I’m joining my office’s Biggest Loser Contest because I really need some major diet and exercise action. As I mentioned in an earlier post, I’m seriously packing on the pounds, man! It’s pretty wild.
So yeah, seeing that I’m an obvious candidate for any form of weight loss challenge, I figured it would be pretty off to pass when the office set one up.
LOL. The nerve.
So yeah, I’m definitely in, and I am in to WIN, man! By fair means or foul, it seems. Because it’s barely begun and I’m already being all nefarious and sneaky and trying to make myself as heavy as possible for the first weigh-in.
I may or may not have also dropped around a few hints that I would not be averse to sharing the prize money with people who regularly tempted my strongest competitors with food and/or fattening drinks.
I do realize it’ll take much more than just this to make me win the challenge, of course, so if you have any good tips, please send them my way! And be warned… since I’ll be all food-deprived and stuff over the next 3 months, I might be a little cranky and/or extra annoying.
I was sorting through stuff to throw/give away/sell this weekend, and I came across a shizload of yarn I bought when I lasted visited my BFF Mia in San Francisco.
Yup. A little exagg. You see, I was pretty sure I’d need a ton of yarn for all the knitting I was planning to do when I got home. Mia was not quite as convinced.
Hobby Hitler. Anyway 3 years later, it seems she was right. I knit like half a scarf for her husband when I first got my supplies, and that was pretty much the extent of my knitting career.
Now that I’ve found all the yarn again, though, I’m considering giving it another go. And not just to prove Mia wrong (though that’s always a fun incentive :)) but because I really do think everyone needs some sort of creative side project. I’ve always believed this, but I recently read an article on the Psychology of Side Projects which cited studies that actually proved it.
Go check the article out, because it’s really very interesting. If you’re too lazy though, here’s the gist: It turns out that embarking on a fun, purely-for-passion side project can actually make you happier, more creative and more productive at your day job… so much so that companies like Google actually incorporate “side project time” into their regular work hours.
When Google began its famous 20 percent rule (employees could spend 20 percent of their time exploring fun, passionate side projects), the result was a more productive, more creative 80 percent. Side projects boosted work performance.
Cool, huh? It should probably be noted though that although employees could work on whatever they wanted during the 20%, the side projects would need to advance Google in some way.
Creative side projects and hobbies can make you happier and feel more fulfilled outside of work as well. There’s a lot of satisfaction to be gained from the little victories that short-term side projects (and creating things, in general) can provide. If you’ve ever had a cool side project or hobby, you’ll know this to be true.
In our society leisure is used as an “escape” from work. “Escapism” in this respect means that people do not seek meaningful leisure activities for their own growth and development, but instead resort to passive activities to escape from everyday strains and problems. Such behavior is frequently associated with a passive lifestyle and boredom, which in turn might feed into apathy and depression.
Side projects and creative hobbies help stop this cycle and nurture a more creative and fulfilling version of down time.
In other words, there’s R&R, and there’s being a total sloth.
The latter isn’t so great for you in the long run. Rest/recovery that’s also productive (but in a fun way) is much better. So if you don’t already have a fun and creative side project going on, go start one! The more different it is from your day job or regular activities, the better!
There are tons of things you can do, and even more that you can learn, so go for it. Sky’s the limit, baby. Enjoy!
You know how people tell you “See? You were worrying for nothing!” when your fears DON’T materialize? Yeah well, this was the exact opposite situation. :D
Yup, kind of a bummer, that. I remember joking around then and saying ‘Heh. Maybe I should’ve worried…” but did I really regret not worrying or preparing for that possibility? Not even a little bit.
I said this then, and I still stand by it today… Worrying is useless. All it does is rob you of the joy you could be experiencing today.
Anyhoo, after a successful surgery a month later, this particular cancer story actually had a happy ending… so phew.
It’s an ongoing story though, with possibly scary new chapters every time I go for a checkup. But I try not to think about it unless I absolutely have to. Because really… what’s the point?
The truth is that in life, there will ALWAYS be things to worry about. And let’s not fool ourselves. There’s a very real possibility that the things we worry about actually could come to pass. But you know what? That doesn’t mean we can’t choose joy anyway.
If there’s anything I’ve learned in the past 365 days, it’s that:
In some cases, even the worst expected outcomes don’t turn out to be as bad as we originally thought; and
There are moments of happiness and things to be grateful for in every situation, no matter how dire or depressing. Don’t waste them by allowing the negative stuff to take their place.
