tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57594558492485594312024-03-13T08:40:36.452-07:00just me. abp.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12313431733494384954noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759455849248559431.post-72200461239518752112017-01-02T17:52:00.000-08:002017-01-02T17:52:16.200-08:00january run+workout.<b><span style="font-size: large;">happy new year, everyone!</span></b> I know that 2016 was <strike>the worst</strike>, <strike>unimaginable</strike>, <strike>horrific</strike> not the best, here's to hoping 2017 is better!<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">adrienne. </span></b>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12313431733494384954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759455849248559431.post-33415670747981220152016-10-16T20:51:00.000-07:002016-10-16T20:51:27.438-07:00lupus and ABP<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">hi everyone!</span></b><br />
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<b>i hope you're enjoying my favorite season of all: fall! </b>There are few things I love more than crisp air, those October-blue skies, and the sudden burst of flame-colored leaves falling to the ground.<br />
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<b>in all the autumnal glory, i thought i'd give an update. </b>Back in February, I shared with you all (the few people who actually read this blog) that I have rheumatoid arthritis. Getting diagnosed with RA, almost a year ago, was pretty harsh news. At 24 years old, I thought my life was over.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">but then, another bomb dropped.</span></b><br />
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<b>lupus.</b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">i have lupus. </span></b>Before the numb fingers and toes, swollen achey joints, hair loss, fevers, and random rashes, I had absolutely no idea what lupus was. And now almost a year later, I feel like I've barely touched the surface of how deep this disease goes.<br />
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<b>lupus is an autoimmune disease. I</b>t's not an STD, it's not contagious, and it's technically not going to kill me. Unlike some acquired diseases, lupus is essentially an overactive immune system. My body thinks that my tissues and organs are foreign bodies, and so it attacks them and damages them beyond repair. If anything, my immune system is an over-achiever in self-defense. A for effort, I guess.<br />
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<b>my immune system cannot decipher between the good and bad. </b>There's no difference between the flu, and my healthy working kidneys. To my immune system, my joints are the same as the common head cold. According to my body, my 20/20 vision is just as bad as strep throat. Every living bodily cell is bad when you have lupus.<br />
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<b>the medications and doctors visits are endless.</b> To date, I'm on 10 daily, maintenance medications. Twice a day. On average, I see three specialists a month (with the increased insurance copay). When I'm flaring up, you can usually throw in some Prednisone or steroid titration packs into the mix, just to get me over the hump. This doesn't include the vitamins, minerals, and other supplements I take. This last week I've been living with walking-pneumonia, bronchitis, and a sinus infection. That's 3 more medications I have to take, just to manage the annual seasonal yuck.<br />
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<b>the planning is just as endless, too. </b>I've had to learn to "plan for the unexpected". That fun day trip to the theme-park? Not gonna happen. The weeklong beach vacation with the boyfriend? I'll be in bed half the time. That midterm? Hope I can make it up. Even just the process of daily living is too hard, sometimes.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>you never know what you have until it's gone.</b> </span>Not just prolific lyrics or poetry lines.<br />
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<b>after my chest x-rays and exams this week</b>, I came home to my mom, who was eagerly awaiting what the doctors had to say. I turned the kettle on, pulled out some tea, and told her their prognosis.<br />
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<b>and then i sobbed.</b> I cried; hard, hot, intense, angry. I bawled. It was the kind of gasping cry; the kind that only comes out, deep down from the depths of your heart, from pure defeat and frustration.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">"i can't remember the last time i <i>wasn't</i> sick," i told her. </span></b><br />
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f<b>or the last year I've spent no more than 6 weeks without a flare up of my lupus</b>, RA, or experiencing the common bug everyone's bound to catch. Yes, some of my flare ups are stress related. And yes, I can control some of my stress. But until you experience the stress you get from stressing about your illness, it's hard to give any sort of guidance or reprieve.<br />
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<b>so don't tell me to relax</b> and try to de-stress myself, because Lord knows I'm trying. Don't ask me about my protein. I can promise you I'm getting enough of it.Don't ask me if I'm taking my multi-vitamin, and insinuate that I'm under-nourishing myself. Don't tell me it could be worse, when I am fully aware of the blessings I <i>do</i> have. And most importantly...<br />
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<b>don't cry for me. </b>I am the only one who gets to cry, because this is <i>my </i>life and <i>my </i>experience. . You can cry for me when I'm gone. I don't need tears. When I'm down in my deepest depths of pain, resentment, and frustration, the only thing I need is support.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">so support me when i'm my at my worst. </span></b><br />
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<b>tell me i'm much stronger than i ever thought i could would be. </b>Tell me I'm beautiful when my hair is falling out and I'm too weak to care for myself. Tell me some good news, when everything I've heard that day is everything less than bleak. Tell me I'm still mildly brilliant, when my lupus fog has clouded my brain so much that I can't articulate my thoughts and feelings.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">tell me you love me, when I least deserve it. </span></b><br />
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<b>because your support and strength is the <i>only</i> thing i can count on. </b><br />
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<b>lupus research is in it's infancy. </b>There are a few trials currently being conducted, in order to mange the disease. The key word is <i>manage</i>. The general consensus is that lupus is genetic; and being adopted only complicates the process. I'm open to any thoughts, ideas, or recommendations because... This is my life on the line. Again, lupus won't kill me. It'll probably be pneumonia, the flu, or something of the sort. But I'll be sticking around for the long term. Because as my mom once said...<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">"If you don't keep moving forward, then what's the point?"</span></b><br />
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<b>a million thanks, and even more love. </b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">my name is adrienne. </span></b><b><span style="font-size: large;">and I have rheumatoid arthritis. </span></b></div>
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<b>over the last 8 months I've been struggling</b> with constant pain in most of my joints. In hindsight, I've made the slow progression through levels of pain for the last 18 months, but the intensity peaked in August of 2015. The pain started in my pinkies in the fall/winter of 2014. At first I thought it was from constant txting (could be), and then I thought it was because of the constant cold (probably). The pain would come on early in the morning and late in the evening, so it wasn't enough to notice... in the beginning.<br />
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<b>as the months progressed,</b> and the weather warmed, my joint pain gradually increased. I was running around constantly with work, traveling with friends, and training for another half marathon. Again, I contributed the pinky pain to txting and being on the go. But then I started having pain in my toes. Somewhat naively, I thought I kept spraining my big toes in yoga (which I've totally done, multiple times). I thought my other toes ached from the 30-40mile training I was doing weekly. It didn't faze me for a while.<br />
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<b>that was until the swelling set in. </b>Towards the end of July and early part of August, my hands had ballooned. My finger pain had spread to all of my digitals, and the pain in my toes spread to my feet and ankles. But the swelling was the worst. My size 8.5 Asics were so tight that my circulation was being cut off. It too was painful to type on the key board. I couldn't wear any rings or watches. Opening jars and turning round door handles was almost impossible. Dicing and mincing veggies and herbs was out of the question. I broke 3 glasses in one week.<br />
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<b>the pain, swelling, and inability to manage simple daily tasks</b> wasn't what brought me into the doctor's office. It was my asthma. I was diagnosed with asthma when I was 14; up until that point I had had 5 years of controlled asthma under my belt, with the latter 2 living without the need for a daily corticosteroidal inhaler. All of a sudden, though, I couldn't breath. I was waking myself up wheezing and coughing every night, and couldn't run a half mile without needing my rescue inhaler. So straight to the pulmonologist I went. After explaining my breathing issues, and the physical exam, my physician asked me if I had any other aches and pains that needed to be addressed. I told him about my joint pain and swelling, and he ordered some blood work. Thank goodness he did.<br />
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<b>about 5 days later, my doctor calls.</b> He said my rheumatoid factor was double what it should be... for a 50 year old. He sent off my labs to my GP, who referred me to a rheumatologist.<br />
