I have really tried to get away from the word diet ever since I decided that I was going to make my health, an ongoing goal for life, but it just couldn’t think of another suitable word. Even though I consider my diet to be the things that I consume, not time limited restrictions attached to a short term goal. So like I said, my diet was out of wack!
Can you believe I completed my first half marathon? It’s okay if you can’t believe. I’m still not sure if I believe it. I mean I would’ve shared my experience much sooner, but I could hardly discuss it while I was recovering. It hurts me to even think about my body paying a fee to travel 13.1 miles at one time. Who ever came up with the concept anyways?!
It was December 28th, when I got up and decided that I was going to fast. This is my third fast of the year, and my life, that I can recall. It all started when I was just browsing the web, you know, scrolling and clicking around.
If an alarm is normalized, is it still alarming? Popular media has had my mind consumed with police brutality. The many, viral recorded interactions have heightened concerns for those at risk. While many of these videos have shown interactions with cars with flashing lights ending with loss of life from a bullet, my mind is consumed with a different kind of alarm during this season.
Has anybody ever teased you for being fat? No? Maybe you were the one doing the teasing. If you were, screw you, on behalf of all the pleasantly plump and teddy bears around the world. If you didn’t take part in either side, then good for you. Or maybe you were teased for being skinny. For some reason, we just can’t get it right. I cant really relate to the skinny people, since thats never been my issue, but I’m going to tell you about my story. I think it’s best that you buckle up….