Go off in search of the joyful and the good today, my friends. Cheers!
I was on hermit mode pretty much all weekend because dammit, I did it again. I went and got myself addicted to another game.
Sigh. Karma’s a bitch, man. This is what I get for laughing so hard at an article I read about how the Kim Kardashian game was poised to make $200 million in profits this year.
And a little bit later…
WTF?? It’s like CRACK!
Okay fine, how would I know. I’ve never actually been addicted to drugs. But I imagine the resulting amount of self-loathing is the same.
I mean, let’s not even get into how it teaches some pretty messed up life values. I’m hardly an impressionable teen, after all. Plus it’s a game, so everyone just relax. But even without a list of things to condemn, there’s a lot to just… ridicule.
Like, I don’t know … the fact that some of the clothes COST MORE THAN A BEACH HOUSE IN MIAMI?? Ridonkulous.
Or how pretty early on in the game, Kim sets you up with someone who looks (or at least dresses) exactly like Kanye. Hmm. Actually, I have an issue with almost all the dudes in this game. Because geez. Check em out.
My KK character’s pretty slutty, tbh, but I have yet to come across one guy that I would actually date in real life. Plus why does it seem like I’m always the one paying on these dates? WTH?
And then there’s my main complaint, which is how limited - and MIND-NUMBINGLY DULL - the job options in the game seem to be.
I could actually go on and on with the comments but what’s the point? In spite of my issues, I still can’t for the life of me seem to quit!!
Damn you, Kim Kardashian.
So there you go. If you haven’t fallen into the Kim Kardashian app trap yet… BE WARNED. Stay away or you might just suffer the same fate. But hey, if you want to try it out, be my guest. Because misery loves company and all that. :D
If you want to try it, the Kim Kardashian game is available on both Apple and Android. Bear in mind though that to play, you’ll need a network connection at all times. Apparently it doesn’t work without one.
I’m at the pathetic addiction stage where I have check in and tap away every half hour or so - even when I’m in the car - so my data plan (Globe’s GoSurf) has come in pretty handy.
Anyway I’m hoping I’ll snap out of it soon, because I really do have a bunch of other (far more productive) things to do with my spare time. Like SLEEP.
Maybe I should try that now. Yup. After one last photo shoot… :)
I haven’t done any reader requests in a while, and since I need to take a work break — because seriously, I’m starting to look like this…
And because I got a really interesting RR yesterday, I figured now would be a good time to start up again. So here goes. This came to me as a comment on a previous blog post.
My first reaction, as I imagine most people’s would be, was this.
This is not something friends say to each other, my dear.
Like you, I tend to make a lot of allowances for growly/grumpy people who are going through a rough patch, because I’ve been there myself once or twice. And when we’re having a rough time, we tend to take it out on the people closest to us.
Okay, don’t even feel sorry for my husband because he does exactly the same to me. And much more often, btw.
So yes, I do have quite a bit of experience with this. Unhappy people are like wounded bears. Come too close, and you’re likely to get your head torn off. They’re in pain, and they don’t know how to handle it, and this makes them angry at the world, and nasty and sometimes completely irrational.
Are they horrible people? Not necessarily. But they can do some horrible things. And while we can understand this and make some excuses for their behavior, there’s only so much slack we can and should cut them. At some point you need to walk away and let them sort it out on their own or find some other scratching post to swipe at.
Be kind, be supportive, let your friend know you’re there for him if he ever wants to talk… but don’t take any of his shit. Remember, people are only ever as abusive and nasty as we allow them to be.
Hope this helps! Cheers!
p.s. I would love to credit whoever made that awesome “OMG all the fingers!” gif up there, that I swiped off Goodreads, but I cannot seem to find the artist. If you know, please let me know! Thanks!
So the Philippine President’s State of the Nation Address was yesterday, and though I missed it, I got a good overview of people’s takeaways from the event just by browsing my social media feeds. This was pretty much my main takeaway… which, by the way, stayed with me well into the night.
And it didn’t even have anything to do with SONA itself. It was actually in response to what seemed like a million people’s fixation on one lady senator’s unfortunate outfit choice.
I mean fine, there was a rather striking resemblance to an upside-down hot air balloon there, sure, but geez. After the first cackle/comparison, you’d think people would move the frak on. But no. Enter Photoshop and the Internet mob, and let’s just say things got kind of nasty.
