i’ve never gone NEARLY that amount before

i signed up for the gym in september and really started to push myself in october. i’m someone who’s never been good with starting and maintaining new schedules and hobbies, as i have low motivation in general.

the last time i went to the gym was probably 4 or 5 years ago, and that was after 1.5 years of being signed up to the gym and having months gap of not attending

i was always too unconfident in myself + socially anxious to gym, and i had absolutely zero clue where to even start other than doing cardio. i had no idea about gym terms, workouts, structure, body parts, etc, or how to work towards my goals. for example, i didn’t even know what biceps, triceps, lats, hamstrings, or glutes even meant lmaoo i didn’t know where to start with my research, it was all so overwhelming for so long in my life. but i’ve finally pushed myself and started getting into it, going when i didn’t feel like it

to others and to a lot of my friends who’ve gone to the gym for years and years, this is nothing much. but to me this is honestly a small achievement im really really proud of myself for, so i just wanted to share. thank you :)))

I have obsessive-compulsive disorder, and one compulsion is that whenever I have a thought I deem bad, I have to redo what I was doing while having the thought, and this happens a lot when I'm watching TV or movies, which has somewhat put me off doing it (and actually makes me dread the thought of binge-watching).

Anyway, today I watched a movie I had purchased (specifically Knight and Day), and for most of the movie's runtime, I didn't rewind. I slipped on some occasions, and did it a little more around the end, but I'm proud of myself for getting as far as I did.

I worked for 13 months to get this out the door, and figured it’d never get traction on its own. But it still sells copies every month, and for that, I’m extremely grateful.

Like the title implies, I got more sleep last night than I have for the past few days. I went to bed earlier, so that probably helped. I did wake up early in the morning at one point, but I managed to go back to sleep for a few hours.

My son accidentally dropped something into the bathroom sink and cracked it, so I bought a replacement sink (same style as before) and a new faucet to spruce it up. It took longer than I expected, and I almost gave up a few times. I'm really proud that I pushed through and was able to do it myself, and just wanted to share it with someone!

It was a difficult process (it took me 13 months to get from idea to a book in my hand), but it feels like it was well worth it, so I'm just trying to continue to celebrate that!

31M I’m doing a data analysis master class and I’ve struggled a lot on learning python both because I don’t have a good work ethic and I’m a slow learner. Today my teacher said that the project that I needed to go into the next phase was great and really good I’m so proud of myself right now

I walked to a park I go to quite a bit, and I wasn't even planning to hike up the trail, since there was a sign warning that it was storm-damaged (it's rained a bit where I live), but I walked up the pathway, and I decided to just walk on this trail. I've done it before, but not under these conditions. To some degree, I was nervous I'd slip and fall, but I made sure to be careful.

My sister and I collaborated and wrote a book together thinking it wouldn't really make a difference but receiving this message meant the world to us. It goes to show that even the littlest of things can have an impact on others. So grateful to everyone who believes in us. Please look it up. 😊

I sort of had dreams of being a writer, but since I wasn't taking any initiative, I gave it up, though the thought's occurred to me again. Anyway, I had an idea that I thought would make for an interesting story, but when I initially tried it, I had writer's block and didn't know where to go with it. However, this morning, I had the idea of framing it in a different way (as opposed to a traditional narrative, it takes the form of a letter that the protagonist writes to his mother). I don't remember what time I specifically started it, but it was still morning when I was finished.

He's angry and very sad that the figure has been sold out.

Little did he know that I'M the one that buy it, as his present for his birthday. Right now I act like I'm very sorry for him, and trying to cheer him up.

Why personal pride? I'd never be able to surprise my BF on what's inside the gift, because he can easily predict what presents he got.

Can't wait for his reaction in the coming months.

I’ve dream’t about this for a long time and I’ve started and spotted multiple times. This time I have gone all in! Wish me luck! We shall see how it goes!

Several years ago, I was lucky to connect with the artist behind the Lunar Codex project, which buys the extra hard drive space on lunar lander missions and fills them with an international collection of contemporary art, writing, poetry, music and other human culture circa ~2020. The first lander carrying Lunar Codex data takes off tonight (11:18PM PST, 07:18AM tomorrow in UT), to begin a 46 day journey to the moon. It will land in Sinus Viscositatis, the "bay of stickiness", which is in the northern part of the large dark patch visible from Earth.

I have been patiently waiting this launch for years, as it's been delayed by factors like the pandemic and subsequent chip shortage. But before I go to sleep tonight, I will get to watch the rocket take the Peregrine 1 lander to orbit thanks to a NASA livestream.

On the one hand, my art isn't in this collection because it's amazing, I was in the right place at the right time with a cool astronaut design. It's a fluke. But it's still one of the coolest things I've accomplished with my art. The thought that a small bundle of atoms are configured in a way I designed, to sit on the moon peacefully until solar radiation melts it away, fills me with a serene joy, and I'm never going to look at the moon the same way again.

Edit: The launch was a success! My art is off the planet!

Edit 2: The lander suffered a critical fuel leak. While it made it to space, it won't be making the journey to the moon. Oh well, getting my art into space is still pretty neat.

Many years ago, in what I believe was a music infomercial, I heard a song about "swinging", and what I presumed to be the chorus stuck with me. I looked up the lyrics once or twice before today, and I don't believe I found what I was looking for, but then I looked again today, and found what I believed to be a match in the song "Swingin'" by John Anderson. I misremembered the lyrics, which might explain some of it.

I've tried to make a dentist appointment for a while, but the process I went through was so frustrating that I gave up. However, today I called, got a live human on the phone, and made a dentist appointment for November 3rd!

