Tuesday, September 29, 2015

My Body Health

So right now I’m sitting on a yoga mat with a bag of ice on my shoulder and every once in a while I switch it over to my knee. It’s actually hurting so bad that the pressure of the ice is making it sting. No Bueno.

I want to talk to ya’ll about taking care of your body. I don’t think life is worth it if you’re not body happy and soul happy. Notice also the words I’m using here: body healthy. Body happy. Not thin, not strong, not fat, not jiggly, not firm; HEALTHY. That’s gonna be a different standard for every single person who reads this, I’m just letting you know what it means to me and how I (sometimes) achieve it.

So let’s talk about body health. That means a different thing for me now that I’ve started rugby. It doesn’t always mean I’m at my best, it just means I’ll work towards my best as often as I can. Here’s how I do it:

The three basics that help everyone are these:

  1.   Drink a shit ton of water. Seriously, it’s a good thing if you’re constantly peeing. And don’t just chug a glass and think you’re good. DRINK IT. IN SIPS. OVER THE COURSE OF THE DAY. Seriously, all you have to do is run a google search to know that drinking water has a ridiculous amount of health benefits, and it’s so easy to get. Just do it.
  2. SLEEP! This is a difficult one for me for two reasons. One, I’m a college student and I have homework that I enjoy putting off till the last minute. This means a lot of stressed out late night. Two, I’m rooming with three freshman girls who party constantly. At first I was thinking it would be nice to hang out with them and get super close so we could all be besties. I’m now calling myself out on that bullshit. If I have to change something, even just a little thing like my sleep schedule, to get close with a person, then they aren’t really worth getting close with in the first place. That’s a very stubborn view, I know. But that’s how I feel. Take me or leave me, just don’t keep me up till 2 AM on a school night.
  3.    Eat. I’m not even gonna go into how you should eat (right now) just as long as you’re eating at least three meals a day with a couple snacks thrown in. Starving yourself is terrible! Even if it’s not full blown anorexia and you just don’t have time for breakfast, you’re hurting your body. Stop it. Also, if you do have an eating disorder, I am 100% supportive of you to find help wherever you can. Ignore the stigma and the assholes who will judge you for a disease you can’t help having and tell someone. There’s always a person willing to help, including me if it comes down to it.
So now you know the basics and I can stop writing!

Ha, no of course not. 
Those are the little things that work for everybody. Seeing as this is a blog about me, I think I’ll go into greater detail of how I keep me, myself, and my body healthy. Maybe some of you can relate!

I push myself. I’m a competitive person. So when I’m at practice, or at weights, or just at the yoga practice I go to sometimes I’m constantly striving to be better. To hold that pose longer. To keep up with Tina, who is an absolute running machine. To see my muscles grow. I’m not forcing myself to do something I don’t enjoy, it’s just how I am.

I try to avoid guilt. This one’s tough, and I actually didn’t succeed today. But I’ll be better tomorrow! I won’t beat myself up for eating a toaster strudel (good god they’re delicious).

I make at least one healthy decision per day. Foodwise, I mean. Even if it’s at a place like Chipotle where it’s sort of impossible to be truly healthy, I make my order as healthy as it possibly can be. I force myself to eat spinach at home (and then move on the good stuff). It’s not always pretty, but it’s worth it when you really start to feel good.

I take vitamins. Currently I’m taking fish oil, vitamin C, biotin, and B12 supplements. When you’re pushing yourself as hard as is required in rugby you need the extra push. And no I’m not talking about steroids! I’m literally wearing down my body with all the running and tackling that we do. So the vitamins help build it back up. I actually wish I could take more but I’m a little broke right now.

I listen to my body. The other week I strained my quad. I knew something was close to snapping but I pushed myself anyways. Then I couldn’t practice for a week. That sucked more than how I would’ve felt just taking it easy for a practice and having a good stretch that night. That’s what I’m doing to my shoulder right now. It’s telling me that somethings close to breaking, so I’m icing the hell out of it and giving it some good stretches. It’ll get better.

I destress. There’s a lot of ways I do this. There’s a packet of semi-sweet chocolate chips in my freezer that gets dipped into every once in a while. I watch Netflix (current obsession is the Blacklist). The newest and so far best de-stresser in my life is the yoga practice I go to at the U of A rec. There’s something so invig
orating about a 12 o’clock yoga class. I can’t begin to describe how content I feel after walking out of that room.

This was a pretty long post and I really appreciate you sticking it out with me. I know I wasn’t very good about posting this last week, but I’m back in a big way! If nothing else is happening on the blog you can always feel free to follow my on Instagram and Twitter!

