#i have a limited pepsi energy drink in the back i think?

[oars]

do you like my bottle collection :3

[intruality-overlord]

Why Are We (Best) Friends?

Warnings: Excessive swearing, alcoholism, mentions of drugs, drug use, suggestive humour, implied sexual content (no smut), some gore descriptions. Generally, Remus stuff.

Taglist: @blogging-time @veraisnotfine @littlestr @jessibbb @ibroken-butterflyi @hi-its-tutty @idkanameatall

Let me know do you want to be added or removed from the taglist! Updates every Wednesday/Thursday. Don’t worry I’m posting the second half of this chapter later today cause it’s too long all in one part and Tumblr doesn’t seem to like it when I post stuff too close together. So have the fun with the fluffy part!

Chapter Three 1/2: Duck

Loosen Up

May 26th, 2017.

Tiny little sips did Patton take, swishing the liquid around before swallowing each drop. Cautious. Procrastinating. Remus rolled his eyes.

“Why are you so embarrassed? I’ve seen you so drunk that if you weren’t a figment of imagination, the police could have been outlining your dead body in chalk the next morning. You don’t have anything to be shy about,” he said. Patton glared at him. “That’s exactly what’s so embarrassing!” He shrieked. “It’s bad enough knowing that happened! I don’t want a repeat!”

“That’s the whole point of this, Pat. I’m here so you don’t get completely pissed like that again. And if you do, I’ll stop you from being stupid.”

…

“I’m always stupid,” Patton mumbled into his next sip. Albeit, it was a slightly bigger sip. Remus would have argued with Patton, but he hadn’t planned a heart to heart and felt rather unprepared. At least he knew Patton had already drunk enough to not think too hard about what he was saying. Baby steps.

Turned out the snowball effect settled in soon after that. The more Patton drank the less he thought to regulate himself so he drank more. Remus discovered that night that Patton became efficiently, drunkenly relaxed at five cans of… whatever collection of concoctions Patton had mixed up.

“Wait Wait Wait Wait Wait! If I’m a figment of Thomas’s imagination, but you’re Thomas’s imagination, does that mean you could, like, make me,” Patton made a charade of what would have resembled an explosion if he still had his fine motor skills intact, “poof? If you wanted?”

Patton had had six cans and was on his seventh.

Remus blinked at him. There was some semblance of sense in that thinking, and Remus did love a good “what if?” question. “I don’t know...” he said. “Why don’t you try?!” Patton exclaimed, bouncing in his seat. Remus for a split second thought of how adorable Patton’s excitement was—

“Hell no!” He snapped. Patton whined. Sulking, he flopped back down in his chair like a voodoo doll that had just been angrily launched into a wall. “You’re s’posed to be fun!” Patton chugged the rest of his can and didn’t bother to put it down. Instead, it just toppled and rolled out of his lax grasp.

“If it worked then you wouldn’t exist anymore!”

“So?”

Remus also discovered that Patton’s attitude was just as bad as Virgil’s. At least Remus knew his limits now for future reference.

“Well if you stopped existing you wouldn’t know if it worked or not because you wouldn’t exist,” Remus reasoned, and he wanted to scrub his tongue with soapy sandpaper.

“...What if we tried it on Roman?”

“Damn you, that’s tempting.”

Multimedia

August 30th, 2017.

“Heya Remus—” Out of all the anarchy encapsulated in the room, Patton instantly fixated on the razor. The blade devilishly glinted. Patton glared at the offending mustache slayer.

“Don’t you dare.”

“Patton! I was just—“

“Leave the moustache alone!” Patton pounced, lunging for the shaver, and Remus shrieked a very manly shriek. Plumes of white flew free from Remus’s fringe in the kerfuffle. “Your mustache is special and perfect just the way it is!” Patton said. Wrestling the razor from Remus’s grip, which on further inspection was definitely for shaving your legs and not facial hair, and confiscated it.

“I know!”

What?

“That’s why I need it for my self portrait!”

What?

What looked like very grainy flour caught in Remus’s fringe made it appear silver, enhancing the pearly whites that split his lips into a beaming grin. Patton swore his teeth looked slightly pointier than usual. Each syllable rolled around Remus’s tongue exaggeratedly long before he spat it out. And the crazed look in his eyes looked especially crazed, circled in red like a big mistake.

Oh, he’s high.

Wait, what?

Hooking an arm around Patton’s, a stark gentlemanly contrast to Remus’s distinctly wild hair, bloodshot eyes and suddenly apparent absence of a three piece suit, and yanked Patton to stand before his work in progress.

“I’d ask what you think, but it’s not quite finished,” he said, giddy.

Paint was splattered all across the canvas.

And across the floor, and the walls, and the ceiling, and after spending five minutes in the room Patton somehow had some too. (Remus was always more of a catcher than a thrower. Terrible aim.) Focusing on an individual area, it looked like a nonsensical mess. There were handprints, globs of textured brush strokes, and scratch marks. Acrylic and watercolour paints with salt adding texture. Swatches of silk, sprinkles of glitter. The only orderly aspect of the piece was the fact it stuck strictly to a dominantly green colour pallet with accents of blue. Even so, there were hints of pinks, yellows, and purple. Tasteful hints, mind you. Oh, there’s some red, too—

“Is that blood?”

“A happy little accident involving a blunt pallet knife. That’s all.”

As a whole, though, when you stepped back it clearly was Remus’s self portrait. Amongst all the chaos, his outline was clear and confident. Insane smile and all. (Except for his moustache, which seemed to be the final missing piece.)

Patton looked closer. Woven in were more intricate details. Passages from Alice In Wonderland and Little Shop Of Horrors (“You love her madly, don’t you, shmuck” was one he picked out)— other books, musicals, and movies Patton couldn’t name— fit seamlessly into the collage. Everything was written in different, swirly fonts or magazine clippings.

Then he looked even closer. Patton squinted.

“Is that fucking dick glitter?”

“Green and blue duochrome dick glitter!”

It was the most accurate self portrait Patton had ever seen (or ever would). A massacre of common sense. It was his internal tumultuous frenzy in a visual medium. A celebration of self love in a uniquely Remus way.

“I’d frame that and put it on the fridge,” Patton said genuinely. Remus preened. “It’s… exceptional, really.”

But did Remus really have to sacrifice his adorable face caterpillar for it?

“I can’t wait to add the finishing touches!”

“Are you really going to put your own moustache on it?”

Remus burst into rambling only a select few could comprehend. Sentences clumsily overlapped each other as Remus spilled the direct translation of his thought process. And within that mess, the words were crushed like a Pepsi can (Yes, Remus could taste the difference between Coke and Pepsi. Yes, he purposefully drinks only Pepsi), squishing the vowels out of existence. In Patton’s case, though, he was able to translate the garbled soup of consonants roughly to, “One does not simply soil the sacred authenticity of multimedia!”

“Can’t you just...” Patton shrugged. “I don’t know— use some fake fur or something instead?” He argued.

“Ugh,” Remus grunted, “That sounds like something Roman would do. His art is so flat and boring! Always so play it safe, never experiments,” He ranted passionately, throwing his arms in all directions. “And there’s never enough glitter!” He scoffed. Pent up energy drove him in stomping circles. “Too much glitter makes it look childish,” he said, tone swinging into a mock impression. “There’s no such thing as too much glitter! I don’t care if it gets everywhere. I’d happily leave glitter stuck in my teeth rather than some stupid, diet of the week salad! And Roman wants to claim he’s the gayer one?! Huh, bullshit.”

Patton checked if his ears hadn’t conked out. They screeched like microphone feedback. (His ears and Remus.)

“Roman’s such a bitch— I fucking hate him so goddamn fucking much, the cunt.” Remus thrust his hand into the nearest paint can, and readied the colourful grenade.

Patton grabbed his wrist, hastily. Globs of acrylic paint slipped from his fist, reuniting with a green puddle soaked into the carpet.

“Uh-um,” Patton cut in, improvising a distraction, “Why don’t we have a drink and watch, uh... ah, um— Ratatouille?” Fizzing with nerves, Patton cracked a hopeful smile. One Remus couldn’t help mimicking. “A drink of water!” Patton quickly corrected, “and Ratatouille.”

(“Giggle water?”

“Emu, no.”)

“I love that movie!” Remus said, clapping his hands. More green sprayed them in Remus’s brazen excitement.

It worked. Patton breathed a quick sigh of relief.

Beaming, he cupped Patton’s face in his cold, sticky, stained hands. “You always have such good ideas!” Remus gushed. That was a rare, rare compliment. Patton's face blazed. For a second he was sure the paint would evaporate from his skin.

No, his wine red complexion was hidden.

Green handprints drying on his cheeks, Patton watched the movie with Remus just like that. After, Remus finished the painting properly. Instant grief followed shaving his moustache. But when he grew it back, he was ultimately happy with the results.

Next Chapter:

[rockethorse]

I was tagged to do this meme by @roguebotanist ! Sorry it took me so long!

1. If you could travel one place in the world where would you travel?

Probably be to the USA to visit all my friends there, and my partner's extended family! I'm planning to go to Japan again soon with my partner, too, but because Australia is closer to Japan, that's a lot more attainable than visiting the states. So if I had magic-genie-travel-vouchers, I'd definitely pick the US. Just... maybe not for a few years, lol. It's a dream of mine to be able to take the two of us on a kind of foodie driving tour down through different American states, visiting a bunch of people we know, and tasting all the stuff we see on Instagram, LOL.

