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| Things are going pretty decently this semester. Beyond the beginning's drama, most of it my doing, things are going well. I'm going to class, working, and going to the gym. I can start to feel myself wearing thin and I really hope that I can keep things together until the new year. | | |
| Things are getting better! I think my problem with my saddening/frustrating situations is that I wasn't in control. When you lose power over your circumstances, you can become complacent and give up. Something I've had a lot of control over lately is my weight. Listen, this isn't an eating disorder in a sheep's disguise. I think this is a type of therapy. I've lost ~15 pounds since my shit really hit the fan. I find comfort in knowing that I can make myself better if I am disciplined.
With a school like Georgia Tech, you can throw your entire soul into a project and have it turned down flat. I've been so discouraged by the failures my discipline had given me and the victories were too small to counter the bad (1 good sort of cancels out two bad). But with this weight thing, I can take control and make myself healthier. I guess the proper way to phrase this little epiphany is that I can take a little time and give it to me and I can reap rewards that I can see in a quantitative manner.
This display of concrete control is so uplifting and inspiring. I've been devouring articles on health (nonstop quoting of Women's Health -- sorry ya'll) and clipping every low calorie recipe that I can find that sounds remotely healthy. While this is just a temporary way to get a little grip on things, I think this is going to change me for the better. I'm loving the fruits and veggies I eat. I haven't gotten to exercise.. but now I see that there is a slower and less sweaty way to do what I've always wanted to do.
I'm doing things my way and it's invigorating, exciting, exhilarating. The only person that is responsible for this new aspect of my life is me. | | |
| Times are a little less than awesome lately. There are a million different things that I have no control over that I keep trying to resist. This hasn't been getting me anywhere and my constant conflict with reality and what I want has been making me miserable. The more I tug opposite the finger of my circumstance, the tighter the trap becomes. Maybe if I lie still enough, things will slip right off and I can have my hand back. | | |
| Do you think that Randall Munroe (xkcd author) actually has sex? This is such a mean thing to think about, but he incorporates sex into his comic too many times for me to buy that he gets it on with ladies regularly. Uh, I guess it is none of my business. Sorry, Randall.
I just made my happiness playlist and I'm in love with it. When I get all grumbly, I listen and I don't feel so fussy after a while. | | |
| When I go to school, I find that I can't carry all of my vittles in my tote. Instead of refraining from taking food, I carry it in a brown paper sack with handles. Most of the brown paper sacks that we have in our house are from tool-dominated places. Recently, I've had to switch from my Starbucks bag to a Whole Foods bag. So which makes me more of a tool--traipsing around campus with a Starbucks or Whole Foods bag?
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