How do you keep your body healthy?
-E.B


Sunday, September 20, 2015

Rant Time: Roommate Edition

Time for a good old fashioned rant.

It’s always a little awkward with new roommates. Three roommates who already know each other and you’re the odd man out? That’s fucking ridiculous. It’s also the situation I’m in right now.

So when that shit happens it’s important to keep things open and honest. The key ingredient of any drama is secrecy, or even just a lack of communication. I know that. I actually thought it was a general knowledge! So it pisses me off when I walk in a room and am figuratively shit on by a roommate.

The thing is, I’m not a clean person. I know this. The people I lived with before know this. My main problem is I don’t immediately wash my dishes. Don’t get me wrong, I always do them. It’s just not a right-after-I-eat kind of thing. And this bothers my roommates.

Now I’m not saying that messiness isn’t something worth getting upset over. It’s not something that bothers me but that doesn’t mean I don’t see why it bothers others. What does and is bothering me is I wasn’t told anything until tonight. And really, “told” isn’t the right word. Yelled at; that’s more accurate. I really, really don’t like being yelled at, especially when I was unaware I was causing any friction to begin with.

So here’s what I would like to say to my roommates:

If I do something you don’t like, then FUCKING TELL ME. I don’t read minds. If I don’t know I’m doing something you don’t like then I can’t fucking change what you don’t like you dumbass. Seriously, how stupid do you have to be to just complain to each other about someone who lives ten feet away?! I get that we don’t know each other that well, but it’s obvious to a lot of others that I’m a friendly person. If you come to me and we have a conversation about what’s bugging you then we’ll both come out on the other side just fine. Instead ya’ll just decided to bitch and bottle it up when I’m around until the pressure got so intense you blow up in my face! I don’t fucking appreciate the lack of courtesy that takes. I hate it a lot more than you hate coming home to a goddamn dirty kitchen.

Of course I can’t actually say that. I have manners. And no, I’m not a total hypocrite by complaining about my roommates who complain about me. I told them the polite version of the previous paragraph; that I’d appreciate being told about anything that bothers them, especially before they bottle it up and things get messy.

I’m really hoping this is just a one time awkwardness. I’ve already done the shitty roommate situation and it’s not a fun time. One of the reasons why I like open conversations and communication is because I hate angry confrontations. I’m honestly a pretty sensitive person so someone being vicious towards me either makes me incredibly, thought-blocking angry; or it sends me in a downward spiral. Tonight it was the latter, and it’s not a way I like to end my day.
I hope all ya’ll are having a better Sunday than I am.

-E.L

What’s your best/worst experience with roommates?

Saturday, September 19, 2015

My Money Goals


Fuck it’s been a busy week. I’ve barely had time to think, so my new and improved schedule went straight out the window. Rugby, school, and looking for a job have me running around like a chicken with my head cut off. And honestly that’s not a bad thing, it’s just taking some getting used to.

Today I want to talk about something that’s definitely on a lot of people’s minds. I hate to think about it, but I’ve got a lot of money issues. I’m paying for my own rent with my savings because I have yet to find a job and rugby dues are coming up. Unfortunately there’s an extra dose of reality when you join a club sport in college: nothing’s for free.

The thing is, if you want to be really good at a sport you have to eat right and take a shit ton of vitamin supplements. Unfortunately a single bunch of spinach costs the same as six packs of ramen, so you can understand the struggle there. I didn’t think vitamins would be such a necessary thing, but the longer I play the more I realize I need them. Rugby is a much tougher sport than anything I’ve ever played, on the field and on my body. It’s full contact with a lot of running; that’s the kind of thing that kills your joints. So in comes these programs for weight loss, getting lean, and supporting my body in general but I.can’t.pay.for.it. It’s starting to get frustrating.

Here are my new money goals for the rest of the semester:

Get a job. I really can’t emphasize enough how desperate I am for employment. And it’s not like I’m not looking. I’ve got a few places lined up, but they’re taking their sweet time with the interview process. One of them, a local pizza place, is saying I might be able to start next week. Till then I’ll keep on looking.

Save as much as possible! I’m gonna take out enough of my paycheck to pay rent and save the rest. All my other spending is gonna have to come from tips. I think I can make it work.

Buy for quality. I could easily spend a small amount of money on a huge amount of ramen. It makes sense economically. But I’m not just looking to save money. You can’t be healthy in your body that way, and you definitely can’t be healthy in your soul. Everybody needs some soul food, and ramen doesn’t cut it. So when I do spend money, it’s gonna be on the good stuff.