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<b>after seeing the rheumatologist,</b> and doing more blood work and x-rays, I finally had a concrete diagnosis. Rheumatoid Arthritis (RA for short). As soon as I was diagnosed, I was immediately started on RA protocol.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">having a tangible, albeit unexpected, diagnosis</span></b> to my months pain made me feel exponentially better. But I'd be lying to say I'm alright.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">it sucks. </span></b>It really sucks. Having RA at 25 years old, is almost soul crushing. I haven't been able to do so many of the things I love to do: run, bike, practice yoga, knit, ski, blog. These things that I love, my favorite things, make up so much of who I am. Not being able to do them has made me feel like I've lost so much of my identity. All because of this disease. I never know how I will feel, day to day. On my best days, I have deep but dampened pain in my fingers and toes. On my worst days, getting out of bed is too much.<br />
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<b>seeing the glass half full is a constant struggle. </b>RA is not a death sentence; it is not cancer, it is not paralyzing, it is not world-ending but... Being optimistic sometimes feels impossible. I'm my toughest critic and my biggest hater, so staying positive is a constant battle between my self, my reality, and acknowledging any silver lining.<br />
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<b>the struggle has been real.</b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">but there are so many things to be grateful and thankful for. </span></b><br />
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<b>first, my friends.<span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b>They have let me whine, cry, scream, and yell my frustrations about my situation and diagnosis way past being blue in the face. They have called me from Florida, txted me from Chicago, wrote me from New Jersey, and visited me from down the street. They've made the time and effort to reach out and make sure I'm okay. I've said it before, but I have the best friends in the world. And for that, I'm thankful.<br />
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<b>second, my coworkers. </b>When you work in the medical field, your job is to take care of your patients. Never did I expect to be taken care of by my coworkers. Every day the techs, nurses, clinicians, and physicians check in on me to see how I'm doing. They always ask how I'm feeling, if I need help, and how they can help. If I can't lift a patient on my own, they're always there to help bear the weight. If I'm exhausted and feeling down, they're always there with a cup of tea and encouraging words. Having such a loving and caring work family makes all the difference when you're aching to the core. And for that, I'm grateful. </div>
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<b>third, and most importantly, my family.</b> The amount of work my parents have put in to finding answers, accommodating, and encouraging me is insurmountable. They help in any and all ways they can; driving me to doctors appointments, making my bed in the morning, packing lunches, bringing me water to take my meds, giving me a little bit of extra love when I need it. Being a parent is the hardest job in the entire world, so the fact that they have gone over and beyond their basic duties is something I will forever be indebted to them for. And for that, I'm thankful.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">the last year has been one of the hardest of my life.</span> </b>It has been full of pain, frustration, and questioning. It's bent my faith, and dulled my self-esteem.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">but it hasn't broken me.</span></b> I am far from broken.<br />
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<b>my experience with rheumatoid arthritis has changed me. </b><br />
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rheumatoid arthritis has made me <b>patient.</b><br />
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rheumatoid arthritis has made me <b>resilient.</b><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>rheumatoid arthritis</b> has made me <b>stronger </b>than I ever could have been. </span><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">adrienne. </span></b>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12313431733494384954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759455849248559431.post-52069501364671454482016-01-01T12:43:00.000-08:002016-01-01T12:48:33.803-08:00january run+workout.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">happy new year everyone!</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">after a few months of not being able to do much of anything</span></b> besides work and rest, I'm finally back at it.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">and as so many of us commit to </span></b>a "new year, new me" i thought I'd start off the resolutions right...<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">with the very first <a href="http://8tracks.com/adrienne-porter1/january-run-workout" target="_blank">run+workout</a> playlist of 2016!</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">as always</span></b>, there's a little bit of everything for everyone. Hope you enjoy!<br />
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<li>cake by the ocean, DNCE</li>
<li>flux, Bloc Party</li>
<li>power, Kanye West</li>
<li>you, Galantis</li>
<li>as long as you love me, Justin Bieber</li>
<li>something big, Shawn Mendes</li>
<li>me & my girls, Fifth Harmony</li>
<li>something in the way you move, Ellie Goulding</li>
<li>send it up, Kanye West</li>
<li>sorry, Justin Bieber</li>
<li>tied up, Casey Veggies</li>
<li>try me, Jason Derulo</li>
<li>transmission, Zedd</li>
<li>love you right, Matoma</li>
<li>a sky full of stars, Coldplay</li>
<li>levels, Nick Jonas</li>
<li>roses, The Chainsmokers</li>
<li>same old love, Selena Gomez</li>
<li>love myself, Hailee Seinfeld</li>
<li>the fix, Nelly</li>
<li>waiting for you, Demi Lovato</li>
<li>magnets, Disclosure</li>
<li>pay my rent, DNCE</li>
<li>keep on dancin', Ellie Goulding</li>
<li>679, Fetty Wap</li>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12313431733494384954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759455849248559431.post-12989838702509671832015-10-15T10:08:00.000-07:002015-10-15T10:08:04.396-07:00kayla itsine & a new routine.<span style="font-size: large;"><b>recently i've been going through some health issues.</b></span> And it's barred me from working out for the last 2.5 months.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">it's really starting to get to me.</span></b> Working out is very cathartic for me; it's my release, my therapy, my me-time. Not being able to work out is hard, but not being able to run is brutal.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">i'm not as strong as I used to be</span>.</b> Physically and mentally. And I'm not ok with that.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">luckily, things are changing</span>.</b> The meds I'm on are slowing and blunting the negatives, and I'm finally starting to feel myself again and feeling positive. So upwards and onwards!<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">and on to new things</span>!</b> I've been searching for a different workout regimen that will give me a little more of a challenge, and all everyone can talk about is this BBG.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">that's the <a href="http://www.kaylaitsines.com/collections/guides" target="_blank">Bikini Body Guide</a></span></b>, to all of us out of the know! It was designed by this awesome Aussie trainer<b> <a href="http://www.kaylaitsines.com/pages/about-us" target="_blank">Kayla Itsines</a></b>. She designed the programs specifically for the female body and all of our trouble zones: bum, tum, and legs.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">after stalking her and her cult following on <a href="https://instagram.com/just_me_abp/" target="_blank">insta</a></span></b>, i've been blown away by all of the BBG users' journeys and progress. Unlike a lot of the workouts and lifestyles out there, Kayla's breeds lean and healthy results. Check out the #bbg hashtag <a href="http://instagram.com/explore/tags/bbg/" target="_blank">here</a>!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">source: kayla itsines.</td></tr>
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<b>so far, I'm sold!!! </b><br />
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<b>have any of you tried it? What are your thoughts?!</b><br />
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<b>stay tuned, lovelies! </b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">xo, </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">adrienne. </span></b>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12313431733494384954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759455849248559431.post-3596850468396102172015-10-07T10:05:00.001-07:002015-10-11T17:39:31.800-07:00the best (vegan) applesauce you've ever had. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">one of the best perks about living in michigan</span></b><span style="font-size: large;">: apple season!!</span><br />
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<b>growing up, we had a few apple trees on our property.</b> I can remember picking an apple to nosh on my way to school, making apple jam and butter with my Nana, and falling out of the branches one too many times.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">one of my favorite things to make in the fall is homemade apple sauce.</span> </b>I can't eat raw apples anymore (God decided to bless me with a severe allergy to them, but we'll save that story for another day), so I get my apple fix via some good old sauce. </div>
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<li>a whole bunch of apples (fuji apples are my favorite), 3lbs oughtta do it. </li>
<li>1 tsp. cinnamon</li>
<li>1/2 tsp. powdered ginger</li>
<li>1/4 tsp. nutmeg</li>
<li>1/4 tsp. instant espresso</li>
<li>1 vanilla bean (curds)</li>
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<li>cutting board</li>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">1. peel the apples</span></b>, and then rinse them off with cold water. While you're peeling all of the apples, place the ones you've already peeled in a bowl of cold water. This helps them stay fresh and crisp.</div>
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">xo,</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">adrienne. </span></b></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12313431733494384954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759455849248559431.post-86578186283125486642015-09-25T20:22:00.001-07:002015-09-25T20:26:10.510-07:00sometimes things don't go your way.<b><span style="font-size: large;">... and when they don't, it's hard not to feel defeated. </span></b><br />
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<b>what's worse than that:</b> when these things are completely outside of your control. Having control over our bodies, our actions, and our environments gives us peace; knowing the general outcome of events allots us predictability. And predictability breeds comfort.<br />
