viernes, 10 de noviembre de 2017

(One of multiple) things I do NOT understand

These days, something that I can't understand is happening to me: people is congratulating me because of my loose of weight. 

In June, I was 74kg weight for 167cm height; now, after working out so hard and changing my feeding for healty issues, I'm aroun 62kg weight for the same height. I recognize that it is a considerable change.

But everybody, without asking me how I did it (if with a healthy way or what), is complimenting and praising me for my new appeareance. 

And I can't stop thinking: what happen if somebody with a change like this but with not healthy methods gets the prize of being elogied? Because not everybody knows my process and the reasons. They only applause your new and amazing thinny body.

Why everybody assume that be skinny is something good? What a torture for all of us! I was equally happy being "chubby" (not going to stop to discuss when/what is being chubby and when/what you are not).

I'm happy with my achievements and goals, but they are only with the fact of my thinnes.

miércoles, 25 de octubre de 2017

Stop running

I've just returned from the doctor. Last week I had kind of numbness in the left leg and, as it isn't the first time, one friend told me to go to visit the doctor and take a look.

Well, apparently is something normal when you do exercise to have pinched the nerves.
He has recommended me to stop running and start doing some lightly exercises.

When I used to NO exercise myself seems I was less broken.
The healthier you try, the screwer you be.

True story.

lunes, 16 de octubre de 2017


I've been working out my body during 4 months. Yesterday we did an excursion to the Galatzó mountain, here in Mallorca.

I was absolutely amazing. Seriously. We literally had to climb  the rocks and the absence of water of the 60% of the journey because of the wrong calculation.
But specially de fact of my body supporting all the trekking. This morning I could not stop smiling despite the stiffness. It's an unknown sensation for me.

I don't know how to explain this with words... But I think that this IG photo helps me with what I want to say.

jueves, 28 de septiembre de 2017


Inktober is an initiative I discovered last year that consists of drawing a picture using only ink about a concret topic that is given to you. All improvisation, imagination and creativity.
Then, you upload it in social media and put hashtags to share it with the community.

I love this kind of challenges where everybody can share with the rest their own art and creations. You can see another ideas starting from the same topic and with the same materials (or similar).
Furthermore, you can have a feedback or opinions of the viewers. So cool!

This year, I've discovered a new challenge related with the art of writing instead of painting: Plotober.
 (this second, in Spanish). Maybe I combine both, depends of inspiration.

Anyone else is participates?

PD: I eventually do "Scrawlrbox" challenge too, the same about a common topic but everybody using the same materials, which are sendt to you every month.

martes, 26 de septiembre de 2017

Autumn existencialism

I constantly immerse myself in an inner journey about my identity and the pursuit of happiness.

It is exhausting to constantly ask yourself if you are doing what you want, what makes you who you are or if you only follow a given wheel.
It is absurd to have to strive to do what you want and it is so easy to do what you have to do (sounds to advantage, but believe me, it is not).
Will be any final conclusions?

miércoles, 20 de septiembre de 2017

Could be about...

You could have rescued me but not.
You could have made me happy but not.
We could have been together but not.

Somebody did. And now I could not be happier.

miércoles, 23 de agosto de 2017


What about just thinking on live and stay sure of your steps, which only go foward.
This crazy and unexpected life...

This has been a summer with lots of work. I couldn't even stop to think about myself! Just doing, doing, doing and keeping with it. I started going to the gym too, so maybe that was my way of take care of myself.

Furthermore, I've been psychically healtier and I hope that physically too.
I feel anxious of being in september again and met my class-mates again, that lovely eggs. Let's see.