Hello, and welcome to a new month, with your same host – at least on this blog. Ading, kumasta ka? Have you been getting enough sleep, or at least trying? Have you been drinking enough water? Just water! Don’t include your coffee in that count! Do as I say, not as I do!
I’ve been surviving, and that’s okay. Most of my life was spent in anxiety and dissatisfaction, striving towards others’ ideals. I thought that I needed to justify everything, that there needed to be a grandiose plan for every choice and every interest. There’s nothing wrong with living that way, but that’s not who I am. I just want to exist, and to be happy. I want to pay my bills, and have the emotional and mental energy to write my stories.
This doesn’t mean that I never have a plan.
Writing
April is my birthday month. I meant to mark the occasion by finishing a novel. Instead, I ate a lot of cake. Many bowls of rice were involved. I would be remiss if I didn’t mention the ramen and fettucine. Long noodles, long life, right?
With all that said, I’m unhappy that I don’t have a finished novel. Before the end of May, I’ll have something to publish. My word count goal is 3,000 per day. I can do at least that much if I head to my computer upon waking, as opposed to playing the “I’ll read just one chapter” game.
Fitness
I’m fitness this whole pizza in my mouth.
Just kidding.
I debated whether to write about this. Weight is a loaded topic for many. I also don’t want to feed into that toxic mindset that women’s bodies are in need of constant improvement. We are all built different, and capable of different things.
That said, I came across a woman on social media who looks like she would survive a zombie apocalypse. I showed her post to a fit coworker, asking how I would get started. That’s when I found out he helps people on the side. He’s helping me! I’m so stoked! I’m going to feel strong again. I am going to be strong again.
I’m genuinely on a fitness journey. Hopefully it won’t be triggering, or negative, if I’m posting about what I can lift, or when I no longer need to hit the albuterol during a workout.
Let’s go!
To sleep. I just noticed the time.