Now I’m far from the kindest person on earth, and I am certainly guilty of the occasional snarky remark - whether in my head or in the company of my friends…
So I don’t honestly know why I was so bothered by yesterday’s Binay-bashing. I don’t know… I may be wrong, but I think there’s a difference between (1) making a snarky side comment to a friend, and (2) gleefully posting something mean online with the intent to get a reaction and a share. The former is normal, the latter just sucks.
Life is often unkind and unfair enough on its own without you and I contributing to the mix with needless negative shiz. And there’s so much to comment on that’s awesome. Why not focus on that instead?
So a huge storm passed through the Philippines Wednesday, blowing in like a drunken rock star and pretty much trashing the place. You’d think we’d be used to it, considering how many typhoons we have every year, but I have to say, this one was CRAYZAY.
Like, “fall asleep and you might wake up in Oz” levels of crazy.
The storm itself lasted only a few hours, but it left a hell of a mess behind. Plus there hasn’t been any power (at my house, at least) since then, which has been a bit of a bummer.
… because I don’t know, I think when you dress up when there’s no light in your house, your brain just assumes people won’t be able to see what you look like… even if you actually step out into BRIGHT-AS-HELL SUNLIGHT…
I’m really hoping power’s restored by tonight or I swear to God I can’t be held responsible for what I’ll look like tomorrow.
Anyway, there’s always a lot to learn from stormy situations (both literal and figurative) but the most glaringly obvious to me is always this…
There’s no better test of the true nature of people than the aftermath of a storm (or any disaster, for that matter).
I’ve seen a lot of good and a lot of just plain terrible in the past couple of days. (Let’s just file my progressive fashion deterioration under “neutral”, okay?) How about you?
It’s something worth thinking about … that the way you’ve been the past couple of days — or what you’re like in the aftermath of any “storm” in your life — tells the true story of YOU.
Is it a story that makes you proud? I hope so. :)
Here’s to brighter days ahead for everyone. Cheers!
Basically Plum Perfect lets you take a selfie or upload a picture to your phone or iPad (only Apple gadgets for now, sadly), and then BAM! It analyzes your unique color signature and recommends face, eye and lip products with specific shades suited to your skintone, eye, lip and hair color, etc.
Very cool! And super helpful, if, like me, you’re completely clueless when it comes to choosing makeup for yourself.
Go try it outand let me know what you think! I’m pretty sure you’ll like it too. Well, unless you are my friend Manny, of course…
… or any other typical male, for that matter. Haha! Cheers! :)
I spent the bulk of the weekend looking at old pictures when I really should’ve been organizing files to keep or throw away. I’m sure this happens to everyone, right?
Anyway, I learned a few things while I was at it, so it wasn’t a total waste of time — even if I ended up making an unholy mess and driving my OC husband insane.
1. Paper pictures are such a trip. I never really print pictures out anymore, so physically handling paper photos is such a strange experience now.
I mean sure, digital is more convenient, but there’s something about actually touching paper, and not having a ton of other things competing for your attention on a screen that makes you focus more, and appreciate the pictures better.
2. Youth really is wasted on the young. My mom says this all the time, and she’s totally right. You have no idea, when you’re young, of just how good you have it. This applies to lots of things, but in this particular instance, I refer to looks.
Young women, you may not believe me, but this is true. No matter how you look, or how you think you look, you are an enviable type of beautiful. Just by virtue of being young. So stop putting yourself down, stop wishing you looked different, and stop slathering on makeup and whatnot to try and make yourself look older/better/hotter. Believe me, you don’t need any of that.
There’s a certain quality to youth, a wonderfully lovely sort of freshness, that even the most well-preserved older women can never compete with, and that no amount of expensive creams or plastic surgery can recreate. Enjoy it while you can.
3. Old pictures are THE BEST. I’m sure we all think we know this from our weekly #ThrowbackThursday experiences, but if you’re a youngun who thinks party pics from 2 years ago count for #TBT, then please… Just stop. You know nothing.
When I say old pictures, I mean OLD. And the older, the better. Like this pic of my dad and uncle playing by the sea around 1940 or so (?) which is ALL SORTS OF AWESOME.
How cool is this? It blows my mind.
I’m actually planning to have a series of “Look at Old Pictures” parties with my friends sometime soon, because (1) How fun is that??? and (2) the next lesson on my list…
4. Old pictures may be the best, but after a certain age, YOUR MEMORY IS NOT.
Seriously. After 20 years or so, you don’t remember SHIT. And you can’t even depend on your friends to help you out, because I swear to God their memories are even worse than yours.