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<b>losing that peace and warmth</b>, though, will rock you to your core. Especially when you know you've done everything right, up to this very moment, in order to <i>prevent</i> something like this from happening.<br />
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<b>but you find yourself in this free fall </b>where, just like the Rabbit Hole, you don't know where or when you'll land. All you know is you are not where you are supposed to be, not where you ever thought you would be in your wildest dreams.<br />
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<b>and then you hit the bottom.</b> Just like an actual fall, you get hit with the heaviness that you know is coming but is still shocking, nonetheless. You stay there for a moment, allowing the impact to register. And that's when you feel everything shatter.<br />
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<b>it starts as one tiny fraying sliver of yourself</b>, but before you know it, you're in a million pieces. Some pieces are bigger than others, but you fear never being able to find those small but significant fragments again.<br />
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<b>you see these pieces lying shattered</b> and sprawled out in front of you. And with all of the predictability, control, and love of self... you still don't know where to begin.<br />
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<b>or how to begin.</b><br />
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<b>or when to begin. </b><br />
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<b>but you know you <i>have</i> to.</b> You have to pick up the shards of you, all of them, and put yourself together again. Unlike the nursery rhyme, though, you don't have all the kings horses nor all the kings men to come to your aid and swiftly put you back together again.<br />
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<b>you do, however, have purpose. </b>Because there's no way the universe would hit you with such damaging offense without a reason.<br />
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<b>and that reason is to share your story. </b><br />
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<b>by sharing your story</b>, you are sharing your strength.<br />
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<b>you are sharing all of the big pieces</b> of yourself that make you who you are.<br />
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<b>you are sharing the strain you endured</b> through your journey of not knowing if you're putting the correct pieces in the right places.<br />
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<b>you're sharing the energy</b> you had to put out in the face of possible defeat.<br />
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<b>you're sharing the scars</b> you'll bare, but will eventually heal all by yourself.<br />
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<b>you're sharing the faith you have</b> that those tiny shards of yourself you lost will be replaced by even stronger, smarter, and significant ones.<br />
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<b>you're sharing who you truly are</b>. And after fighting this battle, who you actually are now is a hundred times better than who you used to be.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">because you are a survivor. </span></b>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12313431733494384954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759455849248559431.post-24702085049636629312015-09-08T10:46:00.001-07:002015-09-08T10:46:31.090-07:00september run+workout playlist.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">my favorite running spot: along Lake Michigan! Bay Harbor, Petoskey, Michigan.</td></tr>
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<b>september is here, which means perfect running weather is too.</b> I love September, almost as much as I love October. September is always about returning to the routine, comfort, and the crispness of fall. It's not too hot, and never too cold. Most importantly, it's low humidity which is my own personal hell when it comes to working out.<br />
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<b>so, after a little summer-season hiatus</b>, here's a new run+workout playlist!</div>
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<b>as per usual</b>, there's a little bit of everything and definitely a little bit of something for everyone.<br />
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<a href="http://8tracks.com/adrienne-porter1/september-run-workout" target="_blank"><b>september run+workout playlist</b></a></div>
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<li>Radioactive, Imagine Dragons</li>
<li>Somewhere to Run, Krewella</li>
<li>Survivor, Destiny's Child</li>
<li>Talking Body, Tove Love</li>
<li>Stronger, Britney Spears</li>
<li>Shake it, Metro Station</li>
<li>Drag Me Down, One Direction</li>
<li>HeadBand (Coucheron Remix), B.o.B</li>
<li>Tonight is the Night, Outasight</li>
<li>Compass, Lady Antebellum</li>
<li>Somebody To You, The Vamps</li>
<li>Ugly Heart, G.R.L.</li>
<li>Transmission, Zedd</li>
<li>Wrecking Ball (Caked Up Remix), Miley Cyrus</li>
<li>Cool for the Summer, Demi Lovato</li>
<li>Vacation, Thomas Rhett</li>
<li>Levels, Nick Jonas</li>
<li>Love Myself, Hailee Steinfeld</li>
<li>Don't It, Billy Currington</li>
<li>Hood Go Crazy, Tech N9ne</li>
<li>Friday Night, Eric Paslay</li>
<li>So Good, B.o.B</li>
<li>Danza Kuduro, Don Omar & Lucenzo</li>
<li>I Like Tuh, Carnage</li>
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(oh, and <a href="http://8tracks.com/adrienne-porter1/september-run-workout" target="_blank">here's</a> the link to the playlist on 8tracks!)<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">r<b>un on and enjoy the early fall colors,</b></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">my love for running is no secret.</span> </b>I love the way it makes me feel, and what it does for my heart and body. Rain, snow, or gale force winds won't stop me. I wish I could do it all the time but alas Usain Bolt I am not. </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>being a runner, I remember what it's like to start out.</b> </span>Not knowing if I was running the proper way, worrying about running too slow, getting lapped by people 3 times my age.... It was rough and it can be intimidating, but hopefully these tips will help!</div>
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<li><b><span style="font-size: large;">same thing goes for socks. </span></b>I used to think my socks didn't make a difference, but once you switch to athletic, or even more specifically, running socks, you'll never go back.</li>
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<li><b><span style="font-size: large;">hydration is a lifestyle.</span></b> This is a constant and continuous thing. I usually drink about 80oz of water a day. Do I have to pee every 15 minutes? Yes. But for me, being properly hydrated is the difference between barely being able to break 3miles and running 5miles without stopping. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">next race on tap: 2015 Detroit Free Press International Half Marathon.</td></tr>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12313431733494384954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759455849248559431.post-14176374498352668152015-07-18T20:02:00.000-07:002015-07-18T20:02:25.403-07:00post-grad pauper: what finding a job after college is actually like.<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">so you've recently graduated. </span></b><br />
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<span style="font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">congrats! </span>You have successfully completed the easiest hard part of your life. Mozel!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>and as the dust starts to settle</b>, </span>and you are forced to start paying all of those student loans back, you'll find yourself asking yourself, "... well, what now?"<br />
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<b>if you're lucky</b>, you'll have found a decent paying job with very little room to grow, a bad HMO, and absolutely no time to eat your lunch anywhere but your desk.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>but if you're like the rest of the 98%</b> (<-- fake satistic) of recent college graduates, <b>you're probably feeling like you're up the creek.</b></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">... without a paddle.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">and did I mention the creek is on fire?</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">oh and your parents are yelling at you to save yourself.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">as they're drinking margaritas with Sallie Mae.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">... who's laughing at you and all of your misfortune.</span></b><br />
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<b>as a post-grad pauper, I've been there (and most days, am still there).</b> I feel like on some Y.A./20-something sites, they always spin the post-grad life as "it's really horrible, but it's amazing and I wouldn't trade it for the world!" Ugh... gag me.<br />
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<li><b>you'll have more versions of your resume than you can count. </b>At my highest, I had 15. I currently have 4.</li>
<li><b>you will probably have to move back home.</b> Do you know how much the cost of housing has gone up over the last few years? It's depressing, but... Don't worry, you can always paint over that bubblegum pink wallpaper you've had since the 90s.</li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><b>and if you can't re-inhabit your childhood bedroom, you'll probably be living in squalor.</b> </span>Sorry about it.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<li><b><span style="font-size: large;">all of those job applications you filled out?</span> </b>Yeah, you'll get rejected from the majority of them.</li>
<li><b><span style="font-size: large;">but you'll eventually find something to pay the bills.</span></b> It might be going back to that high school job you swore you'd never do ever again, but... alas... here we are.</li>
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<li><b><span style="font-size: large;">you'll look for jobs out of state</span></b>, but will realize that you can't move there. Because a) you don't have enough money to move and b) the job doesn't pay enough to make it feasible.</li>
