14 January 2011
Don't forget!
Dont forget my parallell (I have no idea how to spell that at one am in the morning) blog!
http://streetlightsandnightskies.blogspot.com/
http://streetlightsandnightskies.blogspot.com/
08 January 2011
I am not a piece of dirt!
Let me just tell you this before you keep on reading; heights not only scare me, they scare the.. err.. let’s say feces since this is for a public blog.
This day started like any other day. Me and my classmates doing morning yoga to greet the sun, putting on sunscreen and chill on the floor in my room listening to Bob Marley.
But it was not any other day. This was going to be a day when my heart was going beat about twice the amount of beats it does in a normal day.
When the ferry arrived in Sydney I saw it.
There it stood in all it’s magnificence, all it’s glory.
All its enormousness.
And it was going to get worse. How big I thought it was when I stood on the ground was nothing compared to what I was going to see when I was up at the top.
I was actually going to climb the Sydney harbor bridge.
We got all the safetygear on and my breath was getting faster and faster, but the staff was really nice and seemed to have experience with acrophobia.
When we were all strapped in and clipped to the stairs it was time to go.
One step.
Another step.
Don’t look down.
Do NOT look down.
And of course, I looked down. I felt nauseous and I felt how my jaw started to ache.
The path we were walking was called a runway. I could see why. Models are nauseous with hunger on the runways, I was nauseous with fear. I laughed at my silly little comparison in my head. It wasn’t really a very joyful laughter as you might understand.
As we kept on walking we came higher and higher.
When we reached the asphalt and the cars, I felt a lot better. It was almost like standing on solid ground again!
Then I realized something amazing. The arch we were walking on was made out of two meter wide solid steel.
The relief that I felt was like when you drink a chai latté on a really cold day, it warmed me all the way down to the stomach.
It was just solid stairs from here. The group I was walking with was great, and so so was the tourguide. He was able to keep our spirits up even though we were exhausted from all the steps.
After what felt like at least twenty thousand steps later, we were at the top.
It was high.
Really high.
High like a bunch of hippies at Woodstock 69’.
But I was happy.
Happy like a bunch of hippies at Woodstock 69’.
I felt like nothing could stop me. I was on top of the world. The best feeling was when a helicopter flew by and was about as high up in the air as we were.
It was the perfect moment for some Queen.
I wonder if me and A’ntonia were the first ones to sing “We are the champions” on top of the sydney harbor bridge. I don’t think so though, because it was so perfect for the moment.
What we probably were the first ones to do is the oompaa loompaa dance on the way down.
Once we were down, I was very proud of myself. I never thought that I was going to make it, and to be really honest, I had my moments when all I wanted to do was to turn around and walk back down. But I didn’t. Because, as Jonathan Lionheart says:
“There are things in life that you just have to do, otherwise you are not a human, just a little piece of dirt”.
This day started like any other day. Me and my classmates doing morning yoga to greet the sun, putting on sunscreen and chill on the floor in my room listening to Bob Marley.
But it was not any other day. This was going to be a day when my heart was going beat about twice the amount of beats it does in a normal day.
When the ferry arrived in Sydney I saw it.
There it stood in all it’s magnificence, all it’s glory.
All its enormousness.
And it was going to get worse. How big I thought it was when I stood on the ground was nothing compared to what I was going to see when I was up at the top.
I was actually going to climb the Sydney harbor bridge.
We got all the safetygear on and my breath was getting faster and faster, but the staff was really nice and seemed to have experience with acrophobia.
When we were all strapped in and clipped to the stairs it was time to go.
One step.
Another step.
Don’t look down.
Do NOT look down.
And of course, I looked down. I felt nauseous and I felt how my jaw started to ache.
The path we were walking was called a runway. I could see why. Models are nauseous with hunger on the runways, I was nauseous with fear. I laughed at my silly little comparison in my head. It wasn’t really a very joyful laughter as you might understand.
As we kept on walking we came higher and higher.
When we reached the asphalt and the cars, I felt a lot better. It was almost like standing on solid ground again!
Then I realized something amazing. The arch we were walking on was made out of two meter wide solid steel.
The relief that I felt was like when you drink a chai latté on a really cold day, it warmed me all the way down to the stomach.
It was just solid stairs from here. The group I was walking with was great, and so so was the tourguide. He was able to keep our spirits up even though we were exhausted from all the steps.
After what felt like at least twenty thousand steps later, we were at the top.
It was high.
Really high.
High like a bunch of hippies at Woodstock 69’.
But I was happy.
Happy like a bunch of hippies at Woodstock 69’.
I felt like nothing could stop me. I was on top of the world. The best feeling was when a helicopter flew by and was about as high up in the air as we were.
It was the perfect moment for some Queen.
I wonder if me and A’ntonia were the first ones to sing “We are the champions” on top of the sydney harbor bridge. I don’t think so though, because it was so perfect for the moment.
