#exercize

[humanityinahandbag]

I finally lost THIRTY pounds.

Thirty pounds (or roughly 14 kg) is the same as;

Two upright vacuums

A whole ass whippet dog

A medium sized rug

A 50 inch (127 cm) flatscreen TV

A fuckin mountain bike

Two bowling balls

I just want to highlight just how much that is, because this is huge for me! I've always struggled with weight, and seeing myself become healthier is such an achievement. It's in no way been an easy journey. There have been months where the scale didn't move, or where my weight fluctuated, but to see it finally tick down to a thirty pound loss is a massive achievement for me.

I've got a ways to go, but knowing that I've made my health a priority, that I've improved my quality of life, that I haven't given up, and that I can see those results is just mind-blowing.

[fitandfluent]

Fit and Fluent Challenge

I'm doing my own version of 75 hard, which looks a little different. During this challenge, I'm going to:

work out 30 minutes 2 times per day

Complete 1 French lesson each day

For day 1, I wound up using my new walking pad. I love it! I ended up listening to my Pimsleur lesson while I walked. I'm on level 2 right now, which means there's a lot more review and practice involved.

[kdkeenan]

My Big, Fat Weight-Loss Campaign, Part 7: The Betrayal of the Body

On the one hand, I have lost 55 pounds in about two years—45 of them during 2024. On the other hand, I have been stuck at the same number for about six months, and I can’t seem to move past it. There are a few reasons for this. One reason is that my left knee decided to join my right knee by becoming incredibly painful. At times, I could walk only with the help of two canes. This meant that the…

[trilobiter]

Don't know, might just loaf.

Well, I'll exercize for an hour. Then I'll loaf.

Well, I'll exercize for two half-hour periods, separated by an indefinite time of loafing. Then, I'll loaf more.

Productive January.

[city-of-longevity]

Staying active needs new approaches and data (as well as new trainers).

Reasons why we don’t exercise:

I don't have enough time;

I can't afford it (especially low-income people and older adults); I'm bored;

I have other priorities (especially working mothers and carers);

It's too competitive and not fun (especially for kids and young people);

I don't think I can do it (poor self-efficacy);

I'm afraid of getting hurt or hurting myself (especially among older adults);

No one follows me;

There are no suitable places or my workplace does not allow me;

I'm afraid (of traffic, of crime, of appearing clumsy);

I feel uncomfortable (litter, graffiti, air pollution, broken pavements, absence of parking spots or benches or shade, etc.), but I also feel uncomfortable with the fact that I can't get out of the house;

Ageism (I'm too old to put on overalls), sexism (not appropriate for girls or women), and cultural restrictions;

Weather conditions such as extreme heat or cold and ice conditions (especially for older adults);   How can the City of Longevity help mitigate these hurdles? What about understanding better how we experience – for example walking – the city?

[vibinginthebg]

✨Some doodles of the siblings to try to see how to draw them ✨

(I am super late to the party hello)

[deebrisbyfish]

This strip was inspired by a PREVIOUS piece I had done, drawing up a bunch of heads all showing different expressions. It was a fun visual exercise, but I really wanted to work the idea into an actual narrative. Heidi noticing me making the weird faces provided me with the inspiration to work it all together and have fun with it. :)

[squish--squash]

I will chain myself to your soul

(a quick suosaku drawing before the 1st is over for me!)

[alice-ness]

mandy :)

[jenniecaipirinha]

[caducus-kt]

really rushed festive moon i made for a discord pfp to keep up my tradition of yearly festive pfps for the month of december

merry christmas :>

[aropride]

the thing is that duckbill n95 masks are like. objectively the best seal the most breathable the least likely to irritate ur skin etc etc etc. however they have the fatal flaw of looking kinda silly :(

[selfshippinglover]

TEEHEEHEE MY ENTRY FOR @astro-vision-au 's Valentine's collab/DIYS Challenge COMPLETE!! >:33

The robot’s eyes widen in surprise as they turn in surprise to the group of generous donors. The first thing that catches his eye is the dazzling array of colors adorning the stranger sitting off to the leftmost side of the circular seat. Their body seems to shine and and shimmer with the glow of thousands upon thousand of stars as their dichromatic eyes call out to him with a gravity of their own. To the side of the starry-eyed fellow sat another fellow tv head(are they all mr. Puzzles variants or just other object heads?) sat someone that looked like they could be a carnival worker of some sort? His first inclination is that they could be someone that runs carnival games? Lik, one of those guys holding one of those shitty plastic megaphones as they call out to the park's inhabitants. 

