Okay, seriously? I can’t remember when I picked this up but COME ON. I’m tired of slacking off. I’m tired of working out just to get by. None of this, “I could do better”, “I’m sort of fit”, “My body’s aallrighht..”. What happened to those days waking up and going to bed knowing heck yes my heart is the fittest it’s ever been, my muscles are tight and toned, I have an AWESOME ass body ????? I felt like I could be and do anything. Now I feel like my old self before it all. Half-hearted, self-conscious, second-guessing… LOL. Uh, no.
It’s done. There’s no middle ground. I’m not settling for maybe’s, could-be’s, or alright’s. Screw that. My body deserves the best. From today I’m going to push myself as much as I can push myself, I’m going to excel, and I’m going to wake up every morning feeling amazing. AKA I’M GOING TO DIE FROM NOW ON LOL
After driving around like the asian woman that I am, I made it to the library today in one piece.
I was just walking through the automatic doors when I realised the library was about to close in less than 5 minutes. So I managed to Superman my way to the teenage section, hastily grabbing three books before I could possibly get locked in and imprisoned within the library for the rest of my life, probably having to feast off forgotten crumbs and pot plants.
An unusual urge: I’ve actually been craving to read some light teenage books. Unusual because the past year I have been suffering from a lack of interest in reading (sad face*).
But is it bad that I am already 22 yet I still browse the teenage section?? Am I a little immature? I wonder if middle aged women feel self-conscious, pretending they are borrowing for their “children” as they scan the bar-codes of paperbacks about people half their age. Because I have the growing suspicion that when I grow older, I will still be roaming those shelves. Does the maturity rating of my taste in books reflect my actual maturity? I don’t think so. I don’t know. Should it matter? No. But I do wonder…
My main thought when coming back to karate after the Easter break was that I shouldn’t have had all that chocolate.
But now that I’ve brought the subject of chocolate up, I have just eaten four Hershey’s kisses. Oops I grabbed another handful. Sorry fitness but my sweet tooth wants some attention too.
During the Easter break I was getting used to relaxing and sleeping. I was lazy and forgot why I wanted to exercise so much. But when I came back to karate last Wednesday, I remembered. It just makes you feel so damn good! It helps to make you look good too lol. Although my boyfriend isn’t a fan of me looking like a dalmatian with all these bruises.
I always injure myself though. My brother says I’m very clumsy because I’m still young and I haven’t done many sports so I’m not sure how to control my body yet. I do injure myself probably 200% more than I’d like to admit and it is pretty shameful. Ah parents home, time to pretend I’ve been studying!
I’m going to take a break from my assignment and do a little catching up here.
What’s been happening in my life?
I may be developing a cold but I shouldn’t feel sorry for myself because a lot of how badly you feel is psychological. I REFUSE to use this as an excuse not to workout tonight! It’ll just make me feel worse tomorrow because my body will be floppier than an uncooked sausage.
My boyfriend signed me up to some pottery classes. I have one tonight, I’m excited! :D Although, I’ll have to cover my knuckles so I don’t get clay in them. But I’ll make THE SEXIEST POT OR WHATEVER WE’RE MEANT TO MAKE TONIGHT.
Speaking of food…
Since my boyfriend is the biggest copy cat in the world, he decided to be born within the same week as me. Anyway, we went out for dinner 2 Thursdays ago for both our birthdays and it was SO YUMMY!!! I ordered lasanga and he ordered his usual but oh so good lamb fillets. Nomnomnomnomnomnom… My dad bought me a camera for my birthday and I got to use it that night:
My lasanga in what looks like an upside down sombrero
My boyfriend’s yummy lamb fillets that we never seem to get sick of
And then last Saturday I went out and had dinner with some friends from university. It was SO FUN! I haven’t had a good catch up with these guys in SO LONG! I should make time to hang out with them more often because I’m very comfortable around them— obvious from the lack of filter between my brain and mouth that night. Unfortunately I forgot to bring my camera!!!!!! But I did t—- my house is making creepy noises despite the fact that I am home alone. PLS I’M TOO YOUNG TO DIE
Anyway— I did manage to take some time camwhoring afterwards because … I’m a camwhore?
I ate too much cake.
Do you like my room? It’s messy just the way your mother likes it.
But that is not my bed so you can quit fantasising. That’s right, I’m talking to you, Richelle.
You see that camera I’m holding? That’s what my dad got me and THANK GOD. Because have you ever tried taking a picture of you and your friends using a DSLR camera? Okay, cool. But have you ever taken one WITHOUT having your wrist shake like a Shakira music video as you try to keep your fat brick of a camera steady and simultaneously creep your finger onto the.. pew pew button? (I don’t know what it’s called so that’s what we’re calling it). Oh, okay, cool again. I’m sorry if my wrists are not BIG CHUNKS OF MUSCLE. Oh, your wrists are still slender and beautiful? Then… good for you.