Cycles of Dieting

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I saw this post on my way home last night (having avoided the gym because I was ‘too tired’). I loved it then, and identified with it immediately.

It’s a good 15 hours on and I still feel the same way.

For anyone who feels they get stuck in the vicious cycle of yo-yoing health focus, I recommend you have a read.

Originally posted on sometypeofartist:

I don’t like my body.

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I’ve always been overweight, and I don’t expect myself to ever reach the hot, buff levels society expects me to be at if I’m to be considered an “attractive” person, but I would like to lose my gut. Over the past year or two, I can really start to feel it weighing me down. It’s getting harder for me to bend over. It’s getting harder for me to move around at work. Hell, it’s getting harder for me to just breathe. I already have enough weighing me down in my own head; the added weight of my stomach isn’t needed.

Dieting is something I feel like I’m continuously on and off with. I always start off the same way. I make a conscious decision that I’m going to start exercising more, eat less, and eat healthy.

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I start using the elliptical machine every day or…

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Feeling: Accomplished

Today I farted and the world did not end. 

I farted on the leg press machine and, you know what?
No body cared.
No one.

One woman looked in my direction, instinctively, and just shrugged her shoulders as if to say ‘Yeah, it happens’.
No biggie.

It was oddly liberating!

Will I make a point to do it again?  No, of course not.  That’s gross.
But I ain’t gonna stress about it, either.

[Yes, this post was entirely about farts.  Don’t pretend to be so surprised]

You Beautiful Thing, You!

Hello to all you beautiful people!  I hope you all had a wonderful Valentines day filled with (self) love and happiness.

I for one was very spoiled and had a fantastic weekend.

Rather than take up precious weekend moments with a long, wordy post, I leave you with this.

It sums it up pretty well, I think.  <3

I Googled It…

I did it and I feel like a perve.

Well, no, not really.  But I was thinking about this morning’s dream all day.

Gym lube.
Gym lube.

WTF is gym lube?

I think I slipped it into a sentence at one stage, too.  Well, less slipped and more blurted.  But, the conservation continued without acknowledgement so who knows.

So, once I was home, I Googled it…

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And the results were… uninspired.

Screen Shot 2015-01-14 at 7.32.30 pmNo scandalous story to read here.

But I still have no idea what my dream was about.  Lame.

 

Food for Thought

Do you think in pictures or words?
When you read “the brown cow waddled to the gate” do you picture the cow walking, or do the words swirl around in your head?

Usually, I see a version of what’s being described – like a movie playing out in my bed.  Every now and then there’ll be a key word that just flashes – as a word – and that’s what sticks in my memory.  Not the pictures, just the word.

Once I learned this, it made studying so much easier.  Learn the keyword prompts that will get the movie to play in your head, so you can put it down on paper.  Super.

But then there are strange times like this morning.  I have no idea what I was dreaming about, but I woke with the words “GYM LUBE” at the forefront of my mind.  Big, white letters on a plain black background.

“GYM LUBE”

I have no idea what that means.

There’s definitely a Google search warranted, but not until after work tonight.  This isn’t the sort of thing to look up on your work phone, on an overcrowded public bus…