#i drank a gallon of water for a week

[starrynightsforever]

When I went home for winter break/Christmas, my mom sent me back a shit ton of her frozen casseroles. This was so so very kind of her and I’m so so very grateful for that, but a solid month of my mother’s cooking has destroyed my carefully and intentionally curated spice tolerance. I treated myself to my favorite takeout tonight (spicy beef noodle with a side of house special chili oil sauce) and got my shit ROCKED lmaooooooo.

[nightbeforethend]

~11:39pm

warning(s): mentions of being high and the side effects of being high, a suggestive line or two if you squint

In hindsight, expecting Wooyoung to follow instructions was your first mistake.

At least that’s what Hongjoong said when you called him, desperate for advice.

“Just be there for him until he comes down from the high,” Hongjoong said, his voice muffled by the sounds of the party he’d stepped out of to take your call. You waited, hoping he’d have more to offer than just that.

“Joong, he thought he was sinking into the mattress for half an hour, and now he’s freaking out because he has a case of cottonmouth that’s— in his words—‘so extreme he can’t breathe.’ What do I do?”

“Give him a gallon of water and some cuddles or something. He’ll be knocked out in no time,” he replied, unfiltered as always. “Listen, my set’s starting soon, so I have to go. If he gets worse, take him to the hospital or something. He’s got good insurance.”

With that, the call ended, leaving you just as helpless as before. You knew that later on, when both of you were much less high, you’d realize everything had been perfectly fine. Sure, Wooyoung had taken twenty milligrams for his first high instead of the five he’d been told to take, which was a bit much, but he’d be okay by morning. Right now though, in your current state of mild panic, it felt like him experiencing one more side effect would send you spiraling.

“Baby?”

You turned towards the balcony door to see Wooyoung peeking out, a small frown on his face as he shuffled over to you.

“What happened to our cuddle session?” he asked, throwing his arms around you and lifting you just enough to carry you back inside. “I waited for an hour, and you weren’t back. I was starting to get worried.”

“First of all, it’s only been ten minutes at most,” you corrected, wriggling free from his arms once you reached your bedroom. “Second, when I tried to cuddle you, you thought our combined weights would make us sink into the mattress faster.”

“Oh… Wait, I’m the one who stopped the cuddle session? That doesn’t even sound right, so I kinda have to assume you’re lying.”

“I’m not—”

You caught yourself, deciding there was no use. Wooyoung was too stubborn while sober to admit he’d ever stop any affection with you—better yet while high and you were picking and choosing your battles tonight.

“Yeah, you’re right. That does sound crazy, Woo,” you replied, watching him as he made his way over to your vanity.

“By the way,” he started, motioning for you to join him, “I drank the rest of the bottled water in your stash under the bed. But more importantly, I was looking at your makeup.”

“That water was supposed to last me until next week—”

“Again, more importantly, I was looking at your makeup and thought it would be fun if you did my makeup.”

You opened your mouth to speak, then shut it again, taken aback by his request. It wasn’t surprising he wanted to look pretty no matter his state of mind, but still, it was random considering the last thing he’d said before you went outside to call his best friend was how he didn’t feel real and thought the person running his “simulation” hated him.

“You want me to do your makeup?”

“Yes.”

“At almost midnight?”

“Also yes.”

“Is it because you want your makeup done or because you want to hold me without feeling like you’re sinking into the abyss?”

“Both.”

You sighed, pulling your desk chair over to the vanity and motioning for him to sit down. Even though you were ready to sleep, it was hard to resist the way he looked up at you, his bloodshot eyes still brimming with affection. Wooyoung had this way of looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky, and you could never stay annoyed when he looked at you like that.

“Okay, so what look are we—”

“Aren’t you gonna sit down?” he interrupted, patting his lap as he waited for you to take your usual spot.

“It’d be easier to reach the makeup if I just stand up, Woo. Besides—”

But before you could finish, Wooyoung pulled you down, guiding you to straddle him. His goofy smile grew wider as you rolled your eyes.

“Don’t act like you don’t like being on top of me,” he teased, his hands resting in your hips.

You chuckled, playfully smacking his arm before grabbing a foundation brush. “Behave. Now hold still.”

As you started dabbing foundation onto his face, Wooyoung’s hands moved up to your waist, tracing light, lazy circles that made it nearly impossible to focus. You bit back a smile, hoping he didn’t notice the way your cheeks flushed.

