Things at work have kind of been stagnating with like how much I’m being paid and I want to earn more income. I’ve also low-key wanted to become a fitness instructor. Like if I hadn’t gone corporate, making fitness a living would be so fun. –> If I hadn’t gone corporate, I’d have more time to write my novels.
I think a lot about this. Where the job that I have right now is really limiting me into the things I (me!) want to be doing with my life. I enjoy the job a lot. The activity of it is a lot of fun and I find it fulfilling. But I’d rather write and work out. Not be corporate.
Wow. I literally just made that my title. Well, to be honest, I don’t know if I could truly call myself fat because I never even got up past the average size for an American woman. And even then, that was an average size. I think at most I was a size 14 but mainly was a size 12. Before I felt fat (a key point I’m going to make in a minute), I was only a size 10 so not that crazy of a difference.
I don’t know what the big difference between a 10 and a 12 is but it’s a big one. It’s so big that people comment that you’ve lost weight or that you’re skinny now. I watched part of a video where a comedian was talking about her mom telling her she was thin-fat. And I low-key get that. Continue reading
Yes this is a political post. And you should read it anyways if you’re not keen about it.
A few days ago, I saw a picture of a child in a cage crying. When I read the comments, I thought it was just Trump supporters dreaming of being able to do this.
Today I read that it was real. Today I heard a Latino say he was Spanish, not Mexican. Today I heard a Latina say she’s afraid to report crimes committed against her in fear of being deported even though she is perfectly legal. I watched a news anchor explain a child with Downs Syndrome was separated from her mother and another anchor said “wah wah”. I read rosaries are being confiscated.
A few months ago Parkland High School was shot up. People don’t believe women about sexual assault and rape. No one cares about Syria.
What I’m saying is people don’t care about things unless it personally involves them.
I’m absolutely sickened and nearly speechless. I feel helpless and voiceless. I feel small and insignificant in the world of change. A famous politician said once, “you can’t change people’s minds but you can change the law”. I disagree as that is my whole life’s motivation. Yes I’m writing and working to change people’s minds bit by bit.
But enough about me. As sad and mortified as I feel about this, it doesn’t matter how I feel. Maybe a bit because it’s enabling me to talk about it.. but I mean, like, could you imagine sitting in a cage? Separated from your parents as a young kid with people in authority who don’t know your language? As meh as my Wednesday is going so far, it’s so insignificant to what so many families are now burdened with because of racist white America. (Sub point about the guy who said he was Spanish, not Mexican even though he’s from Mexico. It’s a colorism thing. It’s disgustingly preferred to be Spanish than Latin in some people’s eyes. And yes, that can even be internalized.)
And leaving the UN while simultaneously blaming your opponents to keep up your evil ways?
Even on these tough days, I refuse to be jaded. I refuse to be silent in the face of my oppressor. Even if I’m deigned to be a social media warrior, the revolution will not be televised.
Wow!! Wowowow! Ok… I know… It’s been over a year. Did I just drop off the face of the Earth?
Funny thing when you can’t remember your password and that’s the sole reason hindering your motivation from writing the blog you treasure. Ugh. I’m mostly not a lazy person like I used to be when I was a kid. But this was a definitely a streak of laziness *facepalm*
Ok, so what have I been up to in the past year?
I don’t claim to be an expert on what I eat. I kind of just follow the basics: 3 servings of veggies, 2 servings of fruit, smaller portions of carbs, and I try to get 4 proteins in a day.
Try is a keyword for me. To be honest, I notice the difference when I eat clean. And it’s really hard to live and work amongst people who don’t try to do the same. When I cook eggs, my dad absolutely hates the smell of it and dramatically plugs his nose. The first week I started eating unprocessed foods, it really hurt my feelings. It made me feel like he wasn’t supporting my effort in being healthy.
But I kept at it. And now he’s adjusted.
Disclaimer: I wrote this 2 years ago and originally wanted it contributed to a much fuller guide. Since it still hasn’t seen the light of day, here it is:
This is tough @_@. Golden Mage Knight got nothing on Pluto and Eternity ;_;
Anyways, I like to play as Milla so I select her for the playable character. However, that shouldn’t change the strategy I will tell in a moment. If you play multiplayer, I wouldn’t suggest having more than 2 people on this fight so that you can take advantage of linked combat. Maybe you can take turns if you have a non-AI party of 2+.
Wow, I’m not sure if I can really call myself that. But it’s a title I now have. Nearly seven months ago, I let y’all know I was starting a fitness challenge with my friends where I ended up winning a nice sum of $16.31. Yeah, it was really great. And that’s a half-joke because wow, my health was on point throughout September. I won’t lie, I eased up in October going from a 97% healthy diet to a 85%. I refuse to cry about eating a cookie. I don’t find that healthy either. Of course, it depends on what you’re trying to do. If you want to be in a bikini competition, your diet has to be specialised. If you fall into the population that cares about losing weight and thinks ,”while it’d be nice to scuplt and tone, the bottom-line is that number on the scale”, that’s okay too. And yes, you can argue “don’t let weight be a summary statistic of your health. It’s just a number”. That’s right too. I agree with that sentiment a lot. On one hand, it’s hard to accept yourself like that, but on the other, my original sentence was to generalise a large segment of the population without falling into the trap of a logical fallacy.