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Announcement time!

Honestly a lot of you are just gonna be like “k whatever”

Some people may unfollow me?

I hope though, that at least some of you are gonna be excited with me!

So I said this same thing when I started my blog, but then it just didn’t happen at all.

As of today, March 23,2017… I am officially vegan again!!! I’ve had a bumpy ride with being vegan and vegetarian but I’ve decided that it’s something I definitely need in my life again.  

I’m just in the mindset lately where like I’ve been thinking “why the hell am I eating this, I don’t need to be eating this meat” or “they literally make chocolate non dairy milks what am i doing?” 

Yep so that’s pretty much it, if anyone ever wants to talk or ask questions about veganism honestly please message me because talking about it just gets me so pumped up!

Hey y’all, my little doggo had dental surgery today and he came out of it just fine, with clean teeth minus one messed-up old pug tooth that they had to pull, and the vet said that he was “a very good boy” and a “charmer” for her and the techs so I am very pleased with my pal. :3

(I have been legit losing a lot of sleep over the thought of something happening to my Special Boy, so I wanted to relief-post. More dog pics coming soon when he’s feeling better and can be out and about and eating solid foods, and also when Tumblr lets me upload image posts(?????).)

animatedcalico  asked:

Is it normal to, for lack of a better term, act "more autistic" than usual once you run out of spoons? I have recently started a job that's very good for me. I clean and put together rooms at a hotel. I don't have to interact with the guests often and I can listen to music and eat while I work. It's nothing too complicated for me to handle. The only problem is that it exhausts me physically and it gets repetitive, which greatly lowers my amount of spoons per day. (Continued in a new ask)

When this happens, I have more frequent meltdowns, stim more often, have more trouble finding the right words, and find myself in raptor hands position more than usual. Is this normal? And another question, do you have any of ice on dealing with low spoons in a work environment?

Yes, it is normal for your autistic traits to become more pronounced when running out of spoons. Many of us seem to become “more autistic” when stressed, tired, or out of spoons. 

Dealing with low spoons in a work environment can be very challenging. It’s something I face often and it is really hard to keep working when you’re running out of spoons. However, the longer you’re working at this job, the more your body will adjust to what it needs to do and you’ll find that you’ll have more spoons. Until your body adjusts, try to get as much rest as possible outside of work. On your breaks at work, make sure you are resting or doing something that refreshes you like engaging with a special interest. If it gets too bad, you can also try asking for a reduction in hours if you find that you’re not able to adjust to the workload. 

Wishing you luck and spoons!

-Sabrina

sailormoon1998  asked:

Mostly everyday, I have been losing my appetite once dinner starts. I would feel like eating, then at dinner, I would sometimes just randomly lose my appetite and barely eat. Almost everyday this happens, and afterwards, my stomach is growling, but I have no desire to eat.

Dinner times is one of those things that is both good and bad. It’s good for the social aspect of it all. You get to be with family, talk, socialize with friends and all over food. The bad part is that if you aren’t hungry then you are forced to eat anyway-usually by another family member.

This forced eating when you are not hungry has strong ties to obesity. People grow up thinking that they have to eat at certain times, even if they are not hungry, but then when they are hungry they snack. 

The cure to this is..simply eat dinner when you are actually hungry. I don’t think you should have to wait until a certain time when everyone else says you should eat to eat. Your internal clock may be set differently. You may have a different schedule. You just may not be hungry at exactly 5pm.

Our famly food time is usually breakfast. That is because it is a time we are all in the same place and we are all hungry. Otherwise we don’t really have set times to eat. We go, “Hey, is anyone else hungry?” and that’s how we choose when we are having dinner. No one really eats when they are not hungry.

As for your stomach growling, that doesn’t actually mean you are hungry, and it’s not actually your stomach. The noise you hear is actually the rumbling sound of small particles being pushed through your intestines by muscle contractions. Because it happens hours after you’ve already digested your food, people associate it with an empty stomach and therefore being hungry. 

My own experience of the Westminster attack


Yesterday afternoon, I’d left the Parliamentary estate to go buy a leaving card for the member of staff who had got a new job. I walked up Whitehall to Trafalgar Square where there was a Waterstone’s and then bought myself a bag of chocolate to eat later from the nearby Tesco. I walked back down Whitehall and back onto the Parliamentary estate. I was walking into the Norman Shaw North building and getting into the lift as the division bell was ringing (which is around the time it all happened). I remember thinking I shouldn’t really be using the lifts while the division bell is ringing because they’re supposed to be reserved for Members of Parliament who are on their way to vote.
I got back into the office to get on with some work I needed to do when the phone rang, the number was from our other office, I just assumed it would be about a letter, or an invitation, or just something in the diary as is usually the case, it wasn’t. My colleague asked if I knew I wasn’t allowed to leave the office, I didn’t and I asked why and he said there had been a police shooting on Westminster bridge and to put the news on and let my family and friends know I’m okay.

