Gravity doesn't exist until impact.

Or so I apparently believe.
Guess who decided to be awesome and stand on a weighted medicine ball?
Now guess who not only succeeded in standing on it, jumping around on it, and then gloriously attempting to get back on it, and falling off and landing so hard I lost a quarter inch in height and got dizzy?
If you guessed PrettyWreck, give yourself three points and call yourself a winner!
I totally did that. Just stretched out on a foam roller and then a suspension bar. Feel better now, and got back my quarter inch, but my wrist is not happy. Best part is, I succeeded first try, then tried to jump back on it, and fell. Had to LAY DOWN it hurt so bad and I was so dizzy....
....then I got up, shook off, and climbed right back on. This time, I used the wall for support when I got on it, and then bounced around ON A BALL. I swear, sometimes I really am awesome.

People ask sometimes how I got such good balance, or how it is that I can pop my shoulder out of place so easily without it hurting.
Because I've done it so often, that's why XD T he first few times I popped my hips out of place, shoulders, etc., it hurt like a BITCH. And I got such good balance because I would be doing stupid shit, like trying to walk on monkey bars, fall off, pop a shoulder or hip out of it's joint, and have to pop it back. And then I'd just do it again. I have no sense of mortality, and pain does not seem to be something that easily persuades me against dumb shit. So it was self preservation. My determination and stupidity outweigh my fear.

As my friend K says, for being 23, I sure act like a retarded 7 year old often enough.



I'm not really double jointed.
I'm just stubborn.
LOL
Nah, I am.
It rocks.


Also, heart is fine.




I got pissed last night.
Chopped FIVE INCHES off of my hair.
FIVE.
FIIIIIIVE.
AT LEAST.

Well, six, if you count how short it ultimately ended after I finished cleaning it up.

{BAHLETED}

HEED IT.
Picture will be gone in 24 hours.
I am so freaking fat.

I'm gonna only eat 1000 calories a day. Which is still a lot, but I've been OMNOMNOMMING my way into oblivion the past few months. So I'm not weighing myself, and I'm gonna stick to 1000 cals, with a tops of 1500, methinks. 1500 is still "healthy" so my shrink can NOT give me shit over that.
Gotta.
Get.
Control.
And.
Lose.
Weight.

Or pant sizes. Fuck the scale. I just wanna get down another pant size.




Fun fact.
I lost a pound after I lopped off my hair.
A freaking pound.
No wonder it always made me get headaches when I pulled it up.