Yesterday at work, a co-worker made a simple statement that became a ten-year-long awaited epiphany for me. Over typical trainer discussion about perfecting clients’ bodies, as well as our own, my friend Adam pointed out a valuable truth that should never be forgotten. His words rocked my world and the world of my other friend in the room,
The word “skinny” has haunted me my entire life. It’s a word loaded with societal pressure, adolescent insecurity and body-acceptance conflicts. I am not skinny; I am also not not skinny. I spent years in a muddled mindset in which I was convinced that the only way to be beautiful was to be dangerously skinny.
Maya Angelou once said that “words mean more than what is set down on paper. [and that] it takes the human voice to infuse them with shades of deeper meaning.” I couldn’t agree more. Every aspect of life is simply “life” until it is sparked by true human voice. When I think of true human
It is in the silences of life that we are able to know how and what we feel. In the silence of your own personal quest to be at one with your body, how do you feel? We all fight to understand ourselves in our skin; it’s a natural human experience. In the moments when
Tuesdays can have the tendency to be dull extensions of a long Monday. Today’s Tuesday has become different for me. After a week of being sick, over-extending myself to various commitments and a few too many workouts, I woke up to a terrible Tuesday. During my errand run to Walmart today, my Tuesday changed and
Confidence is like a flower. It can grow anywhere, and anyone can plant it – even if you don’t have much of a green thumb. Anyone who knows me can attest to the fact that I do not have a green thumb or bone in my body, quite the contrary. I have actually killed
Everything happens for a reason. Today, I over-slept to meet with 5:30am running group. I didn’t wake up until 1:00pm today, exhausted from my 50 mile bike, 5k race and night of dancing from yesterday, leaving me to run my assigned 14 mile run solo in the mid-day heat. After a few miles of boredom, I took refuge in
The great Albert Camus once said, “Il vient toujours un temps ou il faut choisir entre la contemplation et l’action,” [There comes a time when one must chose between contemplation and action], and I believe that that time comes faster than we realize. Life is what you choose it to be, so today, choose ACTION.