I put BBC news on the TV and watched as drips of news began to come through. I could see Westminster Bridge from the window, there were cars, taxis and about eight buses all just stopped on the bridge. There were police sirens and cordons at both ends and I could see an ambulance about three-quarters along the bridge on the Westminster end. I still can’t say for certain but it looked like people were lying on the ground next to the ambulance, the ambulance later took one of them away.
We originally though that there had been two separate incidences, someone had mowed down people on Westminster bridge and someone else had somehow got through security with a knife and stabbed someone in the Palace of Westminster.
As more and more information came through on the news, it was slowly becoming clearer what had happened. A car had mounted the pavement on Westminster Bridge and had carried on until it had crashed into railings on the boundary of the Palace, he had then ran to the main gate where he stabbed a police officer, continuing into the estate just outside of Westminster Hall where he was shot.

After calling my family and contacting my friends to let them know I was okay but we were on lockdown, I left the upstairs office and went downstairs in the lift. When I came out of the lift there were dozens of people just sat on the floor with nowhere else to go. I walked around the corner to get to our office and we’d taken in some of the people who had nowhere else to go for one reason or another. Everyone was in and out everyone else’s offices in our bit of corridor, regardless of which party anyone worked for, none of that seemed to matter anymore. One of the members of staff for the Conservative MP across the corridor from us went to the shared kitchen and brought everyone in our office a glass of water, I shared out the packet of chocolate I’d bought on my way back from Waterstone’s. It was a strange atmosphere, something really horrible had happened and people rarely took their eyes off the news, people’s phones were constantly ringing as concerned family and friends were getting in touch to make sure they were okay, and everyone was talking to people they’d never really talked to before. It was almost like what I imagine Blitz spirit would have been like.
BBC Political Editor Laura Kuenssberg ended up in our office to do an audio recording of some of her report, which was used on the BBC. She’d been trapped on the estate as well, she’d been in Portcullis House when everything happened.

We then all started to hear rumours that the estate had started to be evacuated. A friend who worked in an office in Portcullis House had heard that another MP’s office in the Palace had been evacuated. We then all received security announcements that the estate was being evacuated from the House of Lords end of the Palace. About an hour later, a woman came around all of the offices to tell us the evacuation had just about reached Westminster Hall. Someone else heard a rumour that it might be another three hours before they got to us. In reality it was only another half an hour before we were finally evacuated.
Everyone in both Norman Shaw buildings were taken through all of the buildings, through Portcullis House, through the underpass, along New Palace Yard where the attacker had been shot, and then through the Palace of Westminster where we finally got out of the estate via Black Rod’s entrance at about 7:50pm.
Everything was very very quiet, there were no cars about and no other people other than the heavy stream of people coming out of Black Rod’s entrance. There were police taking statements from anyone who had seen anything. I decided although it probably would have been fine, I didn’t want to get on the tube and it was too dark to walk home so I walked to Victoria train station and got a taxi home. I didn’t get home until just before 9pm that night.

I came into work this morning and the roads around the Parliamentary estate were closed off to cars and there were barely any pedestrians about, only those heading into Parliament. Westminster station was closed, there were only two entrances into the Parliamentary estate open so most people had to get off the tube a station early. On my way in, I bumped into my own local MP who had been trapped in the chamber yesterday afternoon. Once I got into the estate, everything felt oddly normal, other than security checking passes much more than usual, I’ve had my pass checked more today than I have in the six months I’ve worked here.  

But then reminders of what had happened 24 hours earlier are just so inescapable, I’d walked past New Palace Yard on my way to lunch and there were three or four crime scene investigators in blue forensic suits on their knees examining the scene where the attacker was shot.

