Anyone out there? Anyone listening??
If you are/if you’ve been anxiously waiting while I create a new post for you, I’m so sorry that it’s taken me four whole years. What the actual fuck?
Well for one thing…I’ve gone to college! Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know that was my excuse last time. But like, I’ve actually almost gone all the way through college. I posted my last post the first week of my freshman year. I’m currently in the middle of my last semester as an undergraduate student. That feels actually insane. Since then, it seems like I’ve created a completely new life. I’ve met a guy, brand new friends, started a new job (and a whole bunch of second jobs), and have been trying to construct some sort of normalcy throughout it all.
Recently, I’ve been really unhappy. I can’t quite place my finger on it, but I’ve just been really…bored with my life. I feel like I’m stuck in a rut. I feel frustrated all the time. I feel like my life is stale and I’m choking on its soul sucking dust every time I wake up. Sorry for the Donnie Darko-esque quotes; I’ve just been kind of bummed.
So I wanted to (re)start this blog to document my transition out of college and into a whole other ball of goods. I wanted to document my happiness (and sometimes heartache) so I can start to see the good again in life. And most importantly, I wanted to continue to share my experiences with the world in a way that makes me feel accountable for my own decisions and therefore just a little bit more in control.
This is Catherine 2.0, the 2016 model. I hope you can enjoy.
Uh. Uh. What? Read those last three sentences with a rap beat behind them; it’ll make more sense. HELLO WORLD! Once again, I am here writing to myself! Yay!!! God love me, I’m so narcissistic. Where were we? Right. Workouts. Okay. Real talk. I used to be really in shape. Like really in shape. Like really in shape. I used to be on the track team and run the 400 m and dance a billion times a week and I ate well and life was awesome and I was 15. But now I’m 18 and I’m a lazy fat ass. Which is sad because I’m young so I should run while I still have legs and a good heart and I can be a lazy fat ass when I’m DEAD.
So here’s what I’ve been doing recently to kind of get in shape without taking my lazy ass to the gym. First, I went on Pinterest and searched fitness. Then I saved a bunch of picture workouts and inspirational pictures and quotes and shit to my computer. Now, every morning, I wake up and I scroll through the pictures and quotes to get pump up, listen to some awful but fun workout music, then I just choose three workouts and do them. And it’s great. Here are the three workouts I’ve been doing recently!
So yeah! That’s what I do! These will make you surprisingly sore afterwards. Also, I thinks that these are geared more towards women, but I don’t see why a guy couldn’t do these . I mean, what guy wouldn’t want a “Mali-booty”? Also, full disclosure, I’m super happy with my body. I fucking love it. I think she’s great. Here names Vivianne. We get along really well. I’m working her out because I love her and I want her to stay healthy 🙂
Woot! Work out. Yeah.
Oh, the second photo is from toneitup.com !
Imma be real. This blog is mostly for me. How you stumbled upon this page I will never know. But I’m glad you did! Come on in! Make yourself feel at home. You don’t have to take your shoes off…oh no, you can if you want to I’m just saying that you don’t have to. Well…do you want something to drink? No? Okay. Anyway, like I was saying, this is kind of my personal way of keeping myself on track. I want to make sure that I go to college armed with knowledge of how to take care of myself. I also don’t want to be so gross. Like, I identify with foul bachelor frog way more than is healthy.
This is me. On a good day.
Right. So basically I’m taking the idea that I need to shape up aspects of my life represented by different body parts. Oh my god, that sounds so Ann Arbor, MI. But hear me out! Like, my head represents mental health; my face represents beauty; my chest represents fashion (Because… I don’t know. Fuck you, that’s why.); my stomach represents diet; my hands represent hygiene (yes, I am having a category for this); My legs represent exercise and general health; and my feet represent home and household cleanliness. I’ll probably have random posts about my life and things that I like and whatever, because once again this is my blog and while I’m glad you’re here you are a guest. Are you sure you don’t want anything? I can make you a sandwich? No, sorry, we don’t have Nutella. Well I don’t buy groceries for you, I buy them for me. Shut up fat-ass! Sorry, I took that too far. Also, fuck academic writing style, I write how I want. A lot of punctuation. And short sentences. That are disjointed. And random long ones because I don’t really know where to stop the sentence and I’m not about to go back again and edit these posts that no one is going to read except for me.
Anyway, that’s my blog and I hope you like it! But not too much. As a friend.