I found some photos I took of a scrapbook my sister Bambi, my friend Troy and I made as a going away present for our friend Ofer…
…and here’s how the convo went when I attempted to remind Bambi and Troy about it.
OMG. THEY’RE THE WORST.
And because you and everyone you know will be pretty useless when it comes to piecing memories together… we come to the 5th and most important thing I learned.
5. You really need to DOCUMENT things. And by this I mean write shiz down.
I really loved looking through my old scrapbooks because they had written commentary in them which showed what I was thinking at the time. Like I actually found this note beside a picture of me and a boy I used to like.
Of course I have NO idea what I meant by that, so umm… whatever. Thanks for being cryptic, yester-me. But hey, whether I meant it in a good way or a bad way, we’re great friends now so I guess I did change my mind eventually. Good to know.
Write your thoughts down! Write down your plans, your dreams and perhaps your nefarious plots too, because those are always fun to review after a decade or two. Here’s a funny note I found in that scrapbook for Ofer:
LOL! I didn’t even remember that I was trying to get them together. Oh, and incidentally, neither did they. They barely even remembered Ofer.
What did I say about my friends and their memories?
So yeah, DOCUMENT. And if you want to do it well, do it offline — in a secret diary or scrapbook.
Posting stuff online is okay - and much easier, I’ll admit - but the problem with documenting stuff on Facebook or Instagram or your blog or whatever is that you tend to do it with an audience in mind.. so it’s never 100% honest. Admit it.
Things always seem more fun, more successful, more hilarious than they actually were. Some pictures - no matter how great - never even make the cut because one or two people look less than perfect in them and will hate you for posting. Your captions and comments are edited to protect your pride or someone else’s. And some (if not most) of the genuine feelings and sentiments that accompany the pictures you took somehow get lost in all the editing and censorship.
When you document in private, just for future you and whomever future you might choose to share it with — you don’t have to worry about that stuff. A secret scrapbook lets you just be you. And it should make for such a fascinating reintroduction to yourself, later on down the line.
So go do it! Start your secret scrapbooks now! Don’t wait. I promise you won’t regret it. :)
Because of it, I’ve really been making an effort to quit being such a hermit and get out and connect more. So despite the fact that this meant less blogging and online time, I think you should all be proud of me. Because we all know what I’d be doing otherwise, right?
So yeah, lots of fun reunions recently. On the one hand, it’s been wonderful to catch up with different groups of old friends. As an extrovert. I really do get an energy buzz from being around people (especially people I genuinely like/love), so social gatherings are always great for me.
But on the other hand, I have to say… it’s always a little distressing to see people from your past when you’ve gained a ton of weight since you saw them last.
Even when they’re tactful enough not to say anything (or awesome enough not to even care that you’re a big ol’ balloon now), there’s always that brief eye-widening that happens when they set eyes on you for the first time.
That’s the problem with late onset fatness, I think. Not only do I actually think I’m still Skinny Chinie in my head — until I am rudely reminded otherwise by my motherfrakking mirror…
I think ‘Skinny Chinie’ is the picture of me that other people carry in their heads as well. Hence their initial shock upon being presented with the suddenly chubby version…
It’s a bit of a bummer, sure, but what I realized in the past couple of weeks is that those first few seconds of shock that I dread so much pass pretty quickly.
After the initial wide-eyed, “Whoa! Wh…what happened?” expression — and me usually squealing “I know! I know ok? I’m fat!!” — people’s pupils eventually normalize and we’re like “Oookay, show’s over. Let’s move on and talk about other things.”
And that’s it. No biggie.
Now that I think about it, I’m a little pissed off about all the time I wasted, waiting for a day that ummm.. might never come, to be honest. As the Oatmeal pointed out in a recent comic, I could very easily be this chubby version of myself forever.
I think we’re all a little guilty of waiting for some future (real or imagined) day to go and do something we want to do. If it’s not “when I’ve lost some weight” it’s something else. When I’m older… When I get married… When I’ve saved enough money… When I have more experience… When I have more free time.
What we don’t realize is that in most cases, we really don’t need to wait at all. And we shouldn’t. Because what if that future day never comes?
What if NOW is all we have?