I’ve never felt unsafe working in Parliament, sometimes a dozen times a day I’ll walk past armed police and a tonne of other security. If anyone has ever been through Parliamentary security to get onto the estate without a pass you’ll know exactly how tight the security is, there are metal detectors, you have to put your bag through a scanner and if anything bleeps (usually from a buckle on a shoe or a belt) you’ll have a pat down search, just like airport security. Yesterday, however, I did feel unsafe. It’s made me feel very glad I made the decision to apply for a PGCE and not work in Parliament ever again. I’m going to finish my internship in May and not come back.  They can tighten security as much as they like, but it’s impossible to guarantee everyone’s safety.

anonymous asked:

Your starting weight is my current weight! How did you lose the weight??? How long did it take? Have a good day <3

I’ve been doing this for a couple months but I really wasnt losing anything at first. Then I like really started commiting at the beginning of March I think and since then I’ve lost like 15lbs. Which is awesome but I havent been healthy about it so I don’t recommend it. I would say to just think of it more as a lifestyle change like eat healthy and exercise when you can. Don’t go crazy with it. Just give it time and it’ll happen for you :)

Also i just started working again and I think that’s helped a lot instead of laying around all day like a bum lol

anonymous asked:

hey idk how much you eat in a day exactly but my sw was 197 and my cw is 144 so we're pretty close ig. i started off hardcore restricting personally (100 cal) which got the first pile of pounds off but after i plateaued my best weight loss happened @ 600-800 cal? ik that's high and it made me feel soo bad but the second i go lower i start binging and even when i went a period w/o bping i wouldn't lose as much as on the upper calorie end. just smthg to consider xx

Wow that’s odd, never heard of that tactic before. Thank you for the info ❤️

This is what happens when I don’t get my morning coffee…

I was returning from feeding the baby goats and saw a chicken in the fenced in yard. My immediate thought was, “I wonder how it got in here”.

Yes. I do wonder how the animal with WINGS managed to get into a fenced in yard. *facepalms*

In other news, goats are incredibly stubborn when they want to be. Need a workout? Just try prying one of them away from a tub of feed they’re not supposed to be eating because they managed to sneak in the pen.

Gluttonous beast. That food is for bebe goats, not you.

Halloween 2016

anonymous asked:

i'm scared to ask this but what happened in chile today?

I usually don’t discuss drama openly on this blog and will typically ask you guys to personally message me off anon, but this is way too important.

So apparently “fans” were bothering BTS at their hotel (i.e. screaming for them, making lots of noise) and they couldn’t even rest. Then when they left the hotel to try to relax and eat at a restaurant, the fans followed them there… They were again being loud and disturbing the boys. According to @we-breathe-bangtan-sonyeondan, there were videos of someone explaining to these “fans” that “the boys were tired and needed to eat and then to rest for the concert. However, a group of 20-30 people were arguing that they just wanted to see them or greet them. They even said that BTS were artists and that they owed(?) the fans some sort of greeting or recognition. The person tried to explain that there were fans screaming and disturbing BTS all day and that they just wanted to rest, but the “fans” kept demanding some sort of recognition.”

I really cannot stress how ridiculous this situation is. Yes, not all fans are like this, but these fans are the fans BTS were first greeted with upon their arrival to Chile. Imagine how stunned BTS is right now. So called “fans” are not even letting them eat or sleep? Are BTS not humans like us? 

This is not exclusive to Chile, as we all know from Bon Voyage, this happened in Europe as well. Fans chased after BTS, forced them to give signatures, recorded them, followed them to hotels, and many more horrifying things. BTS has no obligation or reason to interact with fans during their “free-time” and that’s that. Imagine if you were on a plane for hours, were tired, jetlagged, hungry, exhausted, and were then greeted with screams, groups of people following you, acting like YOU owed them something. How would you feel? Frustrated? Mad? Irritated? That’s probably exactly what BTS is feeling right now.

I know not all of us are seeing BTS in concert even though they are visiting our countries or cities, but that gives you absolutely no right to treat them the way they were treated today. 

Furthermore, if you guys don’t want to treat BTS like human beings and respect them, don’t call yourself a fan or an ARMY. Also don’t expect BTS to come to your country again and don’t complain if they don’t return. 
- Kylie

Things From Season 2
  • Keith is a Galra
  • Lance has canon inferiority issues
  • Matt is still aLIVE
  • Shiro still thinks he’s gonna die
  • The reason our cows go missing is because aliens abduct them and sell them on the black market
  • jellyfish helmets
  • huge ass motherfucking spaceworms that eat planets and pUKE LAZERS
  • Coran has always had his glorious moustache, even as a smol bab
  • HE HAS FRECKLES TOO WTF
  • Pidge doesn’t know whether to use the girls’ bathroom or the boys’ bathroom
  • Keith is Texan??? what?? since when?
  • Shay has a massive crush on is extremely fond of Hunk
  • Mermaids exist on other planets
  • TREE BENDING
  • The Galras have a sense of humor 
  • “Vrepit Sal”
  • KEITH IS A GALRA
  • There’s a Galran resistance 
  • something did happen do Zarkon’s planet
  • THACE AND ULAZ DESERVES FUCKING BETTER
  • “Music is the only way I can express myself!” *aggressively plays classical music*
  • keith’s mama was the galra, not his papa
  • dicks out for young coran
  • shiro got his bayard and the black lion is a goddamn angel
  • HAGGAR IS ALTEAN WHAT THE FUC K

I hope that in the future they invent a small golden light that follows you everywhere and when something is about to end, it shines brightly so you know it’s about to end.

