Whoops!
Did what I said I wouldn't do. Made this and never posted. But as I do everything but work at work, something a youtuber - ash callaghan - said, made me think. I was definitely posting because I want to be famous and seen.
1) lmao. wut? who am i but a lonely creature on God's green and browning earth? and 2) I get genuine joy from putting my thoughts out into the big ether and rereading them and think hmm I'm so smart!
So here I am. Promising to post at least once a week, from either my laptop or the school's desktop, both locations giving me strong enough WiFi to write, edit and upload articles.
So, let's get to the nitty gritty. I have updates on myself that lead to the conversation alluded to in the title.
I successfully moved to Korea in August of 2025, enjoyed myself for about a month before realizing I hate my life, my job, and wish I simply had the guts and acumen to get into PhD's the first time. Then as soon as I decided I hated my life, my job and wished I was doing literally anything else, thought back to the wise words of one of my meanest professors who I love dearly:
"Anisa, I think you should also consider Master's programs. There are some with funding that you can find."
And so I put the pedal to the metal and began writing my applications to UConn, Dartmouth, Stony Brook, and Washington State University's paid Master's programs. Most were in English or Comparative Literature and I took what I learned from my first round of applications to write a stronger statement and cultivate a better profile.
That was November 2025 - February 2026. It is now April. And with two acceptances, a waitlist, and a denial on the table, I'm saving as much money as I can to prepare for landing in Long Island in the fall.
In preparation for my return to the Estados Unidos, I decided I need to up my lifestyle and better my habits. Which leads to our title: dude what the fuck, am i getting old?
My main tenet for these changes is consistency in the gym, I want to post on Instagram for the first time in two years and avoid feeling the urge to archive the post 5 minutes after it uploads. I want to feel strong and capable after menopause and I would definitely hate having to fight my decreasing metabolism as I get older. Which after doing my first Norwegian 4x4 yesterday, may be coming faster than I thought.
As I write to you now, dear reader, my hips are in a uproar about what I have been having them do the last month in the name of consistency. Weight training 4 times a week, incline walking and Stairmaster 4 times a week, and now running for 4 minute intervals? oh, she's pissed off.
And initially, I thought hey, I could do this. Almost 8 years of suicides and down and backs and shuffles and whatever other torture tactics a basketball coach can think of, I thought if I can do that, I can obviously do this. But what no one tells you, is that 5 years is a hell of a time difference. 5 years and 25 pounds does drastically change how your body moves, and how it feels after the movement. It's simply disappointing.
My mind feels it's up to the task but my body, gosh she tries her best, but she is growing older. The drinking and study abroad cigs are catching up to your girl, and man, am I in pain.
Now at 23, I realize the true importance of movement. I know now to never allow yourself to stop moving and sweating or when you start again it'll be 10x harder to do. Your body deserves more than that.
So as I stretch at my desk and publish this, I hope you take the initiative to get up and move.
How else are you gonna shake ass on a yacht with sexy 40-year-old men when you're 85?
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