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[ajshealingheart]

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[tinymin]

Hooray for boobies! (And for a new page in my life)

Ok, today it starts. My goal is to weigh 54 kilos by the time school starts again in september and by then I should be able to run 5 km without stopping and do 5 pushups. I have decided to quit refined sugar and wheat altogether, having experimented with them for the past weeks I can see that I can’t use them with moderation so it’s best to give them up.

I have already added some workouts to my regular schedule, especially I love yoga. I started a 31-day yoga challenge two days ago and on top of that my plan is for the next month to go to gym once a week and swim at least 0,5 km once a week too. If I have extra energy and if the weather is ok walks are nice too.

Weight today: 60.5 kg

Mood today: hopeful

Song of the day: SAARA - Superpowers

[healthiernurse-blog]

December Goals

- Do at least 15 minutes of yoga a day

- Drink at least 2 litres of water a day

- Limit of four cheat days across the holiday season

- Lose minimum of half a stone

- Start buying equipment for home gym and setting up

- Keep accurate food diary

- Exercise at least four times a week for 1 hour 

- Remember to relax

- Have more strict daily routine/be organised

[bigyankarki]

For the past few days, a boy has been haunting me in my dream. His cries are deafening. His weepings are clamorous. Even his silent mourning inflicted excruciating pain deep down my body parts I doubt even exist. My brother told me the other night I writhed, all my body was drenched due to perspiration, and I murmured words he found extremely hard to decipher. I have often found myself waking up at midnight pleading for air of freedom, begging to let go this perplexedly strangling thoughts. My lips would have gone pale, and the water would bring no relief to my wounded mind. Days went by but the nights were fraught with inscrutable fears. Bed, which I once considered my haven, was no more cozy. Then one night, we made a deal. I would give him a new place to live on, and a comfy space where his cries would be echoed but only be heard by those who would dare to turn the pages. In return, he would emancipate me. That night, breathing in the aromas of coffee, listening to the music of tapering raindrops on the window and rustling leaves of the tree proudly standing outside in my parched garden, I weaved his words in my notebook with a pen that weigh too heavy to be moved and held within fingers. Outside, leaves snapped free from the tree. Just like that tree, I was relieved to let go what clung for so long. For the first time I experienced weightlessness. As I scratched, I soared high defying the gravity.