Pt. 1 Overview
I feel like life keeps being really tough, and not just tough in the usual senses, but extra tough even when I’m just doing mundane, ordinary things. When people ask me what I did all week, sometimes I have to catch myself feeling sorry for myself, because I realize that my level of achievements can be considered small in comparison to others who are able-bodied and fast paced. I can’t say anything exciting, but rather, I have to remind myself to be proud that each day, I meticulously planned out how to live in small increments of productivity and function, saving up energy to check off goals like laundry, cooking, remembering to drink water, and that I dragged myself out of bed and did these things, even though they were hard and do not match up to my level of ambition and what I would want to consider a “true” accomplishment.
My insomnia has worsened recently but I know why. Hearing again that I need to see a lung transplant specialist wasn’t easy, but for some reason, this time a switch flicked in my head and I decided it was time to fully wrap my head around accepting doing the evaluations, no matter how strenuous that ordeal was going to be. I constantly find myself wavering between moments of calmness and acceptance, almost contentedness, yet other times like last night, I lay awake in my friend’s guest bedroom, thoughts flying everywhere and causing an increasing panic in my head until I succumbed to the pill to aid me in sleep.
Pt. 2 Log In of the Day
What I originally intended to write about though, was happiness. I had a rough week (what else is new, the usual levels are rough, rougher, and roughest), but today was a good day. A solid, good day.
I had been worried that today would be bad, as usual. Yet it ended up being one of the best days I’ve had in awhile. Friday night, we prepped hard for a dessert competition at fellowship, and even though we placed third, I felt pretty proud and we did bond with our team by working hard to produce a beautiful panna cotta. And today, we went to dim sum and it was a lovely meal with a large group of people. Then, I migrated back up north for another fellowship and met some people, and finally migrated back down where we spent a great night learning how to make fresh pasta and EATING it!!! Seriously, the best pasta I’ve ever had… it was what I always imagined fresh pasta to taste. Delicious, right amount of bite and sauce. It was fun, and we had some sangria as well. We also watched a bit of Master of None and the rest played card games.
Pt. 3 Insecurities on my Physical Capabilities, but also- Body Appearance
A crazy thing that happened recently is my weight gain. I weighed around 92-95 lbs for the longest time, probably from all of college until now. I weighed myself a few days ago, and each time it was the heaviest I’d ever been… first I hit past 100 and couldn’t believe my eyes… then I hit 103 within two weeks. I was getting a bit concerned… because even though I know I’m not concerned “fat”, I’m also now looking very “skinny fat” where the rest of my limbs are super bony, yet my stomach and cheeks are protruding…. I even have a muffintop. Then I saw a few candid pictures of myself, and I was kind of horrified at my shape. First of all, my stomach protruded quite a bit around my lower abdomen area, but my legs were still super slim and lacking muscle… it reminded me of the Titan in “Attack on Titan” that was round and fat but stuck on a house with its long, super twig like legs. I also have a TERRIBLE posture, and I guess from my tense muscles and all the stress of anxiety + breathing struggles, my shoulders are a bit risen up and hunched over, especially from the right side. It really looked very unattractive to me.
I know that steroids do deposit fat differently for your body, and I guess I’d never been on it as much as I was in the past year, and particularly now that I’ve been on it for almost two weeks now to see if I can improve my lung function. While I was never super concerned with my body appearance prior, I was never a super fan of my body either and just thought the major complaint was that I was too bony all over, especially my bony knees and lack of butt. But now in addition, my lumpy waist and hunched shoulders just all in all are a mild devastation to me, psychologically. I don’t think I’ve ever felt actual unattractiveness like this, even when I’m just in bum clothes and glasses and hair that hasn’t been washed in over a week…
Steps to take to stay determined:
- keep working out and doing planks + gym as I can at least 2 times a week
- particularly, strengthen back and chest workouts, and legs… and arms… ok basically everything
- try to lessen sugar intake and eat more vegetables, fruit, and protein (find more delicious recipes + buy healthy foods)
- keep being productive in writing music for grad school
- sign up for GREs/ plan a date
- shoot emails to professors sometime in late September asking for recs
- keep doing research on other grad school programs
- follow up with Monica on online graphic design program
- do things to make yourself happy, like walk with Meg around neighborhood, hang out with friends
- TREAT YOSELF –> bubble clay mask, hot bath, hair treatment at salon, massage, leg wax/ exfoliation, clean make up
- Express yourself –> continue improvising on piano, learning Chopin piece, also Photoshop + Illustrator (empowerment of chronically ill women <superhero with treatment mask> <cute new kinds of hospital wear…>
- Google Analytics / Hubspot /Lynda Academy for digital marketing, etc.