“You’re so gentle,” he murmured, his eyes locked on yours as you blended the foundation. “Feels nice.”

You tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach as you moved to grab the concealer. “Stay still, or I’ll mess up.”

Wooyoung pouted but obliged, though his hands continued their light movements. “It’s hard when you’re so close,” he mumbled, his gaze lingering on your face.

You shook your head, smiling as you started patting the concealer under his eyes. “Yeah, ok pretty boy. Now close your eyes.

He obeyed, his long lashes brushing against his cheeks as he relaxed into your touch. You took your time, perfecting the base as he hummed contentedly, entranced by the feeling of your fingers against his skin.

“Wow, I can already tell I look amazing,” he said, cracking one eye open to see your reaction.

“Patience, diva,” you laughed, reaching for an eyeshadow palette. “Let me work my magic.”

He watched as you carefully selected a soft pink shade and began sweeping it across his eyelids. Every few seconds, Wooyoung would open his eyes a bit to peek at you and every time he’d break into a smile, watching you with a look so full of adoration it made your heart ache.

“You’re so good at this,” he said softly, his voice taking on a rare, serious tone. “It’s like… I don’t know. You make everything feel like art.”

You paused, warmth spreading through you at his unexpected compliment. “You’re making me blush, Woo.”

“Good,” he replied, his thumb tracing small circles on your back. “You should know how amazing you are.”

Trying to keep your composure, you moved on to his eyeliner. His eyes sparkled as you carefully lined them, and you couldn’t help but admire the way the makeup made his already striking features stand out. You brushed a bit of highlighter onto his cheekbones, and he closed his eyes, soaking in the attention like he wasn’t used to it by now. Still though, there was something so nice about being with someone who treated every intimate moment with you as if it were the first.

Once you finished, you leaned back, admiring your work. “There. You’re all done, Woo.”

He glanced in the mirror, his mouth dropping in playful awe. “I look like a whole new person! No… a prettier version of myself. You’re incredible, babe.”

You laughed, brushing back a stray lock of hair from his face. “You’re gorgeous with or without makeup. I just brought out what was already there.”

For a moment, you both stayed silent, just looking at each other. His hands found yours, and he pulled you even closer, his fingers threading through your hair as he let out a soft, contented sigh.

“You know I love you, right?” he murmured, his voice quieter than it had been all night.

Your heart skipped a beat as you leaned forward to give him a quick kiss. “Yeah… I love you too, Woo.”

A soft smile spread across his face, his eyes beginning to droop as the high was just starting to wear off. You felt him growing heavier, his hands resting in your lap as he started to drift off. His head leaned against your shoulder, his breathing evening out as sleep began to take over.

You could’ve moved, or nudged him towards the bed, but instead, you stayed right where you were, feeling the gentle weight of him against you. You watched his face relax as he slipped into sleep, his makeup still perfectly in place, highlighting his beauty even in his unconscious state.

In that moment, with his heartbeat steady against yours, you realized you were falling for him even more. If that was even possible.

On a not so unrelated note, you now had to tell Hongjoong he couldn’t have been more right if he tried.

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[tinyidle]

if ur comfortable only,maybe a in-depth twice piss kink Mel

TWICE Having a P⚠️ss Kink as Doms (in Depth)

ofc my lovely, i didn't forget about you (sorry for the wait)

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WARNING: suggestive smut, title implies everything, degradation, some dacryphillia, dom!twice + sub!nayeon and tzuyu (minus chaeyoung because i don't write for her anymore), sub!reader, idolxfem reader, slight swearing, all fiction

🌿 ୨ ✎ ‧₊ — — — — — — — — — — — — — ₊˚ ˊ˗

Nayeon

you loved to see this woman in tears caused by you. tears that you cause are pleasurable tears, as her eyes turned glossy once you tapped and furiously rubbing her clit repeatedly, her bladder uncontrollably flushing out of her system and onto the once pristine floor. she'd be sobbing inside her head as her cheeks were stained, but at the end of the say she thank you.

"you always make me feel the best"

Jeongyeon

in the bathroom, you begged her that you were simply joking about her forcing you to do one of your more 'humiliating' fetishes. but did she care? of course not. you begged her for days and days up to literal weeks for her to control your bladder like this, and now that she made you wet yourself for the third time in two hours after drinking a gallon of water, you were (sort of) regretting it.

