Wellness Wednesday: Dancing to a Healthier You!

 

 

Happy Wellness Wednesday, friends! I’ve been thinking a lot about Monday’s post and I already feel so empowered and inspired. I’m trying to do more things I’m passionate about and push myself to keep at it, and so far, so good! In fact, I’m just gonna go ahead and give myself a high five because I have stuck to my fitness goals and worked out every day this week–granted it’s only day three, but you have to start somewhere, right? Now, when I typically engage in some form of fitness, I usually quit not too long after I start because I either feel like I’m going to die, I’m bored, or I’m just plain lazy. Sound familiar? I’ve tried Insanity, Jillian Michaels, Pure Barre, walking, and even had a personal trainer (or two). I eventually realized, however, that I can’t keep wasting my time, money, and energy on things that doesn’t bring me joy. After extensive research and now a heavier pocket (and unfortunately waistline), I’m embarking on a new-ish fitness venture: Zumba.

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Motivational Monday: Be All In It

 

 

Who else is in disbelief that it’s April?! I swear I was just celebrating the new year and creating my vision board. Like most people, I remember starting 2017 off super focused on reaching my goals, and while I’ve met many of them, a few still seem to be a touch out of reach not because I don’t want them, but because I just haven’t been disciplined enough to really go after them. One of these goals is to improve my physical health, which has honestly been what feels like a lifelong battle. But as my mom says, “nothing beats a failure but a try.” In other words, as often as I struggle with my weight and overall health, my persistence and will to keep trying is the only thing that keeps me from failing, at least completely. And because it’s a new month and a Monday, I thought this would be the perfect time to try try again.

 

 

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Kermit Says: Refuel Your (Metaphorical) Tank

Every Sunday night, my high school principal sends a beautifully crafted email of encouragement and wisdom to the faculty. Of course there’s pertinent information as well, mostly updates and important dates to remember, but at the heart of her messages are words of inspiration—and this week’s was no different. Just three days ago, I received an email that reminded my colleagues and me of the importance of self-care. We’re one week shy of midterms (insane!!!), and finally halfway through the longest term of the school year. Faculty members have been trucking away like trains on a track, turning our wheels faster and faster, not breaking, not stopping, and not resting since we started orientation and planning week in August. We’re exhausted, sleep-deprived, dehydrated, famished, and probably a hop, skip, and a jump away from falling ill or quitting (whichever comes first, right?). We’re turning into zombies and pod-people—tiny shells of our previous existence. Okay, okay…maybe I’m being a bit dramatic here, but when we stop and take a moment to breathe and reflect deeply, we can start to see and feel what we’ve often been ignoring. And as I sit and consider my own thoughts and feelings, I can’t help but think about yours: how do the students feel?

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Kermit Says: Step Out of the Darkness *Trigger Warning*

When I was in high school, I used to cut myself. Sad. Angry. Bored. Blasting Brand New, The Used, My Chemical Romance, or another popular screamo band, I’d take the blade I kept hidden in a little tin box and press it firmly against my right wrist or thigh until streams of blood appeared. This was more than a call for attention or a bonding activity between me and my friends. This was an outward expression of some serious internal pain—a pain I could not quite understand, but certainly recognized. I didn’t know where this pain originated or why, but I knew what I felt was real, and I hated anyone who invalidated those feelings. No one understood: not my parents, not my sisters, and not even some of my best friends at the time. I felt lost. I felt alone. And that pain became more and more unbearable.

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