I decided to go out for a quick jog with my dog before dinner today. Lately I’ve been really into this game called Magikarp Jump, and thought it’d be a good idea to multitask and play the game while running. That turned out to be a terrible idea because something happened that I don’t remember happening since I was a kid: I fell. I tripped over an uneven part of sidewalk and fell pretty hard.
My phone flew out of my hands, my glasses and sunglasses flew off my face, and I hit the ground on my hands and knees. I could feel it happening and it seemed to happen in slow motion, but not slow enough for me to be able to stop it. I had to hobble home with my aching knees and whining dog (he wasn’t ready to be done yet!), all the while feeling so stupid for playing on my phone while running. Doesn’t matter that I only needed one hand to play; I wasn’t paying attention and my balance was off just enough that what might have been just a small stumble ended up with me on the ground. I also need to work on picking up my feet so I don’t trip in the first place. I tend to drag them a little too close to the ground.
The good news is that my phone and glasses are both fine. Thank God I invested in a nice, study case for my phone that saved it from scratches or cracks. My knees didn’t fare as well; they’re quite scraped and bruised and swollen and I probably won’t jog for a couple days. I’m more annoyed at myself than anything, but all in all I’m fine. I didn’t even cry 😛
I just wanted to share. The moral of the story is: pay attention to what you’re doing!
You can hardly go on the internet these days without people complaining about “unrealistic beauty/body standards” and how society expects them to look like “the ideal.” My question to that is who? Who expects you to look “ideal?” Has anyone who wasn’t a complete jackass ever come up to you and told you that you need to work harder at looking exactly like a magazine cover model? That you’ll never get married or find a partner or achieve happiness without being a size 0 with 6 pack abs, pearly white teeth, and a perfect 0.7 waist to hip ratio?
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Oh how I regret thee, let me count the ways…
About 9 months ago I went to the ENT complaining of headaches in my face and that my nose was always stuffy. I had to sleep every single night with nasal strips or else I would end up mouth breathing all night. Every time I laid down, the inside of my nose would swell, often completely shut, and would be rendered useless. He sent me in for a CT scan and the results came back that I had a deviated septum, large turbinates, and a mucous sack in my left sinus. He told me I needed surgery to correct these issues. He also suggested that I get my nose straightened out while I was at it (it’s quite crooked and always has been) but I decided that was too much trouble and I’d just go with the septum/turbinate/sack surgery.
Continue reading I Really, Really Regret My Nasal/Sinus Sugery
In this article I get a dose of reality about mortgage rates and buying houses, and share my findings with the world.
I periodically get emails from Zillow telling me about houses nearby and whether they’ve price dropped. I got one recently for a house that’s currently on the market for $72,500. I thought, wow, what a great deal! I wonder what that would cost me per month? So, just for fun, I decided to go use a mortgage calculator to find out what that type of mortgage would cost me per month. Mortgage rates today, per The Washington Post, are 3.59%. I put 4% into the calculator just to be safe. It gave me a figure of $346.13 per month for 30 years.
Continue reading Mortgage Rates – Holy Crap!
I don’t want to get too into this right now, I just want to get my thoughts out on it. I’m sick of people thinking that liberals or anyone who supports Bernie Sanders or Democratic Socialism wants everything handed to them. I don’t want everything handed to me. I appreciate the feeling of accomplishment and pride that working to support myself gives. I don’t even want free college (though cheaper college would be good).
No, what I really want are valid safety nets and good social programs. I want people to be able to take monetary risks (like starting a business or a family or investing) without fear of becoming homeless and dying. I want to be able to go rollerblading without fearing I may bankrupt myself by breaking my arm. I want to know that if I do break my arm and can’t work, I won’t end up on the streets. I want to know that in the future when automation kills half the jobs, that I don’t have to worry about being mugged by some poor former McDonald’s employee that’s just trying to survive.
Continue reading Quick rant on “socialism” and “personal responsibility”
I need to get a few things out of the way before I start this post.
- I don’t hate fat people. I’m fat and I know how hard it is. I don’t care what other people do to their bodies. What I do care about is people spreading misinformation and lies, and harming other people.
- Overweight and obesity are objective, medical terms. This article is more talking about obesity. Being a little overweight, while still harmful to your health, is not as bad for you as obesity and its many classifications.
