self-tracking october. quantified self data -> positive change.
I’m doing another blogging thing [using tumblaaaah for all you people who like tumblr! Actually because it does what I want it to] for October, and maybe beyond, on a bit of a Quantified Self journey.
Want to know what that’s all about? Long story short “self knowledge through numbers” and making positive change in my life using that data—how does daily activity affect sleep? do specific foods cause certain negative reactions in my body? how does [x] variable affect my heart rate? does increased exercise positively or negatively affect my asthma control in the long-term? and so forth.
For the long[er] story, check out quantify this and ask me questions over there!
Signed in to sign up for a joke tumblr.
Realize all the shit I’ve posted on here… And really have no idea why I did and/or why I stopped.
"I don’t have a problem with religion. What I have a problem with is religion posing as science. If there is a god and he’s intelligent, then I would guess he has a sense of humor."
"I have noticed that when all the lights are on, people tend to talk about what they are doing – their outer lives. Sitting round in candlelight or firelight, people start to talk about how they are feeling – their inner lives. They speak subjectively, they argue less, there are longer pauses. To sit alone without any electric light is curiously creative. I have my best ideas at dawn or at nightfall, but not if I switch on the lights – then I start thinking about projects, deadlines, demands, and the shadows and shapes of the house become objects, not suggestions, things that need to done, not a background to thought."
May is Mental Health Awareness Month—it’s time we start talking about mental illness & break the silence.
"Stay close to anything that makes you glad you are alive."
My name is Fallon. I took this picture the other night of my new tattoos. My right wrist has a Disney Princess crown on it with a cross in the middle.It says princess. My left wrist has a butterfly. There’s a treble clef in the body of the butterfly and it says beautiful. I wrote my poem Princess in 2009 about what it means to be a daughter of Christ. I have Cerebral Palsy and have never been happy with my body. When I was a teenager, I developed an eating disorder. Various experiences taught me I was absolutely worthless, but Jesus is teaching me I’m his beautiful princess and every day I’m closer to believing it. Praise God!