See? I'm not the only one who's fed up of the BMI

http://www.motherjones.com/politics/2014/07/why-bmi-big-fat-scam

They don't mention that the rise in obesity didn't come until 1980 when they put out High Fructose Corn Syrup, and proceeded to put that shit in everything. Avoid it and the BMI at all costs!

The Power of No!

Self-love is so important, I'm sure you've heard that before. Do you know why? Do you know why people say you can't love anyone else until you learn to love yourself?
Because all love comes from within; and until you learn to love yourself, you have no clue what love even is. You give what you think is love but it's just a desperate plea to get love. And if you don't actually love yourself, you won't allow the person you're trying to love give you any love in return.
It sounds convoluted, and I would normally write it out better but it's after 2 in the morning so bear with me.
Since I've began on this journey, the difference in me has been absolutely, unquestioningly profound. I just started; I still struggle with basic interactions every single day. I have to ask myself constantly, "What would someone who loved themselves do?" and just DO IT even though a part of me still thinks I'm undeserving. Of course that's crap, but at least I'm at a point where I can see that now.

http://deannevictor.hubpages.com/hub/The-Power-of-No-or-How-To-Love-Yourself-When-You-Dont-Know-What-Love-Is

This is the very first article I ever published, and I'm so proud!!
I wrote it for people who have been so hurt and scarred from abuse that they are starting from a negative vantage point where normal people are concerned. Not only do they not know what love is, but they have to unlearn all that self hate just to reach a neutral point where they would allow themselves to learn about love.

It's got a few comments already which has encouraged me to move forward. I'm so excited and optimistic and I've already got so many other topics in mind to write about that I can't decide which to do next!!

Healthy Fear

So I'm really doing this freelance writing thing, like, for real. How terrifying! No really, you guys don't even know so I'm going to explain it to you.

All my life I've held the crappiest, most menial jobs you can imagine. I've cleaned toilets, I've shoveled cement in the street, I've toiled away in a windowless basement stacking totes for retail stores at 4 in the morning. I even dressed up like a Teletubby, for pity's sake! 

And then all of a sudden my friend got me into this ritzy condominium in the city for more pay than I'd ever made before, full union benefits and everything. I am indeed grateful, and glad I managed toughed it out for 5 1/2 years, (4 of them being the graveyard shift that kicked my ass without mercy) but I feel like now I'm in a position where I'm doing something I've never done before:

I feel like I deserve more. I feel like I deserve happiness. The kind I'm not getting here. I mean not that I don't enjoy standing around for 8 hours doing nothing but opening doors for people, but y'know, some folks need a challenging career to keep them focused.

So I'm venturing out into the great field of uncertainty- the world of freelancing. It's so exciting, I'm near paralyzed with abject terror! I'm trying to go about this the right way because the last thing I want to do is quit  my job and not get any jobs or revenue for like 2 months. That would be a disaster, I'd be out on the street! To prevent this, I'm trying to build myself a safety net. I could do this one of several ways. (And my gawds, let me count my blessings that there are so many of them available to me) 

• I could get a part-time job at this spa in Scarsdale I've got an interview for on Wednesday, which is about 30 hours a week. That would leave me plenty of time to write and the opportunity to take a few freelance jobs from oDesk and Elance.

However, my profiles aren't fully set up yet. I could get to that tonight but after 1 in the morning is probably a bad time to take skill assessment tests. I would also have to pay for health care out o pocket, which would be like $200/month. $300 if I go through empire directly for a PPO so I could keep my doctors. Ugh, balls, that's horrible. 

• Another option is getting a full-time writing gig, or just a regular office job; you know, the ones I'm not really qualified for because I was too busy getting spinal surgery to finish college? But yeah, I've been trying for those too. A whole shitton of them, actually. 

Unfortunately, full-time gigs are physically trying on me and leave me with virtually no time to write or take freelance gigs.

• I could totally dick around and get myself fired, go on unemployment and finish writing my books.

• I could also go on disability, which I know my lumbar stenosis qualifies me for, but then I'd have to scrap my writing because as long as I earn benefits, I can't earn money. 

I know several people who are on full benefits and they have no lives. It earns them just barely enough to pay rent any maybe eat a little? But then you don't have enough left to travel or go enjoy your life, you're just stuck. People stagnate on disability; they just waste away and I refuse to be like that even when this friggin' illness puts me in a wheelchair. I'm just not made that way.

So, in light of all these choices;

I've been thinking about the part-time one, because it would leave my schedule open for all the crazy stuff I want to do if I'm going to follow my joy. It doesn't hurt that the spa promised free massages for all employees. lol

I can do this. I CAN. I WILL, I've decided this. I have one last article to write on hubpages before I can start earning revenue. I'm syncing it with Technorati which is a task, but there are tutorials for that. I started this blog so I can link you directly to each article, this way you don't have to sign up with Hubpages to view it, because they're a pain like that.

http://deannevictor.hubpages.com/

But in the meantime, if you'd like to view my profile, be my guest! Watch this space because there is so much to come, you won't even believe your eyeballs. I'm gonna be famous and junk, just you watch!!!!!!!!!11ONE