<li><b><span style="font-size: large;">jealousy will hit you hard. </span></b>People will be off getting their careers started, engaged, married, 401ks, buying houses, etc. Don't let it get you down though, because with these comes more bills and more responsibility. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<li><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>you'll start to get desperate.</b> </span>And I mean VERY desperate. "I wonder how much my 2007 ipod would sell for...?" "I mean, who needs this much plasma anyway?" "I have morals, but I also have bills to pay and strippers also make like $1000 a weekend, so...." <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<li><span style="font-size: large;"><b>there will be moments when EVERYTHING falls apart.</b> </span>And it's usually on the same day that your insurance bill, electricity bill, and care payment are due. Or when you get rejected from 10 jobs in the span of 2 hours.</li>
<li><b><span style="font-size: large;">and your friends will be shitty. </span></b> They're all going through their own life changes, just like you. So don't be too hard on them. </li>
<li><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">you'll score a few interviews. </span></b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<li><b><span style="font-size: large;">... until one does.</span> </b>And you won't be able to hide the excitement/relief in your voice when you speak with them. </li>
<li><b><span style="font-size: large;">you'll get your first paycheck 3 weeks later than you thought. </span></b>Which was already 5 weeks later than you needed.</li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><b>and it'll be smaller than what you thought it would be/needed it to be.</b> </span>"It's okay, I didn't need to buy my prescriptions anyway. </li>
<li><b><span style="font-size: large;">after working a few months, you'll probably start looking for another job.</span></b> Which is A-OKAY. Always seek out something that's going to grow you, </li>
<li><b><span style="font-size: large;">and you'll finally understand what it is to have a real hard day's work,</span></b> with little reward.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<li><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">most importantly, you'll finally understand what your parents struggled through. </span></b>Just to make ends meat for their family. </li>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">and this last bit is very true. </span></b>I've come home, night after night after night, and I've cried/apologized/empathized with my parents. You don't realize how much they do for you, just so that you can do a little for yourself. To all the parents out there: way to go! I don't know how you do it, but way to go.</div>
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">no matter what, though, chin up my dears. </span></b>Even though it's hard, try to stay positive and try to stay true. With a load of hard work, sleepless nights, and a wing and a prayer, it will work out. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12313431733494384954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759455849248559431.post-10688445900445758522015-06-26T13:42:00.000-07:002015-06-30T11:27:22.267-07:00it's been a while. i can explain. <b>it's been about 3 weeks since I last posted anything.</b> Longer than that if you consider anything of substance.<br />
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<b>i'm not going to lie:</b> it's been a tough few months.<br />
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<b>i feel disappointed. </b>I feel disappointed by the lack of support I have in a lot of areas of my life. My dad, I know, is my biggest supporter and cheerleader in my life and he's gone out of his way to make sure I know/feel his support of me, my life, and my choices. He's gone so far above and beyond to make me feel important and loved, because he knows that I don't get those feelings from a lot of other people in my life.<br />
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i<b>'ve been experiencing a lot of revelations about life/relationships lately.</b> But I think the hardest realization I've had to come to is that in moments of pure distress, confusion, and pain, the people who we care for the most can be the ones who let us down the hardest.<br />
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<b>fighting myself is the hardest battle i've ever had to endure.</b> And right now, I'm storming the beaches of Normandy. Instead of having a strong army behind me, though, I feel like I'm only 1 man strong. I need more than that, unfortunately.<br />
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<b>it's a hard place to be.</b> I need so much more support and a little bit more love, but also everyone else in my life is also fighting their own battles so I don't want to ask that of everyone else. I feel like I give and give and give, and try to support all of my friends (when they need it the most, and when they need it the least), but the reciprocation isn't quite there. I don't want to ask for the things that I need, because 1) I'll be labeled as dramatic, 2) I'll be told I'm overreacting, 3) I will be told my feelings are made up 4) my reality is distorted, and most importantly 5) it's wrong for me to ask for it when everyone else is fighting battles of their own.<br />
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<b>i feel left out. </b>And unfortunately it's at the 5th grade level: being excluded from fun things, especially those that I love. It's really frustrating when you've been into something for years, and have spent just as much time trying to get your friends/family on board, and then everyone miraculously discovers it and leaves you out of participating in it. Like really? Every time I've asked you if you want to go for a run you give me a long story about how you can't run/hate running/would die/could never keep up/running before 10am is torture/etc. And then you start running consistently, but when I ask if you'd like to sign up for a 5k it's as if I asked you to have your teeth pulled electively. And then you sign yourself up for a different 5k, and don't tell me about it. Oh? Oh really? No, that's totally fine I'm completely cool with that slap in the face.<br />
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<b>i understand that you're busy.</b> <i>We're all busy</i>. We all are. But you're really too busy call back? You can't take 10 seconds to shoot a txt? You can't take out an hour of your time to grab lunch, catch up, see how it's going? To hang out with you, I'd move heaven and earth to make it happen.<br />
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<b>i feel so unvalued.</b> I feel like my impact on others is so minimal, that it barely registers or makes a difference. It's like I'm not worth their time, and they don't care. What's worse is that I don't even feel <i>devalued</i>. If I felt devalued, it would imply that I had value before. I just feel unvalued. I'm sorry I'm not worth enough to be invited along for a girls' night, to go out to dinner, to have fun at the casinos, or even to get a call to see how I'm doing. I'm sorry.<br />
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<b>i'm struggling so much, I can feel myself breaking.</b> I know I should control the controllables and relinquish control for those that I can't. But I have the controllables under control; they aren't what's hurting me. It's the things out of my control that are the most painful. I can't control other people and, unfortunately, I get so much from just being with other people that them not wanting to have me be apart of their life (the good and bad) is devastating.<br />
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<b>this isn't a call for attention.</b> That needs to be absolutely, crystal clear. I'm not looking for sympathy, handouts, pity. I'm venting because I'm overwhelmed. I'm drowning. I am so over feeling unvalued, left out, and disappointed, and I have no where else to express my feelings outside of this rarely viewed, blip of a blog in a dark corner of the internet.<br />
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<b>i'm tired.</b><br />
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<b>i'm exhausted.</b><br />
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<b>but i'm holding on in hope that things get better. </b>I have this blog, which gives me something to work on while I heal. Please, bare with me. I will have good days. I will have bad days. What's important, though, is that I am lucky enough and blessed enough to simply have 'days'.<br />
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<b>xo,</b><br />
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<b>adrienne.</b>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12313431733494384954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759455849248559431.post-68104599984354002702015-06-04T06:45:00.000-07:002015-06-04T06:45:36.118-07:00june run+workout playlist.i haven't had to turn on the heat, i've cranked up the air, and i've been cruising with my windows down... Summer is upon us people!<br />
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here's a nice long june run+workout playlist for you.<br />
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as per usual, there's a little something for everyone in this one. You may even find a Disney song in there. Wink.<br />
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<li>i really like you, Carly Rae Jepsen</li>
<li>somewhere to run, Krewella</li>
<li>pound the alarm, Nicki Minaj</li>
<li>crash and burn, Thomas Rhett</li>
<li>don't it, Billy Currington</li>
<li>i'll make a man out of you, Mulan</li>
<li>classic, MKTO</li>
<li>blame, Calvin Harris</li>
<li>braveheart, Neon Jungle</li>
<li>irresistible, Fall Out Boy</li>
<li>headband, B.o.B</li>
<li>numb/encore, Jay Z & Linkin Park</li>
<li>shotgun, Yellow Claw</li>
<li>hey mama, David Guetta</li>
<li>where are ü now, Skrillex & Diplo</li>
<li>somebody to you, The Vamps</li>
<li>shut up and dance, WALK THE MOON</li>
<li>this summer's gonna hurt like a mother fucker, Maroon 5</li>
<li>bad blood (feat. kendrick lamar), Taylor Swift</li>
<li>beautiful now, Zedd</li>
<li>kick the dust up, Luke Bryan</li>
<li>wake me up, Avicii</li>
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<b>and as per usual, here's the <a href="http://8tracks.com/adrienne-porter1/june-run-workout" target="_blank">8tracks link</a> to the playlist!</b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">xo,</span></b></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12313431733494384954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759455849248559431.post-91092775890768622242015-05-26T04:05:00.001-07:002015-05-26T04:05:46.973-07:00happy tuesday bluesday!<b>it's been a long weekend, praise glory hallelujah. </b>So today, Tuesday, has officially turn into Monday: the worst day of the week.<br />
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<b>thought we could all use a little pick-me-up. </b>So... what are you waiting for??!<br />