Stop waiting. That thing you want to do? Whatever it is, do it now. The time to be happy, the time to be fulfilled, the time to find what you’re looking for… that time is NOW.
It’s easy to let a bad start (or any random sucky moment, for that matter) mess up your entire day… but you know what? It’s actually just as easy to turn a rotten day around.
You just have to want to.
The truth is that when a day turns craptastic, your initial irritation (or anger or dejection or despair or whatever) wears off after a while. In order for a rotten mood to remain intact, in all its growly glory, at some point you need to feed it.
If you’re going to expend all that energy anyway, might as well use it to climb OUT of the pit of despair rather than burrow deeper into it, right?
There are lots of things you can do to turn a rotten day around, but here are 7 that are backed by science (and some of my older blog posts :)).
So when you’re having a rotten day, surround your senses with happy stimuli! Look at heartwarming or funny pictures. Listen to songs that bring back good memories. Brew some coffee, bake some bread, fill your home with happy scents. Let your senses help your mind remember that life isn’t all that bad.
Several studies have shown that grateful people are happy people, so learn to say thanks and try to turn the day’s negatives into positives.
As I mentioned in an old Rappler post, there’s something to be gained and/or learned from every negative experience. Find it, and be thankful. Sometimes the only difference between a curse and a blessing is your attitude.
4. Scribble (or type)
Never underestimate the power of the pen. Writing is a great stress-reliever. For a quick fix, you can try the write-and-toss bad-mood-busting technique…
Or just vent on paper, or write about something that makes you happy.
While you write about a happy or positive experience, your brain actually relives it.
Okay, this might be a bit difficult depending on where you are or who you’re with…
So maybe just give or get a hug from someone suitable.
Hugging heals all sorts of ills, boosting happiness levels by giving us an always-welcome fix of oxytocin (aka “the love drug”). Find out more about the healing power of hugs here.
6. Sweat it out
This might sound a little funny coming from me, considering my pathetic track record when it comes to exercise…
I mean seriously, I tried to plank yesterday and almost passed out. But it doesn’t change the facts: Exercise = endorphins = euphoria.
So go get sweaty, work out that depression / aggression and let the endorphins chase your blues away.
As far as I’m concerned, there’s nothing that a good night’s sleep (or at the very least a Dali-esque micronap) can’t fix. Done right, a midday nap can calm you down, lift your spirits, improve productivity and completely reset your rotten day. So get snoozing.
Aaaand that’s it.
Oh wait, almost forgot, one more… Suck it up and stop feeling sorry for yourself. Whining and wallowing will get you nowhere. And there are worse tragedies than today’s tedious inconveniences.
Remember that on any given day, we are as happy as we decide to be. No matter what happens, we always have the power to turn a bad day into a better one.
So have yourself a happy day, my friends! If it isn’t happy on its own, then go and make it so. Cheers! :)
Because I talk about dieting so often, people are always surprised to find out that I don’t even own a scale. Well I do, actually, but it’s ummm… broken.
HEY. It just broke by itself, okay??? Stop assuming. And snickering.
So yeah, I pretty much gauge my weight loss/gain by how my clothes fit and what I see in the mirror, and only weigh myself when I go to see the doctor. And even then I tend not to pay the scale any mind. Well, not much mind anyway.
If you’ve ever seen this Steve Maraboli quote I drew and posted a couple of times here and on the Fabstagram, you’ll understand why.
It occurred to me this weekend, as I sat in the middle of a roaring, World-Cup-watching pub crowd, how easy it is to become more and more of a hermit, the older you get.
Honestly, if it hadn’t been a dear cousin’s going-away party, I would’ve been outta there in 5 minutes. And I swear it had nothing to do with the fact that I am probably the only person in my family/group of friends who cares nothing about the World Cup.
Bars and pubs and clubs just really aren’t my thing anymore, I guess. It’s hard to enjoy them when (1) you no longer smoke…
(2) your last experience with alcohol made you swear off drinking forever…
and (3) when you enter a bar, the waitresses seem a little flummoxed to find you there.
I do realize I need to get out and socialize a little more, though. Maybe not in smoky, noisy pubs, but elsewhere. Because as yesterday’s slightly morbid Life Countdown infographic showed, we really don’t have all that much time. And it would be nice to spend the time we do have making and maintaining meaningful connections.
For some terrible reason I’ve had to go to quite a few wakes and funerals this month, and I came across so many people I hadn’t seen in ages…
…and the one thing I found myself saying over and over again was “It’s so great to see you! I just wish it were under better circumstances.”