What we probably were the first ones to do is the oompaa loompaa dance on the way down.
Once we were down, I was very proud of myself. I never thought that I was going to make it, and to be really honest, I had my moments when all I wanted to do was to turn around and walk back down. But I didn’t. Because, as Jonathan Lionheart says:
“There are things in life that you just have to do, otherwise you are not a human, just a little piece of dirt”.
01 January 2011
Im in Sydney *innaproprieate word for female dog*!
The star has arrivedz! After like 32 hours of travel I am finally here!
Mood of today: Happy
Weather: Way too sunny and way too hot (in other words 27 degrees and Sun)
Time to be egoistic; if you are not interested in what I do or my life - please don't keep reading.
My family and I are at the moment staying in an apartment in Manley, a suburb of Sydney. This suburb has like one shopping street that is like 50 meters or something. And that's it. Other than that there are two beaches, one that is very close to the house and one on the other end of the shopping street.
The other beach is really big and if you are person who likes beaches (in other words not me) you'd think it is amazing.
I can not say that it is not beautiful when the turquoise waves roll in, one by one to create a symphony that will flush away all of our troubles.
Only if it wasn't so hot.
When I came to the beach the first time (the whole suburb is basically beach, and people wear their bikinis in the streets), I thought "how can everybody be so skinny here"? Because earlier that day, I had been to the supermarket, and I tried to find food such as plain yoghurt, unsalted nuts and other GI friendly things.
It was really hard to find and when I finally had found everything and went to pay, it ended up costing a minor fortune.
Long story short, being healthy here is hard.
Anyway. At new years eve (yesterday) the city was crowded, everybody seemed to be outside. And then I realized; there are way more bigger people here than there are skinny people, but they stay inside.
And it is not hard to understand why.
Because who wants to show their body like that when media is constantly throwing at us that we should look good, otherwise we shouldn't show at all.
This is just terrible because you can't really become healthy if you stay inside.
This pisses me off!
Movies choose beautiful actors and actresses for the main roles. Commercials and ads are telling us that if we just buy their product, we can become just as happy and beautiful as the retouched and plastic people in the ad. Even a big part of the music industry is telling us that if you just have love, then everything will be okay.
DON'T LISTEN! No matter what you see, or hear, beauty is not going to make you happier, nor is the unnecessary crap in ads. The only thing that is going to make you happier is self esteem and the ability to be pleased with your life and like what you've got.
The only part of this post that you really should read is the red part, the rest is more for me, so it is kinda crappy - Editors note (who else?) -
Mood of today: Happy
Weather: Way too sunny and way too hot (in other words 27 degrees and Sun)
Time to be egoistic; if you are not interested in what I do or my life - please don't keep reading.
My family and I are at the moment staying in an apartment in Manley, a suburb of Sydney. This suburb has like one shopping street that is like 50 meters or something. And that's it. Other than that there are two beaches, one that is very close to the house and one on the other end of the shopping street.
The other beach is really big and if you are person who likes beaches (in other words not me) you'd think it is amazing.
I can not say that it is not beautiful when the turquoise waves roll in, one by one to create a symphony that will flush away all of our troubles.
Only if it wasn't so hot.
When I came to the beach the first time (the whole suburb is basically beach, and people wear their bikinis in the streets), I thought "how can everybody be so skinny here"? Because earlier that day, I had been to the supermarket, and I tried to find food such as plain yoghurt, unsalted nuts and other GI friendly things.
It was really hard to find and when I finally had found everything and went to pay, it ended up costing a minor fortune.
Long story short, being healthy here is hard.
Anyway. At new years eve (yesterday) the city was crowded, everybody seemed to be outside. And then I realized; there are way more bigger people here than there are skinny people, but they stay inside.
And it is not hard to understand why.
Because who wants to show their body like that when media is constantly throwing at us that we should look good, otherwise we shouldn't show at all.
This is just terrible because you can't really become healthy if you stay inside.
This pisses me off!
Movies choose beautiful actors and actresses for the main roles. Commercials and ads are telling us that if we just buy their product, we can become just as happy and beautiful as the retouched and plastic people in the ad. Even a big part of the music industry is telling us that if you just have love, then everything will be okay.
DON'T LISTEN! No matter what you see, or hear, beauty is not going to make you happier, nor is the unnecessary crap in ads. The only thing that is going to make you happier is self esteem and the ability to be pleased with your life and like what you've got.
The only part of this post that you really should read is the red part, the rest is more for me, so it is kinda crappy - Editors note (who else?) -
22 November 2010
Health
What exactly is health?
Biologists and personal trainers would maybe agree that it is having a healthy body, while as for psychologists and shrinks, I'm sure they would agree that it is much more than that.
I have been thinking a lot about this, and here is my story.
Now, it is time. Time to do something.
I have to do one of the hardest tasks I think I've faced so far, ever.