2. What do you do in your free time away from Sims?

I draw, cook, dabble in writing (I'm not very good but I really enjoy it), translate/subtitle videos from Japanese and close caption videos/podcasts in English, and work on eventual-someday comic ideas. I also keep meaning to get into gardening and sewing - I have all the equipment, but the attention... not so much.

3. What other games do you play besides The Sims?

Animal Crossing, Pokemon (even though I still haven't finished SWSH), Stardew Valley, a little bit of Slime Rancher (highly recommend, I think a lot of y'all would really like it), and the Ace Attorney series though I haven't played much beyond the original trilogy even though I really like it. Since we got our Switch I started playing Zelda BoTW too, which is my first real "gamer" game and I really, really liked it, so I'm sort of dabbling in more games of those kinds of genres that I used to be intimidated by.

4. How tall are you?

5'11"/180cm, last time I measured.

5. One random interest of yours?

I collect/love to pore over retro cook books with really terrible photography. I have a small collection of them. Some of them are genuinely good and others are hilariously bizarre. I daydream about starting a YouTube channel some day and I think about making a week's worth of breakfast/lunch/dinners from these old books and recording the process. My current favourite is all about what you're supposed to like to eat based on your star sign, from the 1990s. There's a lot of the word "moist".

6. Current favourite bands/artists?

“Current” is hard to say because if I actually manage to get attached enough to an artist/group to specifically like them, they become my favourite for a loooooonnnnggg time. So I would have to say my "current" favourites are exist†trace, Go-Bang’s, BARBEE BOYS, and Yes.

7. Something you’re looking forward to?

I'm looking forward to getting my life back together now that I've finally been able to finish a really stressful irl project, lmao. I'm looking forward to having enough money saved up to hopefully travel to Japan as early as next year and surprise my friends there. I'm looking forward to breakfast tomorrow and painting my nails :9

8. Current favourite films?

I have the same problem with this as I do music, LMAO. I really liked Birds of Prey! The most recent new-to-me film I saw that left an impression on me which I can remember was the Ghibli film "Only Yesterday". If you're a little older and a bit stressed about the pressures of adult life then this movie is a real treat. Also saw Big Eden for the first time semi-recently with my partner and was really sweet and pretty funny. Now that I think about it, it had a lot in common with my cook books.

9. What food could you not live without?

I was thinking of all the foods I love and would hate to go without, like tofu (for real), but I'm actually watching my diet right now and as it turns out I can apparently live without a lot of stuff, LOL. But I'm trying to eat "healthier" not just change weight and the only thing that's really tripped me up is the idea of forgoing sugar-free drinks. I knoowwww Pepsi Max probably isn't """good""" for me or """a substance human beings should consume""" but I grew up on it, I drink a sugar-free energy drink every second day (used to be every day but my heart said don't do that), and I like black coffee but even that has its limit. So I guess the answer here is "terrible, bad, laboratory-constructed soda", lmao. Can’t live without it, questionable if I can live with it.

10. Favourite series (book or movie)?

If I'm allowed to pick a TV series then this is where I slide in and say the 2003-4 Sailor Moon live action series (shoutout to Lady Bane for making excellently niche Sims 2 content for it, too). If not, I'm stuck again with not really knowing and not wanting to say Harry Potter since I haven't really engaged with it for a million years. Hey! Maybe you guys should recommend a new book or movie series to me! Especially if the book is available as an audiobook, because I have more patience/attention for them than reading these days.

I don’t know who to tag because I don’t know who’s already done it - let’s start with @afro-sims-for-you, @didilysims and uhhhhh @katatty-main​ ? Plus anyone else who follows me and wants to do it! Tag me back so I can read ‘em :0

[ahurriedwalk]

JESSIE COLEMAN: A QUARANTINED ZOOM INTERVIEW.

With a mass of blonde hair loosely piled on top of her head and fashioned with red string, I ask if that’s a common practice for her styling habits. “Ah” She exclaims seeming to have just realized its existence herself, “I’ve been working on a set and lost my hair tie in the process, this was not a planned look!”  

Jessie Coleman is a music photographer and actress that, like most, found themselves reinventing careers in the wake of a pandemic.  With all work on hold for the foreseeable future, Jessie was left with limited resources to produce a body of work during a time of quarantine and uncertainty.  This led to a series of self-portraits which caught the attention of other artists, photographers, and “personal idols” as Jessie refers to a handful of the names that have reached out, to her disbelief.

TELL US WHAT IT IS YOU DO (DID). To survive I worked part time as a traveling presenter. I’ve been contracted with a company for over 10 years now. It was through this that I was hired to be on tour with some of my favorite bands and covering their time on the road for social media. From this the music photography grew and I really think it’s a nice fit for me. I’m excited and happy to do it. Every time. I’m being coy, I’m thrilled. I also work as an actor. I do hop around constantly between all these jobs and most of them keep me on the road. I have not paid for a flight in 12 years and I haven’t really been home in that time either!

HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOUR STYLE AND HOW DOES IT AFFECT YOUR WORK?   I do try and distance myself from my own aesthetic most of the time in my work. I don’t know why that’s my instinct nor do I know if it’s the best choice. But I began to feel like I was pigeonholing myself and that my creativity seemed stunted when every image looked like it was all a different scene in the same story. I grew up in a funeral home and dressed mostly like I had lived in the television show ‘Road To Avonlea’. It all translates to a more Edwardian macabre imagery that I’m still drawn to. I suppose there is always an abstract version of this in all I do.

WHERE DO YOU LIVE AND WHY. I live in New York because I’m supposed to be here.  It’s the only way I can describe it. At 16, I walked into a New York restaurant when visiting some friends. It was all decorated for Christmas. Every setting was perfectly polished, the staff had their whites all pressed and they had this vivacious energy buzzing around the tables. I had to sit back in my chair and take it all in. I felt like I was in a movie. I said out loud, ‘I’m going to live here someday’. Well don’t you know that just a few years later, my friend from acting school called me to tell me that she put our names down without my permission and got us an apartment, and it just so happened to be in that very building! Just above that same restaurant!  Eventually I took over the lease and I’ve been there ever since. It was built in the 1920s and it’s just blocks away from where Edgar Allan Poe had lived. It’s just perfect.Tiny. But perfect.

WHAT DO YOU LOVE ABOUT THE UPPER WEST SIDE? Anything I could ever need is on my block. I feel so spoiled. I can walk to Lincoln Center, The Met, Central Park, Riverside Park. Can you imagine being new to your neighborhood, going for a stroll and just happening upon the Gothic dream that is The Cathedral Church of Saint John the Divine?  I really do feel so grateful everyday I wake up here. The neighborhood vibe is best described as a quiet excitement, the best kind of living.

WHAT ARE YOUR PERSONAL GOALS FOR THE NEXT 5 YEARS? Okay (laughs). I don’t have any. I’m just doing. I’ve really been over the top in my past when it came to amassing what I felt were career victories and certain achievements. I’m sure it’s considered healthy to an extent but it wasn’t working for me. During quarantine, I stopped judging myself so harshly and just put my work out there, even the pieces I didn’t particularly like. But I did this with the intention of using it to map or document my own growth and evolution. I looked at it like I was just sharing a personal process and that made it seem less daunting. I’ve received such a dramatic increase in interest, recognition and offers that I really have to trust that relaxing and giving into the organic flow of work is the best approach for me.

QUICK ANSWERS FAVORITE DESSERT: Mint chocolate chip with sprinkles!

FAVORITE DRINK: The dirtiest gin martini.

A SONG I HAVE TO LISTEN TO: “Song For Jesse”  Nick Cave

HIDDEN TALENT: I can carve a jack-o-lantern in 4 minutes, including the gutting!

ONE MOVIE TO WATCH FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE: Buffalo 66

ONE CANDY: Annie’s gummy fruit snacks

YOUR LAST MEAL: I don’t eat meat or drink soda but, if this is my dream fictitious scenario it would be diner style too salty turkey and gravy with mashed potatoes and a Pepsi.

SEE JESSIE’S WORK: www.jessiecoleman.com www.instagram.com/waltzmatildawithme

[sarahbutsmaller]

Things I thought/wish I knew about weight loss surgery

I’m stil in my early days to be fair, 10 weeks post op. So ask me in 12 months and my list might be entirely different and much more positive. My surgery happened quickly and unexpectedly due to Covid-19 so I don’t really think I had the time to prepare mentally. I still have days where I think “I’ve completely changed my life and my body forever and I wonder if it will ever feel normal” and I’m sure eventually I will, but for the moment it’s honestly still a struggle. But anyway, here it is - the stuff I wish someone had told me before I had Bariatric surgery.

1. How long my recovery would take

I definitely expected to be okay in a couple of days after surgery. It took me a good 4 weeks to fully recover and get back to doing normal things.

2. How much pain I would experience

Again, I thought I’d be fine and experience no pain or discomfort after a few days. I couldn’t bend over for the first 4 weeks. I couldn’t curl up in a ball. I couldn’t lay flat on my back for 2 weeks.

3. How much I would miss eating a full meal

You know when you make a bomb ass meal and you just wanna sit and devour the whole plate? Yeah I can’t do that any more and it is a total mind fuck! It takes a lot of time to get your brain to accept that you cannot eat as much as you want to.

4. That I wouldn’t be able to eat or enjoy certain foods again.

Plain Cadbury dairy milk chocolate, Nutella, Pepsi max. Used to be my favourites, now I can’t stomach them. Potato? Not my friend.

5. How hard it would be to retrain my brain to eat slower

It is so bloody hard to break a habit you’ve built over 28 years. I can no longer inhale my food. I actually have to chew now, crazy right?