People say that a lot, I think. But here’s the thing…“Better circumstances” actually present themselves EVERY DAY. And we so rarely take advantage of them. That is such a shame.
There’s a saying by Warsan Shire that I came upon once.
While it’s really NOT the saddest thing in the world (a little exagg there, Warsan. There are much sadder things.) it’s still pretty sad.And it made me think about people I’ve actually called and considered BEST friends at one time or another, who are now barely a blip on my Facebook feed, and I was like “Omg. What the hell happened??”
No blame, no grand betrayal. No drama. Just time, I guess, and life changes, and maybe a little bit of laziness.
Perhaps not everyone in your life is meant to be a big part of it forever. But hey. There’s no need to lose touch completely either. And as much as your lazy body or too-busy schedule or aversion to traffic might try to tell you otherwise — seeing each other on Facebook is NOT THE SAME as seeing each other in real life.
So let’s go! Let’s get out there, climb out of our hermit caves and comfort zones, and make a call. Connect with an old friend this week, and spend some quality time catching up. There are too many strangers in this world already. Don’t be one of them. :)
Here’s a random reminder (c/o this adorable - if somewhat depressing - infographic by Exec) to get out there and do something that means something this week. Because GAH! The countdown of life is shorter than we think.
That’s right. Get offline and go live your life, in real life. I’ll do the same. After a brief nap. :)
Sleeplessness, Sadness, and Other Reasons I've Been Useless
Yes. I know. I’ve been a useless blogger. I haven’t been blogging much… okay fine, AT ALL… because the last week or so has been pretty crazy. It all started with an unexpected attack of insomnia that hit me out of the blue and seriously threw me for a loop.
If you read this blog regularly, you’ll know that for me, experiencing insomnia is kind of like going on a surprise trip and suddenly finding myself in OPPOSITE LAND.
Because not only do I never have a problem going to sleep at night…
It actually takes quite a bit of effort (and caffeine) to stop myself from falling asleep during the day too.
So lying wide-eyed and awake two nights in a row, in a state of “OMG I have to go to work in 2 hours!” panic as the sun started to rise was pretty strange and awful.
…More so because I had a TON of work, that I really couldn’t do properly since I was basically running on fumes. This is how I ended up being the only loser still working at the office at 7pm during the Independence day holiday…
On the bright side though, I’m happy to report that all my results were pretty good and that I remain cancer-free… Yippee!
But (back to the dark side) I’ll have to have another MRI next year to check again…
…aside from getting all the other regular checks (mostly embarrassing ones) that cervical cancer survivors have to go through every 3 months or so.
But hey, I’m not complaining. I’m well aware that I’m one of the lucky ones. This point was driven very painfully home to me late last week, when a dear aunt of mine passed away after her own battle with the big C.
So yeah… I didn’t really feel much like blogging after that, despite the wealth of writing material the loss of a loved one usually inspires. There are times when action and real-life interaction are more helpful than words, and this was one of them.
Besides, any words I would have written would have run along the lines of something someone else already said anyway…
So that is that. Things have settled down a bit this week and my sleeping patterns are back to normal (thank God), so I should be blogging properly again soon.
'Til then, have a wonderful day/week/rest of June. Cheers!
You can see the full infographic on Time.com… and possibly never want to enter a public pool ever again. *shudder*
Despite the horror though, it comes in pretty handy … especially when vacationing slackers on Facebook post obnoxious envy-inducing pool pictures (yes I know, I’m guilty too) while you’re at work or whatever.
Because we all know the real message those pool pictures are meant to convey right?
So yeah, when those pool pics pop up on your feed, just BAM! Stick this link - or the infographic itself - in the comments. Or okay, fine, just snicker to yourself.
So I will forever be grateful to my friend Kris for pointing this Twitter account out to me. Basically @SavedYouaClick does exactly as it promises — clicks on links so you don’t have to, saving you time and clickbait-induced resentment and/or disappointment.
Especially when I found out that the aforementioned tapping was not in fact TAP-DANCING. Because, well… AWKWARD.
Tapping (a.k.a. EFT or Emotional Freedom Technique) is actually a stress-relief method which involves repetitive finger-tapping on pressure points of the body while repeating affirming statements aloud.
