COUNTDOWN: 31 days until UofA Pandas Open Tryouts.
That’s 30 days of opportunity to kick my ass into gear. 30 days of fitness. 30 days of yoga, runs, hitting the gym, tire flips and cross training. 30 days of becoming better. 30 days of becoming the me I feel is trapped inside.
I will officially not allow myself to even think about getting new tattoos until I reach 165 again.
Gaining back those ten pounds ( give or take one or two based on water weight ) has kind of derailed how I’ve felt about myself, and this has been getting progressively worse all summer. I get really good again for a bit, and then slip right back into my old habits. And the saddest part is I know it’s because I’m living back home and have all my old triggers and signals and subconscious cues that my body latches onto and derails any progress I make. I have to get past this. I have to get better. I need to get better. I need to be happy and comfortable again.
“In pop culture, girls who crush hopelessly on guys they can’t have are painted as just that – hopeless. Over and over again, we’re taught that girls who openly express sexual or romantic interest in guys who don’t want them are pitiable, stalkerish, desperate, crazy bitches. More often than not, they’re also portrayed as ugly – whether physically, emotionally or both – in order to further establish their undesirability as an objective fact. Both narratively and, as a consequence, in real life, men are given free reign to snub, abuse, mislead and talk down to such women: we’re raised to believe that female desire is unseemly, so that any consequent shaming is therefore deserved. There is no female-equivalent Friend Zone terminology because, in the language of our culture, a man’s romantic choices are considered sacrosanct and inviolable. If a girl has been told no, then she has only herself to blame for anything that happens next – but if a woman says no, then she must not really mean it. Or, if she does, she shouldn’t: the rejected man is a universally sympathetic figure, and everyone from moviegoers to platonic onlookers will scream at her to justgive him a chance, as though her rejection must always be unfounded rather than based on the fact that he had a chance, and blew it. And even then, give him another one! The pathos of Single Nice Guys can only be eased by pity-sex with unwilling women that blossoms into romance!”—Lamenting the Friendzone, or: The Nice Guy Approach to Perpetuating Sexist Bullshit (via nyquilontherocks)