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: Practice Personal Patience

 

Patience (noun): The capacity to accept or tolerate delay, trouble, or suffering without getting angry or upset. See also self-restraint, perseverance, and persistence.

I’m not a patient person. In fact, if I think about my life, it’s all just been a series of me failing at exercising patience. When I was younger, I took gymnastics, tennis, and piano. My parents spent a ridiculous amount of money to help me pursue these extracurricular activities, but I just didn’t have the “sticktoitiveness,” as my mom calls it. I also spent eighth-grade through, well, now struggling with my weight. From Weight Watchers to veganism to hiring a personal trainer (or two), I’ve tried diet after diet to permanently shed the weight, but failed for a number of reasons: I’m lazy and food is awesome are two obvious excuses; however, when I really look deeper, when I sit down and truly consider what my weight loss and extracurricular failures have in common it’s patience, or the lack thereof.

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Dear Kermit: Chunky in Chicago

Dear Kermit,

I am f-a-t. Fat. Hefty. Big boned. Chunky. You know that Eddie Murphy movie with the Klumps? Well I’m pretty sure he wrote that about me. I’ve tried everything to lose weight, but nothing works. I’m usually okay with my body, except for when summer rolls around. I’m so self-conscious that I’d rather wear sweats than shorts. I can’t even dream of going to the beach—who’d want to see my cottage cheese thighs in a swimsuit? Bathing suits weren’t made for me. I don’t really know what I’m asking, Kermit…I guess I just needed to vent.

Signed,

Chunky in Chicago

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