I don’t know if it’s just me or this crazy hot summer or … old age or whatever, but I seem to be sleeping a whole lot these days. I’m a little ashamed to admit this, but I actually spent half of the weekend in Snoresville.
WTH is up with that, right?? Why do I have the weekend agenda of a BEAR IN WINTER??? I need to do something about this. I mean, sleeping is awesome, but dude. Life’s short. I’d prefer not to spend the bulk of it unconscious.
So okay, enough already! Time’s a-wastin’. I need to squeeze more out of my days, and for that, I need to be awake.
It occurred to me, while I was thinking about HOW to get off hibernation mode, that maybe I’m in this mode in the first place because I’m in a bit of a rut.
That’s the thing about being this age, I guess. On the one hand, it’s awesome because you already know most of the answers to the burning questions of your youth.
You know who you are. You know what you’re capable of, and what you’re good at. You know who and what really matter at the end of the day. You pretty much know what the future holds. It’s kind of great.
But on the other hand… YAWN! It’s also kind of boring! Where’s the fun in that??? OMG. I’m starting to see how mid-life crises happen. Except other people do things like buy sports cars and date people way too young for them, and I … well apparently I sleep.
So anyway I decided to make a list of things I needed to inject back into my life so that waking up becomes more pleasure than pain — and here’s what I came up with…
Three P’s of a life worth waking up to:
This is a given. A life without passion really isn’t much of a life at all. But here’s something about passion that not a lot of “passionate” people will tell you, simply because it doesn’t sound very sexy to admit it.
Passion is finite. It runs out. Like the flame it’s usually likened to, it needs to be fed or it dies. And so whatever that passion is that you might possess — whether it be for a person, a cause, something that you do, or life in general… FEED IT. Don’t let it fade, and you’ll always have something to drive you through the day.
“It’s the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting.” - Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist
There’s nothing like the thrill of pursuit to get you jumping out of bed and raring to go. It doesn’t really matter what you’re pursuing — what matters is that you’re running after SOMETHING.
I think the big mistake people make about chasing dreams and goals is that they think you need to actually achieve them in order for the exercise to be worthwhile. That’s not necessarily true.
Sometimes, the goal is not the goal. You’ll find as you get on in life that there’s really more to be found in the journey than there is in the destination.
If there’s anything that makes a life worth waking up to, it’s the people in it. Sometimes, I guess we just get so caught up in everything else that we forget that.
Just last Friday I caught a show with my high school girlfriends (whom I hadn’t seen in ages) and we had such a blast!
And to think I almost didn’t go JUST because it was a Friday, and a payday, and the traffic was going to be hell.
It isn’t always convenient to make time to connect or reconnect with the different people in your life, but it’s totally worth it. So quit reading, put away that gadget, or shut down your computer, and go CONNECT with someone. It might just turn your whole day around.
And yes, yes I’ll do the same, so bye for now! Have a great week, everyone!
It’s sad but true. LOVE BITES, man. So why bother at all, right? Why put your heart out there if you know it’ll likely be broken?
Because the alternative is so much more miserable. Choosing not to love, never getting attached, just so you never get hurt? That’s no way to live a life.
Any life worth living is a continuous cycle of falling in love and getting your heart broken. It’s just the levels of love and heartbreak that vary. Whatever the case, and as sucky as that may seem, the process is necessary.
If you never love and lose, you never learn the truth… that every heartbreak - no matter how howl-at-the-moon-horrible it may be - eventually HEALS. And it’s so important to find that out.
People think surviving life is all about being all hard and tough, but if you ask me, the real triumph is learning that you are resilient. That you’re more rubber than steel. That no matter how far or hard or painfully you fall, you can and will bounce back eventually.
When you realize this, you’ll see that there isn’t much life or love can throw at you that you can’t handle.
I had to get an MRI yesterday, which will probably explain why I haven’t been online much the past few days. I was too busy being TERRIFIED. This was me in the days before the MRI:
In the hospital right before the MRI:
During the actual MRI:
So yeah as you can see, it was a little difficult to concentrate on much else. Remember when I said that TV cameras were the worst things ever? OMG THEY’RE SO NOT! If you’re claustrophobic like I am, MRI MACHINES are the worst things ever!
If you don’t mind, I’d rather not describe the entire process in detail, as I’m still a tad traumatized. Because it was kind of like being delivered straight into the mouth of my own personal Dementor.
Me after the MRI:
But hey … I MADE IT! I endured an entire hour inside that claustrophobic, cacophonous chamber of TORTURE, and lived to tell the tale! Woohoo!!
