Why do I run?

Why do I run? Where do I get my motivation from?

I'm a waitress and I work about 5+hours a shift where I don't get to sit down for 5 hours strait. It is like the longest cardio workout ever.

And when I get off, I go home..

And all I can think about is "I need to go running"

Treadmill, track, pavement.

Why do I run?

Why do I never let myself talk myself out of running?

What is my motivation?

Oh yeah, THAT is.

I'm going to go run. :-)

Why don't you get off the internet and run too!

What's my motivation?

I try to run everyday. I like to run everyday. It makes me feel... sane.

When I get off of work at 5:00pm after going in at 9:00am, not having a break, not sitting down, constantly waitressing for 8 hours-I'm tired.

So..

What gets me on my feet? What gets me on the track, treadmill, pavement. Why do I run? WHY?

Well...

I don't know.

The NOT word of the day: FAT

I am SO tired of the word FAT. I'm sick of the way it sounds, what it implies, the way that it's used. It's mean and cold.
The crazy part about the word FAT lately, is that I've only heard people using it to address themselves! Crazy, right? To call yourself fat? A word that completely disregards a human being, sacrifices who they are, because of a few (or more than a few) extra pounds.
What is fat anyway? Who has the authority to deem someone "fat" or "fit." And now there are all kinds of different elements to "fat" that I have never even heard of before,
-Fat
-Obese
-Overweight
-Skinny fat?
SKINNY FAT? WHAT is this?! You mean to tell me a person who is "skinny" can also be "fat." Fat is an epidemic, and I don't mean in the sense of weight, I mean in the sense of body images.
SO to everyone out there who repeatedly calls yourselves FAT when you look in the mirror, or fat when you mentally describe the way that you look, fat when your sad, fat when your emotionally eating away your pain, fat when you feel like your stuck inside a suit made of calories and french fries, fat when your constantly diminishing your own efforts to not be fat, STOP. STOP and banish the word FAT from your vocabulary, from your mind.
Fat is no longer an adjective, it is a trap.

I don't care what size you are. I don't care if you wear a 2, 6, or 26, you are and can be beautiful.

Fat is not a word to define a person. Fat is a cage to lock yourself in, and they key to getting out is finding out why being FAT does not describe anyone.

So lets all take oath to not use the word fat to describe ourselves or anyone else.
-Thank you!

Oh The Rain

I've never "blogged" before. I'm not really even sure what a "blog" is. All I know is I can write anything I want in here and everyone else can read it (although I'm sure no one will want to) considering my life is eh, dull enough for me to create a blog with no intentional purpose except to ramble on to oh you know, the world wide web.

I imagine that I am going to use this new "blogging" technology to find out who I am. I'm trying to figure out what to do with my life. I've recently switched to a school in a different city with absolutely no idea what to do. I was a Technical Journalism major and my new school, while very large, strangely has no Journalism Department.

I feel like writing may be my passion. But I am one of those people who thinks, hey, I can do that! To just about EVERYTHING!

Here are a few things I want to do with my life, or have thought about doing:

1) Moving to NY or LA to pursue a modeling career (yeah right)

2) Practicing my vocals and becoming the next "Kelly Clarkson" by being spotted on Americal Idol (oh yeah)

3) Becoming a big time lawyer (how much more schoool???)

4) Becoming a free-lance writer (umm.. I already have writers block)

5)PR (flooded marketplace?)

6)Opening my own restaurant- since I've been in the industry 4 years now! (I hate my job)

7)Getting a degree in nutrition (bio what?)

8)Becoming a personal trainer(how do you even DO this?)

9)Graphic design/website design

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Anyway- Today is July 8th and my neighbors are still blowing off fireworks, which are causing my dogs to walk around with their tales between their legs.

I quite my job and have yet to "man-up" and get a new one. Yawn.

I'm reading Jen Lancasters second book (I've already read the first and third) I love her and want to watch Americas Next Top Model with her and talk about how much prettier we are than those girls, not to mention smarter than most.

I need to find a hobby. Immediately. Or I may start not only writing to myself, but talking to myself, and possibly answering to myself.