So I’ve finished my course, it’s been a tough few days but I passed. I can’t say I managed to keep perfectly keto, having all your meals provided by a hotel and that amount of stress doesn’t bode well for keeping your resolve when there’s chocolate dessert right there, but I didn’t do terribly and maybe that’s enough. Anyways I’m going to relax for the rest of the day and eat whatever I want and tomorrow I will resume strict keto. For that reason I’m going to delay my weigh in till next Friday. I don’t think doing it tomorrow and feeling bad about the number will do my motivation any good.
I used this recipe:
It’s important to use splenda or some other sweetner that is stable at high temperatures, first time I made them I used aspartame because thats all my local shop had, unfortunately it turns out it loses sweetness at 180 degrees C, so my cookies came out salty. This time I used splenda and they were really good, the mixture wasnt thick enough to do the rectangle thing described in the recipe though so I just spooned out the micture into piles on a greased baking tray
Going to be absent for most of this week as I’m on a residential intensive course. So far sticking to keto is going well though and I got a pink Ketostix this morning
Got a faible on my Ketostix this morning, I had more carbs than normal yesterday so I’m pleased with that
Do you even polar bear
A teddy bear
I went to the mall, and a little girl called me a terrorist.
My name is Ela. I am seventeen years old. I am not Muslim, but my friend told me about her friend being discriminated against for wearing a hijab. So I decided to see the discrimination firsthand to get a better understanding of what Muslim women go through.
My friend and I pinned scarves around our heads, and then we went to the mall. Normally, vendors try to get us to buy things and ask us to sample a snack. Clerks usually ask us if we need help, tell us about sales, and smile at us. Not today. People, including vendors, clerks, and other shoppers, wouldn’t look at us. They didn’t talk to us. They acted like we didn’t exist. They didn’t want to be caught staring at us, so they didn’t look at all.
And then, in one store, a girl (who looked about four years old) asked her mom if my friend and I were terrorists. She wasn’t trying to be mean or anything. I don’t even think she could have grasped the idea of prejudice. However, her mother’s response is one I can never forgive or forget. The mother hushed her child, glared at me, and then took her daughter by the hand and led her out of the store.
All that because I put a scarf on my head. Just like that, a mother taught her little girl that being Muslim was evil. It didn’t matter that I was a nice person. All that mattered was that I looked different. That little girl may grow up and teach her children the same thing.
This experiment gave me a huge wakeup call. It lasted for only a few hours, so I can’t even begin to imagine how much prejudice Muslim girls go through every day. It reminded me of something that many people know but rarely remember: the women in hijabs are people, just like all those women out there who aren’t Muslim.
People of Tumblr, please help me spread this message. Treat Muslims, Jews, Christians, Buddhists, Hindus, Pagans, Taoists, etc., exactly the way you want to be treated, regardless of what they’re wearing or not wearing, no exceptions. Reblog this. Tell your friends. I don’t know that the world will ever totally wipe out prejudice, but we can try, one blog at a time.
this is so perfect in absolutely every single way.
Woman with child outside.
Child says ‘That lady is wearing red lipstick’ points through the window at me.
Mother says ‘That is because she a bit slutty’
Well fuck you very much you utter cunt.
You should be more concerned your child is eating a mars bar…
What the fuck? I thought red lipstick made me look classy hahahaha
Something like this happened to me, I was wearing red lipstick and sitting on a train with my boyfriend and a bunch of drunken football fans (it was like 4pm) started talking really loudly to each other about me saying that coz i had red lipstick on I must be looking for another man and unsatisfied and basically calling me a tramp! We switched carriages at the next stop. I just thought I was being fashionable! Where’s all this red lipstick hate coming from
today has been immensely hard. I had some drinks last night coz I had had a tough day and just wanted to let my hair down which resulted in a horrific hangover today, keto and alcohol do not mix! What makes it worse is all the things you crave when hungover are carby, aaaah! Anyways I’m feeling a bit better now, I had a lunch that contained more carbs than id usually eat but still well under 50g so I hope I’ll remain in ketosis. I need to remember this feeling though because its not nice feeling this crap. I also clearly need a more healthy way of dealing with my problems. (not that I do this regularly). maybe next time I’ll just have a luxurious bath, or do the whole dinner & cinema thing sans alomahol.
So this before and after isn’t so much about what I lost in the past month, but more about what I’ve gained. On one of my previous weight loss before and afters, someone made the comment “wow you were better thick.” And though its flattering to be told I had a nice body then, the comment irked me. Because I was most certainly not “better” when I was “thick.”
Let me start by saying that I believe all shapes and sizes are absolutely beautiful. But that picture on the left… there’s nothing beautiful about that. And I don’t mean my body. I remember that day at cheer camp, I was so embarrassed, so self conscious in shorts and a t shirt I was on the verge of tears. You tell me: do I look happy? Do I look like I love myself? Do I look “better”?
My after is me after working incredibly hard to battle my bad self image and self hate, and learning to truly love myself no matter what my shape and treat my body with the respect it deserves. And when I started loving myself and treating myself right, when I stopped hating myself for eating a doughnut and stopped pressuring myself into eating healthy and obsessively exercising, yeah. I did lose weight. But I GAINED so much more. And that mirror picture on the right? Do you know that is probably my 3rd mirror picture in my life? I had never been confident enough to do that. And that’s really big for me.
So to the person who said I was better thick, I’d like to say thanks but no thanks, I’m a whole lot healthier and happier where I am now.
Your progress is amazing and your new outlook on a healthy life is inspiring.
A lion does not worry about the opinion of sheep.
That is what I say to myself when people decide to judge my body.
You are amazing and gorgeous and worked too hard to let anyone tell you otherwise!!
A great reminder that ultimately all that matters is how we feel about ourselves.