Now lets just jump right in and get down to some blog-ish business right away...
I'm kinda bored -- no I am not, I work FULL time in this beautiful, magical place called the fitness industry. This little ecosystem that I live and work in is an amazing little fish bowl that I have had the privilege to exist in for alllllmost a decade.
I am a semi fitness enthusiast / ex competitor and ex wanna be fitness model... In recovery.
My journey has lead me to this point where I am trying to fix the wires that are somewhat still crossed in my head... You see, my hobby (fitness) had jumped from being a "hobby" To being my entire life and "my life" had slowly faded into the background.
They say it takes 2 weeks to form a habit and boy did I form one.
Before thinking that this is going to be some dark fitness lifestyle bashing situation STOP...
My plan is to share some INCREDIBLY funny stories that I have experienced over the years. I am going to get down and share with you my struggles of being a professional exerciser , my kooky behavior, people I have came across, and my life in general... I swear it's some funny shit.
I am a sensitive, hot headed, selfish egotistical maniac (that struggles with my choices daily) , the fear of putting some of my faults and struggles down on paper is huge! -- so it needs to be done!
It intrigues me ( and hopefully you ) how something as simple as Going to the gym and being on a diet could effect ones life and the paths they choose to take... From simple issues to serious ones.
Some of you will laugh... Some will cry... Some will find what I say incredibly offensive... Some will relate to me ...Some definitely won't.
So ... Relate, agree, disagree, tell me to go fuck myself or not... There will be rules to following this train wreck and some disclaimers to take note of ;
1- #nofucks will be given
This is the golden rule and will be referred to from time to time as the response to "concerns or comments" . I will not care who you are , what have you done... You shall be wasting your breath emailing me or writing me long paragraphs complaining.
Look at it like a greeting card that you get in the mail and can't respond to. You open it and see that it says " happy birthday" or " get well soon "... You will appreciate the gesture but saying to the card "thank you" or " what!? it's not my birthday" or " I'm not sick bitch" won't evoke any kind of response. Throw the card away or save it in your memory box? That's your choice but I don't give a shit and don't wanna hear about it - good or bad.
2- I'm part Asian. This doesn't mean I'm good at math, spell or have good grammar ( I will write as I hear it in my head so #nofucks #rule1) Also, fortune cookie wisdom and YODAisms will not be found here and will not be a highlight of this blog ...
*but I am a woman and Asian therefor, I am a HORRIBLE driver
3- Most of my friends are equally as fabulous as I am , if not more, so their opinions and shit will be included... Ones that I will refer to will give #nofucks also
4- I say bad words... ALL OF THEM.
5- I am not a role model in anyway shape or form.
6- I do not have recipes for ANYTHING HEALTHY.
7- ALL my pictures are photoshopped and probably inappropriate.
* My pictures might also include ( and/or ... Not limited to having...) fake lashes, hair, tan
8- I am shallow
9- Listen to Oprah
10- I like chocolate
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