"release again for me, needy"

Momo

when you first told her, she looked at you as if you told her that you hid a body somewhere. but lo and behold, the next day she fucking so hard that your cum turned to squirt, then to legitimate pee. you were freaking out at first but when you saw your girlfriend's almost sadistic excitement, you ere impressed on how you unleashed the best in her.

"mmh, i knew you had it in you; it just took a few rounds"

Sana

she wanted to do it almost immediately, but finding the right place and who would do the pissing would be the problem. after talking more about it together, you both decided to let you do the watching while she does the pissing. it was simple: in the bathroom, when your girlfriend had to pee before going to the shower, she would call you in to watch her through the visible shower glass as she stepped in and let the water droplets trickle down her leg, sighing to herself befoe actually showering.

"i bet this is what you get off of; huh, bunny? filthy girl"

Jihyo

you both are showering, and this mother of al beauty starts making out with you out of nowhere. of course you don't mind it at first, but when she breaks from the make out session to ask if you drank you daily intaje of water today, you freeze because you have. with you nodding slowly, she smirks before fingering you like crazy; determined to make you release unexpectedly or her.

"now, when you have to let go, do not hold back one bit; okay, baby?"

Mina

the way you shivered as she told you to hold back in your bladder as she gave you your fifth spanking of tonight's session. she was determined to make you release, yet you were determined to follow her previous orders of not doing anything unless she says so. just when you were about to break when the seventh strike was delivered directly to your reddened clit, she let up and allowed you to le go.

"make a bit, messy puddle for me, darling"

Dahyun

she made it into a competition: who could piss the most? you both drank the same amount of water, yet somehow she always ended up emptying her bladder more than you. when you tried one day to drink just a milliliter more, she noticed and punished you severely. well, severely to you; fun to her.

"so today you will drink two gallons of water and release five times today. oh you can't? well try, cheater"

Tzuyu

you told her to hold it in, but she sneezed and squirted a little pee. after that, she'd do her best to hold of for you. with each passing 'practice', she got better and better with holding it off until she only pissed on your command (under the right setting, of course). it's now to the point that when you say that you feel thirsty, she will come over with a glass of water for you and a jug of it for her. she was prepared.

"just say the word, im ready at your command"

🌱 :: ︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶₊˚ ɞ

2 months after and i finally have the opportunity to finish this draft. hope you and everyone else liked it!

[ros3ybabe]

Daily Check-in: April 8, 2024 🎀

Monday was a decently good day for me. Me and my boyfriend had to sort out some stuff after arguing Sunday night but everything is good now, work had went amazing, and I got a lot done. I know everyone hates Mondays but I genuinely look forward to them.

🩷 What I Accomplished:

assigned reading quiz for psyc

chemistry homework

chemistry extended lab report (finally got my notebook back)

2 medical terminology lectures

medical terminology flashcards

medical terminology self + timed test

meeting with a financial aid advisor

submitted my application for a 2nd job on campus

prepped myself amazing at work

studied Spanish

made a study plan for chemistry for the rest of the semester

🩷 Good Things That Happened:

got to see my dad for a short bit

work went super good and I finished very quickly

got to zoom call my boyfriend and it went well

started the first episode of Parasyte The Grey on Netflix and in already hooked

got my lab notebook back from my friend

was able to leave my study room early due to lack of stuff to do

have more space in my room now cause my dad took a bunch of stuff I needed to get rid of

drank half a gallon of water total (I never drink that mih even tho realistically I need more water then that daily)

🩷 What Could've Gone Better:

ate too much and didn't eat the healthiest, but that's okay because everyday is a new day and a new chance to make some good choices

could've spent more time the past weeks looking at the stuff for my lab report so I would've gotten more right

got my chem exam back and I don't think I did as well as I hoped, but the professor hasn't posted grades yet so idk

realized I definitely need to study chemistry more then I thought

So, Monday was definitely a good day overall. I was surprised by how well work went and how everything felt but not mad about it at all! I love having good days! Let's hope Tuesdays just as good <3

btw, check out my depop shop if you get the chance, will be uploading more stuff soon!

til next time lovelies 🩷

💕 Song of The Day:

ILLIT -- Magnetic

When I say this song has been on repeat....I mean it's been on REPEAT. such a catchy song, I love the Kpop genre so much <3333

[wispstalk]

Got some wifi so leaving a proper update below the cut with some pics. thanks to everyone who sent messages, I got a little misty when I opened my inbox.

One mutual asked about orgs doing relief in the area and I can vouch for these folks. They do a lot of work for people who get overlooked and are suffering worse than most.