Keep on moving on. I’m a big believer in pushing through and finding the good in bad situations. In fact, right now my life is a few blips of bad in a great situation, so there’s no reason to ruin things by focusing too hard on insignificant details. I’m doing what I can to get some income. No need to worry.

So for the rest of you going through rough financial times like me (which, let’s be honest, isn’t even close to being as bad as millions of Americans have it) just know that this too shall pass. We’ve got this.

Any advice on how to increase my savings?

Friday, September 11, 2015

One New Thing


I did a thing!

I have a goal that every week I’ll do something new, and this week was a total success! It’s kind of freaky doing anything different, even for someone like me who thrives on the feeling of variety. But I started it and that’s the important thing.

I think this is gonna sound weird to some of you because it’s not a very common thing I did: I joined the Arizona rugby team!

Yup, a rugby team. I joined a sport that I’ve never played before and I honestly wasn’t sure that we had a women’s rugby team on campus until I passed by a booth and a girl told me to show up to an info session.

So I was pretty nervous about showing up to practice. There are a bunch of rookies, so that made me feel a little less out of my depth. It’s not like rugby is a common sport in high schools across America. But I walked onto the pitch (that’s what they call the field) and I had so.much.fun. The thing is, I was so involved in my high school! I played volleyball, softball, and basketball; was the captain of the academic Olympics team, student body president, and sang with the choir. I went from doing all that to nothing in college. I was sort of in a couple clubs but I didn’t feel a very strong connection with anyone. And it wasn’t until I was out there on the pitch, running around with a funny shaped ball, and working my ass off that I realized how much I missed being part of a team. I missed that feeling of comradery you get with a group of girls who are all interested in the same thing as you. It was a huge part of my life and I didn’t know how much of a hole it left me when I gave up on that.
But now I’m filling it! I could’ve joined something I was familiar with like basketball or volleyball, but this way I can expand my horizons a little more and do something unique! How many people can say they just up and joined a club rugby team?! It’s gonna be great. I can feel it.

-E.B

What have ya’ll done that’s new and exciting this week?

Thursday, September 10, 2015

I Like My Butt

I have a few insecurities about my body. Logically, I know they’re bullshit and I’m hot, but that doesn’t stop me from feeling them. One of the things I very rarely have a bad thought about is (you already know where I’m going with this) my ass!

My ass is straight up awesome. I fill out my jeans. Squats aren’t necessary to make it pop (though they totally help out). The men in my life have told me multiple times how great it is. This all adds up to something I figured out my freshman year of high school: I got myself a moneymaker!
As much as I’d love to spend an entire post talking about how amazing my booty is; that’s not my main point. Here’s what I’m really here to say:

There’s nothing wrong with telling people how amazing you are.

I repeat; NOTHING WRONG WITH IT! Of course the first step is simply knowing in your heart that there’s something (lots of things) great about you. That’s how I started off. I had to acknowledge that I’m beautiful. A hundred people could’ve told me that I had a nice butt and it wouldn’t have mattered until I said it myself.

Now don’t take this the wrong way. I’m not saying I go around ass first and tell people constantly how great it is. That would be ridiculously weird and there's a difference between confident and braggy. What I’m saying is when someone compliments me on how I look, my response is “Thank you.” I don’t immediately switch into self-deprecating mode. I accept the compliment and know it’s true. I don’t put myself down, which is something I feel way too many people do. It’s some kind of strange self-defense mechanism that kicks in when we’re not totally sure of ourselves. I used to be the girl who apologized for everything I did, who didn’t think I was as pretty as the skinnier or curvier girls, who relied on other people for confidence.

I’m not that girl anymore. And I hope it takes everyone a lot less time than it took me to get to this point of confidence and independence. It’s really important to be able to admit your upstanding points. We can have flaws and still acknowledge that we’re beautiful people. The two aren’t mutually exclusive!

Anywho, this post got real cheesy real quick, but I’m gonna stand by it. Having the ability to say how amazing you are in any number of ways will be helpful in every aspect of your life. The people around you will appreciate it, job interviewers will be impressed, and you won’t be dragging yourself down. Trust me, it’s a good feeling.

-E.B

What’s something amazing about your body? Personality? In general?

Sunday, September 6, 2015

A Random Post: Taylor Mali (my teacher spirit animal)

This man has influenced and inspired me in so many ways. It truly blows my mind the kind of passion he puts into his poetry and his need to spread the good word about teaching. If you ever feel the need to ask a teacher what they make, I suggest you watch this video:



This is the poem that flung away any doubts I had about becoming a teacher. Senior year of high school, when I was making the final decision of where to go to school and was debating on someplace other than Arizona and its amazing teaching program; that's when I needed to hear this. And I did! I made the right decision and I'm on this path now. 

