I gave my soapbox speech about how weight loss is mostly bullshit to two different patients in a row yesterday and so help me I’m pretty sure one of these days someone is going to say “but SURELY you agree I’d be HEALTHIER if I lost weight!” bc you can see the disbelief in their eyes. And like. Sure, maybe! You might see some improvement in biomarkers like LDL and A1c, and your knees would probably feel better. But you would be amazed at how much more good you can do for yourself by focusing on things you can actually meaningfully change without resorting to making yourself miserable. Eat more fresh fruits and vegetables—it’s hard bc they’re more difficult to prepare and more expensive per calorie and go bad faster than other foods, but they’re what we evolved eating the most of so they’re what our bodies need the most of. And walk around more; sure, cardio is great for you, but if it sucks so bad you don’t do it, it isn’t doing shit for you. And we evolved to walk very very long distances, a little bit at a time, so our bodies respond actually very well to adding walks into our schedules, which is vastly easier than adding workouts that are frankly designed to be punishing when the definition of punishing is “makes you less likely to do it again in the future.”
You get one life. It is shorter than you can begin to imagine. Don’t waste it hating yourself because somebody is going to make money off that self-hatred. You deserve better than to be a cash cow for billionaires who pay aestheticians and dermatologists to make them (or at least their trophy wives) look thin and beautiful no matter what they actually do.
Dying over this fucking cookie man good lord
CRK shippers these past few updates be like:
I'll talk about Hollyberry's avoidance and alcoholism later. The update made me emotional, so let me have this to cope rn
Update: By popular demand, I have added "Hot stuff" and Shadow Mik X Eternal Sugar
so can we start hunting down white liberals now or what
Great soup even
When two characters are dancing around their very obvious feelings for one another. And it’s the night before the big fight. Either of them could very well die. They both know this. One confesses their feelings, the one who’s usually so quiet, so pent up because this love isn’t something they think they deserve. And the other is overjoyed, ready to catch up on years spent pining hopefully from the sidelines. And then the battle happens. The confessor nearly dies. It comes to light they only confessed because they fully intended to die and didn’t want their lover to not know how they really felt. So now they have to navigate this aftermath. How do you deal with knowing your lover loves you, but not enough to live for you? Good soup….
Just because I love you, doesn't mean that's enough for anything.
I adore you, I always will. Goodness knows why I do.
After every little betrayal, after every little hurt. After every person gone, after every person come.
I long for you. More than words will ever tell.
Im not good at being older than I am. I'm not an "old soul" nor am I any ounce of mature. I'm aware of that. Very much aware. But im also aware that I love you. Which is why you're not here now. Because I won't let you hurt yourself. Because I love you. I will love you forever until the day I perish.
God, do I miss you. Do you miss me, too? Or are you still angry at me?
The Thing (1982)|| Horror Fanatic || 18 || Hopeless Romantic (He/Him)
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