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Monday, May 20, 2013

Put Your Pretty Little Hand In Mine

When a girl tells you to leave her alone,


NEVER leave her alone.

Sunday, May 5, 2013

I Found My Dad on Google

My father honestly has the job I wish I could do. As a medical doctor of internal medicine and infectious disease, he does research AND treats patients. He's medical director and head of IT.

He's mostly my daddy and I love him to death. He raised my brother and I to someday be as successful as him and my mother.

Thursday, March 14, 2013

Now Kiss My Ass If You're Hatin'

I can't believe that since around October I've been working on my body in accordance with D1 women's lacrosse training.

Although weight was NEVER the goal, I reached a target of 110 lbs of muscle weight. That's freaking boss from what I was at before.

I have toned ass obliques, the ever-so-envied "penis lines" and a cut waist to die for.

After this week, I'm going to start doing a squat challenge because I want to improve my gluts and thighs even more than they already are. This region has seen the most progress, going up 2 sizes in underwear because of a perkier butt, and my thighs are slim but brolic (you can see the muscle surrounding my knees). Gotta work on those calves though- they seem to be getting bigger now, running has been the biggest help for them.

All I'm waiting for is for this month to be over so I can finally end birth control pills for good and lose the extra water weight to see where I need to keep working, aka my lower abs.

I'm so proud of myself because I've never had body issues, I've always loved my body and I always will. I'm proud because I'm taking care of it and improving it. There's a difference between changing your body image to look like others and changing your body image to please yourself. I'm an athlete, I should look like one. I love gaining muscle, which is why weight is arbitrary and should be ignored. I focus on the aesthetics, though always keeping in the back of my mind that I look perfect just the way I am.

People, just because some girls love to exercise doesn't mean they're unhappy with their appearance or have some psychological disorder. Like I said, I'm an athlete. I love to look like one. The skinny model look is beyond obsolete. I want muscle. I want a big butt and a toned waist. I want muscular thighs and big calf muscles. I want defined arms and nice, broad shoulders. I want a beach bod. I want to be healthy.

This is the course to being healthy. I eat a high protein and high carb diet so I am able to build up muscle from fat and store energy for longer periods of time. I started eating more calcium rich food to strengthen my bones, because it all starts there. I eat fruit everyday as a replacement for junk food. I'm not on a "diet".

Sometimes it's hard, but I hope I never lose this drive to stay healthy and fit.

When the going gets tough, the tough get going.

RESPECT IS EARNED.

Monday, March 11, 2013

Clear Eyes. Full Hearts. Can't Lose.

My confidence is a stain you can never wipe off.

Here's to my last high school lacrosse season.

Four years later and this varsity squad has literally become family.

Sisters.

Sunday, March 10, 2013

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

DevaCurl Dryer & DevaFuser

This hair diffuser looks like weed. I want this. New at Sephora.

Sunday, March 3, 2013

Even the Best Fall Down Sometimes

I know when my friends are hurting. I can tell because I've been there before.

If you have a friend that's hurting, let them know that you're there for them no matter what. No matter what is the most important part, only if you mean it, because you mean it and because you never know how much they're hurting and how much you'd be saving them.

I know this because the worst thing ever for me is to be hurting alone.

Sunday, February 24, 2013

I'm On That Good Kush and Alcohol

For every reason my parents have to be proud of me, I give them two to not be so proud of me.

Yet they still love me, support me, and are proud of me.

I'm lucky.

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

I'm Physically Allergic to Fake Metal Jewelry

I don't ask for much at all- I'm taken care of by the 'rents.

I don't want your jewelry.

I don't want your money spent on material things I have and don't use already.

I want you to spend it on a good time.

Buy weed.

Buy alcohol.

Buy a vacation.

Buy an adventure.

And then invite me.

That's all I ask for.

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

This Gyal is Trouble, Causing So Much Trouble

Currently sitting down and laughing to my own thoughts.

Like the fact that I'd willingly tie you down, skin you alive, then pour H2SO4 all over your exposed organs.

Am I fucked up?

Maybe.

Are you fucked?

You better believe it.