Today I was on the elliptical for a mere 20 minutes (with a 2 minute cool-down) which came out to be an equivalence of 1.6 miles and I....am.....pooped.
I wish to be in bed.
A nap after a workout.
Sick.
Anyways...I really need to treat my body better. I always thought that it was okay for me to skip working out because I'm on my feet for 95% of my shifts at work almost every day. But lately, I've been noticing that my body doesn't function the way it used to. I'm tired more, cranky more (this bit could be the result of other factors though), and strange things have been happening to my body. One time, I had a stomach ache unlike any other stomach ache I've had that lasted 3 days straight without rest. My poos haven't been very regular. My limbs have been falling asleep more often than before. Something's up right?!
Well...so it begins. My body doesn't deserve this. It deserves to be taken care of.
IT'S SEXY TIME! :D :/ -__- o.O
{eSeul}
Monday, January 31, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Torn
.
Occasionally I find myself in a moment of disparity with the desire for happiness.
Like many people, sometimes I just wish I can be....happy. For once.
But more often than not, I'll wonder if I even deserve to be happy.
No, I'm not a criminal.
Neither am I betrayer.
But I'm not a joy giver either.
I feel torn.
Have you felt this way before?
{eSeul}
Occasionally I find myself in a moment of disparity with the desire for happiness.
Like many people, sometimes I just wish I can be....happy. For once.
But more often than not, I'll wonder if I even deserve to be happy.
No, I'm not a criminal.
Neither am I betrayer.
But I'm not a joy giver either.
I feel torn.
Have you felt this way before?
{eSeul}
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Au Revoir, Hiver
.
I am utterly heartbroken to say goodbye to winter.
Come the warm air and bright, bright sunshine and all I can do is feel dreadful.
Here are several reasons why I do not love summer:
1. You can only take off so much clothing.
2. As sandals become a part of your daily ensemble, you have to care about painting your toenails. Painting your fingernails is already a task in itself.
3. Sweat. I hate sweat. Especially when it appears after little to no physical activity.
4. You have to shave more often. Whatever girl, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout.
5. Physical affection (I love hugs) becomes less desirable.
6. It's a terrifying thing, entering a car that had been parked outdoors for even less than half an hour.
7. Everyone smells a little more than they usually do.
8. Laundry needs to be done more often.
9. Sleep isn't so comfortable when your skin is touching a surface of any kind. It's these times that I wish I could float.
I want the clouds back. I want the rain back. I want to cozy up. :(
{eSeul}
I am utterly heartbroken to say goodbye to winter.
Come the warm air and bright, bright sunshine and all I can do is feel dreadful.
Here are several reasons why I do not love summer:
1. You can only take off so much clothing.
2. As sandals become a part of your daily ensemble, you have to care about painting your toenails. Painting your fingernails is already a task in itself.
3. Sweat. I hate sweat. Especially when it appears after little to no physical activity.
4. You have to shave more often. Whatever girl, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout.
5. Physical affection (I love hugs) becomes less desirable.
6. It's a terrifying thing, entering a car that had been parked outdoors for even less than half an hour.
7. Everyone smells a little more than they usually do.
8. Laundry needs to be done more often.
9. Sleep isn't so comfortable when your skin is touching a surface of any kind. It's these times that I wish I could float.
I want the clouds back. I want the rain back. I want to cozy up. :(
{eSeul}
Monday, January 3, 2011
Thursday, December 16, 2010
.
She puts on a pair of gray slacks.
Today a black cami will do.
A black, pin-stripe blouse snuggles her chest as she buttons it down.
Her feet slip into a pair of black heels.
And she's out the door with her purse in her hand.
Papers.
Phones ringing.
Keyboards singing in harmony.
Patience.
Keep your voice chirpy.
The co-workers love her as they chit-chat over lunch.
The next four hours fly by.
She hurries home to greet her with a smile.
A big hug and then a change of clothes.
They smell like mild sweat and food in the oven.
Off to another shift.
She walks through the door with adrenaline rushing through her veins as she clocks in.
Or is it dread?
The next five hours are non-stop on-the-feet, talking-over-other-voices, and hot plates in her hands.
At least there's ample change in her pocket.
Weeks go by and then....
Her bank account has been fed.
She smiles.
The shoes at the front door only belong to her and her.
The once empty room left open for another roommate is hers.
The food in the refrigerator? All made by her and bought by her.
No worries in bringing people over. They're her friends.
Old and new.
No more dreadful envelops filled with debt.
Just easy payments.
Easy peasy.
She's happy.
And so is she.
We can live like this.
We really can.
And that...is my fantasy at the moment.
{eSeul}
She puts on a pair of gray slacks.
Today a black cami will do.
A black, pin-stripe blouse snuggles her chest as she buttons it down.
Her feet slip into a pair of black heels.
And she's out the door with her purse in her hand.
Papers.
Phones ringing.
Keyboards singing in harmony.
Patience.
Keep your voice chirpy.
The co-workers love her as they chit-chat over lunch.
The next four hours fly by.
She hurries home to greet her with a smile.
A big hug and then a change of clothes.
They smell like mild sweat and food in the oven.
Off to another shift.
She walks through the door with adrenaline rushing through her veins as she clocks in.
Or is it dread?
The next five hours are non-stop on-the-feet, talking-over-other-voices, and hot plates in her hands.
At least there's ample change in her pocket.
Weeks go by and then....
Her bank account has been fed.
She smiles.
The shoes at the front door only belong to her and her.
The once empty room left open for another roommate is hers.
The food in the refrigerator? All made by her and bought by her.
No worries in bringing people over. They're her friends.
Old and new.
No more dreadful envelops filled with debt.
Just easy payments.
Easy peasy.
She's happy.
And so is she.
We can live like this.
We really can.
And that...is my fantasy at the moment.
{eSeul}
Monday, November 15, 2010
The devil knows what has been planned for me.
So he breaks me down.
He takes my thoughts into unlit places and into the miry clay.
My feet get stuck.
So I fall on my knees.
He laughs and watches as I'm helpless, as I weep.
He knows I'm getting nowhere and losing more and more hope.
Especially in knowing that God, the One he fears most, is gradually blurring from my head.
From my heart.
From my life.
But He only allows this to happen because He loves me.
He believes in me even thought I don't.
He has faith in me even though I don't.
Job 1:11-12.
He's willing to have His heart broken while I loathe...the breaking of my heart.
I don't have evidence of the bright future ahead. But I believe.
He has favor in me....
So I believe.
I believe in His promises.
Instead of letting him tie me down...
I'm going to try and break free.
Let this be a time that I find freedom and not dwell in my paralysis.
God please....
{eSeul}
So he breaks me down.
He takes my thoughts into unlit places and into the miry clay.
My feet get stuck.
So I fall on my knees.
He laughs and watches as I'm helpless, as I weep.
He knows I'm getting nowhere and losing more and more hope.
Especially in knowing that God, the One he fears most, is gradually blurring from my head.
From my heart.
From my life.
But He only allows this to happen because He loves me.
He believes in me even thought I don't.
He has faith in me even though I don't.
Job 1:11-12.
He's willing to have His heart broken while I loathe...the breaking of my heart.
I don't have evidence of the bright future ahead. But I believe.
He has favor in me....
So I believe.
I believe in His promises.
Instead of letting him tie me down...
I'm going to try and break free.
Let this be a time that I find freedom and not dwell in my paralysis.
God please....
{eSeul}
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