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Thoughts: Vegan?

I don’t know if you remember, but I went vegetarian for about 3 months, pescetarian for one, and then jumped back into being an omnivore (with a burger no less). I am someone who constantly changes my thoughts, my life, my diet, my exercise… I always need to be changing things. I seek adventures that don’t involve frat parties or alcohol. #college

I have been researching veganism and I think I want to try it… sometimes. I don’t have enough resources at hand in the dining hall (with my required meal plan) to eat vegan all the time. I would go nuts. Plus, I wouldn’t be able to go out to sushi with friends, or almost anywhere. And if you’ve followed me for any amount of time, you know how much I love sushi.

Thus I’ve come to the conclusion that I will start trying to eat vegan, or vegetarian, when possible. I have read a few places that it’s good to make the transition slowly, to find out if this is really what you want for you. Not for a fad, but for your health and well-being. I’m not ready to give up yogurt, I love yogurt. I’m not ready to give up sushi, I love sushi.

So, I won’t.

I’ll do things at my own pace. I don’t need a label, I don’t need specific rules to guide my life. I shouldn’t have to justify all my decisions to my friends. They should accept that I want to be semi-vegan/vegetarian without claiming I’m a “fake” or a “wanna-be”. (Hopefully my friends wouldn’t say something that harsh to me but you never know.)

This isn’t to say I’m not open to concerns, questions, or anything of that nature. I would prefer, however, the absence of hurtful comments.

Oh silly me.

Thank goodness oats are vegan. I had them this morning for breakfast (:

If I don’t like it, I’ll just stop. No harm done. (: This is college; time for some experimentation and change, non?

Tonight is history here at the University of Michigan! We are having the first night game in the 132 year history of our school. And guess who has a ticket…? (;

It’s very exciting. I’m praying that it doesn’t rain. It’s been so gloomy the past week and that has really been putting a damper on my mood. I’m so strongly connected to the weather. It’s unfortunate since I live in Michigan and it’s gray skies for 1/2 the year.

I wasn’t very into football (okay I was not into football) before coming here, but going to a big 10 university has changed my attitude a bit. Although our football team is not at it’s best, we aren’t awful by any means.

Next weekend I’m going to visit Adam at MSU. I’m looking forward to seeing what his life is like there. Seeing his dorm room, cafeteria, and allowing him to show me around. He can’t wait (it’s cute).

I miss that face ):

I think I am going to spend some time reading In Defense of Food by Michael Pollan. I read The Omnivore’s Dilemma this summer and, although it was quite dense, I loved it. This one is a much quicker read.

I also read French Women Don’t Get Fat. I enjoyed the book overall, but I felt like she was very condescending towards Americans sometimes. I understand that we don’t have a food culture that dates back hundreds and hundreds of years, but it’s not like we specifically chose the way our nation is. Some of her quips were a bit offensive. “You’ll never find a French woman on the stairmaster for hours working off a meal.” I’m sure French women still suffer from food guilt. There are eating disorders everywhere, not just in America. French woman choose to go about it in different ways. I loved the helpful tips and tricks… I simply felt that sometimes she pushed the “Americans have no culture and don’t know proper eating habits” too far.

She stated that we don’t eat the same way our grand-parents did. No we do not, because some of our grand-parents grew up in the great depression. With all the dramatic shifts that have happened over the last century, it’s no wonder that a dramatic shift has occurred in eating and food as well. France doesn’t have as large of a population as the USA, and suffers from different economic problems and policies than we do. It’s appropriate to draw some comparisons and conclusions, but cultures cannot simply be lumped in “Americans do this and that’s bad. French women do this and it’s good.”

Based off the title, you don’t read the book expecting a lot of science behind it. It’s mostly lifestyle tips and advice. If that’s what you are looking for, I would recommend it. As someone who has some experience with French culture through my education in the language, a lot of what she says makes good sense… just not all of it.

Namaste<3

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Problems & Puppies

I really don’t know how you all do it. How you manage to live life, blog, try new things, eat right, and basically just stay sane.

It’s so hard! I can’t balance everything at once. Maybe that’s my problem is that I think I can’t..?

I went to college, fell off the sane train, and now I’m sitting in the middle of the floor wondering what it all means.

SIDE NOTE: 11:11 make a wish.

I mean, I am really blessed. I see that. I have friends and family and a house and I can go to college and all that jazz.

But… I just want something more. I always feel like something is… missing.