6. How soon after surgery I would start feeling better about myself

I started to feel a lot better about myself once the weight started falling off. That first couple of weeks where you lose all your water weight is a huge confidence boost.

7. How good you feel when you physically cannot overindulge In sugary/greasy food

Don’t get me wrong, your body definitely tells you when it doesn’t like something. But I’m grateful that I don’t really have the option of sitting and suffering after over eating. I can’t eat to the point of food comas any more.

8. How important it is to be kind to yourself and let yourself rest when you need it

One of the most important things to remember. I was definitely way too hard on myself and expected myself to be able to do everything right away, but it’s so important to remember that your stomach has literally been rearranged and there are parts missing. Major surgery requires rest and recovery.

9. How good basic foods taste after being on a liquid and purée diet for 4 weeks

Oh yeah. I struggled on purées because there aren’t many things I like the idea of eating In purée form so getting to “soft foods” and being able to eat steamed Veges was heavenly.

10. How scared I would when my stomach would start to Allow me to eat more

Yep. You get used to your tiny new stomach and then all of a sudden you can eat more than you could before and it’s scary. Am I going to be able to over indulge again? Am I going to able to go back to my old ways? No, Probably not. My stomach will never be the size it was before BUT...

11. It is possible to still eat some junk food and sometimes, it’s actually easier.

Having a smaller stomach means you’re limited as to how much you can eat, obviously. And once you start eating so little, it becomes hard to justify spending money on larger amounts of food than what you need. So what does that mean? Well basically, it’s easier and cheaper to just grab a small chocolate than pay for a big salad or something and then take it home and probably waste it because you won’t finish it later like you said you would. Sometimes if I’m at home and I don’t have anything small and single serve to cook, I’ll just eat a doughnut or some sort of junk because I know it will fill me and I know there is no wastage. So yeah, it’s definitely still possible to eat a lot of calories. Especially if you’re like me and like to drink calories. I’d rather drink coffee all day and not eat and it all starts to add up.

12. The sleeve/bypass is a tool, not a solution.

It is incredibly helpful to not be able to eat much, but it requires A LOT of mental strength and energy and it is definitely not the easy way out.

And to finish on a positive note, my most recent comparison pictures. I’ve come a long way in just 10 weeks both physically and mentally and I am super proud of myself for it!

[strangerstuffandthingsimagines]

Icarus (Billy Hargrove x Reader)

Request: Hey so I have been listening to the song 'helpless' from the musical Hamilton and there are these lines from it that make me think of Billy/Dacre its 'Look into your eyes And the sky’s the limit/I’m Helpless!/Down for the count And I’m drownin’ in ‘em' so I was wondering if you could maybe write a billy imagine with those lines in mind, please? ♡♡♡♡♡

Based on the song “Helpless” from Hamilton the musical

A/N: I really hope you like this! Hopefully, you catch the Hamilton reference. I apologize if it's a bit short but I honestly really liked this, I’d be down to write another part :) Spoiler: sorry if the kiss scenes kinda meh, I’m not the best at writing kiss scenes so bare with me.

Music blared from the speakers, the rhythmic thuds of the beat felt as if it were the only thing keeping you alive. Moments like these were the moments you felt the freest. Nothing but the music, carrying you through the night, not a thought or worry in sight. You were never the one to fight for attention or to claw your way into the spotlight, you were just using every song to get you through the night.

Your eyes squeezed shut as you raked your finger through your hair, body swaying and rolling with the waves of the melody. As your eyes fluttered open, beaming from pure bliss, you were taken aback by the amours gaze from a stranger. Sharp and cool, his blue brooding eyes were hypnotic, the murmur of the song began to die out.

You smiled at him, your hand trailing down from your hair to the back of your neck, shyly looking away before returning back to his stare.

The next song started, your attention returning back to the dancefloor. You disappeared into the crowd, leaving the mysterious stranger wanting more.

As the night simmered down and the music winded down you took a sat by the window, the draft from outside was refreshing against the heat of your skin.

The stranger with the striking gaze now striding toward you, red solo cup in hand.

“So, are we just going to make eyes at each other all night, or are we going to something about it?” He smirked with his shoulder against the wall, cup in one hand, cigarette in the other. 

The corners of your mouth turned upward as you raised your own cup to your lips, taking a sip of your Pepsi. 

“Yeah?” you asked, amusement written across your face. “Well I came here to dance, I don’t know about you, but if you want to join me then by all means.”

With that, you set down your drink and sauntered back to the dancefloor. Your energy returning to you as your favourite song boomed from the speakers, the guy from before in your pursuit. 

You spun around, grabbing hold of his hands, laughing over the music.

“You were workin' as a waitress in a cocktail bar When I met you, I picked you out, I shook you up and turned you around Turned you into someone new”

“Whats your name?” your lips brushed against his ear, sending shivers all over his body.

“Billy.” his hand swinging with yours as you tried to get him to let loose. His eyes wandering your face, his tongue running over his bottom lip.

“I’m Y/N” you laughed as he spun you around, twirling you under his arm. 

The two of you became intoxicated off of one another. Your perfume mixed with the smell of Billy’s cologne and cigarettes, creating a toxic concoction that drove you both crazy. You were drowning in his eyes, engulphed by the ocean blue and intrigued by the soft shadows framing his stare.

You crossed your wrists behind his neck, his hands finding your waist as you swayed with the music. Your heart raced and your head spun, completely high off of each others energy.

Don't you want me, baby?

Something came over you, but he was just so magnetic, his hypnotic eyes putting you into a trance.

You tangled your hands into his long locks of golden hair, his hand finding the back of your neck. 

He took your bottom lip between his teeth for a moment before you fervently moved your lips with his, the taste of nicotine on his tongue.

The party came to an abrupt end, something about the neighbours calling the cops, but you didn’t mind.

“Do you need a ride?” Billy asked taking a drag from his cigarette, blowing the smoke out in a grey cloud. “My cars just over there.”

Taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you pondered the offer, 

“Thanks, but I think I’ll just walk.” You replied with a playful grin. “Besides, I don’t want to fall to hard to fast.”

Billy was left dumbfounded as you began to walk away, your hands swinging by your sides. 

“Wait, can I get your number?” he called after you, keys in hand.

“You’ll just have to find me at the next party, then I’ll see what I can do” You winked, leaving Billy speechless.

Little did you know you would be warned to stay away, that Billy Hargrove was bad news, but nothing could convince you to keep your distance.

You were helpless.

[treadmilltreats]

I realize I can't party like I used to

I realized this on my last visit home. Since moving to Florida I have lived a healthy lifestyle. Back in the day I was a 2 liter a day Pepsi drinker which I gave up years ago. I also gave up smoking cigarettes, drinking heavily and staying out all night partying.

I now wake up every morning at 5 a.m. so I could be at the gym by 5:30 a.m. to work out for 2 hours. I eat right, I pack my own lunches everyday, I eat mostly chicken and fish and I hardly ever eat anything that taste good. On the weekends you can find me walking or running on the beach or riding my bike on the boardwalk. I also love yoga, I do meditation and I am very tired of all sorts of different things to stay in shape like pole dancing, aerial yoga and ballroom dancing.

My whole lifestyle now is totally different from what it was before. Before I got married I had a problem with drugs and alcohol. I stayed out every night, I danced until dawn, and I did every drug known to mankind. I ran my life recklessly but you know how things change when you get married and have children.

I now realized my mortality and how I have the odds stacked against me because of my family history of heart attacks, so I decided to change. Was it easy? Oh Hell no but nothing in life worth anything is easy but I did it. I now feel amazing, I have energy, my body feels good and I think I look good. This has been my lifestyle for the last 28 years, so when I go home, I'm out partying with my friends who still party like I did 28 years ago and hell it took a toll on me.

I'm not used to staying up late, I go to bed by 10 p.m. I didn't exercise for the whole 10 days.

I ate whatever, whenever, I wanted to and I don't think I even saw a green vegetable or vegetable at all for that matter unless it was a garnish on my drinks. I drank way more than I probably drank all year here and trust and believe I felt like shit because of all of this.

I like feeling healthy, I even like getting up at 5 in the morning... okay, maybe not so much but I do it because of the feeling I get afterwards when I come home. Partying like that made me feel sluggish, totally not feeling good, like when I am when I am exercising and eating right. Look, I get that my friends still have this way of life and if it works for them I'm happy for them but I realize that that is so not my life anymore.

I enjoy taking care of myself and yes, I do enjoy once in a great while, indulging in things that I normally don't. I always say all bets are off when I'm back in New York because I miss the food so much but in my world now everything is in moderation. I can have that piece of pizza but I can't have the whole pie. I can have a cannoli but I can't have half a dozen. I can have a drink. I can't be doing shots in the bar until 3am. I care about my body, I care about my mental health and for me, that means I need to live this healthy lifestyle.

I could easily slip back down that rabbit hole, back into my addiction and I know how fast I can happen so for that reason alone I need to know my limits. If you read my blog you know I'm all for whatever gets you through your day, if partying every weekend is your thing, good for you, if that's what gets you through your day go for it. I'm just an advocate of what works for me, and for me a healthy lifestyle works. It makes me think better, it gives me more energy, it makes my whole day feel better and so I realize that I am no longer the party animal I once was and I have to wave the white flag and concede to that fact.

So today my friends remember it's okay to grow and change, you are no longer that person you once was. You have realized what works for you and what doesn't anymore and it's okay.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to run all this alcohol and food out of my system and that may be a long ass run.

