leaving a sour taste in the collective mouth of a group of intelligent people out there. People who acknowledge syntax and punctuation that is not conveying an emotion. People who aren’t too lazy to type out “you are” and “see you later” because we know it takes very little effort.
My occupation exposes me to a frightening epidemic of lack of ability to communicate properly in today’s college students. I don’t know how to rescue them and I fear for the future of students in our education system. Writing is fast becoming a lost art when it should be a breadbasket of opportunity for our youth, as well as adults. Yet I am overwhelmed on a daily basis with the tremendous amount of disregard for the written language.
How can we communicate with a generation that no longer speaks our language?
This is the dog I want….yesterday. Someone buy me this dog already!