I’ll be honest, though. I almost didn’t push through with it. I hadn’t even started yet, we were just prepping and the nurse put this sort of heavy armor/blanket on me and strapped it to the bed beneath me. And so of course I was all “OMG I’M TRAPPED I’M TRAPPED I’M TRAPPED!!!" …and I wasn’t even actually IN the machine yet.
So I had to call a time out (please note we hadn’t even BEGUN at this point) to sit up and ummm.. hyperventilate for a bit.
The nurse was really nice about it though. He even tried to make me feel better by telling me about all the other cowards who came and chickened out before me. And THAT’s how I found the strength to continue.
I’d love to be able to say I was able to face my fears because I was brave. But really, it was more because I was feeling competitive.
Oh well. Whatever gets you to the finish line, right? GIRL POWER, MAN. I just couldn’t let my team down. :)
There were a few more times when I was actually inside the machine that I wanted to squeeze the hell out of that emergency buzzer and slither out of that hellhole, but no. I just used the same mantra I’ve used every single time I’ve craved a ciggie since I quit eight months ago…
I’ve already come this far.
I might as well see it through.
I can do this.
And that, my friends, is my new motto, for all future challenges — and maybe life in general. The more you challenge yourself, and the further you get, the more you realize that you are capable of so much more than you ever thought possible.
So GO. Face a fear. Try something new. Astound yourself. You can do it. :)
I was at this newish burger place near my office the other day, and I swear I have never been to a place that was more “IN YOUR FACE” about not caring about your cholesterol counts — or health in general.
That’s their call, of course. It was kind of an “Enter and eat at your risk” type of place, and they were pretty up front about it, at least. Here are a couple of the things on their menu (that I DID NOT EAT, mind you).
Well, I have to admit I had a bit of that deep-fried Mars bar with the ice cream. Because well, WOW. And I must admit was kind of tempted to taste this deep-fried bacon-wrapped burger (gasp!) that I saw…
…because that sort of pure evil is pretty hard to resist…
And also because I am quite possibly the WORST DIETER EVER.
I swear it. Ask my friend Suzette. She’s convinced I’m the most annoying dieter on earth. In fact I suspect she probably has this text template saved on her phone for me, since I get it from her so often.
She’s not wrong. Even I have to admit it. I’m pretty convinced I could win a prize. Because I just tried to list all the most annoying types of dieters I’ve ever come across and realized I’M ALMOST ALL OF THEM.
1. The Diet Announcer/Liar
Because you know what? No one really needs to know that you’re on a diet. Especially if you’re always supposedly on one anyway, but break it the minute something even slightly scrumptious crosses your path. (We’re all aware that when I say “you” here, I mean ME, right? Okay.)
Just quit it. On a diet? Just be on a diet. No status updates, fanfare or reporting necessary. If you must announce, do it when you’re done, to celebrate your success.
2. The Fad Dieter
Cohen, HCG, 5:2 fasting, the 8-hour diet, the Warrior diet… she’s tried them all. If there’s a new diet du jour, she’s on it.
For five days or so. Or maybe five minutes.
3. The Calorie Counter
We all know this type of dieter — the one who thinks MyFitnessPal is like, really a friend??? And basically sucks the joy out of every shared meal by calorie-shaming everyone at the table?? Yeah, that one.
Very similar to the Calorie Counter but annoying in a whole other way is…
4. The Healthy Eating Harpy
Add 1,000 more annoying points if the healthy harpy (and any other type of smug “clean eater”) is active on social media.
Add 2,000 annoying points if the healthy harpy is active on social media and ALSO the next type on the list…
5. The Fitness Boaster
Personally I don’t mind Fitness Boasters all that much… especially when I’m very pathetically trying to join their ranks…
…but it turns out that they were considered the biggest internet irritants by 53% of the people who took this survey. Hmmm.
6. The Hangry Dieter
There are emotional eaters, and then there are those who get emotional because they’re not eating. The Hangry (hungry + angry) dieter is obviously one of the latter.
I’m sure we all know at least one friend like this, about whom we’ve thought “I liked you better when you were fat” on one occasion or another. He/she is the one who comes to mind when you see this:
You know you’re thinking of someone.. even if you might not admit it out loud.
Aaannd okay, so this marks the end of the types of annoying dieter clubs that I’m a card-carrying member of. But there are a couple more…