"Be the change you want to see"

@treadmilltreats

[mollydollyjournals]

Its Monday 5th. 156lbs today, from 153.4 yesterday. Because I've had way too much alcohol recently so it's making my water levels go all over the place. I might drink tomorrow so 1) I need to make sure I keep to a reasonable limit if I do, and 2) definitely no alcohol today.

I'm also just going to have cherries for the rest of the day. I want to not have anything but I think some fruit or veg would be better for health and such, so I'll have berries or whatever.

I do feel like at this point I'm falling behind if my weight doesnt drop back in the next few days...I know slow progress is better than no progress and assuming I'll still be like 154 tomorrow that's still something overall. But that is really slow. So idk. Logically I should be fine with that because it's better than nothing etc, but it's still irritating to me and I know if I get too irritated with it I'll stop thinking straight and binge or something.

So I can drink tomorrow if I want to drink with company, or Wednesday if I wanna chill in my room. I do quite like having wine and playing whatever music I feel like and just shitposting or whatever. But really I still want company so...maybe tomorrow is better. Then after that I kinda need to try to make it til saturday. I have an event over the weekend so itll be like:

Wednesday - do whatever I want at home

Thursday - housework & weekend prep

Friday - travel & event 1st evening

Saturday - main event day

Sunday - travel home, chill

So if this was a few years ago I would have drunk on Friday and Saturday and just suffered through Sunday. Maybe had another bit to drink to soften the hangover. But 2yrs ago I fucked up my liver, 7mths ago I fucked it up again, and I at least know that I cant do that anymore. The best way for me will be to either not drink at all or only drink on the Saturday. It's not going to be a rowdy drunken event so if I do drink itll probably just be me, and I'm not gonna be tempted to get completely smashed, which is good. But knowing me itd be better if I had the option to. I'll see how I feel on the day.

But it does mean that this week I can only drink either tomorrow or wednesday, which I hope I can do. Because otherwise I'm gonna be hungover on the friday when I'm trying to do stuff, or get sick. I really need to slow down so idk. I hope I dont have a massive spiral on weds or thurs. That's when itll be difficult. I'll try to make a list of stuff to do that can distract me.

Today I have to finish up some stuff that I meant to do ages ago but I'm terrible at concentrating. Which is kind of annoying because I do want to do it but I dont think my brain wants to actually focus on it. And I wanted to have it done by tomorrow so I kinda have no choice now. Standard me though. I start early, only do a little bit, relax because I have ages, then suddenly I have like 5 minutes to get everything done.

So this week feels really busy...I tend to need a lot of downtime as it is but this is also way more than I've done in ages so I'm kind of overwhelmed and nervous. It's great because I'll be able to actually see people and hang out and it should be nice, but I also feel like I'm gonna screw up somewhere. I'm not very good at getting everything sorted out on my own. I can do it sometimes but it always burns me out and I end up drinking loads or something. And I need like...aftercare ha. But theres just nothing and I still have to do everything by myself.

I'm glad at least the stuff I have to do doesnt take too much physical energy. Just mental focus and all. Which is also not my strong suit but I'll at least be able to manage something. For now, I need to finish my pepsi max then go write everything out properly...my thing with executive function issues at times like these is to write out everything I need to do then write it all in order so I dont have to think about what I'm doing I just go through the list. It always takes me so long to plan and I rewrite the list basically every day but it's the only way for me, I cant keep all the info in my head and also do the actual stuff. Bleh.

I also need to stop with the pepsi max so much. Its sugar free but it's still artificial bullshit. It's just tasty. Tomorrow I should switch back to ice tea I think.

[sarahunfiltered-blog1]

My Diet/Fitness/Nutrition Journey Thus Far

Most of the memories I have of life growing up revolve mostly around food. I remember growing up and all we’d eat was Sonic, Dairy Queen, Whataburger, McDonald’s, Taco Bell, Wendy’s, you name it, I ate it. I could still to this day probably tell you my order from each place. I was raised on Hamburger Helper, Ramen noodles, Rice a Roni, canned and boxed everything, candy and soda. 

I remember when I was around maaaaaybe 12-13 and my mom doing a diet that may have been slim quick or something along the lines of you eat chicken and veggies, take these pills and do some sort of workout. I had a really bad sweet tooth (still do) as a kid and I started to gain weight and at 13 I was 165lbs, so my mom included me into her diet routine and I would eat the chicken and veggies, rice cakes, a tbsp of coconut oil and would chew sugar gum and we’d walk between the stop signs on the street we lived on and I’d do her workouts with her. I remember watching my brothers and sisters eating candy while I ate my caramel rice cakes because I was the bigger one of all of them, so for the longest time I was just the fat tomboy of a girl that would stare at herself in the mirror and look at how big my butt was at 13 and hating it and my stomach to stuck out and my fat face. I remember I used to grab my stomach and cry and scream about how much I hated it. If only I were skinny I’d be enough. I would sneak and binge on sweets, it was my comfort, it was there for me and it made me feel better

When I got my period and more of my hormones kicked in I lost a lot of weight. I want to say I got down to 125 when I was around 14-15 and I wouldn’t eat because I was extremely depressed. My sweet tooth was still there, but I wouldn’t eat because I thought eating would make me fat, so I wouldn’t and when I did it was minimal. I ate a lot of 100 calorie snacks, drank juice like V8 because I thought it was healthy, diet coke because it was diet and wouldn’t make me fat. When I was 16 I started working at Target and they have a Pizza Hut Cafe and almost every shift I would go pick up there bread sticks and a diet Pepsi and that would be my lunch (the thought of that now literally makes me cringe). I went to a bible college from 17-almost 18 and ate Ramen noodles and whatever shit food they served while I was there, but I didn’t know any different so I just ate it. I was still pretty skinny because ya know I was 15-17 and you can eat like shit and still be a twig.

When I turned 18 and moved out of my parents house my diet didn’t suuuuper change. I was still living a hardcore Taco Bell and Pizza Hut bread sticks and diet coke life style because I was living on my own, broke as a joke and ate the food I was used to eating, but then I gained probably 30lbs easily within a short amount of time (surprise surprise). I had spent my whole time as a teenager not wanting to be the fat kid and here I was back at 165lbs... wtf. I didn’t really know how to cook, didn’t have money for groceries, refused to apply for food stamps, so I just thought starting to workout would cure all my problems. Well, it didn’t long story short. I mean why didn’t working out and running for an hour THEN going eat Taco Bell work? I was working out, right? HA.

I remember scrolling Pinterest when I discovered it and finding the “Military Diet” and giving that a go. You basically don’t eat anything for 3 days and could apparently lose 10lbs. I wanted to DIE during that diet. I made it the first time around and lost 5lbs, then gave it another go and didn’t make it 2 days and stopped by Taco Bell on my way home from work and binged on that. So my diet search continued... One of my coworkers at the time started using My Fitness Pal to track her calories and she was losing weight like crazy, so I obviously I needed to give it a go and the weight just started falling fall. I went from 165lbs to 125lbs within a matter a months. I didn’t work out, I just ate less than 1,500 calories a day, cold turkey stopped eating candy, drinking soft drinks and unfortunately my Pizza Hut bread sticks. Everything was going GREAT. When I wanted to go down to the next lbs and I was 0.2 from it I would pop a few laxatives the night before and then would weight myself the next morning after shitting my brains out, but I HAD to lose that 0.2lbs.. just had to. I became overly obsessed with counting calories and eating lean cuisines and and 100 calories snacks and drinking Naked juice and weighing myself DAILY and measuring every single little thing I ate and would legit cry if I went over my calories. Funny, not so funny story. One weekend I was headed to my mom’s and had already eaten all of my calories for the day, but was staaaaaaaarving, so I stopped by Jimmy John’s and ate a sandwich that was 800ish calories, which put me 800ish calories over what I was “allowed” to eat, so you bet your ass I drug all of my brother and sisters and mom to a walking trail and walked/ran until I burned off the entire sandwich because I wouldn’t sleep peaceful knowing what I did by eating that sandwich. It was bad, just so bad. I remember the day I hit a breaking point and just wanted some damn chocolate chop cookies, but didn’t have the calories saved for it, but I binged on them anyways and cried in Michael’s arms over what I did and he was telling me it was fiiiiiiine and all the sweet things he could, but it wasn’t to me in that moment, but in that moment I just knew I needed to stop all of this, so I did. I feel like I remember just deleting the app off my phone and being done with it. I was 20 at this point and working a standing job.

Beginning in February of 2014 I started a corporate sitting job, so I didn’t have access to Starbucks or a grocery store on my breaks like I did working at Target, so I had to start bringing my lunches and snacks and to top it all off I was sitting. As you could maybe imagine I started gaining weight from being stagnant and snacking ALL day at my desk (#teamnutrigrain). I put on a good 20lbs within the first couple of months. So I started going for walks on my breaks, eating a lean cuisine a day, eating more fresh fruits and veggies, almonds, and limited my snacking to only in the afternoons and that kind of helped and worked for me for a long time and I stayed at a healthy maybe 140ish lbs and that worked for me because I was still skinny. All about that skinny life because skinny = healthy, right? Well, I thought so. 

I turned 21 and didn’t go crrazzzyy drinking, but I drank moscato and margarita’s often enough and still was all about my Friday candy binge. I was also drinking up to 3 cups of coffee a day at work and just couldn’t figure out why I was sweating and so anxious all the time. I genuinely thought it was from work when in reality I was just pumping myself with coffee after coffee after coffee day in and day out (I’ve learned since my lesson since then). I went through a phase of HIIT workout and running, but that faded really quick, but I really enjoyed hiking when I gave it a go, still do. Along with yoga which I am planning to make a goal of starting a practice in 2018. 

