Just an average week...

I've been thinking a lot about my blog over the past few days and it has been a source of motivation!  I'm not overly busy now that my internship is over and I'm preparing for a week-long trip to Reno.  I have an orientation to attend tomorrow, so I'll be leaving bright and early at 5 a.m. to make it on time.  Packing a "small" bag is rough!  I feel like I'm bringing WAAAAAAY too much (because I probably am!).

Getting swoll with it brotha!

I think that because my gym doesn't have a location in Reno, maybe I'll hit up some other gyms for their no-strings-attached trial periods...  I'll truly have nothing better to do!  I actually weighed myself this morning since I won't be in town this weekend to weigh myself and post the results and I'm pretty pleased!  My weight is honestly a small miracle because I'm pretty sure I ate enough carbs yesterday to feed a football team.

One pound lighter!

There are some people in my life that harp on my about my weight; their advice and "concerns" are unwelcome and unsolicited (as will be yours if you post them in the comments).  It makes me extremely angry that there are people in this world that force their ideas about "the perfect body" onto other people, meaning well or not.  What drives me nuts is the idea they have that I can't possibly be happy the way I am.  I don't care what your motive is for "informing" me about my health, it will never warrant telling me how to live my life.

I have made it clear to these folks that I am not interested in talking about my weight, going to the gym, or anything else related to my health anymore.  I have tried being polite and listening, but at the beginning of this year I felt like crap about myself because I felt pressure from other people to be something I just can't be right now.  I realized that these people were making me feel so negative when what I needed was positivity.  Don't get me wrong, if you know me, you know I'm not someone who beats around any bush, but I felt like I was being bullied apposed to cared for.  You can tell me I'm fat, but do something about it!

Unless you are a personal trainer or my physician, do not make me feel like a bad person because I'm eating dessert or because I didn't go to the gym today.  The choices I make are none of your business and there is nothing you can tell me about my personal fitness and health that I haven't read about or seen on Dr. Oz.  I will pay the consequences, not you.

Now, I understand that this might sound a little strange considering the fact that I'm posting my weight and sometimes body issues on the internet for the world to see, but I am doing it on my terms.  There are times that I am 100% happy with the way I look/feel, and there are times when I feel a little disappointed, but never depressed and never hopeless (well, unless I'm looking at pictures of supermodels because even if I starved myself for years I could never have a body like that haha!).

This whole rant is brought to you by the fact that I had a physical yesterday at Kaiser.  The doctor said I was in damn good health for a 24 year old and when I shared this information with my "haters," they responded with, "well, can you run 5 miles?"  Not yet, Asshole.