Most of us are looking for the magic pill, the simplest solution, the least time consuming route to reaching our goals in life. In the world of wellness, I am proud to say Comfy Fitness has the answer.
Here’s an even MORE likely scenario: how do you forgo foods that you know are ‘bad’ for you, like those donuts your well-meaning co-worker keeps bringing into the office? This is where knowing - like REALLY knowing - comes in handy. What also comes in handy is knowing that there are no ‘bad’ foods, only foods that don’t serve what you’re up to.
When was the last time you criticized your body? One minute ago? An hour? How many times a day are you critical about your looks, your fat, your capabilities, your genetics? I challenge you to take a moment now and reflect for a minute, even write down, the complaints that are present now and frequently for you…
I met up with a new friend a couple months ago. It was our first time getting to know one another. I bellied up to the bar, and knowing that I work in the fitness industry, the first thing my new friend asks is “So you’re really healthy, huh?” I burst into laughter and said “Not really. I’m fit though!” And then I ordered a whiskey old fashioned.
A raging feminist, I’m fairly used to seeing think pieces and blog posts in my newsfeed combating the prevailing narrative of (feminine) beauty being reserved for the chosen “thin” and “skinny” and “small.” This particular article, however, caught my attention because it attacks the problem of the “waif-beauty” ideal from a different angle.
My clients, I'm sure, get sick of hearing about the infamous turtle who beat the hare by not exhausting himself. That tortoise knew what he was doing! In weight loss, I teach that going too hard in exercise leads to burnout and injury, so I knew I had to study for my exam the same way.
I was sitting the other day, relaxing in the bathroom, flipping through a Fitness Magazine - Shape Magazine to be exact. Now, I have two confessions when it comes to the topic of fitness magazines:
I am not sure when I signed up for a subscription to ANY of them, but I receive DOZENS a year, and
I barely EVER look at them. I’ve recently put them in the bathroom in order to encourage some reading. It’s worked!
Upon skimming the magazine, it took me approximately 3 minutes to become outright appalled.
Let me begin by saying that I LOVE food. Like, if I wasn’t already married, I’d wanna marry it. I refuse to eat food that doesn’t taste good or satisfy me - I mean, c’mon! If I’m ready for matrimony, how could I? And like most love affairs, it’s taken me time to fully develop a relationship with food that works for me and my life.
I know, I know. You’ve heard it a million times; “stop comparing yourself to magazine covers” and “those women aren’t real, they’re airbrushed”. Truth be told, that IS the truth. So stop it. Seriously.
We humans have an uncanny way of taking our commitments and turning them into expectations. Our expectations for having a Beach Bod or fitting into a size 2, I admit, comes directly from our media and maybe even the fitness industry itself, or at least what it once was. I am here to release you from those expectations! At least, perhaps, for the time being.