Shhh, I know that it’s Thursday. But Workout Wednesday sounds better than Workout Thursday, ya feel?
Up until this week, I was seriously not doing anything. My days were pleasantly filled with Netflix binge watching, Starbucks runs with girlfriends, and mass cookie baking with my family. I guess I could have cut back on cookie consumption, but I refuse to on the principle that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. (And apparently squishier, at least when it comes the sugar front).
Anywho, I recently started working at a company that takes pride in their insulin production. Which is quite ironic, as my daily sugar intake would send the average diabetic into hyperglycemic shock. Oh the sweet (literally sweet) irony.
Luckily for me, said company has a gym—and a yoga slash dance studio– in my building. Even better, summer interns get free memberships.
Free membership? Yes, please. Free is my love language. Free is fabulous.
Since I’ve been working out/practicing in the studios every day, I’ve also started eating better. I mean, why let all that hard work go to waste?
New discovery: I actually like fruit in salads. Before this week, I was skeptical. But now I have seen the light.
Tomorrow, I am completing my first week as an intern at the world’s largest pharmaceutical company.
So far, it’s been pretty fab. I actually enjoy going to work, which is not a phenomena I have ever experienced before.
I have to swipe an access badge, so I feel like a legit secret agent or something pretty official.
I love love love working in the city. It’s beautiful and the people are interesting. Also, food.
I am once again navigating the confusing and terrifying territory that is women’s business casual clothing. (Should I wear a blazer? A pencil skirt? Are these heels too high? Will people be offended by my nose ring?)
Though I’m primarily working in data entry, I got a tour of one of the labs today. It was spectacular.
The company is huge and spread out through the city, so I have to take the bus to get to and from separate buildings. I have only gotten lost once so far.
Actually, twice. This morning I tried to find this little coffee shop in my building, and ended up in some weird creepy file library.
But I’ve only gotten on the wrong bus once.
So far. (It was exciting, let me tell you).
I’m finding that I MUCH prefer the 7-3 workday as opposed to the 9-5 workday.
For those who don’t know, Dr. Carson is the head of pediatric neurosurgery at Johns Hopkins. I first discovered him about a year ago, when I read Gifted Hands, his autobiography. (I particularly enjoyed his account of his freshman general chemistry final, which was as relateable as it was chilling). I found his book to be both candid and refreshing, and I immediately read One Nation next. His political views– particularly his opinion on healthcare– intrigued me, and I began to wonder if he would end up throwing his proverbial hat into the political three ring circus.
I admittedly have yet to do a substantial amount of research on the other candidates. However, Carson appears to be a hardworking individual who cares for the average American… And that’s more than what can be said for the majority of politicians.
While I was previously daunted by the sheer length of this summer (16 weeks seems endless) it’s proving to be quite pleasant thus far. I’ve had the time to start running again, and I rediscovered vegetables– actually just non-cafeteria food in general. After learning more about nutrition at university, I’m interested in trying to find ways to cut down on sugar and processed foods. It’s been easy so far, but I’m sure it will prove to be more difficult once fall rolls around. The food choices at my school could be likened to the typical Coachella attendee– rich, white, and lacking in variety.
Additionally, isn’t reading great? I’d forgotten how awesome it was. I honestly can’t remember the last time I read a book that either a) wasn’t a biography or b) wasn’t a textbook. Right now I’m finishing up The Four Loves by C.S. Lewis, and I cannot recommend it enough. It’s an in-depth examination of human love, both thought provoking and enlightening. Unfortunately, it’s short– I only have about 6 pages to finish, and I’m dreading the book’s conclusion.
I suppose it’s a good thing that my internship starts soon– otherwise I’d quickly turn into a fat scholar.
Although I’m pretty sure that I’d be okay with that.
While scrolling through my Facebook feed yesterday, I saw that several of my female friends were sharing a Youtube video. In this video, a young woman declares that the majority of women wear makeup ‘for themselves’ as a form of ‘expression’. While I admire her spirit, I can’t say that I agree with her.
Do some women wear makeup for their own enjoyment? Undoubtedly. But I think it’s a bit hasty to say that’s why most women do.
The truth is, there’s a lot of stigma surrounding makeup. Studies have been released showing that women who opt out of wearing it tend to be perceived as lazy or incompetent, while women who wear ‘too much’ are deemed morally compromised or untrustworthy. Therefore, in order to be taken seriously and appear well groomed, most of us apply a socially appropriate amount before going to work, school, etc.
That doesn’t sound like we’re freely expressing ourselves to me. Heck, if I wore makeup just for myself, I’d be sporting red lips and cat eyes 24/7– not the conservative face I do now.
Now, this certainly doesn’t mean that we can’t be confident without makeup on. I don’t wear makeup everyday, and I know many women that also forgo the lipstick and blush frequently. (Besides, who has the energy to when you have 8 am classes? If I don’t have the time to make coffee before stumbling into a lecture hall then I definitely don’t have the time to highlight and contour).
All I’m saying is that the stigmas surrounding makeup are utter crap. I long for a day when a woman can confidently walk into the office with a red lip– or without a stitch of makeup– and be treated as if she were conservatively made up.
Fun fact: I am obsessed with documentaries– particularly ones that pertain to the medical field (or science in general).
Recently, I watched Fed Up, an enlightening piece on the global sugar industry. It was seriously great, and I highly recommend it. (Go watch it, it’s on Netflix!) Prior to seeing Fed Up, I had always assumed that losing weight had more to do with calories in vs. calories out, but apparently it has more to do with your sugar intake and how your pancreas and liver react to it. #themoreyouknow Although now that I’m aware of this, I’m half-tempted to try one of those sugar detox things, just to see what happens.
Also, I’m currently obsessed with headbands like this. The obsession began in ballet class, earlier this semester. Our university’s dress code only allows us to wear black leotards, which definitely gets old after a while. A good friend and I decided to ‘rebel’ by wearing bright headbands and patterned headscarves, and they really grew on me… They’re great for keeping hair out of your face, or *ahem* covering hair that you haven’t had time to wash. (Blaming this on being a double major, also lazy.)
Also, sakroots! I ordered my first one last week, and I love it. They’re a little pricey, so I put off purchasing one for over a year. I’m so glad I finally bought one though– it’s the perfect size to hold a book, my phone, and a notebook, and whatever junk I happen to accumulate. (Also, it’s spill/stain proof. Which is great news for clumsy people like myself.)
Wow, sugar detoxes, head scarves, and sakroots. I am actually turning into a straight up hippie.
As unbelievable as it sounds, I have completed my freshman year of college. (At least it sounds pretty unbelievable to me– this year really flew by.)
At first I was really depressed that the semester was over. The majority of my close friends live out of state, so that kind of sucks. We (especially the biology majors) became more like family than friends over the past semester. Serious goodbye tears were shed, folks.
The ever lovely freshman dance majors. (Side note: they are some of the most wonderful women I’ve ever met.)
My super fab roomate and I — I SO lucked out. We’re rooming together again next year, and I cannot wait to see her again.
All that being said, being home for a few days has shown me how much I actually needed a break. After the chaos of finals and our spring concerts, I was more exhausted than I realized… And being able to sleep/binge watch Netflix/ have quiet time has been incredibly refreshing.
I’m also trying to savor the next week or two; my family is moving from the countryside to more of a suburban area, so that’ll be a major change. I also am starting an internship with a major pharmaceutical company on the 20th, which is a little nerve-wracking. (Mostly because of the commute… It’s in a major city, so I’m worried that I’ll get lost or something.)
My bestfriend and I.
But for the next few days I am just going to enjoy being home, and all that entails– tee ball games, sleeping in, and the like.