”Step right up! Test your strength!” The thought nearly has him giggling as his visor pans over to the next guy-

“C-Cardinal?” His jaw nearly drops as he takes it upon himself to rush over to the table-while also keeping the two glasses of fruity goodness from spilling of course. “What are you doing here and not,” he lowers his voice, eyeing the bartender nervously, “ya know, in jail?” 

And where the hell is his shirt-

The man in orange currently eyeing him with that ever present trademark grin of his, merely chuckled whilst waving a hand dismissively. “I have my ways little morsel~” Bunnybot rolls his eyes, screen flickering to animate the feeling like a gif but it’s clear by the slight red on his face that he doesn’t remain entirely unaffected by the others words.” I guess I should expect that by now….”

“AHEM,” a voice sounds off to his right which he turns to greet, “Yes hello, I am also here.” The voice of the man dressed surprisingly less scantily than the other people he’s chosen to seat himself with is all at once familiar. “Apologies, I just happen to know Cardinal here.” The smaller robot sets down the glasses one by one. “Mr. Puzzles I assume?” His tail wags slightly in anticipation of a yes. “Looks like someone’s got good taste~” 

“Hardly.” Bunnybot looks up to see the man with the red carnival hat rolling his spiraling eyes, face splashed blue from what he assumes is alcohol. 

“You’re just an old school knockoff of the original~ I’m way more of a tasteful choice~”

 From the way Mr. Puzzles glares at the other, he can only assume this is a normal exchange between the two men.

 “Guys, can you chill out? We’re here to have fun and meet Cardinal’s darling little friend here~” He can feel his face darkening at the spiral galaxy colored man’s compliment whilst turning to Cardinal in silent questioning. ‘I didn’t know he talked about me with other people!’ Just as he’s about to question the other about it, Cardinal suddenly speaks up. 

“Yes, yes, you should get acquainted but why not let the little poor thing sit first, hmm?” He gestures to the seat off to his left with a little pat of the leather and a brow raised in amusement. He can feel the other three exchanging glances as the tall man in a magenta crop top and pretty stockings file out of the booth with the man in a dark red and blue tank top close behind him. 

“Thank you.” Bunnybot quickly seats himself next to Cardinal so as to not keep the other two guys standing too long.

 “Right then, as I was saying,” the indignant tone of the guy has the some version of Mr. Puzzles snorting “My name is Starz,” he gestures to himself with a playful wink that is somehow intensified by the pink blush coloring his screen, “this is Mr. Park,” Park raises his glass with a grin before chugging what was left of it, “aaaand you’ve already met those two.” His tone takes on an air of disinterest as he points out Cardinal and Puzzles.

“Hmph!” The table bursts into a fit of chuckles and giggles alike as BB’s eyes land on Mr. Puzzles screen, now splattered a bright red. “I hate all of you…” This only prompts another round of laughter from the group followed by a pout from Mr. Puzzles. “I bet Bunnybot here finds me charming….”

“Of course I do! I mean, you’re all quite-” He suddenly feels a weight hanging on his left shoulder. “We agreed that this one is off limits.” Bunnybot is not expecting the sounds of warning in the other’s voice nor the huff from Puzzles but also it’s kind of hard to concentrate on those things when suddenly his machinery is whirring faster and his face is getting a considerable amount warmer.

“I was just teasing is all~ Just a little harmless fuuun~” Cardinal only glares at him, the goop in the corners of his screen dripping a little more fiercely than before.

