All posts tagged: Health and Fitness

Staying Happy When You’re Feeling Down

Originally posted on You Should See My Scars:
Now look….obviously, I try to keep my blog high-brow (cough cough)…. ok, I do swear a lot, and Im pretty sure Ive talked about quite a few racy topics, but anyways in general my blog is more than just stupid pictures that make people laugh…. having said that, there is no shame in doing WHATEVER you have to do to make yourself happy when you start feeling depressed or stressed or sad. So, lets blatantly, shamelessly, and whole-heartedly allow ourselves to be happy right now , sound good?  Don’t judge me and I won’t judge you.  Deal?  Sweet! For starers, a good animal picture ALWAYS makes you happy.  I don’t care what you say, or how many allergies you have to whatever animal you have allergies to.  Animals are fucking hilarious. ? Homeowners drove home to find their dog stuck in a shrub…..with clearly no place to go. ? ? This is clearly how the creators of Lost wrote the script: ? ? ? Still not feeling…

I. Am. A. Runner.

HilaryStyle Earlier this month I completed my 500th class at the studio where I workout! I’m pretty proud of myself! Here’s the thing, 5 years ago, this month, when I started working out, I wasn’t really sure how long it would last. Let’s be honest, I wasn’t sure I would make it a week. However, I had recently returned from a trip to New Orleans, and from the way my jeans were feeling, I might have eaten one too many beignets. Rather than complain about it, I was taking action! I would be a runner. I borrowed an old pair of Nikes, buckled Elliot into his buggy and away we went! Okay, It Wasn’t Quite That Easy… Not really grasping what it meant to “go for a run,” I threw on some old sweats, an oversized t-shirt and those borrowed Nikes and headed to the park… 3 MILES from our house!… View original post 568 more words

Fighting the Comparison Trap

Originally posted on The Millennial Next Door:
? I’ve always been competitive as a runner. Not with others, but with myself. Those of you who know me and read this blog have likely gathered that when it comes to running, I’m motivated by success: I’m always chasing the newest PR, the next breakthrough, and the better race performance. For better or worse, this self-competitiveness is just part of my nature. Competitiveness isn’t necessarily a negative thing. In healthy doses it can be highly motivating and propel us to great achievements. The problem is that it’s all too easy for competition, even if it’s just internal, to get out of control. Without the watchful eye of mindfulness, competition can easily wander off into dark places, and we often find ourselves projecting our internal competition onto the people around us. In simpler terms: we fall victim to the deadly “comparison trap.” What good is the 2:10 half marathon I worked my butt off for when Susie down the block can just roll out of bed and run…

When To Go Hard and When Not to at the Gym

Originally posted on Cody's Barbell Club:
I get it. You want fast results and the only way to do that is to train hard and workout hard. And you know what? I agree 100%. There’s no doubt hard work needs to happen to build muscle, get lean, become more athletic, and get in the shape you want. But, you know what’s also true? Training smart. Meaning: adapting your workout to the way your body feels based on sleep, stress, energy levels, injury status (if any), and life in general. Let’s be realistic guys. Not every workout you have will be your absolute best or your hardest. Why? Because getting into better shape isn’t linear and your workouts aren’t either. It may seem that way in the beginning, but eventually your results will start to level off like an exponential curve and you’ll have to get smart and creative by testing your body in new ways, like lifting heavier weights or adding new variations and exercises, and making recovery a point of emphasis, to get into better shape and health. Not only that,…

A Life Divided (Or, The Struggle Between Living Life and Thriving Life)

Originally posted on You Should See My Scars:
So, I have this problem and I bet a lot of you can relate.  The struggle is this: There are 2 me’s.  There is the Me I want to be, and the Me I don’t want to be….but somehow am so socially retarded that I can’t even be. Let me be more clear: THE ME I WANT TO BE: I have always wanted to make a huge impact in this world.  I have always wanted to have adventure, and love, and have my voice be heard.  I really want to try to change the way the world works because it just seems so shitty right now. THE ME I CANT EVEN BE BECAUSE IM SUCH A MESS: I want friends.  I want to have people to hang out with and to be able to sleep without laying in bed for 2 hours tossing and turning and thinking nonstop.  I want to understand what its like to have a social life. So heres what happens: I try to…

Genes and Addiction by Lisa Ann Catano

Originally posted on David Snape and Friends – The place to show off your hidden talents:
Dr Bruce Lipton, a cellular biologist who was at the University of Wisconsin cloning human muscle cells, is best known for challenging the existing belief which purports that the human body is controlled by genes. In his video The Biology of Perception, he demonstrates to the audience using basic science combined with research material from his experiments on stem cells dating back to 1967, that contrary to belief perception controls biology.  Dr Lipton explains and I summarise: In one of his experiments a stem cell was isolated and put into a petri dish (a cell-culture dish) where it divided every ten hours. The cells were then split up into three groups and placed into separate petri dishes. In each of the three dishes the growth medium was changed which is the constituents of the environment. Surprisingly in the first dish the cells formed bone, in the second dish they formed muscle, and in the third dish they formed fat…

That Monster Called Anxiety

Originally posted on The Scribble Bug:
Anxiety. It’s a funny word. Weirdly exciting to say out loud. Kind of daring as the consonantal start cuts off in your throat. Puzzling as the middle, when spoken, is nothing like what it seems on paper. And ending on a high, like a false smile, with that pretty little ‘tee’ sound more commonly associated with small and lovely things. It’s a less funny condition. Apparently more and more people – of all ages though especially mine – seem to experience it every year. Because whilst stress is something everyone goes through from time to time – the millstone of tension, uncertainty, worry and fear can sometimes hang heavier than usual and last what seems like forever. Anxiety malingers around you, clasps like a vice around your skull, squeezes your insides like someone vacuum-sucked your abdomen. It feels like you’re stuck perpetually living in that ‘oh shit’ moment – the one when your car is skidding on ice, you’re no longer in control, but you don’t know if you’re…

Big Booty Judys and Stretch Marks

I think the best compliments are the ones you get when you least expect it. You know, like on those days when you barely made it out the door, your once beautifully blown out hair is now beyond frizzy…again, and you still haven’t decided if your shoes match. Those are the days when you least expect anyone to say something nice about you. Well, not too long ago, I was having one of those days and I just so happened to cross paths with a friend of mine. Of course, she didn’t realize that I wasn’t feeling so hot that day, so she spoke up and said, “Girl, you have the best body out of anyone I know.” (I’ll skip all of the other embellishment because I would hate for you to think that this post is supposed to be all about me…) Anyway, in this moment, I realized how the smallest things can sometimes make us feel the most insecure. We are a part of a generation that is constantly being told that our shape, …

I Love My Fat Body

Originally posted on This Thing I Do:
This is my body. This is my body after it climbed a steep hill. This is my body after it climbed a steep hill halfway across the world in Czech wine country. This body is fat. I love this fat body. It was mine the first time I kissed a boy. It was mine the first time I performed on stage. It was mine when I graduated high school and then college. During every volleyball game, track meet, softball tournament. When I wrestled my brothers and won. When I wrestled them and lost. Every car ride to nowhere and abandoned trampolines during summertime with my friends- this fat body has always been mine. I love this fat body. I’ve grown up in this fat body. I’ve seen heartbreak and loss in this body. I haven’t always shown this body how much I loved it, but it has always forgiven me. This body breeds confidence. This body begs me to be bold. This body demands success and unadulterated tenacity.…