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<b>enjoy!</b><br />
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Finally Caught him <a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/Lovemelikeyoudo?src=hash">#Lovemelikeyoudo</a> <a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/kids?src=hash">#kids</a> <a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/elliegoulding?src=hash">#elliegoulding</a> <a href="https://t.co/Qqo9MHX8yx">https://t.co/Qqo9MHX8yx</a></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">adrienne. </span></b>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12313431733494384954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759455849248559431.post-61120884801946042672015-05-25T13:40:00.001-07:002015-05-25T13:40:41.418-07:00recipe monday: crazy sexy cool green smoothie. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">hi yall, hope you're enjoying the last few moments of your long holiday weekend. Don't forget to thank/hug/kiss a veteran today!</span></b><br />
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<b>where most people are out grilling, boating, or golfing this weekend, </b>I took some much needed tlc and went on a little bit of a food bender. I spent a solid hour and a half grocery shopping last night, and buying up pounds and pounds of fresh fruit and veg.<br />
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<b>now that the weather is getting warmer and warmer, I've been on quite the smoothie kick. </b>There's nothing better than peeling off sweaty clothes, jumping into the pool/lake, and then kicking back with a huge cold green smoothie. Am I right, or am I right?<br />
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<b>so here's a new one for you:</b><br />
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<b>this one was inspired by my time in Costa Rica (aka Costa Freeeaakaaa, to some), and my trips to Mexico and Hawaii. </b><br />
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<b>in CR mangos littered the streets; they actually advise about the hazards of falling mangos. Seriously. </b><br />
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<b>in Mexico, limes and lime juice are just as much a condiment as salt is. </b><br />
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<b>and in Hawaii, where it's illegal to pick their largest export without a license, pineapples are an addition to every single meal. </b><br />
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<b>the green comes from the avocado and your choice of greens. </b>and the crazy sexy coolness comes from whoever is drinking it. wink<br />
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<b>i added turmeric and cayenne for their detoxifying and healing powers. </b>If you suffer from any chronic illness, bloating, or other inflammation, look up the positive effects of both these spices.<br />
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<b>here's what you need:</b><br />
1/2 cup water<br />
1/2 a ripe avocado<br />
1 cup diced mango<br />
2 cups diced pineapple<br />
juice from 1/2 lime<br />
1 handful of your favorite greens (I chose kale, which has an earthier, straight from the dirt, taste)<br />
1 pinch cayenne (or more if you need more of a spicy kick)<br />
2 shakes of some good turmeric powder<br />
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<b>here's what you do:</b><br />
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<li>slice up your avocado. dice up the pineapple and mango. then juice half that gorgeous lime.</li>
<li>put all ingredients into your blender in the order above. I've said it before, but the order is important because it makes for easier, smoother blending.</li>
<li>blend until smooth.</li>
<li>pour into your favorite mason jar, gram a great pic on Insta, and drink away the delicious, crazy, sexy cool goodness. </li>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12313431733494384954noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759455849248559431.post-34630458534091315202015-05-20T14:00:00.000-07:002015-05-20T14:00:01.890-07:00let's be realistic: 7th and 8th week of change. hi, long time no talk! I know it has been a minute since my last post, but it's been crazy busy around these parts!<br />
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to be honest, i didn't want to write over the last two weeks. I had been in such a negative, dark place that I was worried it wasn't ever going to brighten up. Negativity can be incredibly insidious; it spreads like an infection, and can be chronic like a disease.<br />
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and that's not something I wanted to share.<br />
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luckily, i'm on a come up. I got to take some time off, go on a vacation, and hang out with my absolute best friend in the entire world. Before jetting off, everyone kept telling me how much I 'need this'. I didn't realize it at the time, but everyone was right. 100%. Without doubt or question. I needed it.<br />
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i wanted to keep this post short and sweet. Because of the funk I was in, I needed not to focus on my physical gains but more on my mental ones. You have to want and strive to be not even good, but okay. Being okay is manageable. Being okay is doable. Being okay is, bare minimum, what we need. And sometimes, that's the hardest thing you'll do.<br />
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so instead of discussing what I ate, how far I ran, or what muscles/weight I've gained/lost... I'll just leave you with some pictures.<br />
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enjoy!<br />
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xo,<br />
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adrienne.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12313431733494384954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759455849248559431.post-20530849853831525832015-05-10T22:21:00.001-07:002015-05-10T22:28:14.317-07:00dear mom: a letter to the most important woman in my life. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">dear mom,</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">i know that it's a day late, and i know i could have said it in a card but... </span></b>You are absolutely, unbelievably amazing. You are one of the strongest people I know. You are one of the most brilliant people I know. You are one of the hardest working people I know. And I respect that.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>not only do i respect that, but I cherish that.</b> </span>I love that. I believe in that. Because all of "that", amongst your other boundless phenomenal qualities, you have shown me that "that" is what makes you amazing. It is what makes you, you.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">your amazing, and endlessly capable qualities have shown me to stand back up.</span> </b>I have lived through (some) of your adversity. I have seen some of your most vulnerable moments. I have seen how you persevere in the most challenging moments of your life... and you have still, without question or scrutiny, have been able to be the best mother in the entire world. I have no idea how you do it but you have shown me to...<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">stand back up. </span></b>To get back up when I've been knocked down... By my career, by my friendships, by my relationships, by myself. And, most importantly, in the face of adversity.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">you have taught me to question everything.</span></b> Everything. To question not only what things are, why they are, and how they are but <b>what I want, but why I want it. </b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">you have taught me how to forgive. </span></b>And not just by the rude stranger who cut in front of me in line. But by the people who I love the most. The people who I have the utmost respect and reverence for. Because, as you have shown me, a life of anger and resentment is not a life worth living.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">y</span><b><span style="font-size: large;">ou have taught me how to support others.</span> </b>Especially those who need it most. I have seen you (countless days, weeks, months, years) sitting by your fading parents' sides. Through defeat and success. Holding on to their hands and hearts, and reassuring them, your daughters, and yourself that it is going to be alright.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>you have taught me how to accept defeat.</b> </span>You have continued to hold your mother's hand, long after she has succumbed to the reality of Alzheimer's, though you continue to fight against it. And yet <i><b>again</b></i> I see you do it, with your father's hand in yours. But you still manage and look forward to visiting with Grandpa, in the last flicker of his life, when I cant, out of fear and naivety, see him and be present in the environment that he must endure. <b>One day, I hope to do half of what you do, for Daddy and yourself. </b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">you have taught me that life goes on.</span></b> In the honor and reputation of those incredible relatives who have past. You openheartedly share with me the life, hard work, and dedication of my grandmother, aunts, uncles, siblings, cousins, and great grandparents. And you encourage me to honor their work, and exceed it in their name.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">you have shown me what sacrifice truly is.</span></b> You have shown me how sacrificing some of your life only improves, vastly, upon your child's. You have worked jobs that you probably did not like, and worked longer and harder at than you needed to, solely so that I could experience some of the things you didn't when you were my age.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>you have showed me how to love.</b> </span>How to love unyieldingly, unapologetically, and without regret. You have said no to me when I wanted, deeply, to hear yes. You have said yes to me when, perhaps, it was in my best judgement to hear no, all for the sake of a dream. You have showed me that chasing your dreams is the best love you can ever give yourself. You have proven to me, through action and word, that you can and will love someone regardless if you've given birth to them or not. You have shown me that love, <i>true love</i>, can never be negative and can only make you the best person you can ever dream to be.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">you are my rock.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">you are my soul.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">you are my purpose.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">and most importantly, </span></b>I hope and pray every day that I can be half the mom to my kids that you have been to me.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">love always,</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></b>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12313431733494384954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759455849248559431.post-6483184692103235672015-05-06T13:17:00.000-07:002015-05-06T13:17:12.020-07:00let's be realistic: 6th week of change.<b>finally, finally, spring is officially here in michigan.</b> We haven't seen snow in about 2 weeks, and it was consistently sunny and warm over this past week. Praise the lord, hallelujah.<br />
