08 12 / 2013
are incredibly quick to criticize before asking Why. Instead of “Man, don’t ever borrow money from him, he’s wild adamant about getting his money back” ask “Why is he so adamant about getting his money back so soon? What happened in his life that made him act like this?” While borrowing money is a basic example, I feel like this way of thinking would make us a much more understanding species.
07 12 / 2013
"Came a long way from a boat and an auction
Now we got names and a vote,
and a coffin"
07 12 / 2013
Which is kinda insane to me. Now by no means am I dramatically overweight. Not at all. I’m a 6’ 1, devilishly handsome, milk chocolate, 21 year old Jamerican male (check, the confidence is still on Kanye levels). However I started college at 210ish and was bigger than I desired to be. Back then bigger was muscular, and since I was no longer playing sports I decided to go on strike to get smaller. Which I did. But much to my dismay, this practice of boycotting the gym lasted much longer than I originally intended. Smaller has become bigger, and bigger now means fatter. The strange thing is though, that looking back I never thought to step on a scale myself, purely because of the compliments I’d get when I go back home. “You look so great.” “You’ve really slimmed down” etc, etc. This constant reassurance tipped me over the line of confident and into cocky and as such, I stand here now, unhappy with my naked image (and I walk around naked all the time so this image is basically my everyday image). Even more so then physically healthy, I’ve begun to feel a slump in my mental health as well. They say if you look good, you feel good. So it’s time to work again.
As such I’m putting myself through my own bootcamp. Going to the gym twice a day, running one mile more everyday. So far so good. Goal is to lose 5 pounds by Thursday (more than do-able), another 10 by February, and then better than before by March. Giving myself wide intervals so the goal gets done. If I set them too small I’ll gust stop and play GTA V all day.
While I do appreciate the honesty of my friends and semi-close acquaintances, I am more appreciative of the comments that I receive from my Jamaican family, because, unlike the broader world, there is no filter/sensitivity hub when it comes their observations of physical prowess (or lack thereof). But no one is worse than my father, who I’ll be seeing in 2 weeks. And there is no way I’m going to give him the pleasure of talking shit during Christmas. At the least, my stomach will be right by then.
To many people out there on the internets, this may seem as overreactive, but luckily I made this blog for me, so ya can go kick rocks.
Luckily this also means more texts posts from me in order to express my thoughts, so that should be entertaining at the least. Much love to all the new followers as well.. Once again Idk how you all keep finding me, but good stuff folk. Welcome.
06 12 / 2013
03 12 / 2013