Around the time I turned 22-23 my older sister, Meghann, had a baby and really educated herself around living a more holistic lifestyle and it really intrigued me and around that time I had discovered podcasts and I realized how much processed foods aren’t the best choice and what I could do as an alternative way of going about eating, so I stopped lean cuisine’s (haven’t had one since), milk and yogurt along with limiting candy and processed snacks. I completely cleaned my desk out at work from all the sugar filled granola bars and whatever else I had in there and started to work with that. I shortly thereafter learned about one of the best ways of going about what to eat/not eat is if it didn’t come from the earth and/or has a label on it to think twice before eating it and READ the back of the label if you do. This is still newer-ish to me to do and I’m currently learning about all things nutrition, and how the mind, body and spirit all work together and you can’t have one fully without the other.

 As of now I don’t drink dairy milk, I limit cheese but still love it, I grocery shop once a week and buy as much organic produce as possible, I am still working on the meat switch when it comes to buying organic meat (not quite there yet), I cold turkey stopped eating candy and have found organic, non high fructose corn syrup filled alternatives when I have a sweet tooth, I haven’t been drinking alcohol much the last 2 months or so (don’t have a legit reasoning behind it, just doesn’t sound good), I am really into cooking paleo, vegan, Whole30 friendly foods because it coincides with my eating from the earth method I live by and when I want Whataburger breakfast on a Friday or a taco with a flour tortilla or a real homemade chocolate chip cookie I happily will eat it because I do not believe in living a restricted lifestyle. My entire life leading up to recently whether it was mentally, spiritually or physically has been restricted and I’m not OK with it because it’s limiting and keeps me in a box. I’m a believer in the energy you put into something is negative the outcome will be negative, so if I’m to sit here and say “this is cookie is SO bad for me. OMG. I am going to gain 10lbs.” Well, I’m asking for it to happen, versus eating the cookie cause I want the damn cookie and loving every bit. They doesn’t mean I sit there and eat 12, it just means my mindset around food was so terrible for so long and I know what it did to me mentally that is not worth it for me to be negative about it. I am content and happy with where I am out now, I don’t even care to weigh myself anymore, I don’t body shame myself anymore, I don’t calorie count, I don’t binge, I don’t use food as a reward system, I just educate myself around it, listen to my body and see how it feels and go from there. My anxiety has lessened, I sleep so much better, I feel so peaceful inside and out, and my skin has completely cleared up (I’ll talk about my skincare routine future post).  It’s been a long, ongoing journey, but I am thankful for the million and 2 podcasts I’ve listened to, my sister and everyone else along the way to get me to where I am today and I am excited to continue to learn and grow and now have a place to share all the info I am taking in and it maybe help someone else. :)

- Sarah xo

[mitchbeck]

KEELEY: SECOND ANNUAL TEDDY BEAR TOSS IS DECEMBER 7TH

Stuffed animal donations will benefit local fire departments BY: Michael Keeley, Maine Mariners  PORTLAND, ME – November 27, 2019 – The fur will fly at the Cross Insurance Arena on Saturday, December 7th in the second annual “Teddy Bear Toss,” presented by the Maine Bureau of Highway Safety. Fans are invited to bring stuffed animal donations to toss onto the ice following the first Mariners goal. All collected stuffed animals will be donated to local fire departments. The Teddy Bear Toss is a famous holiday tradition that is held throughout all levels of hockey, collecting teddy bears and other stuffed animals for people in need. The spectacle of stuffed toys flying onto the ice after the home team’s first goal has been well documented in places like Calgary, Alberta (WHL’s Calgary Hitmen), and Hersey, Pennsylvania (AHL’s Hershey Bears). Mariners forward Greg Chase played in Calgary from 2011-15, where the Hitmen averaged over 20,000 stuffed animals in each year’s toss, and previously held the world record of 28,815 before being bested by the Hershey Bears in 2018. “It was a crazy sight to be a part of,” said Chase. “Bears literally raining from the sky. The anticipation is different than any other game, you know it’s the first goal that sets off the chaos. The energy is different. I think it’s almost an advantage for the home team. You come out with that extra jump.” Chase also gave his thoughts on the charitable component of the toss – which is at the core of the event. “There’s no better feeling than seeing those kids' faces when you hand them a bear,” he said. “This is a really special event for a lot of people. To be able to give back especially around the holidays is awesome. We get to do it in such a fun and cool way for the fans, that’s what makes our game unique.” The Mariners held their first Teddy Bear Toss last November, with Riley Bourbonnais scoring the sacred goal midway through the second period. He was later overshadowed by Ty Ronning’s third-period hat trick, leading the Mariners to a 6-4 comeback win over the Manchester Monarchs. The Mariners collected 1,153 stuffed animals last season, and are hoping to top that mark this year. “Donated teddy bears are used by local fire and rescue services to comfort children during difficult times and stressful situations,” said Captain Robb Couture of the South Portland Fire Department. “Many of these bears will find their way onto our fire trucks and ambulances for just that reason.  We will also be using the bears to supplement the South Portland Christmas Toy Drive for local children in need of a special gift this holiday season.  Special thanks to the Mariners organization for supporting us and our local communities!” The South Portland fire department will also have staff and a vehicle on hand at the game to help clean up the toss. The Mariners will take on the Adirondack Thunder at 6:00 PM. The game also features a mini-stick giveaway for the first 2,000 fans through the door, courtesy of Jobs In ME. Families of four can take advantage of the “Family Four Pack,” which includes four tickets, four food, and drink vouchers, and four Mariners can koozies for as low as $80. Family Four Packs are available for all Saturday and Sunday home games but must be purchased in advance. After Thanksgiving, the Mariners are home on Friday and Saturday, hosting the Indy Fuel and Newfoundland Growlers. Friday features Black Friday discounts at the Mariners merchandise stand: 20% off all Mariners pucks during the first intermission and 15% off all Mariners hats during the second intermission. Both promotions are limited to five items per customer and must be purchased with a credit or debit card. It’s also a 1-2-3 Friday with $1 Aquafina water, $2 Pepsi products, and $3 Bud Light drafts through the start of the second period. The puck drops at 7:15 PM. Saturday night will feature specialty Aquaman jerseys as part of the league’s partnership with DC Comics. Jerseys will be up for auction through the ECHL. A balloon artist will also be on hand on the concourse. Groups of 10 or more can call 833-GO-MAINE to get tickets at a discounted price. Individual game tickets can be purchased at MarinersOfMaine.com, in person at the Trusted Choice Box Office at the Cross Insurance Arena, or by calling the box office at 207-775-3458. Read the full article

[weeklyhumorist]

I’m That Friend Who Always Asks if You’ve Hydrated and, Well, Have You?

Friend, you seem down. Are you drinking enough water?

Look, I know modern life holds many reasons to forget. Work. Church. Kids who call you a worthless shitfreckle and a husband who slides his Chapstick cap of a penis into anything plausibly sentient. I get it.

But being even slightly dehydrated throws you off. Similar to how finding an unknown anus’s anal beads in a spouse’s go-bag forces questions upon your marriage. Fact is, most are walking around not even realizing they’re thirsty. Or that “business trip” doesn’t always mean business trip.

It’s simple: Eight glasses, morning to night. If you’re like me, afternoons are mostly spent setting increasingly appreciable rage fires in increasingly busy Paneras, making that daypart less ideal. But whatever your hydration schedule, I find it best to begin when you first wake, right before the dark thoughts have settled in.

And that’s a full glass, too. Personally, I like to feel all fancy-schmancy by using the goblet my mother-in-law says exemplifies “the tackiness I’ve brought to the family.” I like this one because you can hold it by any of the pea green octopus’s eight pee yellow tentacles. Well, now only six, since the Elmer’s didn’t take. But still — I enjoy the options. And the rhinestones.

Your little ones will surely benefit from your good example. My parents mainly gave us coke and Pepsi — the first for energy and the latter to get the coke’s drip taste out of our throats. Water was limited to the chore of draining mom’s car bong. Parents didn’t know as much about wellness then. Or how to hide paraphernalia from the po-po if water’s still inside.

When my own daughter’s not busy updating the Insta she’s devoted to my varicose veins or her TikTok leaking details from one of my mandated wellness checks, I always nudge her to hydrate. I even got her one of those cool Yeti canteens. When I showed her, she told me to “go fuck [my]self.” Sensing she was a tad off, I reminded her to take some water. To which she replied, “in the shitbox, with a serrated blade.” ::sigh:: Pre-tweens.

But my son’s a tougher nut. I noticed his urine was quite dark. The last ER doc said it’s because his precocious methamphetamine addiction has macerated his insides. I say he just needs more H2O. Sadly, he doesn’t care for tap. Or basic human responsibility. So I suggested sparkling. And to at least make some dough by cooking meth, too.

Speaking of science: Did you realize 60% of our bodies are water? So just take my hubby. Even if .6% of him’s often inside another woman, he’s got more substantial parts in need of lubrication. I often call his office to nag him. Mostly about the size of this month’s “extramarital oopsy” bill, but also about the water thing, too.

Cause there’s no aborting reality: Water flushes the system. Reduces headaches. Gives us something to obsess about other than the usual concerns regarding mounting gambling debt, a son’s laziness about slinging rock to lessen said debt, or finding a watertight glue that’ll better bond ceramic tentacles.