And if you’re never going to see someone again, it’ll shine brightly and both of you can be polite and say, “It was nice to have you in my life while I did, good luck with everything that happens after now.”

And maybe if you’re never going to eat at the same restaurant again, it’ll shine and you can order everything off the menu you’ve never tried. Maybe, if someone’s about to buy your car, the light will shine and you can take it for one last spin. Maybe, if you’re with a group of friends who’ll never be together again, all your lights will shine at the same time and you’ll know, and then you can hold each other and whisper, “This was so good. Oh my God, this was so good.”

Signs when the world ends

Aries: FUCK THIS SHIT. THIS ISN’T FAIR

Taurus: shit, I haven’t lost my virginity yet

Gemini: *sleeps through it*

Cancer: *WON’T STOP SCREAMING*

Leo: BUT I’M NOT FAMOUS YET

Libra: *vlogging as it happens*

Virgo: Maybe if I close my eyes, it will stop

Scorpio: Finally

Sagittarius: Aw man, there’s so much more stupid shit I wanted to do

Capricorn: *spending their last minutes eating*

Aquarius: Haha bitches, I predicted this exact thing would happen and you didn’t listen. Now die… slowly… and painfully…

Pisces: *can’t hear it going down because listening to music on max*

Today, I fucked up... by warming up my breakfast

So this happened when I was like 10. I used to eat croissants for breakfast before school and  my mum would warm them up in the microwave so they would be softer and get that nice texture, you know. But one day I thought hey, you’re smart, you can cut out the middle man and microwave it yourself. 

Except instead of putting the timer on for 20 seconds I put it on for 2 minutes. 

Long story short, 1 minute and 30 seconds later the microwave is on fire and my mum has to run downstairs in a towel and throw it in the garden to put the fire out, leaving me with no breakfast, the family with no microwave for another 5 years and me no longer trusted to cook myself food. 

no offense but people who are saying “we can survive four years of this man” are the people who could survive. who aren’t disabled and watching their chance to be able to pay for healthcare plummet. who aren’t worrying if they’ll be murdered by police. who aren’t wondering if there’s going to be a new wave of homophobic crimes, including psychological and physical torture labelled as a “cure”. who aren’t worried that a white terrorist will hunt them down and kill them for being a member of islam. who have a family that will be staying peacefully in our borders, who aren’t going to go back to countries that could possibly mean their death in some circumstances, who aren’t wondering what’s going to happen when they can’t afford to eat anymore.

i think there’s something so dangerous in the idea that we can blandly “survive” him. a calming wave that promises - oh, it’s not so bad, and we’ve lived through bad before. you lived through bad before. others did not.

don’t be calm. living, breathing, being alive in spite of this man is the best thing to be. our existence is a menace to him, and the idea that i could be causing him some small amount of discomfort is a small and bitter pleasure of mine. be alive, but fight. the only way out is through. he can guess again if he thinks we’re going to brace ourselves and hope we’re one of the ones who doesn’t become a statistic. there are those who cannot fight that i am protecting. there are those who must remain apart for their own safety. since i have the voice and the ability, i’m here. since i am able, i will be everything he hates and i will be it loudly, i will be it for those who cannot be. 

there are people who will not survive this presidency. there are people who have died as a direct result already. and i want him to feel every drop of blood he is responsible for. we cannot sit and pray we’re one of the survivors. as long as we are surviving, we must make use of our time because - god help me - we might be the next victim. and while everyone around us is placidly buckling down and bearing the load - we’ve already held up so much. and i want him to feel the weight. i want every ghost he gathers to swallow him whole. 

there are those who will not survive. there are those that did not survive. there is always hope, there is always the others who carry our light, there is always our own hands. but we cannot promise that there will be no loss of life. we cannot promise that the america we know will be somehow unchanged on the other side. 

we are alive for the moment. and i’m ready to fight.

Reasons Why Beauty and the Beast was Amazing

*SPOILERS OBVIOUSLY*

•Prince Adam’s makeup tho

•in the prologue, Prince Adam is dancing with every woman in the room, but at the end of the movie he is only dancing with Belle and can’t even take his eyes off her

•"A certain je ne sais quoi" “I don’t know what that means” Gaston, you’re French!