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<b>and with this weather comes with many positives, and a few negatives.</b> Let's get the good out of the way: warm weather = long runs outside, and late nights around the bon fire.<br />
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<b>now for the negatives: everything is covered in pollen, and me and pollen don't mix.</b> I was one of those kids who never really got sick or had allergies when I was little. By the time I turned 14, though, I spent about 3 years in and out of doctors' offices and hospital rooms. My allergies kicked in when I was about 15, and they were off the charts. My body rejects most things foreign: all trees (except palm trees), all weeds, most grasses, soy, apples, pears, gluten, hops, cats, and many hearty herbs and flowers. On top of all that, I also have asthma.<br />
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<b>so now with every plant/tree coming out of hibernation,</b> my allergies and asthma have been off the charts. My life over the past 10 days has consisted of antihistamines, albuterol, and steroids.<br />
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<b>luckily, though, at 24 years of age I have a system figured out for this time of year. </b>Clean, allergen-free eating; specifically timed medications; closed windows at night; no booze (except a glass of pinot noir, occassionally); and constant showering and laundry to get the pollen off my body. It's annoying, but not that bad and totally do-able! Even better, with this system of pills and treatments, I don't have to sacrifice my running!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">pinot noir + popcorn on a saturday night. just call me olivia pope.</td></tr>
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<b>i've logged about 26 miles over the last week.</b> I've run more than that weekly before, but I'm still so happy that I'm getting back into my running shape of seasons past. I managed to throw in 6, 7, and 8 mile runs over the weekend and I'm feeling amazing.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">still running slow, but I'm finally back in the #25miles a week club.</td></tr>
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<b>those miles traveled have helped me clear my mind on a few things. </b>Lately, I've felt like I've been putting in so much energy into my relationships. I feel like I've been clear with my needs and intentions, but I'm not receiving much in return.<br />
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<b>and that sucks. </b><br />
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<b>i've been trying to focus on treating people the way I want to be treated,</b> and making sure I give a little extra to my friendships. I've been focused on this for about 5 months now, but I feel like it hasn't been reciprocated. These solo miles I've put in on the pavement have helped me clear my mind and settle my thoughts on it: just because this effort hasn't been given back now, doesn't mean I'm completely off the good-karma train.<br />
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<b>running, as i've said countless times before, makes me so much more level-headed.</b> Things are clearer, I'm calmer, and it puts me in a much better place. If you haven't jumped on my run-wagon, you're missing out!<br />
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<b>anyway, here's my week in review:</b><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">wet hair, baby abs poking through, and a messy room. sue me. </td></tr>
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<b>fitness: </b>26ish miles ran, and some at home yoga #ftw<br />
<b>food: </b>with my allergies in full swing, I've been doing pretty well. Recipes to come!<br />
<b>weight:</b> I honestly haven't been keeping track, whoops <span style="background-color: white; color: #545454; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16.5454540252686px;">¯\_(ツ)_/¯.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">cold brew + hemp milk = caffeine and 27g of protein! if you live in southeastern michigan, stop by DROUGHT. it's currently my new raw obsession. </td></tr>
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<b>that's it</b>! Not much more, not much less.<br />
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<b>spring on, sprouts!</b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">xo</span>,</b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">adrienne</span></b>.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12313431733494384954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759455849248559431.post-88575909078981321942015-05-03T05:30:00.000-07:002015-05-03T05:30:01.070-07:00recipe sunday: strawberry chocolate cake batter smoothie. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrdPAjXuIADLKANOlB6k_mHNGucD_orYqhTDP2-IifKq3AtM-Cmz4xFFZJdeqpNqXih0zu9lMMLj_HRdYTMu0a8rfBBZ_cIbVUsKDm2fscDb-t6x-k7ODiZMA7pPKNFXeVc2qRolRs8p0/s1600/Smoothie+Recipe+2+pic+10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrdPAjXuIADLKANOlB6k_mHNGucD_orYqhTDP2-IifKq3AtM-Cmz4xFFZJdeqpNqXih0zu9lMMLj_HRdYTMu0a8rfBBZ_cIbVUsKDm2fscDb-t6x-k7ODiZMA7pPKNFXeVc2qRolRs8p0/s1600/Smoothie+Recipe+2+pic+10.jpg" height="594" width="640" /></a><b>a few weeks ago, when I was stuck in bed with the norovirus</b>, I took to <a href="https://www.pinterest.com/adriennebrookep/" target="_blank">pinterest</a> and started looking up recipes. Now, if you know me, I am a huuuuuuge smoothie fan. In any way, shape, or form. And I kept stumbling across the "cake batter" protein shake. I kept finding various cake batter flavored recipes for spreads, smoothies, and ice cream. The key ingredient? Almond extract.<br />
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<b>1/2 cup </b>coconut milk (or any other milk)<br />
<b>1 tsp </b>cocoa powder<br />
<b>1 scoop </b>vanilla vegan protein powder (or whichever one you like; here's my <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B005H6UCHS/ref=s9_al_bw_g121_i3" target="_blank">favorite</a>)<br />
<b>2</b> medium sized bananas<br />
<b>1/2 cup</b> chopped strawberries<br />
<b>1 drop</b> almond extract (a little goes a loooooooong way, so be careful!)<br />
<b>2 cups</b> ice<br />
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<li>place ingredients in blender in the above order. The order is important! The weight of ice, and then the fruit, pushes all of the ingredients down into the blades creating a smoother smoothie.</li>
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<b>this recipe packs in about 26g of protein</b>, making it the perfect breakfast/lunch/post workout smoothie. Depending on what type of milk and protein powder you use, it's vegan and gluten free too!<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">xo,</span></b></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12313431733494384954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759455849248559431.post-45089059651733392102015-05-01T03:30:00.000-07:002015-05-01T03:30:00.847-07:00may run+workout playlist.<b>like i've said before, i get bored easily.</b> Especially when it comes to my workout/run playlists.<br />
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a<b>nd since we're on a way to warmer weather,</b> I tried to keep it fun and light! There are some repeats from last month because, well, good music is good music. At least that's what I think!<br />
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<b>Enjoy!</b><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">21 songs, 75 minutes.</td></tr>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">may run+workout playlist.</span></b></div>
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<li style="text-align: left;">Geronimo, Sheppard</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Something New, Axwell ^ Ingrosso</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">1901, Phoenix</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Shut Up and Dance, WALK THE MOON</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Hey Mama, David Guetta</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Danza Kuduro, Don Omar </li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Uptown Funk, Mark Ronson</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Bitch Better Have My Money, Rihanna</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Sugar, Maroon 5</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">I don't Fuck With You, Big Sean</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Bailando (Spanish Version), Enrique Iglesias</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Sun Daze, Florida Georgia LIne</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">A Little Party Never Killed Nobody, Fergie, Q-Tip & GoodRock</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Style, Taylor Swift</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Best Love Song, T-Pain</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Irresistible, Fall Out Boy</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">No Church in the Wild, Kanye West & JAY Z</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Beautiful Pain, Eminem</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Best Song Ever, One Direction</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">This Is How We Roll, Florida Georgia Line</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">212, Azealia Banks</li>
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<b>as per usual, here's a link to the <a href="http://8tracks.com/adrienne-porter1/may-run-workout" target="_blank">playlist</a> via 8tracks. </b></div>
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<b>run on, darlings.</b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">xo,</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">adrienne. </span></b></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12313431733494384954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759455849248559431.post-49806130423825693512015-04-29T16:10:00.000-07:002015-04-29T16:10:22.319-07:00let's be realistic: 5th week of change.<b>hi, my name is adrienne and I ate a hotpocket.</b> And it was good. Really good. So good that I almost didn't regret, with 100% of my being, eating it. Almost. I<b> </b>needed to be honest, but... i digress.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">ann arbor murals: we named her gloria shakira maria del toro.</td></tr>