Trying to reach a healthy weight, and reaching a healthy body image at the same time.
In other words - becoming healthy.
My plan about loosing weight is not that important, what happens happens, but it is not going to be that interesting to read about. What is important when trying to loose weight is to reward yourself every now and then.
You don't want to live your life eating fiber flakes, every now and then you can eat the frosties, just not every day. I try to limit my selfrewardings to once a week.
But that is not too important.
What Is important, and what I want you to read and spread to your friends, family, anybody, is to keep a good body image. What you must realize though is that it will not happen quickly.
You have to be patient.
With the patience matter, I got a really good advice.
The advice that I got was: No numbers.
Whatever you do, no numbers. It is when you start counting the kilos and the calories that you will get a worse body image. You will think "why did I eat that?" or "why am I not loosing weight quickly enough?".
You will see the improvement anyways, you will feel it. When you eat healthy, you know it, and by knowing that, a chemical process in your brain will start producing rewarding chemicals and you will feel happier, the same for working out.
Love yourself! These are a few tricks to help you on the way.
*BMI = Body Mass Index. A way of measuring weight and length to get an idea of the ideal weight. What the BMI doesn't count in though is for an example of a person is very muscular, or as for me, has very wide shoulders, therefore, be careful, it is not trustworthy.
Biologists and personal trainers would maybe agree that it is having a healthy body, while as for psychologists and shrinks, I'm sure they would agree that it is much more than that.
I have been thinking a lot about this, and here is my story.
During the last year, my confidence has been at the bottom. Completely rock bottom, I wouldn't wear tanktops and I would dress in clothes that were too big, so that I could hide myself in them.
Eating and sleeping healthy was never a problem, my mother would help me with eating healthy dinners, in school, our lunches weren't too good and we had no cafeteria, so we were more or less forced to eat salad.
I was never skinny, my BMI* has, as long as I've been knowing what it is, been higher than average, but still not over the top for overweight.
As my confidence improved, I gained weight.
Simply because I stopped thinking about what I put in my mouth and lived my life to the fullest.
What I forgot though, was the fact that everybody is different, and just because my friends can eat pastries and sweets everyday without gaining weight and destroying their teeth, doesn't mean that I can.
Nature just isn't fair like that.
I was soon at the medical definition of overweight, and the clothes I once had bought to hide in were now actually fitting me, and some were even becoming tight.
So there I was, with a body covered in stretchmarks and the realization that "I am fat".
The honeymoon was over. Time to start changing lifestyle. Easy.
Or not. Living life "on the go" makes it really hard to find any time to work out, it also gives you a very limited choice when it comes to food.
Another matter to count in is the fact that I am only 15 years old, trying my best to take care of myself, it is not always the easiest. I don't eat candy, but it is hard to eat milk with healthy grain flakes for breakfast when there is white bread with jam to choose if I so preferred.
Now, it is time. Time to do something.
I have to do one of the hardest tasks I think I've faced so far, ever.
Trying to reach a healthy weight, and reaching a healthy body image at the same time.
In other words - becoming healthy.
My plan about loosing weight is not that important, what happens happens, but it is not going to be that interesting to read about. What is important when trying to loose weight is to reward yourself every now and then.
You don't want to live your life eating fiber flakes, every now and then you can eat the frosties, just not every day. I try to limit my selfrewardings to once a week.
But that is not too important.
What Is important, and what I want you to read and spread to your friends, family, anybody, is to keep a good body image. What you must realize though is that it will not happen quickly.
You have to be patient.
With the patience matter, I got a really good advice.
The advice that I got was: No numbers.
Whatever you do, no numbers. It is when you start counting the kilos and the calories that you will get a worse body image. You will think "why did I eat that?" or "why am I not loosing weight quickly enough?".
You will see the improvement anyways, you will feel it. When you eat healthy, you know it, and by knowing that, a chemical process in your brain will start producing rewarding chemicals and you will feel happier, the same for working out.
Love yourself! These are a few tricks to help you on the way.
- Try not to look in mirrors, at all. If you have a pocket mirror in your bag, take it out.
- When you do look in mirrors, think about what you like with yourself.
- Wearing make-up is not a crime, neither is straightening your hair or even wearing "body shapers" If something makes you feel pretty, wear it.
- Always believe that you are good enough, because you are.
*BMI = Body Mass Index. A way of measuring weight and length to get an idea of the ideal weight. What the BMI doesn't count in though is for an example of a person is very muscular, or as for me, has very wide shoulders, therefore, be careful, it is not trustworthy.
wow..
This is one of the best blogs I've ever read. I recommend you to go and read it, and maybe even follow, I find it hard to believe that this girl is attending high school, and already has the ability to write and think the way she apparently does.
http://waterpuddlesandcastles.tumblr.com/
http://waterpuddlesandcastles.tumblr.com/
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