There’s also digestion. It’s well established that water helps you swallow. Less publicized is how it helps breadier appetizers come back up when you surreptitiously excuse yourself to the ladies. Without water, I wouldn’t be so trim. Period.

To say nothing of how great it is for my skin. Last night, while practicing my “basically lucid” mask in that mirror I cracked during the latter half of last week’s early-midweek bender, I couldn’t help but notice how youthful I look. That’s all water, friend. Dire tears are surprisingly effective moisturizer.

For motivating others along their journeys, a fun phrase can serve as light reminder. When my kids fail to self-irrigate, I jokingly chirp, “Water, water, everywhere, and not a drop to drink.” My daughter always messes that up, thinking it’s “wither, whore!” instead. But her memory’s been off ever since that whole human trafficking thing. First kid; who knew?

Whenever stuck, refer back to the three R’s: Replenish. Renew. Racism’s A Lie. My shrink says this saying both confuses and disgusts her. Also to tender backpayment or it’s my final session. But she’s only acting curmudgeonly because I know of her nether regions’ recurring appointment atop my husband’s midlife crisis goatee. You have no such excuse. Yet. At least I don’t think. Are you missing anal beads?

Regardless, what you’re not missing is me — and I want you to grab some agua. Now. I’ll wait here with the seventeen named demons that call my mind home and the sixteen ounces of pure, filtered goodness with which I vainly try to extinguish their existence.

Salud!*

  *is what I’ve named the most terrifying of the seventeen demons.

I’m That Friend Who Always Asks if You’ve Hydrated and, Well, Have You? was originally published on Weekly Humorist

[jayne-hecate-writer]

The Hu at the O2 Academy...

Bristol. Monday 10th February 2020

I have been going to concerts for nearly three decades now and it is rare indeed that I see a bad gig, most bands are professional enough that even a slow crowd or a long tour can still give them enough energy to make a decent attempt at the show. I have also seen a wide variety of musical styles, from the ethereal beauty of highbrow opera to the grinding bleakness of Black Metal and many more in between (including the numerous horrors of “Annie” & “Thoroughly Modern Millie”!) in the Bristol Hippodrome! So when the chance to see the band The Hu came up, I was intrigued and excited, until I realised where the venue was, you see the O2 Academy and I have history. This is the only venue that I have ever walked out of because the sound was so bad that the band actually bored me. Yes, I admit it, I do not like this venue and maybe this will begin to explain why.

Several things really annoyed me at the gig last night at the Bristol O2 Academy, this venue is frankly dreadful and their security is completely intrusive. I have quite truthfully been through less invasive security checks to get on an actual aeroplane that I got last night going into to see a band! Watching the security staff body searching a lad in his twenties because he was dressed in a hoody and had a few piercings and then seconds later searching through a woman's handbag and throwing away her lollypop was pathetic and showed a level of discrimination that I was not comfortable with, but more on that later. When it was my turn to be searched, I dumped my bag on their counter and walked through the metal detector to find the woman on the other side searching through my personal stuff, which I then pointed out was my medication. On realising that I am disabled, she closed my bag and shoved it at me because she was in a hurry. Only I was struggling and needed her to place the strap on my shoulder because my hands were full as an officious staff member was at that very moment demanding that my tickets be presented. Once I had my ticket scanned I then encountered the staff and the medics who kept asking me if I was 'OK’ and if I ‘needed help' because I walk with a stick and have obvious ‘mobility issues’ as I struggled to get into the venue. I pointed out that I had some one with me to support me if I needed actual help, but the patronising and pitying staff just antagonised me further by speaking to me as if I had learning difficulties. Physical impairment does not immediately equate to mental impairment and also, I have an honours degree in science, plus a post graduate qualification and several professional qualifications all in teaching. I am not a stupid person (despite the claims of some of my closest friends!) and thus do not enjoy being spoken as if I am a moron, just because I use a walking stick. If these staff members really want to help disabled people come into the venue, they could try training door security staff not to carry out internal cavity searches on their victims who just want to enter the building and enjoy a show!

Inside the venue, the sound techs had amplified the drum kit of the support band to the max and then tried to raise the level of everything else above them, which turned the sound into a painful distorted buzz rather than a musical event to enjoy. The support band, Fire of the Gods, were therefor utterly unlistenable because the sound mix was just atrocious and their positive message of equality and social inclusion was completely lost, simply due to the bad sound. I have no idea if this band are any good because what I heard was just awful and I do not believe that it was the fault of the band. I could see that they had guitars and even backing vocals, but the bass drum was so high up in the mix, everything else was lost and it sounded as if nothing else was even plugged in. They could have been playing the finest classic guitar riffs known to human kind and I would never have known. Thankfully when the main act came on, their sound was somewhat better, but the drums were still overly emphasised in the mix meaning that at times the sounds was still heavily distorted, due to the levels being wrong. As for The Hu, their material is utterly beautiful, this concert had moments that felt like a cultural ceremony rather than a metal gig, but the invasively bad sound made them hard to listen to at times, which was heart breaking given how many positive reports I have heard about them.

My final gripe was because there were some real arseholes in the audience who pushed, barged and shoved their way through a very heavily packed in crowd, hurting people and stepping on toes, feet and even my walking stick. Again, I have the experiences of so many extreme metal gigs that have always been positive, the crowds have always been welcoming, considerate and fun, meaning that as a disabled woman I have always felt safe, even when in the pit down at the front for some of the most extreme bands currently recording. The crowd in the O2 was more mixed that I usually experience and some of them were clearly looking for any excuse to start trouble with other crowd members. At less than ten minutes into The Hu's set, Security broke up a fight right in front of me, started by a young woman in her twenties. Yes, I am pleased that the fight was broken up before it got serious, but why did they have to discuss this right in front of me, blocking my already limited view of the band before they dragged her away. Four members of security on the floor and one on the stairs above me was what it took to close down this scene and a few minutes later the girls friends took a phonecall (which I am amazed they could hear!) before they too barged their way out to go and find her. She had clearly been ejected from the venue.

So then, The Hu... I really want to see more of them because they are fascinating, given that they play a form of metal music that is culturally inspired and uses their traditional Mongolian instruments and vocal style. They had some moments of real beauty and their tribal sound and pounding rhythmic back bone gives them a quality that is unique, beautiful and exciting. They did use the tired old trope of the fake encore at the end, which so many bands now do that it almost feels refreshing when other bands choose not to do it, but even that is entirely forgivable. At the end of the gig there was one moment that truly showed the difference between them and the Bristol crowd, when a pair of skimpy women's knickers were thrown on stage, only for them to catch on the intricately carved neck of the exquisite Morin Khuur (a horsehead fiddle... Yes, I had to look that up because I had no idea what it was called). Gala the musician carefully unpicked the foul soggy knickers from his instrument and wearily dropped them into the fenced off area in front of the stage, before walking disdainfully away. Given how cold it was outside, I can only imagine that the then knickerless woman probably had icicles hanging down to her knees when she finally got home!

To conclude this bitter and angry review, I think that The Hu are fabulously interesting and well worth investigating if you do not know them. However, the O2 is a shockingly awful venue and frankly I feel insulted by every visit I have ever made there. After every show, I come out of the venue and say to myself “Never again.” It really is that bad a venue, especially when compared to so many of the wonderful and beautiful venues I have been to so recently in Bristol and further afield. I dislike the O2 because of their obtrusive security, their consistently poor sound at every gig I have seen there, their badly laid out interior and finally because of their watered down drinks! last night, the pint of Pepsi Max served to my precious Wifey tasted like it had been urinated in, which was just another insult from this already awful venue. I genuinely promise that this was the last time I see a band there, no really, I mean it this time!

Go and see The Hu on the rest of the world tour now.

 https://www.thehuofficial.com/

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How to Make Competitive Intelligence Your Competitive Advantage

I stared at the sea of snow around me. White as far as the eye could reach. A blank, empty landscape.

It was exhilarating at first. No one ahead, no one tailing or overtaking me.

Unencumbered, I was completely alone.

Then I realized I was lost. What direction was I going in? Was I going in circles? Was I even on a path?

It was my first snowboarding trip in Japan and I had taken a wrong turn. And now, the beautiful landscape around me was devoid of anyone, or anything, that might give me a sense of direction.

Years later, it’s this experience that comes to mind when my friends in the startup industry complain about their competitors.

They long for a blank expanse of a market, free of competitors hurling their way forward alongside (or ahead, or behind) them. It’s an entrepreneur’s daydream: no one to stop you from speeding ahead, eyes firmly on the prize.

Of course, markets devoid of competitors are rare: if a product is worth making, the market around it won’t stay empty for long. If it does, the product probably wasn’t worth making.

Even so, the appeal remains. And that’s why we’re often told to ignore our competitors completely.

Shut them out, focus single-mindedly on your product and users: everything else will fall into place.

And it’s certainly true that an obsession with ‘the competition’ is a bad idea. When companies get tangled up in rivalries, they often miss out on more important things (while Coke and Pepsi were battling it out, they failed to cash in on the arrival of energy drinks — Red Bull is now the most popular soft drink in the world).

But do we have to choose between a blinkered focus or competitor obsession?

I don’t think so. If we can adjust our lens, the landscape around us will begin to look different. Blinkered focus can turn into a peripheral vision that is both inclusive and alive with information.

A single company — especially a startup — will naturally be limited in terms of the information it relies on. The combined knowledge of a number of companies operating in the same arena (or neighboring landscapes) is inevitably much more extensive.

And so, we can begin to view competitors as invaluable resources rather than pesky rivals.

Here’s how.

