Sunday Bloody Sunday
Hi! I finally have some free time and privacy to blog a bit. How have you been?
The past few weeks have been very interesting. Still in the process of figuring myself out. Last night I went to a men's strip club for a silly Birthday party theme. It was such a fun but kind of disturbing experience lol! Well one thing that really stood out was how amazing these bodies were. I just wanted to stop the music and dancing and ask them about their diet and exercise routine! I know this sounds so random but the guys from last night really motivated me to take better care of my body. It is so easy to slip back into all of my bad habits but if i really make a conscious effort (with a nice reminder of washboard abs) it is definitely doable. If my dream man looks like the men from yesterday then I need to look like the dream girl myself. Ok so yes this may sound really superficial, and I know that looks aren't everything. But the point here is, these guys have taken working out and eating right so seriously only because it is their actual living. Though it may be a little crazy to expect my future husband to look like the men from last night (one in particular hahahah) it is not crazy to expect myself to make health and taking care of myself a full time job! When I eat right and don't drink or smoke, I just think more clearly. I make wiser choices and I really feel like I am closer to aligning my soul with my personality. This process is called creating authentic power. After all that is my main goal here ...as Gary Zukav puts it. If you aren't familiar with him he is the author of Seat of the Soul.
I almost left without telling you about my salad today ...
This is the edamame salad my mom bought from Costco. It is vegan but I feel like there is too much sugar in it. Ofcourse it's better than eating a bag of potato chips, but I would prefer it without the dressing. Maybe I will "knock it off." Theres also grapes in there which makes it sweet as well. It does have lots of protein because of the edamame. Nice try mom! thanks, close but no cigar ;)
The past few weeks have been very interesting. Still in the process of figuring myself out. Last night I went to a men's strip club for a silly Birthday party theme. It was such a fun but kind of disturbing experience lol! Well one thing that really stood out was how amazing these bodies were. I just wanted to stop the music and dancing and ask them about their diet and exercise routine! I know this sounds so random but the guys from last night really motivated me to take better care of my body. It is so easy to slip back into all of my bad habits but if i really make a conscious effort (with a nice reminder of washboard abs) it is definitely doable. If my dream man looks like the men from yesterday then I need to look like the dream girl myself. Ok so yes this may sound really superficial, and I know that looks aren't everything. But the point here is, these guys have taken working out and eating right so seriously only because it is their actual living. Though it may be a little crazy to expect my future husband to look like the men from last night (one in particular hahahah) it is not crazy to expect myself to make health and taking care of myself a full time job! When I eat right and don't drink or smoke, I just think more clearly. I make wiser choices and I really feel like I am closer to aligning my soul with my personality. This process is called creating authentic power. After all that is my main goal here ...as Gary Zukav puts it. If you aren't familiar with him he is the author of Seat of the Soul.
I almost left without telling you about my salad today ...
This is the edamame salad my mom bought from Costco. It is vegan but I feel like there is too much sugar in it. Ofcourse it's better than eating a bag of potato chips, but I would prefer it without the dressing. Maybe I will "knock it off." Theres also grapes in there which makes it sweet as well. It does have lots of protein because of the edamame. Nice try mom! thanks, close but no cigar ;)

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