Joie de Vivre
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☸ Current Weight: 179lbs ☸
Height: 5'11
HW:255lbs
GW2: 172lbs
GW3:160lbs
UGW:155lbs
My weight…fat is just a product of how negative so many things have been throughout a majority of my life. With a most of the pounds gone and nothing to grasp onto, no excuses, nothing to hide behind, everything’s hit me harder than any other time before…I have to face reality. It’s clearer, it’s painful.
I’ve kept to myself for so long. I’ve had no self worth. No assertiveness. No confidence. I was too nice. I was too afraid…and it kept getting worse.
I’ve thought too long, cried too long, and wished far too many times for everything to end.
I’m exhuasted. I’m exhausted of believing negative people and not believing in myself. I nearly, completely, lost who I am to them.
That being said…I’m thankful I still have an ounce of strong will somewhere still inside of me, a very small part of me that holds on and still believes everything will be okay one day, I will make it better one day. I’m thankful it’s pulled me out of every dark hole before it’s become my grave. I’m thankful for every person who has saved me at the very last minute.
When I began running…there was a moment in time where I felt free from this dark cloud. I learned I was responsible for what happens, how I feel, and I had control of my life. I almost lost that, stopped believing in myself, and started letting the negative thoughts and people tear me down again.
Today, I’m making a change. I’m letting go of the shit. I’m working on coming to terms with the past, and rebuilding myself. I want to feel the sun again and breathe easier.
It’s going to be hard because I don’t have much to start from, not much to guide me, but I’ll stay positive and keep making changes for the better.
It’s time to face fears…
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i sat here laughing at this for like 30 seconds before finally hitting reblog
it’s awful being a third wheel
what about that one down on the bottom
ACTUALLY DIED.
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An 87 Year Old College Student Named Rose
The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn’t already know.
I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned round to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me
with a smile that lit up her entire being.
She said, “Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I’m eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?”
I laughed and enthusiastically responded, “Of course you may!” and she gave me a giant squeeze.
“Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?” I asked.
She jokingly replied, “I’m here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids…”
“No seriously,” I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.
“I always dreamed of having a college education and now I’m getting one!” she told me.
After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.We became instant friends. Every day for the
next three months, we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this “time machine”
as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.
Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and
she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.
At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I’ll never forget what she taught us. She was
introduced and stepped up to the podium.
As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, “I’m sorry I’m so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I’ll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell
you what I know.”
As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, “We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop
playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day.
You’ve got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.
We have so many people walking around who are dead and don’t even know it!There is a huge difference between growing
older and growing up.
If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don’t do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old.
If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.
Anybody can grow older. That doesn’t take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change.
Have no regrets.
The elderly usually don’t have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those
with regrets.”
She concluded her speech by courageously singing “The Rose.”
She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.
At the year’s end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died
peacefully in her sleep.
Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it’s
never too late to be all you can possibly be .When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they’ll really enjoy it!
These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE.
REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS
OPTIONAL.
We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give.
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Now that I’m down to the last group of pounds…worrying about loose skin…
…I look at my stomach in the mirror and tell it: “Please don’t be a sad tummy, looove me.” :’<
Insanely Simple Two-Ingredient Recipes
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hello darlings…jessi, here:
this morning i officially discovered i have some gnarly stretch marks…and i am probably going to have loose skin on my tummy.
but the weird thing is…i was actually pretty pumped to notice it because it means i have lost enough weight to notice it. and by looking at…
I love doing my thing while someone else is in the room doing their thing. Like if you come over and you want to sit by the window and read while I sit on the floor drawing something and listening to a cd that would be very nice.
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