The Perks of a Busy Market

Many startups enter an already-crowded market. That’s often seen as daunting, or even deal-breakingly negative.

It’s not.

In fact, entering an unexplored arena with no context is much more daunting.

The support that comes with having competitors may not be obvious at first, but it’s real.

By their mere presence, a competitor is already helping you carve out your category, make noise, and educate your users. They are legitimizing your idea, and proving there’s a market for it.

As Joel Gascoigne, CEO of Buffer puts it:

The real problem startups have is that most people don’t know about them.

Competition can help to shine light on the market, which is often actually more useful than if you were alone.

There are cautionary tales of businesses that became ‘victims of active inertia’ — lazy on their initial strong competitor-free success — and ultimately failed. And there are other businesses that, spurred on by new competitors, kicked their complacency habit to the curb.

That’s because strong competition is the ultimate accelerator. Each individual step forward counts as a step for everyone.

Would Nike still be the king of sportswear without Adidas snapping at their trainered-heels? What would Steve Jobs’ legacy be without Bill Gates? Would Salesforce’s boom be as resounding without Oracle pushing it along?

Competition strengthens, rather than weakens, a market. Companies striving for leadership and out-servicing each other to win customers generates tons of value. Plus, saturated markets are the most profitable. And if your business can thrive in a startup-crowded jungle, it can survive (almost) anything.

Peripheral Vision

The benefits of a competitive market aren’t reaped automatically. What you need is an all-encompassing awareness of the industry you’re in — its peaks and troughs, new players and old-timers, innovations and disasters.

This will keep you nimble and agile, particularly if, like me, you’re in a market that’s constantly shape-shifting and whizzing forward.

With peripheral vision of the big picture, you can steer fast and respond faster. And when you adopt this frame of mind, the competitive landscape turns into a goldmine of information to guide you forward.

But how do we tap into this competitive intelligence?

It boils down to three basic steps:

Gather data from a bunch of different websites

Analyze the data

Interpret the results

Of course, we do this kind of stuff all the time. The problem is, it tends to be a tedious, time-consuming process woven with endless opportunities for distraction — particularly as half of the relevant information will be buried under the noise of the internet.

And really, there are a ton of better ways we could be spending our work day. Humans aren’t great at dealing with large datasets. Machines are.

Enter bots — clever automated systems. By linking to, and communicating with, multiple APIs (Application Programming Interfaces), machines like our new digital assistant, GrowthBot, can help us map the landscape we’re operating in.

But the potential of automation goes further than this. Our capabilities as humans are finite, and often biased. As important as it is to stay on top of our industry’s trends and transformations, we’ll never be able to know it all ourselves.

That’s because we rely on the limited amount of information we’ve come across rather than a complete knowledge of our field (which would be impossible). Plus, we can’t plug in a new server when we reach our information-processing limits.

A smart machine, however, will be able to learn literally everything there is to know about an industry and its players.

It can then summarize and present the core content back to us, bringing us as close to being all-knowing, all-seeing experts as it’s possible to be.

Reducing Trial and Error

Here’s the thing: all businesses are testing the waters for someone else. It’s up to those who follow in their footsteps to capitalize on this.

By paying close attention, a trailing company can cleverly reap the benefits of someone else’s successes and failures.

That’s not as evil as it sounds. It’s basically common sense, or the ‘second-mover advantage’.

While the pioneer pays a steep price in creating the product category, the later entrant can learn from the experience of the pioneer, enjoying lower costs and making fewer mistakes as a result.

Imagine if Google hadn’t paid attention to the mistakes in Yahoo’s UI, or if Uber hadn’t exploited the public enthusiasm for Lyft?

Indeed, many of the world’s most successful businesses aren’t built on originality. Instead, they’re launched by entrepreneurs who simply saw a gap in an existing concept. Perhaps that gap was better branding, smarter customer service or elevated UX.

One example is the way Apple redefined and dominated the market for mobiles — a category which Motorola pioneered.

The point is, this success is built on the swift, agile following — and then improving — of an idea; not on being the first to execute it.

Similarly, you can come to a conclusion in seconds (for free) that it might have taken another business hundreds of hours and thousands of dollars to get to.

There are shortcuts everywhere when you start looking. Opportunities to reduce trial and error on the basis of someone else’s experience.

Maybe similar strategies will work for you, maybe they won’t. Either way, the more you know, the better-informed your future decisions will be.

Put simply: insights aren’t necessarily less useful when they’re second-hand.

Collective (Competitive) Intelligence

Collective intelligence within an industry is something we can all contribute to and benefit from, by pooling resources and building on what’s already been achieved.

Turning a potential battleground into a network, like in case of open-source software.

And along the road somewhere, your competitor could even become your collaborator: enter ‘coopetition’ (cooperative competition).

The big players have set the trend: Spot.IM has started using Facebook’s API, despite the fact that their goal is to keep users engaged on websites that aren’t Facebook. Apple and Microsoft joined forces on the licensing of mobile operating system features and patents. Google funded Mozilla’s Firefox. Arch-rivals Amazon and Apple teamed up to distribute Amazon’s e-books through the iPad’s Kindle app.

All these companies have the same target market, but they found that combining forces — rather than constantly trying to one-up each other — is a powerful tool. And this mindset can be put into practice on a smaller scale, too.

As long as we’re keen to grow, improve and adapt, there will always be value in questioning the tactics of businesses besides ourselves. Maybe the answers will surprise us, maybe they will inspire change.

Businesses like ours, yes; but also unrelated businesses we simply find interesting.

So no, it’s not about an unhealthy obsession with our competitors. But it’s not about shutting out those around us to create the mirage of an empty landscape, either.

It’s about curiosity, open-mindedness, a willingness to learn from others. And with the help of today’s AI, competitive intelligence can become a competitive advantage.

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Lobster with Pepsi logo 'tattoo' on its claw caught in Canada   A lobster caught in Canada with a Pepsi logo imprinted on its claw is drawing attention to the harmful impact rubbish can have on the ocean, conservationists say. The branded crustacean was trapped by a fishing crew off the Canadian island of Grand Manan, New Brunswick, on 21 November. Karissa Landstrand told CBC she was banding and loading lobsters into a crate for transportation to a buyer when she spotted the instantly recognisable red and blue logo of the fizzy drink .   “I can't say how he got it on,” Ms Lindstrand, who posted the image on Facebook, said. “It seemed more like a tattoo or a drawing on the lobster rather than something growing into it.” She told Canadian media it appeared as if the logo was “tattooed on the lobster’s claw”, causing a debate among the crew working on the boat, however she could not explain how it got there. “They believe that maybe there was a can in the bottom of the ocean and when [the lobster] was growing, it grew around the can,” said Ms Lindstrand, who has been lobster fishing for four years. Another speculated that cardboard Pepsi packaging may have been stuck on its claw for years, with Ms Landstrand adding it could be scraped off but was not paper. “This tells me that there is a lot of garbage in the ocean, if that’s what’s happening to the lobsters we get out from the water,” she added. Matthew Abbott, a marine program coordinator at the Conservation Council of New Brunswick, said it showed “garbage [is] infiltrating even into the deep water”. “I was surprised by unique turn of events that led to this lobster being imprinted with an image of a Pepsi can, but sadly not surprised that marine animals, even found at some depth, are coming into contact with human waste,” he told The Telegraph. “It certainly helps illustrate how widespread marine debris is. While we often think of marine debris as being on the surface it is indeed spread throughout the water column both as large pieces and micro-plastics. “This may have been a fairly harmless case, but often when marine animals come into contact with human rubbish the outcome is much worse.

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40 Notes on Japan (or How I Forgot to Wipe in the Land of the Rising Sun)

40 Notes on Japan (or How I Forgot to Wipe in the Land of the Rising Sun)

Around the New Years that transitioned between 2016 and 2017, I went to Japan with my girlfriend. These are things I noticed or thought worth noting…

The Japanese don't have a phrase they say after someone sneezes.

They have bootleg Kanye items with @caramelbobby-esque designs. (Which reminds me of people always jokingly saying, "I'm huge in Japan.")

I'm quickly realizing that if wearing fuzzy things were a religion, my girlfriend would devote her life to it.

Though the culture is very respectful and serious, a river of playful and adorable things run through the culture. Even animations on the subway are cuddly-looking.

In a restroom, a sign said: 'Please flush only toilet paper and what nature provides.' Which is the most poetic way I’ve ever heard that said.

I’m tall-ish, so I expected to hit my head in more places in Japan. Though I only ended up hitting my head in 2 places: leaving the Delta flight to Tokyo and on a stairway lamp in a shop in Daikanyama.

My girlfriend and I sat for an hour in Tsutaya Books' lovely upstairs cafe trying to figure out what is in a gimlet. We weren't able to remember, but it was the best drink we had in Japan.

I wish I had a guide for Japan called 'Places to Sit for an Hour'. It would feature wonderful places to feel a city's pace. Somewhere between visual feasts and a city's symphony, one could bathe in everything that isn't water. No photos because you should create your own picture of a place. Descriptions as encryptions, where each word helps you know more and less about each place. If I were to write a place, I'd start with the second-story Cafe of Tsutaya Books in Daikanyama. Each person gets surrounded by a kaleidoscopic background littered with literature. Text halos in sunshine, bound outlines in moonlight. Your ears meet taps, and trumpets, and loose pianos, and free fingers. Even the clanks of cups and steps of strangers keep time with the songs stretching out through the speakers. Darkened mirrors looks into other universes. 5000 yen gets you an hour of pleasure and a couple drinks.

