Amanda Jane is a 30-year-old writer, social media lover and pop-culture obsessed adult*. While she isn't working on her novel, she enjoys watching television shows, wondering about the YouTube business model for vloggers, movies and reading any books she can get her hands on. She might be made up of 20% coffee and 80% sarcasm.
*An adult when her parents are looking.
My tortoise Ozzy just had her 4th birthday, so I made her a watermelon and cantaloupe layered cake with carrot candles. She had zero respect for my presentation.
Nothing makes me happier than stories that have ‘fake dating/marriage’ or ‘Soul marks’ or ‘Soul bonding’.
Anytime I see a Robert and Aaron story with either of those things?
I find myself getting angry over little things. Things that don’t matter in the scheme of things. There are legitimate reasons to be angry but not over fandom or anything else.
This is me actively trying to stay positive about fandom things. Remove myself from conversations that get me irrationally angry. Walk away from any unnecessary drama.
Concentrate on the things I love. What I see the good in. Yes, I will criticize things that seem off or if something upsets me but that’s it. Not sticking to that negative thinking. Once its out there its out there and I will move on.
So, the first day of the new diet. I weighed myself in so I had a real starting weight. I know where I stand. I could be sad at how far I let things go but I refuse to let it upset me.
Just motivate me.
So, I woke up and decided to do the first thing I remember being good at two years ago. Listening to my stomach. Not my head. Not my heart. They say to eat and eat and eat. My stomach has to carry that weight. I grabbed some coffee and let my stomach decide what I wanted for breakfast. After a few sips, I found I wasn’t super hungry.
Normally I would have a bagel with lots of cream cheese and lox. Eat to the point where I felt uncomfortable. I stopped listening to my stomach.
Tiny step in the morning. I hope to keep making those steps as the week goes on.