‘It’s just his usual teasing,’ the smaller bot reminds himself silently as his inner workings protest by way of running hotter, ‘nothing more.’ Unfortunately, the facts of the matter fail to leave him without feeling nor action as he subconsciously leans into the other’s offer of embrace. “Ignore him my little cottontail,” BB looks up just in time to greet Cardinal’s yellow eyes now trained on him in an almost predatory fashion, “he’s not thinking straight~” The way Cardinal’s eyes trail over his face is enough to give him pause but then he feels the other’s hand tighten around him and the back of his mouth is going dry.

[scn-thedog]

this is monthsss old i think i started it around october? i literally.want to write this so bad but like dont know how to go about it. zamboheads do we fw this?

[squarebracket-trickster]

Prologue: I have a hypermobility disorder.

Act I: "Maybe I'll be a good daughter and shovel part of the driveway."

Act II: "this isn't that bad! The snow is very light and powdery this morning. I can do the whole driveway!"

Act III: "My arms. are burning. But I committed to this (I told no one)." *through gritted teeth* "I. will. shovel. this whole damn driveway. mark my words."

Act IV: "My arms are starting to shake and - oops - that's not a good angle to be holding my wrist... I hope I haven't been doing that without noticing..."

*timeskip (to evening)*

Act V: "My right wrist is in a splint, and my left wrist is in a compression brace. Whops."

Epilogue: *fourth wall break* and what might we learn from this tragic tale? Well, when your arms start shaking, you should probably stop five minutes ago, and hypermobile people: wear your damn braces!

[the-faultofdaedalus]

It starts with the dreams.

They're not like other dreams. There's no distortion to them, none of the instability that comes with most dreams. Everything is vivid, clear. Your mind is sharp, orderly.

Nonetheless, it is not a lucidity. You don't know you are in a dream, and you won't, not until you wake up. 

You'll be in a field, a forest, on the shore of some great ocean. Empty landscapes, all of them. There will always be something there for you -- a cup on the stump of a tree, a perfectly round pool of water, a series of leaves, constellations wheeling across the sky.

The vast majority of people will only ever have one of these dreams. Whatever their reaction to the objects, the signs, the trials, they don't pass whatever the unstated test is, and they never have another dream again. They carry on with their lives, those lucky masses.

To some, to people like you, the dreams continue. They become familiar over a month, two, three. You'll put the leaves in order, you'll stare into the depths of the pool, the cup will fill with sweet-tasting tea. You'll see the stars wheel in patterns overhead, you'll find patterns in their dance. You'll preform these tasks with a strange, natural intuition, though some will feel easier than others. It will surprise you to hear that most people have no such drive, no such innate understanding of what these visions require of you.

Of course, you can fail these tests, should you wish to. You don't have bend the motions of the stars to your will until they are set in the correct patterns, you don't need to look to something beyond the pool of water, to see into a place that is not where you stand, to arrange the plants according to what is within, not without. You don't need to. You can avoid the fate you don't yet know about.

You can, but you won't. This drive is buried too deep to be avoided.

The last dream will have no task for you, no challenge, no test. You will awake in another empty place, at night, made bright by the moon, the stars.

In front of you will be a path, stretching straight away to the horizon. 

This will be the last chance you have to avoid this fate. You can avoid this fate, if you wish to, if you can gather your wits and realize that this dream is no longer entirely a dream. 

All you must do is not walk forward. Do not follow the path. Stay exactly where you are, even if you do not wake up. Especially if you do not wake up.

You only have one other choice, and it is the path.

You're already walking, aren't you?

Something is pulling you forwards, the same bone-deep intuition that you felt about the tests. Something not that you need to do, but something that is so easy that it would be more difficult to not you.

And so you walk, along the path, under the moon. You've made your choice; you'll find, now, that there is no turning back.

You will walk towards the horizon, and the moon will spin through it's phases like rotoscope.

When you next wake, you will not be in the same place you fell asleep. You will be somewhere new. Somewhere else. You will say goodbye to your old life, whatever it was. However perfect or dismal it was, no matter if you longed to leave it behind or were content with your lot. You will not have a choice. There is no way home, not from here, not anymore.

Welcome to the Witchdraft.