Keep It Real

I need to blog about this healthy living blogger because she is honestly fabulous: http://www.hungryrunnergirl.com

I read a lot of blogs. It has gotten a lot worse over the last few months. I'm constantly on the hunt for blogs; fashion, food, fitness (that is literally the name of a healthy living blog and many others but with those three words a different order. Speaking of fashion, food and fitness, I feel bloggers need to stop with the alliteration in their blog names. It lacks creativity).

At first, Carrots 'n' Cake was my jam. I could read that blog for hours (literally, combing through archives) but then I realized that blog was actually kind of boring and dry. Then I found HRG whose blog was lively and filled with adorable humour and mischief. So many other healthy living blogs are so forced and proper and filled with cliches. "This morning started bright and early with a big jar of overnight oats. Yum!"

It disgusts me. Keep it real, guys. That's my main message and I think the main concept through which I try to live my life.

I do truly realize how completely hypocritical and egotistical I am half (most) of the time. And how I rarely keep it real. But please note that I said it is the main concept through which I try to live my life.

Speaking of egoism, I completed my final GP visit today. And came to the realization that my GP preceptor is incredibly egotistical. I couldn't see it before because I was blinded by her authority and knowledge. Now it's all I see. It reeks from her. I used to think her 40 minute consultations were because she was incredibly thorough and compassionate. Now I realize that it is because she spends 35 minutes talking about her own life, how great her husband is, how smart she is, how professors have questioned her being a GP given how bright and talented she is (no shit; she actually said this).

In other news, running has been going really well. I've been trying to counteract the rich eating recently with a lot of running. I know I say running has been going really well but it still hurts like a bitch when I'm actually doing it. Questions like, "Why are you doing this to yourself?" and, "This must be what emphysema feels like," are constantly racing through my head as I'm lunging forward, trying my best to not fall face first into the concrete (like I once did on a basketball court some years ago... Little Mishelle knows what I speak of). I also fear doing myself a knee injury or giving myself osteoarthritis because my crepitus is through the roof and I self-diagnosed with early onset osteoarthritis last year.

I self-diagnose a lot. It was early onset dementia in first year. My bipolar suspicion has been ongoing since year 11 of high school. The early onset osteoarthritis started creeping into my mind last year when we started musculoskeletal examinations. Things are going downhill really quickly for me, guys.

J