Hi yall. I’ve been working out for 2 months to increase my strenght, which is hard as a woman. Yesterday i managed to lift 10 kg dumbbell on arm. Not on one rep, i’m able to lift that in series, on one rep it would be more like 12,5-15 kg. I can bench press 30 kg (35 - 40 one rep) and deadlift 55 kg (one rep 60). I worked on it so hard…

No one supports my hobby. My family things weighlifting is for men only, and everytime i try to be happy about what i achieved i hear „girls shouldn’t lift”. Everyone in my environment is like… mad at me for weight lifting. Everyone that hears about me not training to look fit for boys but to gain strength is shoked and… mad? Idk, they are definitely not sending positive vibes. Only „why are you even doing this?” Only my close friends support me, but they don’t weight lift, so i get no advice. I feel so alone, working in the gym, surrounded by men thinking it’s my first time because i don’t look like women that train for shredded look, and women that train for looks (which i fully support) but can’t offer me any advice because they don’t know better. And of course, people stare, ask questions, etc, because what the hell is a woman doing with the 10 kg dumbbells? Yepp it’s a small town so… this vibe. I’m so alone in this, so, i want to hear „good job” instead of „why are you even trying? It’s not for girls, you can’t lift much anyway”

EDIT: I would like to thank you all for responding to my post and reacting well. I was really feeling blue when i wrote all of that, and you guys helped me a lot. Every good comment here made me feel better about myself. It is unfortunate that i, and many other people, we have been taught to rely on other people to estimate our value. It takes time to unlearn that, and meanwhile any of this garbage comments from other people, that have nothing to do with our life, bring us down. I know that in a long run i must learn not to give a crap, and not to rely on good comments to have a stable sense of self worth, but it was really nice. I never heared so much encouragement in my life, thank you 💖

In a whole sitting, I read The Brimstone Journals by Ron Koertge (I liked it, by the way; I also read it back in high school). It's an accomplishment because I've been meaning to get back into reading, but I just haven't done it until today.

All my life i had only fake friends, they laughed at my true likes, didnt cared about my struggles, in fact they triggered my sensory disorder just for the laughs. but now i have REAL ones. they respect my true self, they just arent assholes. they dont laugh that im a brony or furry, they respect me. i feel content with my life now, i dont need anything more. this is going to be super cringe for many but friendship is magic

The last time I had a doctor's appointment, I weighed 312 pounds. I didn't even think I did a great job trying to lose it between then and today, but it turns out I weighed 306 today, and I didn't expect that.

A bit over 4 years ago, I started making art to recover from suicidal depression. Over the years, I've built a new persona through my art, and grown into a much more interesting and peaceful person.

3.5 years ago I set up my first table at an art market. At that event, I had total strangers praising my art, and felt like a real artist for the first time.

About a year ago, I pushed myself to do more than just sell my art, and I started making friends with the artists who set up next to me. These were the first new friends I'd made since my life had collapsed 5 years ago.

This year, a couple of those friends invited me to join them to organize our own art market. We aimed big, renting out a historic ballroom in the middle of our city, with room for 60 artists, crafters and vendors.

We've spent months planning, figuring out the floorplan, curating applications, and working with facility staff to accomodate our needs. I built a website we ran hype campaigns online and passed out flyers at other markets we attended.

Today was the day of our first market. Right before open, the anxiety finally kicked in. I started thinking about all the markets I've been too where the vendors just sit and stare at the wall waiting for customers that never come. Or the ones where drama during set up kills the vibe. Or the ones where the customers all passed my table over.

Then we opened the doors, and a wave of customers strolled in. The market came to life, and there's been a constant stream of customers. I'm above my sales goal for the day, with 3 hours left to go. The other artists are all buzzing with excitement, it's been a successful show for everyone I've spoken too.

With this market, we've made a great debut into our local art scene, and established a reputation that will empower us to host even bigger and better events.

About 5 years ago, I thought there was nothing left for me in this world. Today, I feel like I've finally found a place to be, a community to belong to, and a path to follow.

I've been having bouts of depression since I was a teenager, but never really had the courage to deal with it. Now I've been referred to a counselling service and I'm kind of proud of myself

It is small but significant for me. Yesterday and today i drove almost 140 km by myself. Some of it was in city traffic some of it was on highway. I have even parallel parked at least thrice.

At this moment it is very important that i am able to drive to get a new job. Also you know independence felt good.

I understand it is a basic lifeskill but with my beautiful brain soup of delicious anxiety, ocb, and self loathing driving always felt impossible even though i have a licence for 10 years! I felt panic, heart palpations, hand sweating but never broke a rule and stayed within the speed limit. People angryly honked at me twice beacuse i was simply slow for them while still obeying the limit so i am okay with that.

I am damn proud of myself today.

In 2007, I came across a review in a newspaper for the game Brooktown High. Even after I'd forgotten the name, I remembered that the reviewer called the player character Zack (in reference to the character from Saved by the Bell) and had some relationship drama with a girl named Jody. Today, I was on Wikipedia and when I looked through the category "High school-themed video games", I found Brooktown High. I then Googled the game's name as well as Zack and Jody and I believe that I found the review I saw so long ago.

Exactly one year ago today I went to the mental hospital for suicidal ideation and depression, now I’m happier than ever and my life is going great. I got hobbies and friends and I feel more in control of my life than before.

If you asked sad 12 year old me what I thought I would be doing this December, I would have answered, nothing, because I’ll be dead.

But now I’m 13, and next December, I’m spending time with my family. Because I did it, I beat a long battle with myself. I feel so accomplished with this.

I got a 48 out of 50 on my midterm exam for my American West class.