Boss is over a half hour late. Ruining my gym time. Fuck.
Holy shit, I’m feeling so good today. I volunteered at a food shelf for 2 hours, went to the gym for an hour in a half and worked my back/biceps + some cardio, and bought my boyfriend some new sambas cause some asshole stole his.
Feeling like I did some good deeds today.
Went to Los campeones (local gym in Minneapolis) to sign up Kody and I for the gym and within the first five minutes two people introduced themselves, one being an ex-trainer and saw the ace bandage on my foot. She asked if, for free, I wanted to do Pilates with her to learn more about what to do with my core and upper body while healing. All she wants in exchange is cashew cheese! I’m beyond stoked. Oh, and the gym has 9 squat racks.
Witnessed something last night that will forever change my life.
All I can say is please treat your loved ones (and everyone) with respect. If you are a victim of abuse, tell someone close to you or seek help. Don’t put up with misconduct because you have the right to justice. And you deserve better. I’m deeply saddened by how many people settle. Violent acts should ALWAYS be managed, whether it be a dispute between family or friends or even strangers.
I’m lucky I’m here today. I’m lucky I have people who deeply care about me and treat me with respect. I’m lucky to be loved. I’m lucky to not be a victim of abuse.
going to make homemade enchilada sauce, bye
HAPPY FACE BECAUSE I AM NOW HOBBLING AROUND WITHOUT ANY USE OF CRUTCHES. : )