#am crew

[canestrello]

I’m so in love with him.

He loves the sport so much.

[kippentrash]

ONE MORE TIME BEFORE THE FINALE DROPS

I want to say thank you once again.

Thank you to the amazing cast and crew who brought Andi Mack to life. You all made such a beautiful and real show bring brightness to so many people, and even more made both Disney and TV history. Not only that, you all made the show so much more lovely by being such kind and amazing individuals on top of bring such an incredible story to life. I’m forever grateful for everyone who worked so hard on the show to make it possible.

Thank you to all my friends and fellow fans of Andi Mack who made loving the show even more fun than it would be loving it alone. Not only was it the first time I was actively part of a fandom, it was amazing being able to see a community of people who loved and saw the same greatness in the same show I did. Being able to share the love of such a beautiful show with so many beautiful people made my experience with the show go from great to amazing. So thank you all.

And thank you to Andi Mack itself. Thank you for all the mackisms, thank you for introducing me to so many amazing actors and actresses and crew members and writers and friends and fellow fans, thank you for the reminder that there are people like me who want to be seen and represented and for representing those who aren’t like me who too deserve to be represented. Thank you for bringing to the small screen such a real part of life in such a fun and exciting way. Thank you for introducing me to characters I fell in love with and will remember all my life. Thank you for all the laughs, screams, and tears you brought me. Thank you for all the amazing moments, both little and big.

Thank you Andi Mack and all those involved.

Thank you for everything.

[karmaversuslife]

Lez be honest

Right now, at this precise moment, there are people quitting.

(Interrupting Side-tracked scene-killing moment: I feel like today’s blog is going to filled with numerous pregnant pauses and excessive commas may happen, albeit incorrectly, viewer discretion is advised)

Ahem.

Right now, at this precise moment, there are people quitting.

People with New Years resolutions - pffft resolutions shmezolutions.

People who have been doing this awhile - but pizza is delicious!

People who have been doing this a long time - lez be honest, you’ll get back to it but in case you need that push, “get out of your own head. Get up and just go. You’ll feel better”.

The thing is… people quit all the time and there’s a motivational poster somewhere stating “quitting is easy! Working is hard.” But the truth is that both are very hard in very different ways.

Working for it is hard. It’s very hard. But it’s rewarding. It’s a kind of hard that hands out shiny golden tickets that say " I earned this” that you can cash in at the prize counter for that crazy new muscle you didn’t know you had (or really for whatever you like.) the harder you work the bigger the prize.

But quitting is hard too. Quitting is hard on you, I know it’s hard on me. It’s reward is sluggishness and tiredness. You can try to cash in that ticket you found on the floor or maybe you had one stashed in a closet somewhere with your old runners but the guy behind the counter knows the truth. “Sorry pal” he says “this ticket will only get you stuff from this wall.” And hanging on the wall is defeat. Self depreciation. The never ending book on tape that just repeats an argument with your self conscience. “But hey!” He says “on a positive note, here’s an empty promise to start tomorrow. It’s on the house.” And you take it and swear to all things sweaty you will start tomorrow.

They are two very different kinds of hard.

Don’t. Quit.

If you were looking for a sign. This is it.

DON’T. QUIT.

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So what inspired this punctuation-flooded tirade about never giving up? Me. Wanting to give up. And I know if I want to give up there is somebody out there who is also thinking about giving up.

This morning I didn’t want to get out of bed. I wanted to stay where it was warm. I even turned off my alarm. Tomorrow I’ll go. My hips are sore and I feel like all my muscles ache. I’ll go tomorrow. My leg is literally taped from toe to ass and I feel like I’m being held together by KT. Tomorrow.

Finally I got out of bed. Dragged myself through my morning routine, stepped on the scale (yes, the same scale I have sworn to throw away and never look at again) and the number is the same number that has been on that scale for nearly a whole damned year. F*** it. I’ll go tomorrow.

.

.

.

The thing is, going back to bed wasn’t going to help. It wasn’t going to help anything. It wasn’t going to help me feel better, it wasn’t going to move that number on the “obviously broken” scale. It wasn’t going to magically make my leg stronger. It was going to help me get an extra 45 minutes of restless sleep.

Not worth it.

So instead I gave myself permission to go slow. I told myself “just get there. You can walk it if you want.” Getting there was a step. Taking it slow was still moving faster than I was moving in my bed.

ITS OK TO GO SLOW!!

And here I am. Sore. Tired. Sweaty. Feeling strong and confident. With a shiny gold ticket I can take to the counter. “Excuse me sir” I say “can I please cash this in for some endorphins and that little jar of feel-much-better!” “Sure” he says. “And hey… great job today! I’m proud of you.” He says. “Here’s a giant high five. That ones on the house. We’ll see you again tomorrow. Between you and me, I hear metabolism and great health benefits Will be on sale!”

DON’T. QUIT

Ps. Eat the pizza. It’s delicious. Pps. NSV: the gym was full this morning. All men. And guess what, this badass wasn’t intimidated AT ALL. I even high fived a guy for his workout. Bam! Power move - me!

[karlstad]

pook [second gen]

[karmaversuslife]

Does anybody else feel like a total badass when they go to the gym with an injury? No matter how slow I go I always feel like "fuck you! STILL couldn't stop me!"

[karmaversuslife]

Went to bed not-sore. Woke up sore. Pushed through it. Current status: kind of sore. We'll reconvene in 12 hours for a decidedly less positive status update. #thisisgonnahurt

[karmaversuslife]

Injury recovery can kiss my arse.

Leg day #1. My leg was NOT impressed. It also seemed to have forgotten everything I taught it. Like kids during summer holidays or university students after an all-night cram session. I cycled through squats, body weight, 30lbs*, sumo squats with a kettle bell. My leg was all like "what do I do now? Oh bend? Now what? Get up? You want me to stand back up? What kind of hooha are you trying here girl? That's nearly impossible! You're totally kidding right?" But I pushed through and tried about 15 mins of cardio, stopped and spent the remaining 10 minutes walking. Sigh. I'm struggling with taking my time on this but I feel good about leg day, even if it is half assed. (Get it?! Cuz only half of my body is working properly?! Haha) And I know I'm being hard on my leg but I'm really quite proud of it. Come on hamstring, you totally got this. *how does a person go from 145lb squat to 30 lb. #setting goals I guess. 😫

[karmaversuslife]