This one, though I have to link to a Pinterest pin since I’ll never be able to find it again on my blog.
If it’s on the bottom of your toe, you should put a bandage on it and give it some rest. If it’s on the top or side of your toe, it’s likely caused by your shoe rubbing on it. You may need new shoes or just socks meant for runners.
If you’re looking at my blog on something where you can see the layout, all of those things are linked to in the top navigation bar, just under the Back On Pointe header.
You are incorrect on a number of counts.
- It’s not mine; it’s a photo I reblogged.
- That’s not how copyright works. Even if it was mine, I’d be allowed to hang Nike’s logo on my wall and take a picture of it and upload the photo to Tumblr. Their copyright means I can’t use it in commercial purposes without permission and that I can’t claim it as my own. Copyright and IP law does not say you can’t hang someone’s work on your wall or draw it on a whiteboard.
- “If it gets too big”? What’s Nike going to do, sue me because a post got too popular? What would they sue me (or the original poster) for? They’re not losing any money and no one’s defaming the company.
- Take some time to yourself. You said that you’re overwhelmed, so you need some down time. Set aside 15-60 minutes a day to do something you enjoy. This could be reading in a hot bath, going for a jog around a local park, or baking cookies for your nice neighbors. But give yourself some time to be yourself and focus on yourself.
- Don’t worry about a gym. If you can’t afford it, you don’t need it right now. It might be nice to go now and again to do some lifting, but you can still work out without it. Look into bodyweight exercises that you can do at home. Find a local pool or safe lake and go swimming with friends. Join an outdoor workout group. Invest in a few dumbbells or kettlebells to use at home.
- Learn to breathe. Deep breaths, full breaths, all the time. It sounds weird, but trust me, it’ll help you relax. Before you go to sleep, just get comfortable in bed and breathe.
- Get a planner. Schedule in the things you need to do, then write in (in pencil) the stuff you’d like to do, but are flexible with. Find an organization system that works for you so you have less to remember.
- Replace things you don’t need and don’t want to do with things you enjoy. If you hate going to that book club every Wednesday night, stop going and try a yoga class instead. Take the money you’re spending on salty Chinese takeout and invest it into some Tupperware so you can bring your own delicious meals from home with you to work.
Hopefully some of that can help you!
That’s awesome! I absolutely hate fouettes, so that’s extra amazing in my eyes.
at some point during my freshman year of college, I bought a pair of dark brown “fashion” shorts. (I think of them as “fashion” shorts because they came from H&M, whereas the rest of my shorts come from camping gear stores and Walmart). I think these shorts were on sale. They were form-fitting. They looked pretty good on me and they made me feel good (which was and still is pretty rare). And I guess those were my main reasons for buying The Shorts. Also, I was dumb and extravagant with my cash.
I never wore them after I bought them. Like I would look at them in my dresser drawer, but I would always put on the shorts from Walmart/EMS/wherever. The Shorts were tight. Like, “probably not a good idea to bend at the waist” tight. But they were adorable and I really liked them, so I held onto them. It’s been like four years now. I still have The Shorts.
Last Friday we had a good, warm day, 75 degrees and breezy, so I dug out my collection of shorts and put on the old Walmart ones (best shorts ever — bleach stain, mystery barbecue stain, and extreme fading notwithstanding). The Shorts were at the bottom of the pile, and last night I finally tried them on again. There’s like this stereotype of women gauging their weight by this one “benchmark” item of clothing, and it’s a dumb stereotype but I guess there’s a grain of truth in it. I went ahead and tried on The Shorts. They were easy to button & zip, and there is loose fabric in the legs. They actually looked amazing on me. I immediately had a mini fashion show just to make sure this was the real deal. “Are you fucking kidding me right now” and “holy shit” were probably the two most-whispered phrases in my bathroom last night. I mean you should have seen my butt. Yeah girl.
and it made me think about myself differently. I started running last June. I’ve been running frequently since last fall. I’ve been running almost daily since January or February. I started because I was tired of sitting on the couch, and because I was sick of being “the slow one” when I went hiking with people. I just kind of wanted to be stronger so that I wouldn’t feel so bad about myself. And I don’t weigh myself, or measure my progress in any way other than miles and minutes. But then I tried on The Shorts. And they buttoned without resistance. And I went to bed feeling good about my progress.
You just summarized exactly what I’ve set out to do. It means a lot to me that I’ve been able to inspire you to love yourself and treat yourself well. I’m very proud of you.
I once asked my (eating disorded) friend why she rounded up her calories so much. I guess I knew the answer, because I used to do the very same thing, but I wanted to see what it meant to her.
She said, “Oh, it’s just in case.”
Which leads us, of course, to the following: just in case what? Just in case you break the ‘limit’ your ED has set you? Why would that be a bad thing, eating more than you had ‘planned’ beforehand?
Do you sometimes feel the same?
Breaking any ED compulsion - be it rounding up calories, or compulsively weighing yourself “just to make sure”, or anything - is always a very brave and very right thing to do.