War (noun)
1. a conflict carried on by force of arms, as between nations or between parties within a nation;
2. a state or period of armed hostility or active military operations
3. a contest carried on by force of arms, as in a series of battles or campaigns
4. active hostility or contention; conflict; contest: a war of words.
5. aggressive business conflict
6. a struggle
7. armed fighting, as a science, profession, activity, or art; methods or principles of waging armed conflict: War is the soldier's business.
8. card game nonsense
9. Archaic . a battle.
Battle (noun)
1. a hostile encounter or engagement between opposing forces
2. participation in hostile encounters or engagements
3. a fight between two persons or animals: ordering a trial by battle to settle the dispute.
4. any conflict or struggle: a battle for control.
verb (used without object)
6. to engage in battle: ready to battle with the enemy.
7. to work very hard or struggle; strive: to battle for freedom.
RAISE YOUR HAND IF YOU FEEL ME.
On 1/18/11 - I wrote my Declaration of Independence.
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My opposing forces apparently rejected this declaration, so now I have moved on to carry out the threats I posed in case of such opposition. In other words, darling, THIS MEANS WAR.
Yes, my heart, filled with passion and fury.. has now declared war on the trivial bullsht that my body and brain have been wreaking in the civil war tearing my country apart.
My ORIGINAL Declarations stand as thus:
I swear by the hairs on my chinny chin chin that I oft try to tweeze before anyone sees them, that no part of my old mentality will separate me from where it is possible for me to go. (somewhere sexy)
As of yet, I have not allowed this to stop me, if anything - when I can't beat it I go around it. It hurts, it leaves scars, there are casualties- on both sides. We continue onward.
I swear by the stench of my grungiest gym socks, I will do what I KNOW will work to make that scale go down, to claim victory in more than just the numbers.
I hold to this truth no matter how much physical pain those last 3 reps put me through. I will grunt and scream and cry if necessary- but I will do what needs to be done. With or without the help of my brain and/or body.
I swear by the comforting grip on my 10 lb weights, that I will NOT cheat. I will not waste time trying to find a quick fix, a magic pill or a genie who grants wishes. I will do the work, I will sweat, bleed, drink 8 glasses of water a day and cry so that when I get where I am going, I will never turn back.
I have still not yet retreated. I may not have advanced beyond the current front line.. but at no point did that white flag sow its face above the trenches.
I swear by the panoramic picture taker on my phone, that I will get up in the morning, eat something healthy and make the decision to be in control of my own freakin life. I will decide to make good decisions and I will not cave to pressure that only exists in my mind.
My brain may think he calls the shots, and I can go no where without my body... but without my heartbeat on my side- both will perish. I will no longer be ripped in two by my inner battles, the war waging inside bmust be put to a stop. A nation divded will fall. This is unacceptable.
I swear by my newest playlist of fun cardio tunes, that I will make a difference in my body, that I will cut myself loose from the bonds of laziness, stupidity and apathy before they drag me crying into the murk and muck of despair and defeat.
WORD!
I swear by my smaller waistline, I will not pretend that a plateful is a serving. I won't use boredom as an excuse to eat. I wont be a mindless face shoveler because Im an intelligent strong woman on a mission. I won't put my body through the equivalent of filling a gas tank with sugar. I will give myself fuel.
WORD!
I swear by the Christmas pictures I will take this year, I will not make deals with the lil devil in my head. I will not be a masochist that sabotages herself for the fuhk of it. I will not do nothing just because I am not everything.
ANYMORE!
I swear by Robot Chicken, if I can only do 15 minutes of exercise in a day- then I will do 15 minutes of exercise that day.
I swear that if I can only do 20 minutes of exercise in a day- I WILL DO 30!
I swear by the woman I will be next year, that I will look back and thank the girl I am now- thank her for getting up, getting her sweat on, and not standing in her own way.
Because a battle is not won through hiding and cowering in dark places. Its waged publicly, with force and pride and everything that proves that you feel deeply the reasons for your fight. Not with a whimper and a please, but with growls and shouts and fists and fire.
Failure due to my own fault and my own laziness is NOT something I can continue to live with. Other things are forgiveable, but refusing to evolve is not.
Refusing to evolve, and choosng to remain stagnant in an unhealthy place, is not forgiveable.
The Navy has arrived, baby, riding in on a crimson tide of the only substance that connects my brain to my body- the life force in me, my blood.
I've done the sweat and the tears.
Its time for blood.
Im taking no prisoners.
Im taking no chances.
Im taking no excuses,
Im taking no shortcuts.
Im taking no bullsht.
Im taking no more.
Im taking over.
"I dont care" used to be a phrase I used to get away with things like- eating 3 fudge rounds and 3 servings of pork lo mein and a 32 oz Arizona Peach tea. Now it has a new meaning.
We're going to be an hour late to the gym. I dont care.
We wont get home til almost midnight. I dont care.
Its raining. I dont care.
Im on my period. I dont care.
None of my cute workout clohes are clean. I dont care.
The scale didnt move this week. I dont care.
I gained a couple pounds back. I dont care.
This isnt making a difference. I dont care.
There are no machines open. I dont care.
I dont have the money to get to the gym. I dont care.
I dont want to. I dont care.
Im doing it anyway.
Average has NEVER been good enough for me.
And I LOVE proving myself capable, as well as excellent!
^ and this chick (fitspoholic.tumblr.com) keeps showing up... and when I see her randomly, my heart skips a beat because she has come to represent something deep in my heart- a vision of the future- and I dont care if that is vain or lofty... we all need something unreachable to strive for, so that even if we miss, we will land farther than we expected to.
Last night Jen and I wnt back to the gym and owned it this time.
We walked in, stretched handled business, got stinky sweaty and went back home. Big deal.
How about we got lost on the way there, were an hour late, got lost on the way home- planned on being home by 10pm and got home at 11:15? How about that we had to add 12 flights of stairs and a half mile walk in the rain AFTER we had already reduced ourselves to noodles in the weight room? How about doing it when you are already suffering serious Doms for the first time in 3 or 4 months?
Thats war, my friends.
High Five Jen.
I burned over 800 cals yesterday just in dedicated exercise time. And that wasn't my brain. And that wasn't my body.
That was all heart.
I came home.
Amped up.
Actually spent a few minutes with my roommates for the first time since before CHRISTMAS, ordered some rice and steamed veggies from the chinese place, ate, drank another bottle of water, turned on some rock music and laid in bed, reading Women's Health from cover to cover until I was un-amped enough to pass out.
AND I remembered to oil up my skin, paint my nails and put a homemade treatment mask in my hair.
Victory.
My goals for this weekend are as follows:
Tonight Jen and I are going back to the gym and Im going to work on calves, abs and cardio. We are also going to Target to ge her a gym bag, and Patmark to get food for Mardi Gras o Tuesday. (Did I mention the Mardi Gras party Tuesday?)
Saturday we are going to walk to the Verrazano (and Im going to do a few full wingspan sprints) then we are going to take inspiring fitspo pics of ourselves in front of the bridge.
Sunday is our active rest day- running errands (about 3 miles walking) nd then heading to the gym for a tan session, a half hour massage and then dinner.
^ my sexy breakfast this morning.
OMG MY MUSCLES HURT SO GOOD.
battle wounds.
to match my battle scars.