So I've been feeling out of shape recently and I want to do something about it. My belly pouch is bigger than ever and I'm not feeling too good about it. I'm quite insecure about my body as I used to be quite thin and suddenly gained some weight when I had to stop sporting due to a wrist injury that makes almost impossible for me to do anything with my arms/wrists. I tried running and found it wasn't my thing. When I moved to Rotterdam I got a gym membership, started working out again and felt great about it. But as I was going there by myself staying motivated was one of the biggest problems. Now I'm back at my parents place I've lost all motivation to do something and of course going to the gym isn't that easy when said gym is about 80 KM away from here :p
So I decided to do some exercises at home but as said before I have motivation issues and I really don't know where to start. I guess after my mid term exam is over I'll doing some google fu and find exercises that are somewhat fun and I won't quit that easily. Like seriously I'm wondering how I'm going to keep myself motivated...
Monday, May 6, 2013
Friday, April 5, 2013
If you are even somewhat concerned about my wellbeing: this is the post for you
A few weeks back I had a rant post about me not feeling well and then another about still not feeling good. Well guess what this has been going on for at least half a year now and probably longer, I don't even know anymore.
This is not your garden variety of having a shitty day, no this is constantly struggling to get out of bed each morning because you feel the day will suck anyway. Now imagine a graph with a straight line in the middle that straight line represents feeling ok, not bad but not really good either. My mood and feelings have been way under that straight line for a really long time now. I don't have the energy and the motivation to do anything anymore, my head is so full it literally hurts, my concentration is gone and here's the real kicker I tend not to tell people I'm not doing well, so about two week ago I confessed to my dad I'm having some mental problems. My dad being my dad made an appointment with my general practitioner and set the entire process in motion. I really didn't want to go, sit there and basically tell him I have been depressed for at least half a year now. Because let's face it, who's wants to say the have a depression when they're 20. I certainly don't but yeah, my dad knows me and also knows that I'm not feeling well is Baarspuls for in five minutes I'll collapse on the floor of exhaustion/sickness/whatever. The entire family on my moms side has this problem, my mom did the same with her depression and my granddad did something similar (no depression though). My general practitioner gave me two options, the first one was to send me to a psychologist and the second one was to send me to social work. I choose the latter because social work is less admitting you have a problem than going to psychologist. Writing this down I realize this is still somewhat of running away from my problems but dammit I don't want to admit just yet that something is seriously wrong with me.
The real kicker about social work was that you have to call them yourself to make an appointment and of course I really, really didn't want to do it. To cover my ass in way I told some people about my problems so they'd be on my ass about it. In the end I didn't make the appointment myself, once again my dad did it. You only get five appointments with social work and I know I probably need more than that but maybe after those five appointments I really ready to admit I have a problem. Until then I'll just be me and soldier on.
By now you're probably wondering why put this on the goddamn internet for everyone to see? And you have your reason right there, just because I normally keep everything to myself I decided it was a good thing to put it out in the open where everyone can read it. At this moment it still seems like a good idea, I'll probably regret it later but by then people will already have read this and know I'm not alright. Here's to hoping my plan won't backfire on me!
This is not your garden variety of having a shitty day, no this is constantly struggling to get out of bed each morning because you feel the day will suck anyway. Now imagine a graph with a straight line in the middle that straight line represents feeling ok, not bad but not really good either. My mood and feelings have been way under that straight line for a really long time now. I don't have the energy and the motivation to do anything anymore, my head is so full it literally hurts, my concentration is gone and here's the real kicker I tend not to tell people I'm not doing well, so about two week ago I confessed to my dad I'm having some mental problems. My dad being my dad made an appointment with my general practitioner and set the entire process in motion. I really didn't want to go, sit there and basically tell him I have been depressed for at least half a year now. Because let's face it, who's wants to say the have a depression when they're 20. I certainly don't but yeah, my dad knows me and also knows that I'm not feeling well is Baarspuls for in five minutes I'll collapse on the floor of exhaustion/sickness/whatever. The entire family on my moms side has this problem, my mom did the same with her depression and my granddad did something similar (no depression though). My general practitioner gave me two options, the first one was to send me to a psychologist and the second one was to send me to social work. I choose the latter because social work is less admitting you have a problem than going to psychologist. Writing this down I realize this is still somewhat of running away from my problems but dammit I don't want to admit just yet that something is seriously wrong with me.
The real kicker about social work was that you have to call them yourself to make an appointment and of course I really, really didn't want to do it. To cover my ass in way I told some people about my problems so they'd be on my ass about it. In the end I didn't make the appointment myself, once again my dad did it. You only get five appointments with social work and I know I probably need more than that but maybe after those five appointments I really ready to admit I have a problem. Until then I'll just be me and soldier on.
By now you're probably wondering why put this on the goddamn internet for everyone to see? And you have your reason right there, just because I normally keep everything to myself I decided it was a good thing to put it out in the open where everyone can read it. At this moment it still seems like a good idea, I'll probably regret it later but by then people will already have read this and know I'm not alright. Here's to hoping my plan won't backfire on me!
Monday, March 25, 2013
Monday, March 11, 2013
Saturday, March 9, 2013
Monday, March 4, 2013
Sunday, March 3, 2013
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Monday, February 25, 2013
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Friday, February 22, 2013
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Winter vs. Derpiwi
The fight of the century is nearing it's climax, but who will be our winner! Stay tuned to find out.
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Monday, February 18, 2013
Derpiwi's bringing back the derp once more
This must be my third or fourth attempt at blogging, I guess the hard part is thinking of stuff to write about. So I decided I will not pre-think the stuff I'm going to write about and just see what will end up on this blog. Sometimes it will be lolita related and sometimes it will be some ranting or other stuff that's on my mind. There's something you guys can be sure of though, it will be silly.
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