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I can’t count the amount of times that I’ve gotten dirty looks whenever I say that I’m on a diet. Yes I am aware that I’am skinny, No i’m not starving myself. And NO, skinny does NOT mean healthy.

When I say that I’m dieting, I don’t mean that I’m starving myself or not eating pure non-fat foods. What I mean is, eating healthy. Being smart about what I eat so my body won’t hate me in the future. As well as exercising cause I’m sick of going up the stairs and needing life alert when I reach the top.

Finally, I’ve said this all of my life, but skinny does not mean you’re healthy. My body type has always been petite but I am in no way shape or form, “fit”. I can’t do a push up to save my life, I huff and puff after a minute of running and I feel like my lungs are on fire half the time. So whenever someone gives me dirty looks and says, “OMG you’re a twig why would you even go on a diet. ugh.” have in mind that i’m trying to be in shape for my body type. Not society’s.

I’m doing this for myself. For my body to feel good and be healthy. Not for you.

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Today I was visiting my friend in another city, it was about 8 pm when we went to get some pizza, we then decided to get in the car and drive to a random city around 11. Stopping by a store where we randomly started talking to a guy, turns out he’s from wales and just got to America not that long ago. We decided to go to a restaurant next door and left around four in the morning. 

It’s moments like this that remind me how amazing life is. How everything happens for a reason. 

Go out there and live it

It’s been rough around maybe, five or six months now that I moved out on my own with my best friend, about 3 hours away from my old town. And I barely started to miss “home.” I guess I’m a bit conflicted cause what do I call that? When I moved out I didn’t have intentions of going back to live there. This city is my new home.

But I miss my family, my friends, my chihuahua. It’s so weird for me to say that, that I miss my family. My parents and I never met eye to eye, but I even miss them. I guess what gets to me the most is that my little brother’s birthday is in two weeks and this might be the first time that I miss his birthday in his whole life if I can’t get off work that day. I missed Thanksgiving and Christmas already cause of the snow. And now his birthday? I don’t want him or my little sister to think that I just left them. I know how hard it is to grow up like that. I just wish I could do something about it.

I also miss my friends, I talk to them all the time but I just…miss them. But distance isn’t going to break us apart, I know that. It does suck that I don’t get to see them as often but it hasn’t stopped us from being in constant contact even to this day. There’s very few people from that town that I consider a good friend, and the ones that I’ve kept in contact with, I know are not just good friends, but good people that I want to stay in my life.

When I first moved out, I wanted so desperately to have a new life, new surroundings, new experiences and new people. Now it finally hit me, wow, this is real. I did it, I moved to the other side of the mountains from my parents. Everything is different now. But I now realize that I have to mix in my old life to my new one. There’s really good people that came into my life and belong in it.

I also really miss my dog okay.

I haven’t made a post about my past year. All my fails and not so much.

So in the year of 2012, (Which I had a weird phobia of btw, I just dislike numbers that have a association with the number 6. idk i’m weird okay.

This time last year, I was still living in my parent’s house after having a gap year and not knowing what to do with my life.

Now, I still don’t know what to do with my life but at least I moved out.

I made a post about resolutions that I wanted to do last year and as to no surprise, I didn’t do any of them. Well, not entirely. I did start some of them, but I guess I just need to work  harder at them. 

2011 was the year of me being lost.

2012 was the year of me understanding things a little more and getting there.

So hopefully, 2013 is the year I finally get my act together.

Here’s for hoping