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<b>now that it's the 5th week of change, I can honestly say that I'm seeing some legitimate change.</b> I obviously still have the some of the same <strike>terrible no good fatty </strike> indulgent, 100% human tendencies when it comes to food. I also, though, have a lot of motivation to go try something new, and embrace the growing green gardens of the spring. I feel leaner; it takes far less energy to complete the hardest of tasks, and I greet the easiest ones with gusto.<br />
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<b>this past week has been relatively good, all things considered.</b> There were some major ups, and a couple of downs, but plenty of room for growth.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">my childhood summed up in one picture: Dairy Deluxe.</td></tr>
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<b>for some reason, this past week was crazy stressful with my work.</b> It was just one of those weeks where I started off slightly negative but with every day I ended up in a worse mood. I was in a bit of a funk. I've had a lot on my mind regarding grad school, my career, my relationships, my life. I've been worried about my best friends, and the trials life keeps putting them through. I've been worried about the girls I watch, and how badly I just want them to be okay. The funk I was in took over completely.<br />
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<b>so what did i do? </b>I ran. I definitely pushed my body, 1 week post bed-ridden, harder than I should have. But the runs healed me. I didn't run fast at all (averaged a 10min mile). And I definitely didn't run far (averaged 3.5 miles per run). But I did it. I gave my body and mind exactly what I needed, when I needed it.<br />
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<b>i gave myself a major time out.</b> I had lost my presence in my own life. I had lost grip of my dreams, and set in to a stagnant pace. And that's something I hate. So I grabbed a latte, snagged my kindle, and headed out into nature to try to get back to where I needed to be.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">everything i needed: sunshine, good reads, and fresh air. </td></tr>
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<b>but what else did I need? A nice day trip to Ann Arbor.</b><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">an ann arbor favorite: Frita Batidos.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">my classic feast: Frita Batido's chorizo burger w/ fries, and the hibiscus batido (milkshake).</td></tr>
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<b>ann arbor, my college town, is where I grew up.</b> Though it was over the course of an undergrad bachelors degree, post-high-school and pre-adulthood, it was where I developed into the person I am today. Check it out if you ever get the chance.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">hot guys, cold hand crafted drinks. </td></tr>
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<b>post ann arbor, there was some awesome meal prep for the upcoming week. </b>I made some vegan, gluten-free kale falafel bites (the perfect on-the-go food) and a bomb ass natural, skinny margarita. Recipes coming soon!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">10g of protein, 100% vegan goodness.</td></tr>
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<b>and now, here's my week in review!</b><br />
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<b>weight: </b>stayed the same, but I'm starting to see my hip flexors again! Yay for gains!<br />
<b>food: </b>besides the hotpocket and some pizza, I'd call it a good week.<br />
<b>physical activity: </b>logged about 12 miles, and got in 3 nike training workouts<br />
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<b>all-in-all, I'm looking forward to this upcoming week.</b> It luckily won't be another 45 hour week of straight work, but it'll be a great week of working productivity.<br />
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<b>shine bright, my diamonds. </b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">xo.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">adrienne. </span></b>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12313431733494384954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759455849248559431.post-16116539575414924792015-04-22T18:10:00.000-07:002015-04-22T18:10:27.471-07:00let's be realistic: 3rd & 4th week of change.<b><span style="font-size: large;">it's been a week (or two) of setbacks. </span></b>I'm currently writing here, stuck in bed, and recovering from one of the nastiest bouts of the stomach flu I've ever had. It started this past Tuesday; I woke up early to go for a run, powered through about 5 miles, and got my day started. But I was exhausted by the time 9:30pm came around. I went to bed, slept solidly through the night (which never happens), and woke up at 5:45am on Wednesday in a fog. I wasn't hungry (which NEVER happens for this foodie). Before 10am even hit, I was in desperate need for a nap.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the 6:30am hint of a beautiful sunrise.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">obligatory post-run pano of my deserted town.</td></tr>
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<b>i napped for about an hour, and got back to work.</b> I thought it was probably my allergies kicking my derrière, which is typical this time of year. But by 2pm, a full on full-head headache kicked in. And so did a sore throat. It was horrible, but I have been in worse pain, so I kept on keeping on. I decided to go to Pobbleton Park and play some catch, and hope a little bit of fresh diamond air would make me feel better.<br />
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<b>hahaha, the level of wrong I was about that is incalculable.</b> BIG MISTAKE. HUGE.<br />
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<b>as soon as we had walked over there and tossed the ball about, eh, 4 times, </b>I started to see the twinkling spots that come right before I pass out. So I sat down, took some deep breaths, and then tossed up everything from that day. Needless to say, I've never felt as sexy as I did in that moment **rolls eyes to the other side of the room**.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">hammock + tea + netflix is the best way to mend on sunny day. </td></tr>
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<b>and that's how I've been for the last few days.</b> I'm on the mend, but I feel so weak. It's going to take a while to get back to where I was, physically. Which sucks.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">yogi tea = the best tea for any/all occasions.</td></tr>
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<b>on the bright side, though, my body has kind of reset itself.</b> I don't know about you, but after I've been really sick, my body only craves good things. It must be an evolution thing, but I crave things with high nutrients that (probably) heal my body from the inside out. Is anyone else like this?<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">drought raw apple + thieves juice. Picked this up at VegFest, and it definitely made me feel better!</td></tr>
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<b>with this re-set, i feel better than I have in that last month.</b> I'm definitely feeling the need to get back in the kitchen and whip up some delicious nutritious goodies. Perks of being sick and unable to get out of bed: endless <a href="https://www.pinterest.com/adriennebrookep/" target="_blank">recipe pinning</a> and <a href="https://www.bloglovin.com/people/adriennebrooke-5221735" target="_blank">blog stalking</a>. Can't wait to share what I've found!<br />
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<b>anyway, here are the last two weeks in review:</b><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">left: end of week 2; center, top right, bottom right: end of week 4. Pardon the awesome Michigan socks. </td></tr>
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<b>weight:</b> down 3lbs, but it's just from being sick<br />
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<b>food: </b>mostly gatorade, tea, and saltines. Bleh.<br />
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<b>phsyical activity:</b> pre-sick, I killed in running and getting some gym workouts. post-sick, can barely move.<br />
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<b>i'm definitely starting to get stir-crazy, so I can't wait to get back out and get back at it!</b><br />
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<b>also, don't forget to wash your hands. It's still cold & flu season, people!</b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">xo,</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">adrienne.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12313431733494384954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759455849248559431.post-1635148098387313792015-04-12T12:30:00.000-07:002015-04-12T12:30:00.165-07:00april run+workout playlist.<b>when it comes to running/working out, music can make or break you.</b> At it's very least, a good playlist can make that last half mile tolerable; at it's very most, it will inspire you to crank out another 2 miles, easy peezy.<br />
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<b>i try to change up my music every month.</b> I get bored way too easily, and if I don't then I'm faaaaaar less likely to get up and get a workout in. My taste is pretty eclectic when it comes to music (my first concert was Bob Dylan, and my last one was the Griz). Luckily, that varied taste makes for a varied playlist which makes for a better run. </div>
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<b>there's a little bit of everything in this playlist, which makes for a bit of something for everyone.</b> Enjoy!</div>
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<li><span style="text-align: center;">Hey Mama, David Guetta</span></li>
<li><span style="text-align: center;">Shotgun, Yellow Claw</span></li>
<li><span style="text-align: center;">Where Are Ü Now, Skrillex & Diplo</span></li>
<li><span style="text-align: center;">Trap Queen, Fetty Wap</span></li>
<li><span style="text-align: center;">Bailando, Enrique Iglesias</span></li>
<li><span style="text-align: center;">Truffle Butter, Nicki Minaj</span></li>
<li><span style="text-align: center;">Break Free, Ariana Grande</span></li>
<li><span style="text-align: center;">Jealous (feat. Tinashé), Nick Jonas</span></li>
<li><span style="text-align: center;">Style, Taylor Swift</span></li>
<li><span style="text-align: center;">Shut Up and Dance, WALK THE MOON</span></li>