My little city holler was well sheltered from the wind, so our house came through fine with nothing worse than a little seepage in the basement. Even my baby fruit trees survived.

Lots of downed trees and powerlines in the area but most of the houses in my neighborhood are fine. A majestic old oak tree fell at my friend's place and fortunately landed on the road instead of her. Pic of the roots (with a Ray Wispstalk for scale):

Someone told me the water rose about 27 feet so as you can imagine everything is pretty fucked up. This is a pic of the French Broad right after the storm passed:

That's a fucking shipping container floating down the river. I also saw a big ol 500gal brewing tank being carried off-- those things cost about 6k new.

I spent Saturday puttering around the house doing tradwife shit while my partner and his brother went out scavenging lol. He named this creepy ass mannequin "Our Lady of Trash"

They recovered some pieces from the arts district, which is underwater in the pic with the shipping container. BF said he felt a little bad about taking stuff, but I told him that I'd be thrilled to know that any of my pieces survived if I had a studio down there.

Made Disaster Stew over the fire that night and fed a crew of 8 people. It was honestly pretty tasty.

I drank like a monster last night and I'm really hungover and probably need to get a grip. Pouring booze on it isn't a good idea in the long term. But the head brewer at the meadery sent me with a 5-gallon bucket of mead a few weeks ago, so I lugged that shit up to the neighbors' last night and said we all better drink enough to make this easier to carry back lol.

The meadery might be fucked. None of us can get out there. Might be doing Unemployed Insane Shut-In Era 2.0 soon, but I'll live.

All in all, me and mine are safe and intact. I discovered I'm pretty well prepared for disasters. I've been keeping emergency supplies for over a decade, but I've never been put to the test before. I have what I need and enough to share with others who don't. Thanks again to everyone who reached out 🖤

[boldlynoisydeer]

Daily update…

I ate 367 cals (doing a 24hr fast starting from 11am this morning till tmr 11am)

I burned 417 cals

I’m at 12k steps

I did Pilates

I haven’t measured how much water I drank lately tbh at all last week actually but I still lost 3lbs so it’s should be good. The gallon a day was stressing me out fr lol and made me want to give up completely. That and 20k steps so instead of being burned out I’m just going to drink as much as I can and just do 10k steps.

Also Mia is going kinda good cause if I feel too full I just let it out and I feel so much better!

[fiorimaya]

Idea: a angst-y fanfic where Dr. Teeth loses his voice/catches a cold RIGHT BEFORE a show.

Oooo interesting! I'll try it!

The Electric Mayhem had been doing a show almost every single night for weeks. Teeth was driving himself and his friends to the area of their next show which was in southern Los Angeles. However, this show was different. It wasn't like all the rest. A very well known producer was coming from the label he worked with to see whether or not the band would be a good fit, worth being signed.

Floyd had asked him something from his seat behind Teeth, and it was when Teeth responded to him that he felt something weird going on with his throat. He figured maybe he just hadn't drunk enough that day. Further down the highway, he felt his nose getting stuffy. Maybe it's just the AC, he thought. Oh wait... that still hasn't been fixed.

The band got to the venue in plenty of time before the show and decided to go ahead and get set up. Janice suggested rehearsing some of the newer songs they had planned to perform, and the others agreed. When they got to the first chorus of the first song, Teeth felt the soreness starting up in his throat. He had stopped singing for a second and cleared his throat. Floyd and Janice turned to look at him, but continued singing. Teeth tried to jump back in on the vocals but overtime his voice kept getting more and more hoarse.

At that point, Floyd and Janice stopped singing and playing and looked at him, cueing the others to stop as well. Teeth saw all of his friends look at him with concern.

"Why'd you stop? We were almost at my favorite part," Teeth spoke, his voice extremely hoarse at that point.

"Teeth? You feeling alright?" Floyd asked.

Teeth nodded.

"Well, you don't like, sound alright..." Janice said.

"I'm fine. Let's keep going." Teeth insisted.

Janice shook her head quickly. "I think you need to like, totally rest your voice. Especially before this show."

"She's right, Teeth." Floyd put his bass on its stand behind his spot on stage. All the others nodded in agreement.

Teeth looked down at his keyboard and ran his hand over some of the keys. "Fine..."

A couple hours went by. The band had been in the green room waiting for their show time. Teeth had probably drank a gallon of water just trying to fix his voice issues before the venue owner came in to tell them that the venue was nearly full and they could get started.

