I didn’t think it possible, but I never want to eat peanut butter again in my life, EVER. Thanks Sanitarium! You’re a shit company with shit products. (Or were my expectations too high when I opened a jar of nothing-but-100%-peanuts peanut butter and instead got a cannon fire of oil all over myself, my kitchen, and my carpet? I think I’d have made less of an oil slick if I’d played ‘champagne showers’ with a bottle of olive oil, or taken a leisurely swim in a McDonald’s deep fryer.)
If anyone can do this, Cindy can!
Burpee. Step. Burpee. Step. For 5,280 feet…
My first goal is 1/10 of a mile. Aaaaaaand go! :)
PS PLEASE REBLOG/like THIS SO I DON’T WUSS OUT.
- Me: In the... when they make a movie... the film of our lives, I think like, I think Michael Fassbender should play you.
- Sara: ...
- Me: And I, I know he's, I know he's like three feet taller than you...
- Sara: ...
- Me: And, and he's a dude, but like...
- Sara: ...
- Me: He's... he's...
- Me [ashamed]: I am drunk.
- Sara [unimpressed]: ... I couldn't tell.
I say bottom gets toilet while ya hold a bucket for your face. I’m so so so sorry my dear. I hope you feel better soon.
The vomiting stopped pretty quickly (thank you based god) so it turned out not to be an issue— but that’s what I was going to do if it didn’t! *squishes* I’m going to spend the weekend trying to nap it off. (I was going to say curled up in bed, but I’ve got a fever and the bathroom floor is much cooler than bed. SOMEONE INVENT A COLD BED. I WILL GIVE YOU MONEY.)
:( That is why it is perfect to have a bathtub beside your toilet. It’s not ideal obviously, but neither of those to happenings ever are…. FEEL BETTER sounds like food poisoning
There are actually no bathtubs in my house whatsoever! :O I thought it might be food poisoning too, but I’ve only eaten one thing this week that could be the cause, and it took too long after that for me to get sick for that to be it. My trainer thinks it’s flu. AND I’M NOT HAPPY ABOUT IT. I have a freaking statistics exam worth 60% of my grade Monday morning; I can’t afford to be sick!
Vomiting is bad and diarrhoea is bad, but having them both at once is a special kind of traumatic because WHICH END GETS PRIORITY ON THE TOILET
THERE IS NO GOOD CHOICE AS FAR AS A COMPROMISE GOES
How the fuck can a man who has been convicted of a series of violent rapes be allowed out on parole?
So angry right now.
Because the freedom of men is more important than the liberty of women.
It’s that simple.
Ugh, I think I’m just going to stop following back. They always start out normal, and then devolve faster than you can say “I’m not racist/sexist/dumber-than-shit, but…”
at monash university in melbourne the women’s department had a bake sale and cupcakes were one dollar for men and eighty cents for women and seventy cents for trans* people to represent the wage gap and heaps of guys kicked off about it being sexist and that’s how i finally understood how hypocritical and ignorant men’s rights activism is
to be fair that is pretty darn sexist… why cant stuff just be EQUAL for everyone?
And months and months later, the poor offended Monash menz are STILL kicking up a shit about how that was SO UNFAIR, that they had to pay more for a cupcake that ONE TIME on that ONE DAY.
Ick, yuck. I’m flu-ey and gross right now, and I’m sort of blobbing on the couch with food, chanting feed a cold, starve a fever like a meditative mantra in an attempt to comfort myself about how much I’m eating.
I did actually feel like working out yesterday, despite my cold, but I was sneezy and my nose was runny and I didn’t want to be that asshole who germs up all the equipment and makes everyone else sick. Seriously. Don’t be that guy.
Today I can finally breathe through my nose again, and if I’m out of the SPREAD ALL THE SNOT stage of yuck by tomorrow afternoon, I’ll venture back into the gym.
So, basically, just HI and a lazy little update because I know I’ve been a boring reblogger lately. I’ve been expending the minimal brain energy I have available on exam revision (hahahahahahahahahaha kill me).
Weight should be like virginity.
Once you lose it you can’t get it back
Weight should be like virginity: it shouldn’t fucking matter.
Ahahahaaaa I’m dying. Going back again this weekend for a speedrun.
GET THAT SHIT ON VIDEO, SON