<li><span style="text-align: center;">Alone Together, Fall Out Boy</span></li>
<li><span style="text-align: center;">Somebody to You, The Vamps</span></li>
<li><span style="text-align: center;">Best Song Ever, One Direction</span></li>
<li><span style="text-align: center;">I Bet My Life, Imagine Dragons</span></li>
<li><span style="text-align: center;">Favorite Record, Fall Out Boy</span></li>
<li><span style="text-align: center;">Don't It, Billy Currington</span></li>
<li><span style="text-align: center;">Bartender, Lady Antebellum</span></li>
<li><span style="text-align: center;">Looks Like Sex, Mike Posner</span></li>
<li><span style="text-align: center;">The Man, Aloe Blacc</span></li>
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<b>if you don't feel like downloading, here's a link to the playlist on my 8tracks account:</b> <a href="https://8tracks.com/adrienne-porter1/april-run" target="_blank">april run.</a> </div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">race on, bunnies.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">xo,</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">adrienne. </span></b></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12313431733494384954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759455849248559431.post-78104058457638323732015-04-08T14:43:00.000-07:002015-04-08T17:15:17.378-07:00lets be realistic: second week of change. <b><span style="font-size: large;">this past week has been all over the place. </span></b>But really, ALL OVER THE PLACE. Between work (8am to 7pm most days), celebrating my Grandfather's 88th birthday, celebrating my friend Nicole's birthday, and meeting up with friends/spending the day in Ann Arbor I'm surprised I found time to just exist as myself.<br />
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<b>the essence of this past week has been: GREAT FOOD. A Lavender-Hazelnut latte from Eli's Tea Room in Birmingham gave me life. </b><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">88 years young, and still as handsome as ever.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">lettuce falafel wraps, and $5 fries for 8 people (even though there were only 2 of us) at Social in Birmingham.</td></tr>
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<span style="text-align: start;"><b>The chicken fusilli, an oldie and definitely a goodie, at Sava's in Ann Arbor made me reminiscent of the good old college years.</b> </span></div>
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<b>and of course, Easter brunch in bed, brought to you by chef mama porter.</b><br />
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<b>i told you it was a good week for food.</b> One of my favorites as of late. But, as I said before, I am so amazed that I found time to take out for myself. I carved a few minutes/hours here and there, to get back to basics. Though my pallet was all over the place, my running was my one rock of the week.<br />
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<b>it's so incredibly important to find your rock in life. </b>And I don't mean a person; people can be fleeting, unlike, well, an actual rock. This rock gives you stability, an escape, and a bare-minimum purpose.<br />
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<b>my rock is running. </b>Over this past winter, I didn't make much consistent time to run as I would have liked (you live and you learn). Recently, though, I've made a conscious choice to make running my rock again. I've said this before, but running is the one thing that truly makes me feel human. It's natural, and it's good: Good for my body, good for my mind, good for my heart.<br />
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<b>so now it's my second week of realistic change, I feel like I'm on the cusp of a habit. </b>Running is my rock, and it's on it's way to being habitual again. Again, I didn't change what I've been eating. I did, however, change my mindset about how I've been eating. I'm just trying to be a bit more present and conscious about how/what I consume. Fairly simple in theory, slightly harder in practice.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">here's my week in review:</span></b><br />
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<b>weight:</b><br />
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<b>overall, I feel pretty good.</b> Like I said, I feel like I'm on the verge of starting something pretty good. All I have to is keep moving forward.</div>
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<b>keeping swimming, my little fishies.</b></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>xo,</b></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">adrienne. </span></b></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12313431733494384954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759455849248559431.post-34887537007378120592015-04-05T14:30:00.000-07:002015-04-05T14:30:00.359-07:00let's be realistic: one week of change. <b><span style="font-size: large;">wanna lose 10 pounds in 1 week?</span></b> Um, duh. Want to shed 20+ inches in 7 days? Without a doubt! Want to become a top model, coveted by top magazines, designers, and photogs? SIGN. ME. UP. Just let me do all that riding my unicorn, with $1billion in my pocket, dating Oscar winning Leonardo DiCaprio.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>let's be realistic people. </b></span><br />
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<b>if you're like me and are a normal</b><b style="font-size: x-large;"> </b>job juggling, tax<b style="font-size: x-large;"> </b>paying, pleasure<b style="font-size: x-large;"> </b>succumbing person, non of the above is realistic. In my last post, I declared that I am 'losing the wait.' I'm giving up the negative self-doubting and self-questioning, and picking up positive, balanced thinking, and healthy habits.<br />
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<b>and realistically speaking, I wanted to share (amongst many, many other things) my health-centric journey with you. </b>This isn't about losing weight (I'm well within my <a href="http://www.cdc.gov/healthyweight/assessing/bmi/" target="_blank">BMI</a>), but it's about getting healthy, physically and mentally. It's about being the very best version of myself: healthy, honest, and strong, without denying myself the wonderful pleasures of this world (I'm looking at you, Pinot Noir).<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">so here is my journey of change, week one. </span></b>I made sure to only change one thing in my routine: physical activity. Having coming out of the down season, and taking 3 weeks off from running due to injury (right foot, left knee, hips), I wasn't quite in my best running shape. But I laced up, stretched out, and pounded that frosted Michigan pavement.<br />
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<b>i didn't change anything I ate.</b> Don't get me wrong: there was salmon, smoothies, and salads. But there was also McDonalds, bagels/schmear, and a trip to Dunkin Donuts. What? I'm being honest, here!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>it's been one week since I started my journey, so here's my week in review:</b></span><br />
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<li>current weight: down 5lbs. mostly water/margarita weight.</li>
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<b>i'm not going to lie: i actually feel a little better. </b>Maybe it's physiological, but it's probably just psychological. Sharing this with everyone, and just having a plan has given me that nudge to get it right and get it tight.<br />
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<b>live on, everyone!</b><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>xo,</b></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">adrienne. </span></b><br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12313431733494384954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5759455849248559431.post-37336998251361037602015-04-01T14:00:00.000-07:002015-04-01T14:00:01.311-07:00losing the wait.<b><span style="font-size: large;">alright, it's time for me to be honest. </span></b>I have struggled with my body image for the majority of my life; but what girl hasn't?<br />
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<b>i've always found it hard to strike the balance between too-skinny and screw-it-i'll-eat-whatever-the-eff-Iwant.</b> Sadly, that's how my personality is: all or nothing. I get fixated and focussed on an extreme and, being really self-motivated to prove myself right and others wrong, I go waaaay beyond the goal I set. Or I give up because of my self-doubt; I binge on Netflix and self-loathing, and top it off with a tub of Nutella. I'll admit it: it's not very healthy.<br />
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<b>luckily, i know this part of my personality.</b> Kinda like the whole acceptance part of the 5 Stages of Grief, except without the denial, sad, angry part before hand. I know that finding balance is a hard thing to attain, and it's also one that can be hard to maintain once you do stumble upon it. But I'm reworking my thinking.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">i'm losing the wait.</span></b><br />
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<b>I'm dropping the inner 'wait' monologue. </b>I'm abandoning my self doubt. I'm finished battling the 'wait, can I do this?'. I'm finished asking myself 'wait, is this worth it?' I'm finished with, 'wait, am I even worth it?.' I'm done. I'm done. I'm done.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">i'm losing the wait.</span></b><br />
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<b>so this is me walking away. </b>I'm turning my back on doubting who I am, what I'm capable of, and where I'm going in life. I'm losing the wait. The world, but more importantly the internet (we're being honest here, right?), is a huge place that is filled with the inspiration and the support we all need to lose our own wait. Sure, for me this is coming from a place of physical health but it can be mental too. How you mentally <span style="background-color: white;">see yourself </span>losing your own wait is just as important as physically abandoning it.<br />
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<b>i'm committing myself to a new journey;</b> a journey where, day by day and step by step, I'll lose my wait and gain good, wholesome health, physically and mentally. It will be hard some days, and will take plenty of time. All-in-all, though, it'll be worth the wait.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">spread the vibes, butterflies.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">xo,</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">adrienne.</span></b>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12313431733494384954noreply@blogger.com0