"Well, let's go like, have a great show!" Janice said, standing up from the couch with Floyd's help.

"Hopefully great enough for that producer to like us," Floyd stated.

Teeth opened his mouth and tried to speak but nothing came out. His eyes widened and his hand went over his mouth as panic filled him. Janice had noticed it and her mouth gaped at him. "Teeth? You like, lost your voice?!"

"What?" Floyd's eyes darted over to him.

Teeth tried to speak again and got the same result.

"NO VOICE! NO VOICE!" Animal yelled.

Zoot was still asleep on the couch.

Lips blabbered something in panic, too fast for the others to understand.

"Like, what are we going to do?!" Janice panicked.

"Well, we can't do a show without Teeth!" Floyd exclaimed.

"No show?" Animal asked sadly.

Teeth looked down at his hands, so many emotions running through him. Anger, disappointment, sadness... his emotions got the best of him, and he stood up and picked up his glass that he had water in before and smashed it on the ground.

"Teeth!" Floyd yelled.

Teeth was going across the room until Lips and Floyd ran and grabbed him, stopping him and calming him down. They got him sat down on the couch again and that was when his anger turned into complete turmoil and anxiety. Teeth had never missed a show, let alone had to cancel one. Performing... his passion. What he had dedicated his entire life to. It was a big deal to him. He knew it wasn't his fault but he couldn't remember the last time he had felt that disappointed in himself. He felt like he was disappointing everyone. His friends, their fans... Not only that, but of all the shows that this could have happened to, it just had to be this one. The one with this very known producer coming to listen to them.

After some time, the venue owner returned to see what the deal was. His irritation did not make Teeth feel any better. The owner took to the stage to inform the audience of the canceled show. Teeth was distressed as tears rolled down his face. The band had never seen him like that before; but then again, nothing like that had ever happened before.

Lots of audience members were also irritated having bought tickets and traveling to the venue only for the show to be cancelled once they got there. One person in the audience who was very understanding, however, was a guy named Erik. And Erik just so happened to be that well known producer that the band hoped to impress.

He explained his reason for attendance to the venue owner once a majority of the audience was gone, and asked if he could go back and talk with the band. Once he had permission, he went to their green room and the band explained that Teeth had some type of sickness that caused him to lose his voice, and that they just could not do a show without him.

Erik felt sympathy and even felt his heartstrings tugging at just how close this band was and how they felt for each other.

"I'll tell you what," Erik started. "Next time you're in town to do a show, just let me know." He handed one of his cards to Floyd who put it securely in his pocket.

Erik left after that. Teeth was still laying against the couch full of sadness. He hadn't been able to catch much of what just happened.

"Teeth," Floyd said, going to him. "It's going to be alright." He patted Teeth's shoulder, causing him to calm his breathing a little and look up at him. Floyd continued to reassure him. "That was Erik, that producer, that just came in here. He's not upset at all and said to give him a holler when we do another show here. It's gonna be just fine."

Teeth sat up and sighed. Well, there was one thing that was bothering him that cleared up. "I didn't mean to let you guys down," he whispered.

"Oh, Teeth. You like, could never let us down," Janice said, sitting beside him.

Lips blabbered something to him.

"Yeah, what Lips said," Floyd agreed. "Things just happen."

Within a few minutes, Teeth had calmed down and smiled a little at his friends. "Thanks," he whispered to them. He was grateful to have such great friends to help him through moments like that.

"We're family, bud," Floyd told him. "That's what we're here for."

[groverarms]

Friend is on week 2 of a cleanse and is miserable. I have one of those fancy scales and it says she's dehydrated though she drank 2 gallons of water yesterday.

1. She had the runs. 2. She's had 0 salt for eight days and 0 carbs for four. 3. She's got diverticulitis. 4. She's a self medicater gone cold turkey. (I'm SO proud of her)

I'm trying to convince her to eat a couple of pickles. I don't know her body and its needs, nor am I educated on the matter, but I went on my first diet at 4, and I've been ED since 12. I know nutrition. And I know most of those cleanse diets are bullshit.

Are any of my mutuals more knowledgeable? Got any advice?

[dollsonmain]

Ha I was going to say I'd mow at 10 but it's already 10:30.

Have a gripe.

So, when I got back from the hospital I started drinking the bottled water. My kidneys were really sick, I had huge stones, we have hard water of dubious clarity that I filter but it still is dubious, so I drank bottled water.