Maybe I’m an adventurous type and I just need new things to keep me occupied… or maybe I’m just depressed because I have to leave my new babies (puppies!) to go to work & class tomorrow 😦 -so much sad face-

I’ll have pictures & videos for you on Friday. I’m too damn tired tonight to do much of anything besides ramble and tomorrow I’m going to samm’s after work. That’s a bright side at least.

Do any of you guys get incredibly pessimistic at night? I find that past 10:30 I get pretty upset about just about everything.

I think it’s time for me to sleep.

Namaste.

P.S. I hate when I make a tag, then make the same tag only with an s on it. Oh silly.

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Mouthful Monday

I’m upset.

Irritated.

Ready to throw stuff.

[you see, I get like this sometimes.]

So I have a mouthful to say. And I’m going to say it. Right here. Right now.

I woke up early this morning feeling great. It was sunny out, I managed to pull myself together to do a jillian workout, and I didn’t puke (but boy I sure felt like it).

I spent an extra 2o minutes shaving my legs because Adam was coming over. Then I spent forever getting my hair just right (heck yeah ballet bun), dressing up in a skirt and cute sandals for work, and spritzing on my best perfume.

Made a smoothie for the road and flew out the house. I was a cute little flurry of blonde and bright colors.

I get to work only to receive a text that Adam wanted to play frisbee tonight with my friends in town rather than come over to see me. You see, he was not at work yet and decided to blow me off via text. Lovely.

Being the passive aggressive person that I sometimes am, I simply sent a “that’s fine.” text (which always implies that it is definitely not fine) and began teaching people math.

My least favorite subject came in today and I had to help him from 1:30-4:00. I just about died. I couldn’t even think straight.

It’s so hard not to simply grab the pencil and do the math for them. It takes a lot of willpower.

Also, he doesn’t write half his work down. Heck, he doesn’t even write the entire beginning problem. Talk about frustrating.

By the time 4 o’ clock came ’round, I was read to scream and yank my bun of hair right off. Instead, I shook my tutee’s hand, signed out, and left. I. Could. Not. Take. Any. More.

My day had instantly gone down the crapper in a measly four hours. URGH.

Per the request of my mother, I stopped at Meijer (it’s like a target/wal-mart… it’s a Michigan thing) and picked up various items including a puppy notebook. We are going to journal about the puppies so that we can learn their habits & when they like to go to the bathroom and such (:

Which brings us to this point. The point where I couldn’t even focus on bio because I had a rant occupying my thoughts. Did I mention Adam was supposed to help me study for my biology test tomorrow? Oh yeah, and I missed 2 out of the 3 days of lecture for this test because I was camping.

Again, lovely.

I checked my email about 2o minutes ago to find that frisbee was cancelled. So whether Adam comes over or not to face my possibly-hormone-induced rage is still up in the air.

I hope you are all having a better Monday than I am.

Puppy countdown: 24 hours.

At least they will never abandon me via text.

Namaste.

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Sorry

I’m sorry that I haven’t been posting as much these past few days; I’ve been a very busy girl. I have wonderful family zoo photos to show you tomorrow and fun weekend things to talk about. I promise!

I feel like we all expect our lives to be sunshine and rainbows. I wait for when I’m truly happy; it means everything is going to be okay and I’m going to feel okay again.

I recognize that everyone has bad days. Today I ate too much pizza, cake, and cookies. I feel sick inside and out. I don’t know why I eat this way. I didn’t need the second helping of pizza, or the big second slice of cake, or the second cookie. I could have easily felt much better physically and mentally had I just indulged a little. I wouldn’t deny myself, only I wouldn’t eat myself sick either. It’s quite a challenge to achieve. Any of you have encountered binging at one point or another I’m sure. If not, good for you, don’t do it. It sucks.

I had a small fight with my boyfriend including me having a breakdown. I feel like I’m losing my mind here you guys. It must be my time of the month soon or something because I can’t take anything right now.

This is really just an honest post. If you want encouragement, I will encourage you on your blog. This blog is my space. It’s my mind. Right now, my mind is a mess. I am upset with people, I miss the way things used to be, and I’m wondering when exactly I made the decision to view the world the way in the pessimistic way I do now.

I am definitely better than a few months ago. I know I have to focus on my improvement; however it’s just so difficult when nobody actually knows what’s going on and even the people who do don’t make me feel less lonely.

I always get this way at night; it’s why I blog during the day. I need my sleep to have my sanity.

I’m not looking for a pity party by any means. This is my life and what I’m going through. I’m still in that awkward stage of figuring out where the heck I belong in this black and white world when I’m all shades of grey.

Namaste.

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