5 Meta-Habits To Improve Your Life Significantly
Improve yourself, improve your life
The love of makeovers is as American as deep-fried Oreos at a country fair. We celebrate the teacher turned self-made millionaire, the former convict turned master chef and the Red Sox after they finally won the World Series. We love novelty; almost as much as we love the idea of something, anything, metamorphosing into something better.
I am Mae, a 19 year old college student who considers themselves a witch. I started doing witchcraft officially a few months ago, towards the end of January. Even though this, I technically did a lot of things on accident before this without knowing starting when I was 5. Though I do not fully call myself this, I am a medium and going to be starting to get these abilities able based on the fact I have 7 spirits around me and I am starting to realize that I can not just up and ignore them. Isn't that fun :frowning:.
Seven cute little containers from the Beachbody program 21 Day Fix by Autumn Calabrese are there to give you portion control. You plug in your details to their formula and BAM! There is your number and you find your plan and stick to it. All guess work and tracking calories are gone. I'm currently doing Core De Force and their meal plan follows the containers so I figured: what the hell, why not?
Yoga is a weird and wonderful thing. It’s good for the body, it’s good for the mind, it’s exhilarating but also relaxing. You can do it in aerial hammocks, on mats, on the beach, in the park, in your bedroom. It helps with recovery from injury like no other exercise, and it is great for any stiff or tight bits you may have.
Being diagnosed with celiac disease can be devastating, especially if the diagnosis comes in adulthood. Children are much more flexible and can adapt quickly to a new diet, but unfortunately, that’s not the case with the adults.
I tell my dad I don't feel good and walk into my room. I feel a rush of cold water run through my body and my stomach tightens. I know it's coming, but there's nothing I can do to stop it. I wake up in my bed, even though I know I didn't make it there. I look at my pillow and see blood. I bit my tongue again. I sit up.. too quickly and everything goes black for a second. My entire body feels like I'm in a dream. My dad runs into the room, and recaps my seizure. How long it lasted; where I fell; what I hit; how long I shook; how long it took me after to realize who he was. He's already called my doctor and I feel helpless and start to cry, again.