That number on a scale

This has been a thing that's bothered me for a while. It's partially spurred by someone I know. This person is obsessed with making that number on the scale go down. She goes running, because "it's a good way to lose weight!" Yet when she complains about not being able to go running (which is a lot, and usually the reason is the weather "Oh, I don't want to go running when it's hot"), and I suggest that she do some weight lifting, she gives me a look of disgust and goes, "I want to lose weight, not gain it." Like I told her to become fat. That's not the case.

What is the stigma against girls having muscle? When did society become so obsessed with a scale? It makes me frustrated that people look at me funny when I go do weights. It frustrates me that girls are in a race to see who can lose the most weight and be skinny and good-looking. There's a stigma against being big- fat, muscular, anything that's not in the magazines- that girls will criticize other girls who aren't trying to actively become or remain small.

Exercise

I'm going back to my M-W-F posting schedule. Trying to remember post on Sunday is ridiculous. Partially because I don't want to have to remember I have to write something. I'd rather let my mind go blank.

For the past week, I've found myself looking forward to the times I can go out and exercise, whether it be swimming, playing frisbee, or volleyball. These things make up such a small portion of my day, yet I want to go out and do those things more than anything else right now. I promised myself to go swimming at least twice a week, maybe more, if I get the chance. Frisbee's always set on Friday and Sunday. Volleyball is whenever my volleyball friend can come to to campus to visit.

It's amazing how these things, which I usually detest, can make my week.

Ultimate Casual Frisbee- HARDCORE MODE

That's become my favorite phrase. "HARDCORE MODE." I end up using it a lot in my let's plays, and I've caught myself using it multiple times in real life, too. Oops.

Well, I played Ultimate Frisbee again today. We decided to have a night game, and it ended up raining. Apparently, that's not "horrible weather." And it really wasn't. It rained a bit, but nothing too bad. Except I ended up being near blind. Playing with water on my glasses seriously inhibited my ability to see any kind of light clearly, especially on something as tiny as a frisbee. I took my glasses off and made it HARDCORE MODE for me. Basically, I could only see what team someone was on when I got extremely close to them. That resulted in me running. A lot. Apparently, I do not have horrible cardio, which is a surprise to me. I just can't do running straight the entire time.

Also, I am intimidating, so says some of the guys. This one big Polynesian guy, after throwing the disk, said, "Would anyone believe me if I said she scared me?", referring to me. And my friend Jonathan kept telling me to stop defending him because I made him nervous. I am apparently a really good defender too. I asked one of the guys on the blue team if I was intimidating. He said, "No, not at all. When you're on the same team."

Good sign, good sign.

Because we were playing in the dark, we were using glow sticks. There was a pink team and a blue team. I am not ashamed to admit I kept thinking of Red vs Blue, the series by RoosterTeeth, but most of the "characters" were on wrong teams. The only one even remotely accurate would be that the Caboose-like kid was on the blue team.