Thoughts and struggles of everyday folk and their desire to be fit, healthy, and yes, maybe even a little bit skinny
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Bio
Anahita received a B.S in Psychology from Texas Women’s University, and a B.A. in Psychology with a minor in Fine Arts from York University, Ontario. She is now a Behavioral Therapist and recently became a certified Personal Trainer working in the city of Calabasas. An avid creator from poetry to screenplays, Anahita writes on whatever she can get her hands on (plates, napkins…). She has a blog on thoughts and struggles of everyday folk and their desire to be fit, healthy, and yes, maybe even a little bit skinny. Visit: www.twogirlsandabikini@blogspot.com. Email: anahita2400@gmail.com
A Bio--of sorts...
Well. You all may be willing at the drop of a bucket to talk about
yourself, but I feel no such inclination for transparency. I am not
as willing to lay down my life's story on a whim. Just asking won't
get me talking. I enjoy the ridiculous, and if that means making fun
of others or myself, I'm in. But when it comes to talking serious reality, I
mean really, who cares? Where's the Drama? The Passion?
Because, as this article so explicitly points out,
http://www.relevantmagazine.com/life/whole-life/features/20511-the-rise-of-the-ironic-class
I am from an ironic generation. Sincerity is mocked at. Because
sincerity is rarely sincere. Why am I stating the obvious here??
Cynicism. That is my disease. But seriously, who wants to hear about
my day-to-day, play-by-play 8-5, what I eat for dinner, when I work
out, each excruciating detail about my weight loss
progress...bor--ing.
And yet, I punch out the weekly blog. Consistently inconsistent.
Honestly yearning for recognition, yet ruefully acknowledging I don't
have anything worth being recognized for. Hmmm...That's not only
cynical is it? I'd call that a genuine cry for candor, frankness,
veracity. A guileless spirit in the world. Small town goodness. Hope.
yourself, but I feel no such inclination for transparency. I am not
as willing to lay down my life's story on a whim. Just asking won't
get me talking. I enjoy the ridiculous, and if that means making fun
of others or myself, I'm in. But when it comes to talking serious reality, I
mean really, who cares? Where's the Drama? The Passion?
Because, as this article so explicitly points out,
http://www.relevantmagazine.com/life/whole-life/features/20511-the-rise-of-the-ironic-class
I am from an ironic generation. Sincerity is mocked at. Because
sincerity is rarely sincere. Why am I stating the obvious here??
Cynicism. That is my disease. But seriously, who wants to hear about
my day-to-day, play-by-play 8-5, what I eat for dinner, when I work
out, each excruciating detail about my weight loss
progress...bor--ing.
And yet, I punch out the weekly blog. Consistently inconsistent.
Honestly yearning for recognition, yet ruefully acknowledging I don't
have anything worth being recognized for. Hmmm...That's not only
cynical is it? I'd call that a genuine cry for candor, frankness,
veracity. A guileless spirit in the world. Small town goodness. Hope.
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