Started the Squat September challenge today. I started with 10 - I was going to start with 50, but I did them right after I ran, so I wasn’t feeling all that up to it. :P
Speaking of my run, I almost didn’t do it. I was thinking about just putting it off until tomorrow morning, but I know I typically won’t do it then either. So I just went ahead and ran this evening. I’m glad I did, because it definitely helped my cranky mood from today.
Bold what applies to you.
I am a cuddler.
I am a morning person.
I am an only child.
I am currently pregnant.
I am left handed.
I am a little shy around the opposite gender at first.
I bite my nails.
I can be paranoid at times.
I enjoy country music.
I enjoy smoothies.
I enjoy talking on the phone.
I have a car.
I have/had a hard time paying attention at school.
I have a hidden talent.
I have a pet.
I have a tendency to fall for the “wrong” guy/girl.
I have all my grandparents.
I have been to another country.
I have been told that I have an unusual sense of humor.
I have or had broken a bone.
I have caller I.D. on my phone.
I have bathed someone.
I have changed a diaper.
I have changed a lot over the past year.
I have friends who have never seen my natural hair colour.
I have had major/minor surgery.
I have killed another person.
I have had my hair cut within the last week.
I have mood swings.
I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.
I have rejected someone before.
I like the taste of blood.
I love Cady Groves.
I love sleeping.
I love to shop.
I own 100 CDs or more.
I own and use a library card.
I read books for pleasure in my spare time.
I sleep a lot during the day.
I was born in a country other than the UK.
I watch soap operas on a regular basis.
I work at a job that I enjoy.
I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.
I am currently wearing socks.
I am tired.
I love to paint/draw/sketch/sculpt.
I consume at least one alcoholic drink every month.
I have/had:
Graduated high school.
Smoked cigarettes.
Ridden every ride at an amusement park.
Collected something really stupid.
Gone to a concert.
Helped someone.
Spun turn tables.
Watched four movies in one night.
Been broken up with.
Taken a college level course.
Been in a car accident.
Been in a tornado.
Watched someone die.
Been to a funeral.
Burned yourself.
Ran a marathon.
Your parents got divorced.
Cried yourself to sleep.
Spent over $200 in one day.
Cheated on someone.
Been cheated on.
Written a 10 page letter.
Had a best friend.
Lost someone you loved.
Skipped school.
Gotten in trouble for something you didn’t do.
Stolen books from the library.
Been in a mental hospital.
Watched the “Harry Potter” movies.
Fired a gun.
Been in a school play.
Been fired from a job.
Taken a lie detector test.
Swam with dolphins.
Attempted suicide.
Written poetry.
Read more than 20 books a year.
Gone to Europe.
Loved someone you couldn’t have.
Used a coloring book over age 12.
Had surgery.
Had stitches.
Taken a taxi.
Had more than 5 online conversations going at once.
Had a hamster.
Dyed your hair.
Had something pierced.
Gotten straight A’s.
Your parents sent you to a shrink.
Been handcuffed.
My hair is naturally the color:
Light brown
Medium brown
Dark brown
Blonde
Black
Dirty blonde
Strawberry blonde/Ginger
My eyes are:
Brown
Blue
Green
Hazel
Light brown
A combination of things
I am:
Male
Female
Other
People sometimes label me as:
Slut
Girly
Ugly
Nerd
Other
Some of my biggest fears are:
Spiders/other insects
Dying
Doctor/Dentist appointments
Hospitals
Needles
Disease
Being alone in the dark
Heights
Small spaces
Oceans/large bodies of water
Holes
Large animals
Small animals
Open spaces
I have:
A friend with benefits
A laptop in my room
A television in my room
Good grades
My own car
Married parents
(Source: lacedbelles, via putnutelladown)
I didn’t workout yesterday because I was sick to the point where I couldn’t even hold down water. But I feel a little better now, albeit a little lightheaded. And I won’t really be able to workout tomorrow because I’ll be on a plane all day.
Decisions, decisions.
Threw up nine times and was only able to hold down a few sips of water and a couple Cheerios.
Today, Gatorade shall be my friend.
First my boyfriend telling me how tiny his exes were compared to me, then one of my best friends (who knows I’m recovering from an ED) telling me that I should lose weight, and now my mom apparently weighs less than I do.
Fuck. I really want to stay healthy, but apparently everyone else just thinks I’m a gigantic whale. Maybe I should relapse. They apparently only liked me when I was skinny.