Walking 12.7 miles in one day shouldn't he humanly possible. It definitely isn't humane. (Note: After this full day of walking and being fully exhausted, I considered walking down to the front desk to ask where I could get water. I had forgotten it came out of the faucet. And is after I just after showered.)

In Japan, noise feels like an art form. Studied, noted, and fully aware: it feels like everyone coos at the same frequency creating a friendly hum. People never really shout or boisterously laugh. Noise is almost always kept around a small choral swell of voices. Even stores that played Muzak seemed to never lose themselves to the human voice. When entering stores, the greetings from the salespeople seem to come out just barely above a whisper. The only truly loud noise I heard was a Lamborghini that seemed like it had lost its mother and was crying out. I'd assume even their chiseling jackhammers sound like lullabies that could put infant to sleep. 

Small Coke bottles are the heaviest I've felt at the size. They seem like they're at least twice the thickness of American bottles, and a few pounds each.

The taxis of Tokyo are like the Catholic's idea of the Holy Spirit, they are ever present. And when a door is opened to you, seemingly with magic, it is brightly lit with colorful LED beams.

My father would love this place because it's quiet, clean, and respectful.

The Japanese wear a lot of doctor’s masks for hygienic purposes. For that reason, it’s hard to feel as if you could be friends with anyone wearing one.

Though people who wear the masks are only supposed to be doing so when they are sick (I was told it was to protect others from their sickness), I haven't seen one person wearing a mask cough yet.

In the same way that people who wear doctor's lab coats perform better on tests, I wonder if people wearing doctor's masks here also feel smarter.

The masks aren't as stylish as I'd hope they'd be. Maybe because they throw them away after each day. Though, near the end of our trip My girlfriend found a store that sold animal-style masks that resembled their faces. I assume their for children and kid-ults.

New Years celebrations at the Shibuya Crossing were akin to NYC's Times Square.

Smoking still has its hand on the throat of Japan. It’s everywhere, but in a restrained way. There are smoking sections in trains and restaurants and coffee shops. Thankfully their sealed in little glass and metal bubbles. Except in bars, where it is everywhere.

All of their transit will say the directions in Japanese, then repeat them in English -- which makes getting around impossibly easy.

The babies of Japan seem to mostly be carried kangaroo-style in little front-side pouches, and almost exclusively by the men. (Also, my girlfriend noticed that they don’t see to support the child’s neck. The baby’s head just seems locked back, and all of the necks of the youth look fully normal. So there’s that.)

I was in Japan for 12 days and it wasn’t until 2 days before we left that I heard a baby cry for the first time there..

Lots of poster boards menus line the crowded streets. To keep the outer casing of the lights from burning passerby that bump the lights, they wrap the lights in aluminum foil (which doesn't keep heat) to keep people from burning themselves.

In the whole of the trip, I only heard one car honk its horn.

Cars don't have dents in Japan. Or rust. Or bumper stickers. Sometimes, they'll have stickers on their back window, but none seem humorous or accomplishment based (like Americans proud of running half-marathons).

The restrooms in all public train stations don't have soap.

I've noticed that Japan, like the USA, dances deeply with alcohol and energy drinks. They're everywhere and advertised as much. I wondered how a country so deeply seeped with tea would handle things like Monster Energy drinks -- and it appears they've given them the full embrace. They're in every shop and convenience machine I've seen. (Though I haven't seen Red Bull anywhere.) At our Ryokan, we were going to take a calligraphy class led by monks and they requested that we not have any alcohol before. But there were not limitations for caffeine, which I think equally shifts my mental-state, though obviously in a different direction.

I have a feeling in my gut that when I leave Japan, the thing I'll miss most is the silence. The Japanese seem to respect the Quiet in a way that I've never seen before.

The bullet trains of Japan can take you across the country in only a few hours. It's truly magical and slightly perplexing, especially since this is my first time riding one. The insides of each cart resemble essentially an airplane's economy-class on steroids. Leg room for Paul Bunyan, and windows the size of a manhole cover. The ride is absurdly smooth at all times, but at night the effect is even more stimulating. Lights—neon, iridescent, street corners, et cetera—fly by at an incredible speed. It’s like springtime for blossoming filaments. Black and then a hundred blips of warm and cool light with a few dashes of color, then black again with only your reflection in the window. The rural emptiness and jumbled metro, each expressed in moments as small as a few seconds. All across a horizon that can't be met but does feel known, filled with lights waving goodbye from a city previously visited. And because the tracks outside the bullet train aren't visible, it almost feels like you're riding on a bizarro air plane, being piloted by the a penultimate Yves-Klein bluest-of-blue Blue-Angel of aeronautics only 80 feet above the ground. It's sublime in the way only the most terrifying things can also be equally, if not more so, beautiful.

I haven't seen anyone kiss. I've seen a few young couples holding hands, though they could be foreigners visiting. Love is not in the ocular-air.

Slurping is accepted and encouraged with noodle dishes. What I want to know is: can someone be considered attractive for how well they slurp? (And is all slurping accepted, e.g. finishing a drink through a straw?)

I saw a visiting white traveler run out of pure excitement that he found a sparingly seen public trash can.

The only construction I've seen is for towers. Nothing on the ground or near it.

When you call somewhere, the ringing of the phone that the caller gets to hear sounds like a cooing pigeon.

People look good. Because 99.9% of them are svelte, their clothes look great on them. Bright colors are rare in fashion. I don't know if this a recent thing or something they've been at for a while. While in Japan, I wore a bright red coat and, at times, I felt like a garish sun burst.

Snoopy and Mickey and Minnie Mouse are everywhere. Mario is nowhere. I saw one Mario Run ad while I was here on the subway, and that was it. People don't even wear him on clothes. I didn't understand this at all.

Most major cities I’ve visited smell pretty bad. Especially in downtown areas. Piss, trash, spoiled food. Tokyo had none of that, at least where we were.

As an English speaker, adjusting to Japan phonetically was a little tough. None of their words remotely resemble ours.

It's a Coca-Cola country. It's everywhere, and in most restaurants. Whereas Pepsi is only found in vending machines.

The country is filled with toilets that handle everything for you (except for the actual going). The seat is warmed. Water is sprayed. Lots of options and mild initial confusion, but it was great once I accepted the toilet’s offerings. Though, when I returned home to Los Angeles, restrooms felt odd. Somehow, when confronted with the challenge of wiping, I'd forgotten what to do. Or at least lost my natural, well-practiced motion. The self-cleaning toilets of Japan left me too rectally adventurous, and now I had to pay for my own sins.

If you enjoyed this list, in some ways I wrote it because of Jan Chipchase’s 61 Glimpses of the Future.

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I realize I can't party like I used to

I realized this on my last visit home. Since moving to Florida I have lived a healthy lifestyle. I was a 2 liter a day Pepsi drinker which I gave up years ago. I also gave up smoking cigarettes, drinking heavily and staying out all night partying.

I now wake up every morning at       5 a.m. so I could be at the gym by 5:30 a.m. to work out for 2 hours. I eat right, I pack my own lunches everyday, I eat mostly chicken and fish and I hardly ever eat anything that taste good. On the weekends you can find me walking or running on the beach or riding my bike on the boardwalk. I also love yoga, I do meditation and I have very tried all sorts of different things to stay in shape like, pole dancing, arial yoga and ballroom dancing.

My whole lifestyle now is totally different from what it was before. Before I got married I had a problem with drugs and alcohol. I stayed out every night, I danced until dawn, I did every drug known to mankind. I ran my life reckless but you know how things change when you get married and have children.

I now realized my mortality and how I have the odds stacked against me because of my family history of heart attacks, so I decided to change. Was it easy? Nothing in life worth anything is easy but I did it. I now feel amazing, I have energy, my body feels good and I think I look good. This is been my lifestyle for the last 28 years, so when I went home, I'm partying with my friends who still party like I did 28 years ago and hell it took a toll on me.

I'm not used to staying up late, I go to bed by 10 p.m. I didn't exercise for the whole 10 days. 

I ate whatever, whenever I wanted to and I don't think I even saw a green vegetable or vegetable at all for that matter unless it was a garnish on my drinks. I drank way more then I probably drank all year here and trust and believe I felt like shit because of all of this.

I like feeling healthy, I even like getting up at 5 in the morning... okay, maybe not so much but I do it because of the feeling I get afterwards when I come home.  Partying like that made me feel sluggish, totally not feeling good, like when I am when I am exercising and eating right. Look, I get that my friends still have this way of life and if it works for them I'm happy for them but I realize that that is so not my life anymore.

I enjoy taking care of myself and yes, I do enjoy once in a great while, indulging on things that I normally don't. I always say all bets are off when I'm back in New York because I miss the food so much but in my world everything is in moderation. I can have that piece of pizza but I can't have the whole pie. I can have a cannoli but I can't have a half a dozen. I can have a drink I can't be doing shots in the bar until 3am. I care about my body, I care about my mental health and for me, that means I need to live this healthy lifestyle.

I could easily slip back down that rabbit hole, back into my addiction and I know how fast I can happen so for that reason alone I need to know my limits. If you read my blog you know I'm all for whatever gets you through your day, if partying every weekend is your thing, good for you, if that's what gets you through your day go for it. I'm just an advocate of what works for me, and for me a healthy lifestyle works. It makes me think better, it gives me more energy, it makes my whole day feel better and so I realize that I am no longer the party animal I once was and I wave the white flag and concede to that fact.

So today my friends remember it's okay to grow and change, you are no longer that person you once was. You have realize what works for you and what doesn't anymore and it's okay.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to run all this alcohol and food out of my system.

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