So thanks Taylor Mali, I owe you one.

-E.B


Saturday, September 5, 2015

One Month In!


I've been blogging for exactly a monthish now! Not only do I feel like I'm doing better than my first attempt, I have proof! Those 8 people following me on Bloglovin' are eight more than I had before! I know, intimidating numbers right?

I'm really liking where my blogs headed so far and I'm happy with the responses I'm getting! My numbers are small right now, but time will take care of that, and for now I'm just focusing on being myself and saying what's on my mind.

To improve your and my experience with all this, I've got a new schedule I'll be sticking to! At least, I'll stick to it as best I can. Being slightly flighty doesn't go hand in hand with sticking to a deadline.

Here's my plan!

Saturdays and Wednesdays will be for my regular ramblings/rants/thoughts/anything that I decide is interesting to write about. Fridays will be for something a little different. I've decided to try something new out at least once a week. I'll be going to events, hanging out with new people, or even seeing a movie. Anything new and exciting will work! And once I experience it, I'll share it with everyone!

We'll see how well I can stick with all this, but I think it's important to try!

What do ya'll do to keep a schedule? Help me out!
-E.B

Thursday, September 3, 2015

The Dream Job


Last week I took my first education class! It’s a big deal for me because the last two years of school have basically been focused on politics and gen eds. I think Government and history are really interesting and important, but I also hate monotony. When the only thing breaking up my day of political parties and history of Islam is a huge lecture class that I don’t really want to take anyways, I go a little crazy. Now that I’m past that, the only classes I’m taking right now are the ones that I want to!

One of those classes is my Intro to the Teaching Profession. It’s very quickly becoming one of the most interesting and best classes I’ve ever been in, but when I tell people about it I usually get one of two responses. One, they’re really happy for me and interested in what I’m saying or two, the conversation is immediately sidetracked by some form of the statement, “Wow, you want to teach. That’s pretty crazy. I’d never be able to handle that.”

I’ve had the idea in my head of being a teacher since I was little. It was mixed in with my dreams of being a scientist, a princess, and a professional basketball player; but it was there! It wasn’t until I was a junior in high school that the idea really solidified into a goal. I was coaching a couple middle schoolers on how to control where they bumped a volleyball when I realized that I could do this. I could coach a team and be a teacher in the classroom; and I could be happy doing that. I think anyone who’s happy with their career can look back and see the moment when they realized they could actually achieve it.

But there’s still this huge group of people who think I’m batshit crazy for considering it! Especially since I want to teach highschoolers!

So, for the convenience of anyone who would like to question my sanity, here’s why I want to teach

Honestly, I want my summers. I have other dreams. I want to travel.  I want to spend an entire day reading a book I love. I want to enjoy the heat outside of an office. Being a teacher will give me a month of freedom to enjoy myself however I want (yes it’s a month if I’m lucky. The rest of summer is spent preparing for the school year). Summers are good for the soul.

I want to inspire someone. I’m going to teach these kids about government and history. These aren’t the most inspiring subjects, but I know I can do it. If a child takes my class then they’ll walk out of there knowing they can change the world. They’ll know why it’s important to follow politics and they’ll know they can do something about the fucked upness that exists out there.

I value my time more than I value a big paycheck. I’ve never dreamed of owning a big house on a hill. I don’t need a bunch of rooms and a bunch of stuff. It’s just never interested me. As long as I’m comfortable (which isn’t a high bar) then I’m happy. I can spend my time helping people instead of joining the rat race to make a few extra dollars.

I want to provide a safe space. I’m aware that there are some shitty parents out there. It’s not something I’m happy about, and there’s not much I can do about it except give a child a place where they can work hard and learn without looking over their shoulders. As long as there’s one place in their lives where this is possible, then I’ll be happy.

I like teenagers. They’re funny! They’re a little kooky! They’re doing their best to figure out who they are in life and I’m gonna get a front row seat! I might even be able to set a good example of who they want to be, or maybe hand out some critical advice. Either way, I enjoy spending time with those crazy fucks. It’s fun!

I think what irritates me most about people who criticize my path in life is they think their opinion is relevant. If you couldn’t handle highschoolers and would hate to teach, then fucking don’t! I, however, think I’m gonna be great at it.

 I can’t wait to make a difference and the further along I get the more convinced I am that this is what I want to do with my life.



What’s your opinion of teachers? Leave a comment and we’ll talk about it! There’s a very real discussion that needs to happen on the pros and cons of teaching!