This week, I have eased off a bit on reading about the dumpster fire that some call “the new normal“. I find myself getting deeply enraged about what I read and see, and can recognise that it is not a healthy place to be (the gym is a much better place). It doesn’t help that I have been watching martial arts movies night after night, which ignites further my desire to kick butt. Van Madame Mode Activated.
However, instead of instigating violence at my local Vax Vax Klan center, I have booked a trip to the Isle of Wight with a friend for our upcoming birthdays, and this really lifted my mood faster than a brow lift : close to a week by the sea, in great company and in a fabulous hotel with a whatsapp butler?! Yes Ma’am!!
I miss travelling massively and I think it plays a significant part in the lethargy I am experiencing lately. That, and the huge bowl of pasta bake I have inhaled for lunch. Mmmm carrrrbs …
To counteract that, I am planning to re-upload all of my old travelling posts onto this current blog. I am really glad that I saved all my previous international ramblings as I realise these memories are truly to cherish.
I am still slowly but surely going through my weight loss journey – and honestly it is hard work. But in the end, it is worth it and I have been sleeping so much better after my outings at the gym. Health is taking care of one’s body, and there is nothing wrong with wanting to change it – I really despair when I see some of the cringe shit the fat activist movement spouts online : actually ensuring your arteries aren’t clogged IS loving your body … and so is NOT wanting to breathe in your own CO2. *i had to*
Personal responsibility is a thing – and no amount of e-begging on social media will ever change that. I cannot wait for the day when real, dedicated hard work becomes fancy again, because I really cannot stand the entitlement social media is bringing to the table these days.
“If you were born without wings, do nothing to prevent them from growing” – Coco Chanel