Rj Capucao. 21 years old. Asian. Homo Superior. University of Virginia. History Major/Time Mage. Future P.A. Hopeless Romantic. LVL 60 Poet. Dreamer. Imagineer. Cunning hero, adept at causing confusion and disarray through wordplay. Trying to figure the odyssey called life probably through the most unorthodox choices. Illogical, creativity, oblivion, awkwardly quirky. VIRGINIA IS NOT FOR LOVERS!
Honestly the highlights of my days…even my weeks are just me looking forward to eating meals. It’s amazing the things I make are so basic, yet for some reason, the taste always leaves me coming back for more. This is more or less because I’m calorie deprived haha, but my oatmeal, carrots and hummus, and omelets with whole grain tortilla make me a happy camper. 6 weeks left till homecoming and I’m still going strong.
I need to stop comparing myself to others. The only competition is me and my doubts. I have to be self-confident. I have to believe.
I wanna say I lost 10 lbs, but my scale is lying to me…I know it. Regardless, I feel healthier than ever, besides the fact that I don’t poop everyday (one of life’s little joys). Finally on week 4 of eating healthy and exercising, and now I’m trying to workout the part of my body that I dare never touch: the chest/pectorals. The workout I hate the most are push-ups. I can’t stand them cause my arms are as weak as fudge, but if I want to reach my goal, I finally need to take that body area seriously. 6 weeks left, and everything’s going swell so far on my agenda.
It was 2 years ago from today; the same day as Rotunda Sing. So awks (on my part that is) haha. Time surely does fly.