•The Bimbettes

•"It’s never gonna happen ladies"

•Belle invents the washing machine

•Maurice freaking out over Chip

•Plumette and Lumiere’s love for each other

•Belle doesn’t even get to eat any of the food

•When she goes in the West Wing and looks at the painting, the Beast has clawed over his father’s and his own face, but left his mother’s in tact *my heart*

•The entire Gaston song

•"I USE ANTLERS IN ALL OF MY DECORATING!!“

•"it’s just occurring to me that I’m illiterate, and never actually spelled it out loud beforeeeee"

•"I had an expensive education”

•"Romeo and Juliet is my favorite play" *DRAMATIC EYE ROLL AND SCOFFS*

•"Go back to the war. The guns, explosions. The widows!“

•The Beast just pelting a massive snowball at Belle’s face

•"You’re village sounds awful”

•The yellow dress

•"Can someone be happy when they aren’t truly free"

•"ILL FOOL MYSELF SHE’LL WALK RIGHT IN AN BE WITH ME FOR EVERMORE" *drowns in my own tears*

•"There’s a beast running wild there’s no question. But I fear the wrong monster’s released"

•"Mr. Potts" omg

•Mrs Potts totally supports LaFou and his conflicting thoughts on Gaston’s behavior

•Belle came back for the Beast!!!!

•Agatha was the Enchantress what?!

•The entire transformation!

•Belle looks into the Prince’s eyes and still sees him and just kNOWS

•Lumiere and Plumette reuniting

•"Turn back into a clock"

•LaFou and Stanley dance together at the end and my little gay shipper heart jumps for joy

•the growl™

  • Lance: Keith told me you are a leap child. Does that mean-
  • Shiro: That time is a human concept that doesn't affect how our body behaves? That Earth doesn't care where the sun rises first and last? That the sun was rising and setting long before humans decided to start counting how many times it happened before the ground was too cold for farming? And that it will keep rising and setting even when all the clocks stop and all the calendars are burned, until the sun explodes in a super nova, eating our solar system with it? That, despite being born in a day that happens only ever 4 years in our fragile system, my body and mind still grew normally, completely unaware that my birthday technically didn't happen, and so I'm still older then you? That in the end it doesn't matter, for we all will have the same end, embraced in the cold arms of death?
  • Lance: ... you know what nevermind holy shi t
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[15-16/02/2017]
8-9/100 days of productivity
Yesterday I was productive in another way, meaning I cleaned my room, did some reading and went to see the flat I might me renting for the next year. Today I finally started writing my essay ft. listening to Hamilton soundtrack and eating rice with roasted sweet potato and broccoli and guacamole! This happens when I have four hours between classes and decide to spend them in a productive way.

i just want you all to know that since Nursey is from NYC he definitely:

  • jaywalks and waits for cars to pass about two feet off the sidewalk
  • walks faster than anyone on SMH, even if he’s not in a hurry to get anywhere. people here just walk really fucking fast my dudes, i don’t care how chill you think he is.
  • weaves through crowds to find the fastest possible route through the gaps between people
  • does not sit down to eat unless it’s a Meal. snacks are consumed while moving, always. plus when he eats pizza he folds that sucker in half and shoves as much of it in his mouth as quicly as possible. straight up pizza deepthroating happens here every day. also is a stickler for “actual pizza, not that chicago imposter bullshit”
  • has very different standards of cleanliness than other folks. there’s trash everywhere here and literal rats all over the place. when you think about it his locker room loogie makes a lot of sense, because new yorkers just spit anywhere they please
  • is probably a Rangers fan (sorry i don’t make the rules), ergo, hates Pittsburgh and Boston
  • played pokemon go compulsively over the summer because NYC is one of the only places you can catch every single pokemon in the US
  • calls murder stop-n-shop the “Murder Bodega”
  • refers to Manhattan as “The City”
  • doesn’t say “cawfee” himself but he absolutely knows people who do and it’s just a part of life
  • makes fun of New Jersey simply because he can
  • 60% of his stories begin with “so this one time in Brooklyn…”
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If it’s one of those skirts that is just a little too long, and I keep stepping… I will lose my mind. There are certain skirts in wardrobe that I want to rip to shreds and burn. I trip up on them and it’s just- when you’re trying to get ready for a scene and you’re like “okay, cool, let’s do this” and you’re pumped and you’re like going in, then trip and you fall face first into a door, again and again and again. And again. And people are stepping on you, it’s ugh, so annoying. [laughs]  But that doesn’t happen very often. Honestly I don’t get irritated with costumes very often. Once a week maybe I’ll be like, “this corset, I want to eat more lunch and I can’t. This is annoying.” They are quite uncomfortable, but you do get used to it. It’s like wearing a bra for the first time. Usually it feels kind of awkward but then you get used to it.