Today marks my first month calling Tampa, home.
One month. It is definitely a good sign that I’ve made it this long.
I figured that if I was going to fail, I would have done it by now.
But here I am, living and thriving!
And dear heaven do I love it here.
I love the over sized lizards that greet you every time you walk out the door. The snakes and bugs that disappear as fast as they appear.
Taking cold showers every single day without question.
Sweating if not all day, at least once everyday.
The feel of air conditioner hitting your face the moment you enter any building or home.
These are the things I love. The things I’ve dreamed of having since I was a child.
Today I read that God likes to outdo himself. His dream for your life is so much bigger than your own.
He is going to take you places that you never thought possible, open up doors that you never imagined to be unlocked.
He’s going to bring talent out of you that you didn’t even know you had.
This is when I get excited about my future!
My destiny is not determined by the economy, how I was raised, or my education.
My destiny is determined by Almighty God. Look at where he has brought me!
I stopped recording my progress in the gym, simply because one of my biggest pet peeves in the universe, is women making sure everyone knows everytime they even think about stepping foot in a gym. Going to the gym is not meant to be something you brag about, you just do it. Same with eating healthy, just eat your healthy food, and stop taking pictures of it. The only people impressed are the people who do the exact same thing. True gym rats and fitness junkies put their energy into themselves, not showing off to others. If you wish to blast twitter/Facebook/IG up with pictures of the vegetables you ate for dinner, or a picture of your feet on a treadmill.. Make a damn fitness account or something and put your “look at me” shit on there. end rant.
For my own benefit, I need to start keeping track of my routine, or I can injure my little white girl body with all my PWNage. I started training for my Dance Fitness (also known as Zumba) certification in February. And a 5k in March.
My Thursday routine consists of:
Stretching + freestanding weights
Cenergy (which is an active yoga)
Zumba (dance fitness)
Freestanding weights + kickboxing
I rotate my routine by pretty much exercising what is LEAST sore that day. I don’t have arm days, cardio days, and leg days, I have “everything but the sore body part and sometimes still that body part” days.. Which is 4-5x a week.
I never take pictures in the gym, cause I don’t believe in having your phone with you while your working out, it causes too much of a distraction, at least it does for me. The gym is probably the only place my phone isn’t glued to my hand. But I’m going to TRY and start recording progress, along with meal plans. It doesn’t really sound like my cup of tea, but we’ll see if I can keep it up.
The very last day of 2012. It’s at this point you may come to realize that the thing you’ve been wanting to do all year, will not be done. You’ve officially set this year in stone as of today.
Why dont you just dwell on this year. How did you do? How bad did you fuck up? Or how much did you achieve?
Personally. I think I did pretty damn good with only one year to make things happen. In a matter of one year, I was caught up in a very unhealthy romance. I had broken a heart. I had gone through depression. I had every one of my closest friend move away from me. I had met a stranger out of the blue, who I later started dating. I had graduated college. I had quit an amazing job after 3+ years. I had moved to Asheville, NC to live with a man I had only met 5 months earlier. I had moved away from my family for the first time in my life, becoming the first person in my family to move away from Franklin in 20 years . I had gotten a very ‘professional’ job at a doctors office. I had gotten a promotion. I had fallen in love. I had kept in contact with my closest friends. I had met a lot of people and learned many things, it’s unbelievable that so many changes could happen in a matter of 12 months.
But what now? What is this upcoming year going to bring me?
Every year I read about people’s New Year Resolutions. And usually it’s all talk.
It’s weird how everyone in the country feels like tomorrow is the official day to make positive changes in their life. I’ll never understand why the start of a year is a better time to make changes than anyother day in entire the world.
Oh your fat and unhappy? You’re totally right, why don’t you wait until January 1st to try and make things better and go to the gym. Because that’s the only day all year that you can try and better yourself….. No idiot. You should have made some life changes a long ass time ago.
January 1st should not be spent telling yourself that things are going to get better, it should be spent with you congratulating yourself on being successful and happy and making great choices in the past year.
I may never fully understand the human race and the traditions that we find necessary. Even when I was a young girl I thought New Years Resolutions were a load of crock.
In conclusion. Think about it. Why are you waiting until January 1st to better yourself? You had to have know this needed to happen a long time ago.
People are lazy. I struggle to act like I don’t care about how lazy people are.
Stop dreaming up ideas on how you could be smarter or nicer or more attractive. Just take care of yourself and put other people’s feelings before your own. It really can’t get much simpler than that. I promise.