- Obesity is bad for you. This is not up for debate. If you’re going to try to debate this point, waste your time elsewhere.
- Obesity is always caused by overeating. There are some conditions that can cause you to overeat, or to cause your body to burn fewer calories (which just means you need to consume fewer calories), but that does not mean the condition is not caused by too much food. This is also not up for debate, and if you’re going to try to debate this point, waste your time elsewhere.
- I do not advocate fat shaming. Calling people names and treating them like shit has only been shown to cause them to engage further in their destructive behaviors. But there is a difference between being mean and being truthful. There is a difference between calling someone fat and suggesting that maybe they shouldn’t eat so much, or telling them that their behavior is unhealthy.
Now then. In this post, I am going to talk about why the fat acceptance movement is harmful, and why the normalization of obesity is bad. I already covered a lot of this in another article, but I feel it’s worth writing about again and in more depth as I’ve been exposed to the movement as a whole much more than the last time I wrote about it. This is going to be a long one, so if you’re too lazy to read the very important points below, skip to the bottom for the TL;DR.
Continue reading Why Fat Acceptance is Harmful V2
So I was arguing on reddit recently about paid family leave and employment benefits in general. Arguments were the typical “well if you want paid family leave, you should have waited to have kids until you were in a better position to get a better job” or “if you can’t afford kids, just don’t have sex” or “if you want any benefits at work or in life at all, you should have gotten more skills and got a better job.” This is my response to that. It’s not exactly an argument for anything (though I do support universal basic income and universal healthcare), but more an argument against these shitty ass arguments.
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I was diagnosed with depression when I was around 16. For the longest time, I’ve suffered from the attitude of “what’s the point?” Why keep on living? Why try to achieve anything? Why do anything at all? You’re just going to die anyway. This attitude conflicts with my severe fear of death and is just an overall unpleasant and depressing attitude to have. Every time I’d try to do something, be it start working out, writing a book, painting a picture, or just trying to enjoy my life, I’d be bombarded of intrusive thoughts of “why are you doing this? Nothing matters, you’re just going to die anyway.”
Well recently, I came up with something that has helped me push these thoughts away. It’s a pretty simple concept, and it may not work for everyone, but it works for me. Whenever I start to think “why try when you’re just going to die?” I replace the thought with “because it’s my job to live.” When I think of living my life as some duty that I have to fulfill, it just helps for some reason. I don’t believe in God or any sort of higher power, but when I pretend that I was put on this earth with the sole point of living, I just feel better about it. I can do my job (live my life) and when it’s over, I’m done and it’s okay.
The attitude of “what’s the point of doing anything when it has an end?” is a stupid, irrational one. With that logic, why go to work? The work day is just going to be over, so why should I even start it? Why start a new video game or a movie or a book when you know it’s just going to end? Because the journey is enjoyable (or necessary, when it comes to work), that’s why.
This might not work for everyone, like I said. But if I don’t think about it too much, it works for me. Living my life is what I was put on this earth to do, and I’m going to do my best at accomplishing it.
Week 4 of c25k. I’d heard that week 4 is brutal, and they weren’t kidding. I couldn’t even finish the workout the way it was designed. It had 2 periods of jogging for 5 minutes, and even at 4mph, I couldn’t maintain it. During the first 5 minute period I had to step on the side of the treadmill to rest for about 30 seconds because I had an excruciating stitch in my side. The second one I had to cut up into like 3 pieces because I kept getting stitches in my sides and my legs were killing me. This is definitely the hardest I’ve worked since I started. I finished the entire 30 minute workout, but I didn’t do it the way it was structured. I’m thinking I’m going to have to repeat week 3 for the rest of the week and try week 4 again next week.
Continue reading Training for a 5k in 11 Weeks: Week 5
Today was day one of week 3 of c25k and it was brutal. First of all, I have some ingrown toenails or something so my toes have been hurting. Secondly, I forgot my headphones and had to go all the way back home to get them because there was no way I was running without music. This workout consisted of the regular walk/run intervals, but this time the run intervals were longer. The runs switched between 1.5 minutes and 3 minutes.
Continue reading Training for a 5k in 11 Weeks: Week 4