That Guy buys a big pack of bottled water every week, drinks only bottled water, and encourages Son to drink only bottled water.

Bottled Water is Better, according to him.

He did not like me drinking the bottled water. I drink between half and 3/4 a gallon of water per day because I've had kidney stones for years.

He said to me "The bottled water is only for me to take to work, really..." which was a straight up lie. He does that.

One week he bought me ONE gallon of "purified drinking water" that tasted like it came right out of the tap, thinking that would somehow last me a week.

The next time I went to the store I got 3 gallons. That's almost enough for a week if I drink things other than water like coffee made with filtered tap water and canned sparkling water, etc.

The following week, he didn't want to buy the 3 gallons of water that cost $4 total anymore.

So I ordered a $50 replacement filter for my water pitcher and am drinking filtered tap water again. The filter lasts about 60 days, so that's a little less than $1/day of water, which is more than $4/week.

This kind of thing is why I don't feel guilty about him paying my medical bills. That might not really make sense. I can't put it into words in a way that would make sense. It's kind of like he failed to care for and about me for so long and I'm finally getting something out of it.

[geodethecrow]

Funny story about the gallon of vinegar.

When i went back to school after a year off because of covid, I was at that point on the r/hydrohomies subreddit. And because it was still 2021, all of the water fountains at the school (my during-day water source in previous years) were off, and somehow all the water now tasted like sulfur and iron.

So what did I do? I brought in a gallon of my pristine home water every day and drank it. At that time my pants had belt loops so i wore a belt and attached the jug via two carabiners to it. I was living the life.

Only problem was that.. milk jugs are weak. One would last about a week before it started leaking. This was okay, because my family was drinking a lot of milk at the time, but it was annoying.

However, the next year, during band camp iirc, I decided to start using a vinegar jug. We'd had an empty one sitting in our pantry for ages, so i washed it out and it was perfect. No vinegar taste left over.

And the thing about vinegar jugs is that they're strong. This thing lasted all school year. I got so many weird looks. Teachers and principals and kids on the bus asking "OMG ARE YOU DRINKING VINEGAR???" The sticker was in tatters but it was as sturdy as the day i started using it.

Eventually I got a good metal gallon jug that is still my baby, but I was still using the vinegar gallon for when I needed to transport 3 gallons up to drum corps rehearsal weekends (both the rehearsal site and the place i slept had shit water).

But then we did the overnight bus trip to the new jersey show, and the brass caption head (we do love him) had been hating on my vinegar jug all season, and when I accidentally forgot it at the rehearsal site when i was in a group that left before him, he fucking THREW IT AWAY.

Now i only use my metal one because the rehearsal site we're using this year has fantastic water. But up in my closet I have a new vinegar jugs and a second, more powerful, wiper fluid jug.

I am too powerful

nice lmao

sorry I don't have anything to add this is just funny

[thatonerick]

how would i be dehydrated if i just drank a whole bottle of gatorade 🤨 -sa'am

there’s a couple reasons, most dehydration is chronic. if you have a large bottle of water (or in this case gatorade) after being dehydrated it can affect you more negatively than positively, since you drank the whole bottle in one sitting, you threw up. this happened to a lady that was chronically dehydrated, she didn’t have water for two weeks, drank a gallon in one sitting and died of water poisoning. If you don’t drink enough regularly it can hurt you. Also gatorade has extra electrolytes, flavor, etcetera.

[linzsaw]

75 HARD: day one

[x] read 10 pages - Atomic Habits

[x] 45 minute workout outside - AM outdoor walk

[x] 45 minute workout inside - PM arms + elipitical

[x] gallon of water

[x] followed diet - high protein: protein pancakes, Mexican veggie bowl for lunch, protein shake, banana, brownie and nuts for snacks, and tonight's dinner included Lemon Basil Turkey Meatballs & Creamy rice

[x] took progress photo - good thing I remembered to do this after a big meal :)

[x] no alcohol - nope, and in fact I was pretty ready to give it up and didn't even drink on NYE. I had my last drink on Christmas and not sure I'll ever go back.

Today was a huge success and I'm feeling accomplished! I honestly was in a bit of a rut for the month of December after coming back from Thailand and feeling quite broke and worn out. It felt really amazing to get back into a routine again. I set myself up pretty well for this challenge. They say that New Year’s resolutions are kind of out of place because goal setting should really begin in spring, and that this is a time for rest. I fully get that and support those who are participating in a relaxing period. For me, though, I’ve always done really well when I set my goals at the top of the year. I think monthly check-ins to make sure you’re following your set goals is crucial though! I think having a visual like a vision board or creating a Mind Movie works so well. The background on my phone is a vision board I made a while back and I’ve accomplished almost everything on it. This year, I plan to create a Mind Movie and I’m really excited! If you’re not familiar, these are short videos that you design yourself to get your mind in peak 'manifesting' mode, that you watch first thing in the morning and last thing at night. The idea is to see yourself as having whatever you want now, played out in the movie with hertz frequencies in the background. The goal is to get excited about your dreams, to stop focusing on what is and envision on how you want your life to be.

Preparation

This last week I spent some time collecting recipes, I wrote down all the things I'd like to do daily and weekly, made a workout schedule and plan, and organized a system for how to realistically accomplish these tasks/goals. I also did an intention setting ceremony last night with Yoga Girl's annual podcast which I absolutely love.

On NYE my love and I went out to eat at one of our favorite Italian restaurants and I drank a delicious mocktail that had blackberry, mint, agave, and soda water. I was definitely in bed before midnight (MST) but I did watch the balldrop on tiktok live and got my new years kiss lol. I think this was another way I set myself up for success, just knowing that I did not want to start off the new year hungover. It's not worth it to me and I've really outgrown that poison.

I wondered how well I would do with the outdoor workout with it being winter, but honestly it was really refreshing to jump out of bed and force myself to get outside. The cold woke me up and it was a great start to the day. I listening to a walking meditation. The last time I did this consistently, I very quickly quantum leaped into my dream career from a very depressing job, I passed the ASWB licensing exam by a landslide, and I started my UGC side gig career which has also been quite a success! I'm seriously so damn excited to see how life can get even better than it already is.

The self-development book I started reading is called Atomic Habits by James Clear, and I can already tell I'm gonna love it. I've heard such good things about it. It's about how to build good habits and break bad ones, noting that tiny changes in your day to day life can have a huge impact on your life long-term, whether good or bad. Here's a quote from the book that stood out to me today:

"The impact created by a change in your habits is similar to the effect of shifting the route of an airplane by just a few degrees. Imagine you are flying from Los Angeles to New York City. If a pilot leaving from LAX adjusts the heading just 3.5 degrees south, you will land in Washington D.C. instead of New York. Such a small change is barely noticeable at takeoff- the nose of the airplane moves just a few feet--but when magnified across the entire United States, you end up hundreds of miles apart."

Thanks for tuning into my journey! Can't wait to see the transformation both physically and mentally.

[sixbucks]

I’m listening to two older couples talking in the MRI office waiting room. They’re discussing restaurants and getting the 72 oz. steak for free if you can eat it all and competitive eating. One guy’s nephew drank a gallon of water every day for a week to stretch out his stomach so he could win his meal. It didn’t work that well. He had to pay for the 8 lb. hamburger. (Because they made him eat the sides too!) One guy’s friend got a seafood allergy after getting all-you-can-eat crab legs the previous week .

Then I heard this one sentence:

They’re the ones that ruin it for the rest of us.

Next was a spirited exchange about Tabasco sauce.

Now they’re talking about grapes: should they go in chicken salad?

[random-conspiracy]

You know what??? I used to think that Hours were the real deal, nobody pays attention to the Seconds because they're like dandelion seeds. Minutes are little bitches and you think you can controll them. 10 minutes -> 30 minutes -> 45 minutes and so long. You think you can because one (1) hour used to be infinite. Try waiting a fucking hour without wifi or something like that. But suddenly minutes are little bitches because hours are now big bitches. I check the clock and it's 10:20am, I check again and it's 11:20am and literally NOTHING happened. I just went to the bathroom, drank a glass of water and a fucking hours passed. How it keeps happening??

The real deal aren't hours anymore. Are days and just barely. Saturday is not real because every week I feel teleported from good ol' Friday to depressive Sunday without a word. Time is not real but at least it used to be longer. I used to be able to buy all week food with just 5 hours and now just a gallon of milk is 4 four of them

[boldlynoisydeer]

Daily update..

I ate 50cals (was supposed to be fasting but had a moment of weakness)

Burned 384 cals

Got 8k steps

And drank my gallon of water!

Didn’t do Pilates today cause I’m way too tired :(

I need to get my step game up this week, I’m not doing too good.